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Letters from Drunvalo Volume 1 Issue 7
© Spirit of Ma'at 2003
Fulfilling an Ancient Prophecy
The sound of tropical birds pierced through the wooden shutters and woke me from a beautiful dream into another one that at that moment seemed remote. But then I remembered. This was the day I had been awaiting for over two and a half years. Hunbatz Men had emailed me long ago to invite me to a ceremony that had been predicted by the Mayan calendar. Now that day had arrived.
I jumped out of bed, got dressed, and hurried downstairs, knowing that we had a tight schedule and that it was important not to make mistakes. Too many people were waiting for this moment with great anticipation. If our group were late, I was thinking, they would have to go on without us.
In the lobby were sixty people, dressed all in white, as Hunbatz had requested. Their smiles and exuberant energy said everything. We were ready for whatever life had to offer, and ready to give of our hearts and prayers. After Balancanche Cave, our hearts were wide open and our group was One. Life was about to unfold another chapter of its mystery. Who knew what was about to happen? Not me, for sure.
We were all lined up two by two so that we could enter the ticket gate, and we proceeded in this manner into the Chichen Itza complex, winding our way through the tropical trees until we came to the base of the Castle Pyramid on the east side. The sun was intense, and so we guided ourselves under the trees to find shade, waiting for Hunbatz to arrive with his expected entourage of more than 250 elders and shamans.
 The elders were due at around 10:00 a.m. And so, gathered in little groups on the pyramid grounds, talking amongst ourselves, we simply waited.
And we waited and waited. The European group were with us, and a few people started learning songs from others of different nations. The singing went on for a while, then faded away. And still we waited. Where were the elders? No one knew.
Late in the morning, the priest and priestess of the Uxmal temple walked up to me and introduced themselves. They were in full ceremonial dress, beautiful and full of energy. Their relaxed smiles and comfortable demeanor spoke of their great inner spiritual Light. They wanted to thank us for being there and for taking part in these ceremonies. On behalf of our group, I extended our love and respect. (Click on pictures for larger view.)
Soon, another man — an Incan priest from Peru, also in full ceremonial dress — arrived and began to speak with a group who stood next to us under a great tree. His energy was robust. He was there, it seemed, to inspire the people for the great ceremony that was about to take place.
But where was Hunbatz? There was no sign of him.
It was now almost noon and the sun was high in the sky. Finally, word came to us that Hunbatz and the elders had been delayed. The police had shut off the roads about a mile and a half away from the temple, and the elders had to walk.
So we waited a while longer, but then learned of still another problem. The ceremonial place, it seemed, had been changed to an area behind the Castle Pyramid, way back in the trees. And despite the absence of Hunbatz Men and the elders, the ceremony was going to begin.
I did not know what had happened with Hunbatz, but my inner guidance clearly told me to go with this new ceremony.
Our Coming-Together Circle
 Our group walked a short distance and emerged into a large clearing in the jungle where the energy felt perfect for what we were about to do. We were with Carolina Hehenkamp's group now, and others joined us as we formed a great circle.
The Uxmal priest and priestess who were to lead this ceremony laid down special cloths on the ground to form an altar. Many crystals and ceremonial objects were arranged on the altar. Finally, first one, then two, and eventually, thirteen Mayan crystal skulls were laid out on the altar in a tight circle. The skulls seemed to me to be chanting, and I found myself once again entering into meditation with them.
 To my surprise, the priestess, who clearly seemed to be leading the ceremony, bade me enter the inner circle. She also wanted to know if there were anyone else from my group who belonged there, and so I asked for LionFire. Truly, this Mayan world seemed to be his much more than mine.
About fifteen or so other elders and indigenous people were asked to join the inner circle. Some were Mexican, some were American. Most, including the Incan priest, were from indigenous cultures. I especially remember a group of three Incans from South America who were so beautiful — I felt the purity of Mother Earth coming from their hearts.
The priestess lit ceremonial herbs and incense in a small, ancient Mayan cauldron, filling the air with a pungent scent. Then she raised her arms, opening the ceremony with her prayers to the four directions.
Keeping the ceremony itself hidden, the priestess and the priest prayed in the Mayan language. Their prayers rose, interwoven with the smoke of the cauldron. Then, each one of us in the inner circle spoke and prayed, asking from our hearts for what our hearts most wanted — the healing of the Earth and her people.
There was a beauty, power, and precision to what we were doing. It felt as though this ceremony had been planned eons ago. Everything seemed to be unfolding as though it had been carefully rehearsed.
But there was more — an aspect I was not aware of because I was so deeply involved. And this had to do with the people in the outer circle.
