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Letters from Drunvalo Volume 1 Issue 12
© Spirit of Ma'at 2004
As we post this Letter, it is December 16.
The period from August 16 to December 15 — perhaps the End Times of prophecy — has just come to an end.
And so now the story of our journey to the Sacred Chakra Temples of the Yucatan — the Beginning of the End of Time — also comes to an end.
Befitting what had gone before, it was to be a spectacular ending!
Traveling to Chiapas
After the two ceremonies integrating the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine, we boarded our bus for the long trip to Palenque. We would spend three nights there. And tomorrow — although we still had other sites to visit — we would perform our final crystal ceremony at the pyramid site of Palenque.
As we traveled, some of our group expressed concern about the location of our next hotel, for it lay on the outskirts of the city, and in order to get there we would have to pass a military inspection point. We'd learned that the delay could take hours! But Divine Spirit was apparently with us, for we were not stopped, and we arrived on time at our hotel.
It was a beautiful resort, with low buildings surrounding a grassy compound whose walkways were bordered in palm trees and flowering bushes. As we had been so many times before in our visit to Mexico, our group was greeted at the hotel with festive fruit drinks and flowers.
The next morning, after a sumptuous breakfast in the resort's large dining hall, we headed for Palenque.
The Palenque Temple Site
LionFire, in our itinerary, wrote of this site that, besides being the Capital of the Crown Chakra...
Palenque is where the active arteries and ley lines of the Feathered Serpent cross.
A most elegant city, Palenque sits at the edge of the Peten Jungle in the state of Chiapas, a huge area southwest of the Yucatan.
Palenque is many things: the Pleiadian Hall of Records, a Mystery School of Sacred Geometry, a major archaeo-astronomical center — and the Initiation Vortex of the inland West.
Palenque integrates the Kundalini energy throughout all the Chakra Centers and Spirit Bodies of the Initiate.
For me, Palenque has a unique mystery among the Mayan temple sites. With exquisite balance, Palenque focuses the energies of the pineal in a way that surpasses that of all other sacred sites on Earth. I was honored to be back within this beautiful, ancient world of such deep psychic understanding.
Once we were admitted, everyone in our group went off exploring this huge site with its many pyramids and stone platforms, while I tried to find the place where Ken and I had put the first crystal. Only after I knew where that crystal was buried could I determine the appropriate spot for our ceremony.
But finding the spot was not easy, because much of what I could see now had been buried under sod when I first visited Palenque. I remembered that, eighteen years before, Ken and I had placed our crystal between a pyramid and a small hill. But the "little hill," as I soon realized, had been excavated. Now, it was a little pyramid! As soon as I realized this was where we'd put the crystal, I headed in that direction.
When I got to the little pyramid, I saw that one of our group was sitting on top of it, so I climbed up to talk with him. But by the time I got there, he was in meditation. So I left him alone and also began to meditate.
In doing so, I saw that the energy coming off of this pyramid was extremely powerful, moving outward in a spiral that extended for miles. I understood now — as I had not before — why we had placed the crystal in this spot. Clearly, the crystal had been programmed to make use of the site as an antenna to spread its message to the world — especially to the Mayan world.
When I opened my eyes, my friend also opened his. "Do you feel this spiraling energy coming off this little pyramid?" he asked. "I can't believe how immense it is, and yet no one would know just by looking at it."
A Strange Visitor
For the ceremony, I picked a site that was in alignment with this little pyramid and the slightly larger one nearby.
 As I laid down the altar cloth, oriented to the four directions, and placed a crystal at its center, a few members of our group started to congregate. So I left one of them to watch the altar while I went off to gather up the rest of our wandering pilgrims, scattered in small groups throughout this vast site.
Then I returned and sat down under a tree to wait for everyone to get the message.
I was thinking about the nearby Temple of Inscriptions, where many feel that a Mayan astronaut is depicted on a large interior burial stone, when an older woman approached me.
She had traveled all the way from South America, she said, in order to be at a ceremony. She didn't know who I was, but she thought I might know where this ceremony was going to be held.
Amazed, I pointed in the direction of the altar. And as she turned to go, I stopped her and asked why she had come all this way.
"I am a shaman," she answered me. "I know that this ceremony is of great importance. This ceremony is known all over Central and South America. Many people are praying for its completion."
I told her who I was, and she came up to give me a long hug. She ask permission to be part of our ceremony — and of course this was granted.
