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Letters from Drunvalo Volume 1 Issue 9
© Spirit of Ma'at 2003
So far, the predictions from the Mayans, and others, of major Earth changes before the end of this year have not manifested. But we feel to stay awake and watch the events of the next three months. We will keep you informed.
And now, we will resume our story of the adventures of our small group of International friends who are following the instructions of both the Mayans living on the surface today and the Mayans who are inside the Earth in another dimension.
Journeying South
The day after the Solstice Celebration at Chichen Itza — and with the ceremonies and prayers still lingering in our hearts — we left the Mayaland Hotel and turned our faces toward Quintana Roo. On this day, we would journey toward the Fifth-Chakra Mayan site at Tulum (just as the Fifth Chakra in the body is all about speaking one's truth, so Tulum is the Mayan center for sound, and for the vibration and harmonies of music). On the way to our hotel, a resort on the Mexican Caribbean, we would visit Coba — perhaps the largest site in the Yucatan, although much of it remains to be excavated. And later in the afternoon, we would make the trek to one of Quintana Roo's hundreds of cenotes, on private land, hidden deep in the jungles near Tulum.
As we slowly made the long drive to Coba, we had — after so many surprises — given up our expectations. Childlike, all we brought with us now were open hearts and open eyes. We were simply waiting for God to show us our next responsibility.
Exploring an Ancient City
At Coba, we found a compound surrounded by small palm-thatched open-air eating places, where we had lunch. One of the specialties served there was fresh coconut milk, which was sipped through a straw straight from the coconut itself. After lunch, we entered the temple site of Coba.
Coba is an impressive place, covering nearly 50 square miles, and once home to an estimated population of 40,000 Mayans. The huge ancient city that originally surrounded Coba was so big that if we could see it as it was just over a thousand years ago, we would probably change our concepts of who the Mayans were. Looking out from the top of Coba's Great Pyramid — Nohoch Mul — we can see all the evidences of an extremely advanced civilization.
 Our guide, Umberto, described for us one interesting feature of Coba: This site was the hub of a system of incredibly sophisticated ancient roads, called Sacbe (pron. sock-bay), roadways of stone built to a height of one or two meters and covered with mortar. Most of the mortar is gone, now, but many of the Sacbe stones remain in place. Umberto had been pointing them out to us along our journey, but here was the culmination. In truth, at the height of Mayan civilization, "All Sacbe led to Coba."
The existence of these roads, Umberto noted, was puzzling in that the Mayans had no form of wheeled travel, or even horses. Perhaps the roads were used for religious processions. Most certainly, their patterns are related to the Mayan calendar. They seem to be parts of a huge astronomical "time machine."
One of the delights at Coba is the bicycle cars. Those visitors who do not wish to make the long trek from the gates of Coba to the Great Pyramid may ride in these cars. Propelled by human effort, they are very much like four-wheeled rikshas, except that the driver pedals them rather than pulling them on foot. We did not see these anywhere else in the Yucatan.
In Coba, I approached the Great Pyramid, Nohoch Mul, wondering if it would be anything like what I had seen when I was there years before.
In 1985, the Great Pyramid had been nothing more than a small stone house on top of a large hill. Today, I saw it completely revealed, the tallest pyramid in the Yucatan. It was hard to believe!
Many more of Coba's estimated 6,500 pyramids, temples, and other structures had been excavated since my previous visit. Now, the Great Pyramid, despite its size, seems almost unimportant among so many others in this vast complex. It was surprising to see so much exposed and mapped out that had previously been hidden.
The energy of the place was fantastic.
We would not be doing ceremony at Coba, only sensing and communing. So everyone in our group was free to explore, and like water evaporating, they quickly disappeared into the trees, exploring all parts of the site. Then, like fog separating and coming back together, we would find each other, discovering intriguing places, meditating. I had so much fun here. It all felt so good.
LionFire had explained to us earlier that there was an entire mystique of dancing down the Mayan pyramids. It was in itself a ceremonial act that aligned one with the sounds of their creation. Coba was our first opportunity, after hearing this, to dance down a pyramid. It was a treat to watch one particularly staid member of our group gaily and lightly tripping down the steep stones of Nohoch Mul to the rhythm of some lost Mayan flute.
All too soon, however, we had to leave our resting and playing at Coba in order to explore the cenote which was our next stop and still arrive on time at Aventura Spa Palace — our resort hotel on the "Mexican Rivierra."
Visiting the Cenote
 I do not remember the name of the Cenote we visited on the way from Coba to our hotel. It was one of hundreds in Quintana Roo, many of which — like this one — are privately owned. To get there, we walked along a paved pathway that quickly changed into an irregular, rough trail, until we finally came to the large, oval pool deep in the jungle.