For as those of us conducting the ceremony, each in his or her own language, uttered the words we wished to send up to Spirit, our messages were being translated into several languages. One after another, the ceremonial prayers and sentiments wafted over that huge clearing — in Mayan, Spanish, English, German, Russian, French — carried on the wind to this incredible group of individuals who had come here from all over the world to help the world become One.
 A woman said to me later, "I felt, all through that ceremony, that the Tower of Babel was slowly crumbling. That our world would never again be the same."
So perhaps, in coming together in this way with the Mayans in this ancient ceremony, we were symbolically ending the divisions among countries, cultures, and races.
As the last smoke of the cauldron drifted over the crowd and the ceremony ended, we all rushed together like old friends from long-lost tribes, hugging and sharing not only love but phone numbers and addresses — ways of communicating in order to keep together this energy we all felt. We were One Spirit.
Hunbatz Men and the Elders
As I was leaving to head back toward the pyramid, a runner approached to tell me what had taken place with Hunbatz Men and the elders. It seemed almost like a nightmare.
They all had eventually made their way to Chichen Itza and prepared to do their ceremony. That was supposed to take place in the middle of the circle I just told you about, but for some reason it was set up elsewhere.
Anyway, they put a cauldron on the ground with herbs and incense. And when all the elders were ready, they began the ceremony by lighting the incense in this cauldron.
At that moment, police rushed in with a fire extinguisher and put out the fire.
The elders were enraged and began to argue with the police — although Hunbatz kept quiet, for he had been expecting this, and had even warned of it.
In the end, the police broke up that ceremony and even arrested about eight of the South American elders. So before the ceremony even began, it was over.
Hunbatz, as he told me later, then came to find our group. We were already in deep prayer in our own ceremony, and in accordance with his beliefs, he could not join us at that time. Instead, he walked two times around our prayer circle and blessed us.
He said that if we had not come there, from all these other lands, and performed our own ceremony, the Mayan calendar would not have been fulfilled.
We looked into each other's eyes, and were thankful, knowing that Great Spirit works in ways that are not always comprehensible.
The Coming of the Snake
With the ceremony concluded, our little international group of souls was free to join the huge crowd that had gathered to watch the "snake" come down the Castle Pyramid.
This happening revolves around a huge stone snake's head at the base of the pyramid's north face. On solstice days, and only then, a shadow "body" slithers down the pyramid steps until it finally connects with the head.
In times past, the Mayans turn out in large numbers for this spectacle. Later on, it was mostly forgotten. But during the past two decades, people have begun to return to Chichen Itza at the Solstice. I myself was there in 1985, and, as I have explained before, there were fewer than one hundred people present then — mostly Europeans.
Then in 1995, ten years later, I returned to watch the snake descend the pyramid, and that time there were 42,000 people gathered to witness this ancient event. The growth in numbers to watch this ceremony seemed to me evidence of the growing spirituality on Earth.
Now, on March 21, 2003, an estimated 80,000 people were there — so many that one could not even walk across the huge, grassy field in front of the steps where the snake was to make his portentous descent.
But, alas, the morning sun had turned to clouds. The afternoon sky was gray. There was no sun to cast a shadow.
Eighty thousand people sat or stood, with their picnic lunches and their families — people who had come from all over Mexico, South America, and the world — all waiting for a shadow that might never appear!
 And then, quite late in the afternoon, the clouds suddenly parted and the sun struck through in a blaze of glory to light up the pyramid, casting its shadow at the side of the pyramid steps. The gathered crowd, in one thrilling voice, uttered a cry of pure joy. Then they grew silent as they watched the mystical moving shadow of the "snake."
Looking over that vast, rapt multitude, I was reminded of the rock concert crowds of the sixties. But it seemed that the Ancient Ones and the Grateful Dead had changed places. Instead of listening to a charismatic band whose exciting music exploded from onstage, we were enthralled — each and every one of us — by a slow, silent shadow inching its way down the side of a mythic pyramid, in renewed affirmation of the Sacred Spiral of Life.
The Two Cenotes
As I moved away from the shadow finale, I remembered part of a conversation I'd had with Hunbatz Men when he unexpectedly explained to me about the two cenotes (pools fed by underground springs) at Chichen Itza, and how they were linked. He said that an underground river connected the two cenotes, and that the Castle Pyramid had been purposely built directly over this river. It was this flowing underground water that charged the pyramid with its energy.
This information was important to me because of my trip in 1985, when I was sent to Chichen Itza by Thoth. Here is that story, so you can make sense of what happened in present time:
Chichen Itza, 1985 As we headed for the pyramid site, Ken and I thought we knew where we were supposed to place our crystal. But when we had only about 30 miles to go, Thoth appeared to me and made a radical change in our plans.
I went into an altered state of consciousness (Ken was driving), and Thoth said to me, "I know that I told you to put the crystal near the north face of the Castle Pyramid. But now I am going to change the location. I'm going to give you a vision. Are you ready?"