I'd had no idea that anyone except God, our group, and a few Mayan elders knew what we were doing. But I might have known, for word travels from jungle to jungle like a condor in full flight.
The Ceremony of Light
The ceremony began like the others. But very soon after we started, an ancient Mayan elder appeared from within Mother Earth, and raised his hands. And as he did, a strong energy began to rise up out of the earth.
The energy kept rising until it was the only thing I could feel. It was all around me and within me. And the only thing I could see was White Light.
I know something must have been going on in the three-dimensional world, but I can't describe the rest of the ceremony in those terms. I don't even know how long it lasted. I knew nothing beyond this amazing energy. I can't even tell you what the ultimate purpose was!
Perhaps it was my inexperience on these levels that kept me from seeing the greater picture. But what I was left with was a sense that this ceremony had been planned for over a thousand years, and that by its completion, life was going to be better for the Maya and for the world.
Despite how little I understood of what had actually taken place, I rose up from the ground with a hugely happy heart.
Love was in the eyes of All the People.
I knew that whatever had happened, it had happened "right." And I also knew that before this trip was over, our little group was going to be shown how much Mother Earth and the Maya appreciated our love and support for them.
How this would happen remained a mystery, but I knew that it would. I walked away from the ceremony at Palenque in deep meditation, my hand over my heart.
Descending Into Pacal's Tomb
 Meanwhile, a group of us had been extended a privilege, usually given only to the indigenous Mayans, of viewing the ancient tomb of the 8th-century king Pacal.
It was important that members of our group take advantage of this privilege, for soon after we left Palenque, Pacal's tomb was to be closed up for all time.
Pacal had been the last of the great Mayan kings, and is looked upon as a god. The Mayans believe that after his death — when he had been placed within the sarcophagus that he himself had designed, and covered over with jade — Pacal ascended to divinity, transcending death and becoming reborn within the Mayan pantheon.
Since only a small number would be admitted, I stayed behind. Here's a description of Pacal's tomb from someone who was there:
The entryway to Pacal's tomb was by way of a stone stairway that descended into the depths of the Temple of Inscriptions. To get to this stairway, we first had to climb all the way to the top of that pyramid.
Our permit was checked very carefully by a government official, who counted carefully to make sure that only the number specified would be allowed in.
At the entrance to the central stairway, we were met by an old Mayan who, as we learned from LionFire, had been the guardian of this tomb since long before Mexico began protecting the Mayan sites. The government, of course, believed that this man was in their employ — but truly, he had been standing guard there for most of his life, and he served only the gods.
 To reach the tomb, we climbed carefully down the inner stairwell, which was dark, narrow, and steep, going down and down and down, all the way to the level of the earth and beyond. The steps were of a pink, marbled stone, and had been made utterly smooth by the passing of hundreds upon thousands of devotional feet over the twelve centuries since Pacal's death.
The sarcophagus itself was in a little stone room, protected by an iron grille. We sat there in the stairwell — just a few of us at a time, for the space was tiny — communing respectfully and prayerfully with this great king. The sanctity of Pacal's tomb was palpable.
Then, feeling gratitude and a sense of great peace, we toiled back up the steep, dark stairwell and into the light of day.
Dancing In the Dream
Before I tell you about our next miraclulous-seeming experience, I need to say something about the Mayan site known as Tikal.
Tikal represents the Eighth Chakra, the one that's above the Crown. It holds our mystical connection with All That Is. Ken and I had placed a crystal there, and I felt the energy of Tikal to be higher than any other Mayan site I'd visited, even Palenque.
But Tikal was in Guatemala, and our group could not go there. Instead, Spirit had provided us with Nadia and Adam, two beautiful beings who lived in Guatemala and who — like the lady from South America — had felt called to be with us on our Sacred Journey. Although they had not signed up for the tour, Adam and Nadia were a part of us. And they knew the moment I asked them that it was their task to place the last crystal at Tikal.
Strangely, we had not seen Nadia and Adam for the past couple of days. Then they showed up at the ceremony in Palenque, and we found out why they'd been gone. They had actually traveled all the way home to Guatemala in order to bring back for us a group of musicians whose playing was as much sacred rite as it was entertainment. The group was called Kan Nal, and they were there to play for us that night under the stars.
We all gathered outside after dinner, at a place in the resort that had been set aside for us. And as the torches were lit, the music started — slowly, softly, one rustic instrument sounding a call, another joining in — the toc-toc of a wooden drum, the haunting trill of a flute, the occasional shrill sound of a jungle bird.