I said yes, and instantly a point of light appeared in front of me that grew until it was about the size of a softball. Then the light opened up and began to expand into a ring with an opening. Eventually, what I saw was a very bright, glowing oval of gold light, about three feet across, with an opening in the middle like a window. It was as though normal, everyday reality were simply peeled back, exposing another, also perfectly normal reality.
What I saw inside the ring was a pool of water flanked by high walls of whitish limestone. There were vines hanging down into this pool, and jungle all around it. The water was an opaque, jade green.
Thoth said to me, "Do you see this?" I answered yes, but he asked again, "Are you sure? What do you see?" I told him about the pool of water.
He said, "You are to place the crystal in this pool. Do you understand?"
I said yes, and he disappeared.
I told Ken about this experience, and within a few minutes we were entering the compound. As we were about to park, Ken said, "Drunvalo, we didn't have a guide for the first three sites, and it was very difficult, since we didn't know our way around. Let's get a guide this time, okay?"
I said sure.
We parked our car and were preparing to get out when there came a knock on Ken's window.
Standing there was a very old Mayan man, patiently peering in at us. Ken rolled down the window and ask what he wanted. "Do you need a guide?" the old man asked.
Of course, we hired him on the spot.
The Mayan elder knew Chichen Itza with his heart and mind. He spent about five hours leading us to each ancient building and telling us not only about the history, but also about the folklore of his people.
At the very end of his presentation, he said to us, "Now I am going to take you to a pool of water that is the reason Chichen Itza is located here."
He lead us through the jungle for about a half mile. And then we came upon a pool of water — and what I was saw before my eyes was exactly the same as the vision Thoth had shown me a few hours earlier. It gave me a strange feeling — deja vu in the extreme!
The old Mayan said to us, "This is the most sacred place in this region. It was considered the opening to the underworld. Here, many ancient Mayans gave their lives in sacrifice."
Then he told us, "National Geographic came here in the fifties and dredged this sacred pool. They found the bones of about three hundred ancient Mayans. They also found thousands of crystals that my ancestors had placed in this pool." He said that National Geographic had even come back a second time, dredging the pool once again, just to make sure they got every last crystal.
The old man looked us both in the eyes, held our hands for moment — and left.
Ken and I knew exactly what to do. We prayed into the crystal as Thoth had asked, and then threw it into the deep, jade-green, sacred pool of water. We knew then that we had completed our job for this site.
I was remembering all of this when Hunbatz Men told me that the other cenote also needed to be "recharged" with a crystal. This would connect the energies of the two cenotes together, he said.
And so, as I left the ceremony of the "snake" descending the pyramid, I headed in the direction of the other cenote to fulfill Hunbatz's request.
Crystal Completion
A few other people from the group followed me, probably thinking they wanted to see what I was doing. To me, of course, whoever was there was supposed to be there. There are no accidents, no mistakes.
 Within a few minutes, I found the second cenote, and noted that there were exactly fourteen people, including myself.
I explained to them what I have just told you, and it was as if everyone had been to psychic school. They seemed to know exactly what to do.
We held hands, and passed the crystal around, so that each person could pray into it. Their prayers were for the Mayan people and for Mother Earth to be healthy again. Then the last person threw the crystal into the deep, mysterious water.
I could feel the connection being made. I felt an energy emerge. And I could see in my inner vision the two cenotes interconnecting and the Castle Pyramid lighting up with a new/old energy form. I understood in that moment the importance of what Thoth and Humbatz Men were trying to communicate to me. It felt complete for the first time.
The Call to the Sun
Back at the hotel, Hunbatz Men left me a note suggesting that he would like to talk with my group. He had promised to be with us, and it had not happened — not yet. Although he was extremely busy now, he needed to keep that promise.
 We all assembled in a semicircle by the Mayaland swimming pool and waited for Hunbatz. It was dark by now. The stars were out, and from the hotel there was an ambiance of soft lights all around us.
Hunbatz arrived and explained what had happened that day. He apologized to us and thanked us for performing the ceremony. For without our participation, he said, the Work would not have been completed.
He told us we were all teachers of the new world, and spoke to us of our responsibilities in this role.
And then he taught us a sacred chant to the Mayan sun god, Kin. And because so many of our group were already "remembering" their Mayan heritage of the past, singing this chant awoke an incredible feeling of being in both places at once: the ancient, ancient past, and the now.
So our day at Chichen Itza ended with us all together under the stars, chanting and "remembering" our ancient connections.
We were so filled up with emotion and the sense of mystery, it seemed as though we could contain no more.
If we had known how much awaited us, it would have been difficult for us to believe it. In truth, we had scarcely begun.
In Love and Service,
Drunvalo
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Next time: Beginning of the End of Time, Part IV
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