As the music grew in volume and complexity, a priestess passed banana leaves to each of us, then upon these she laid kernels of corn, crystals, and other natural objects sacred to the Mayans. Choosing our own time, we brought this bounty as a sacrifice to the fire.
Now the music took on a hypnotic beat, and a member of our group — one of the many gifted shamans who were with us — took up some of the lighted torches and began a fire dance, moving with the music, twirling the lighted torches like batons.
Then we all began to move upon the gravel "dance floor," swaying ecstatically to the haunting, organic sounds of Kan Nal.
The dancing went on into the night. I am told that I danced barefoot for an hour on that gravel. I suppose I did, but I might as well have been dancing on clouds!
We needed this celebration. And it was given to us. All in perfect time.
We're All in the Same Boat
 The next day, we traveled southeast to the border with Guatemala. We would return that night to our hotel in Palenque.
Along the way, we visited Bonampak, where there are astounding ancient murals depicting Mayan life and ceremonies in great detail.
But our major destination was the jaguar temples at Yaxchilan. We went there knowing that a dam was scheduled to be built along the river where these temples were situated, and that very soon this precious site — along with all the others along that river — would disappear forever beneath the flood.
Because we did not do ceremony on this day, and were just tourists, I will mention only one odd occurrence.
In order to get to the jaguar temples at Yaxchilan, we traveled for a considerable distance along the Usumacinta river, with our tour group being split up among a little fleet of gondola-like, covered boats.
And as we looked around in the boat I was in, we all realized that every single person in our boat had been a part of the Southwest Pilgrimage.
And, as if that was not enough coincidence, every single person in this boat had been in the same boat when, on the Southwest Pilgrimage, we took the river trip north of the Grand Canyon!
Finally — since these things always come in threes — everyone who had made both the Mayan journey and the Southwest Pilgrimage was represented here. In other words, every single person who had been intending to do both journeys had somehow made it into the same boat together both times.
What does this mean? In terms of a specific group of people on two specific sacred journeys, I have no idea. Nor do I think this grouping was necessarily significant.
And yet — there are no coincidences. There is certainly a message here. It says, if nothing else, that there are patterns we know not of, mystical weavings of the web of life that we can only look upon with wonder and admiration. It tells us of the need to be humble in the face of the eternal Mystery.
A Glorious "Up" Ending
 On the last day of our Mayan journey, we would visit Uxmal once again. We needed to be there at a certain time, in order to view the light show that Uxmal puts on each evening. We would end on that note, and why not? It was supposed to be a beautiful presentation. And Uxmal was on our way back to Merida.
But there was grumbling. With all the miracles we'd experienced in the past two weeks, why on Earth, people wanted to know, were we rushing around, only to end our journey at some hokey, touristy, technological exposition? What was going on, here?
What, indeed? I could not have answered that question. I only knew that we were "supposed" to view the light show at Uxmal — and that it was really important for us to be on time!
At Uxmal, there are restaurants and shops. Just before the light show, until it begins, no one is allowed to visit the pyramids. We'd gotten there early, so while we waited, some people had a bite to eat, others made last-minute purchases — and all were still mildly wondering why we had to end this incredible journey at a tackly little light show in Uxmal.
A drizzle started. More muttering. "Oh, dear. After we've come so far." "They can't put on a light show in the rain." "Oh, no, we're about to be canceled." "Who cares? I didn't want to watch a silly old light show, anyway."
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And then it happens. The rain becomes a downpour, then a torrent. And finally, at exactly the time when the Uxmal light show should have started...
Remember, we had arrived in the Yucatan in the midst of a long drought. Already, we've seen rain... a short storm on the Caribbean after Tulum... a slight spattering on the way south...
But nothing like this! This is different. This is — a Light show!
We have never seen lightning like this, never heard thunder quite like this.
It is as though all the gods are laughing and singing and shouting with affirmation and in Oneness with all of us. It is as though the entire Universe is speaking to us, saying "Yes! Yes, you did what you came here to do. Yes, the ancient teachings are coming back into the Earth. Yes. Yes!"
I can still see us there, now, soaked to the skin by slashing rain that comes right in under the roof, all knowing finally why were are here, laughing, dancing, hugging each other, tears of joy on every face, as we watch and listen to our own personal Light show, brought to us by Mother Earth and Father Sky.
Once again, it is the sign I have asked for. I know that our Sacred Journey is done.
And it is good.
In Love and Service,
Drunvalo
© Spirit of Ma'at LLC 2004
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