The sides of the cenote's banks were so steep, going almost straight down, that we did not try to absorb the healing waters by swimming in them. Instead, we sat on rocks at the edge, communing with the spirits of the place.
Our group was alone here. It was so quiet. Vines trailed into the limpid water from overhanging trees. The surface of the cenote reflected all the greens of the jungle along with the blue of the sky. It felt like an incredibly sacred place. With one accord, we all sat silent in meditation there for a long time, soaking in the beauty and peace.
All On the House
Diane Cooper, our trip leader and dear friend, had something very special planned for us that night and the next. For the place where we were staying, the Aventura Spa Palace, was an all-inclusive resort hotel near Tulum, right on the Caribbean Sea.
The Aventura is a truly beautiful and luxurious place — and more. For what "all-inclusive" means is that guests can eat and drink absolutely anything the hotel offers, at no extra expense.
I'm told that there were quite a few lavish parties that night.
The next morning, after a hearty "free" breakfast in the Aventura's huge dining cafeteria, we turned back up the coast and headed for Tulum.
Tulum, 1985: When Ken and I first arrived in Tulum, in 1985, our senses were aroused by the beautiful play of colors — green jungle trees spaced with the lighter green of open grass, offset by the amazingly tranquil, turquoise ocean and the grey-white stones of the temples.
The smell of the ocean air made us just want to sit and take it all in.
Eventually, we began to remember we had a purpose for coming to this place, and out came our pendulum. We were at the Throat Chakra, and for the first time, as Thoth had directed us, we had to find on our own the right place to put the crystal we had brought.
We were so confident after Chichen Itza that we felt as though we were on the Yellow Brick Road and nothing could stop us.
But that feeling quickly came to an end. After about two, maybe three hours of using our pendulum, it was obvious that we didn't know how to find the right spot. The energy here was just too high. It was like trying to hear one violin out of a hundred all playing the same song at the same time!
I remember looking at Ken and telling him, "I don't think I'm going to be able to do this."
But we had no choice. We had to keep going.
Finally, after five hours, I began to be able to sense differences in the energy. Somehow, I could feel the uniqueness of each place, and "knew" where we were to go.
 It stood on top of a small hill overlooking the blue, blue ocean, off to the left of El Castillo and the other two main structures at Tulum: the domed Temple of the Wind. Inside, we could see the remains of some of the original paintings that decorated its ceiling.
Our crystal bore the same vibration as this temple. And I knew for sure this was the place when I saw that the crystal's color matched the color of the paint inside that temple.
We hid the crystal near this temple, then stood outside, watching the ocean. It was over.
Now, although our small group of Oneness had never seen this place before, to me it was all so familiar.
A Miracle in the Sky
In the eighteen years since I had walked upon the grass of Tulum, the government had built up the area so that tourists could be controlled more easily — and there were a lot of them on this day, for it was the weekend.
But none of this mattered to me, not the crowds of people, not the changes. I could feel that what was about to happen here would be wonderful — and important to the balancing of the Mayan energies.
At first we all went in different directions, exploring, while I tried to remember where we had placed the original crystal. That had been so long ago! But after about twenty minutes, I found it. I knew right away that this was the right place when I looked inside and saw the frescoes.
Standing at this temple, I scanned the area of Tulum, looking for a place to do our ceremony. In a few moments, I saw, out in the expanse of grass that surrounds the temples of Tulum, one area that seemed to glow more than any other. I walked directly to it. By now, our group had collected, and so everyone followed.
The location was perfect. What it was, or why, I don't know, but it was perfect.
I then selected the spot that would mark the center of our circle, set a piece of cloth on the ground to form the Altar, and marked the four directions. Someone in our group gave me a large crystal, and I placed it in the middle of this Altar. Then others in the group added their own articles and crystals.
Soon, everything was ready for our ceremony.
From those who volunteered, I chose four people — two males and two females — to hold the positions of the four directions. These four stood at the direction they represented, facing in toward the center of the circle. In turn, they each said prayers and "became" that direction, providing protection to the inner circle.
I then knelt in the center of the circle, representing the directions of above and below, and said prayers to seal this inner space for the beginning of the ceremony.
And now I am going to tell you about things that happened, in this very powerful ceremony, on the "inner planes."
Within minutes of the opening of this ceremony, some of the Mayans living in the inner Earth made contact with me. These beings entered into the ceremony with us, and there were more to come.
To help those who could not "see," I began to speak and describe what was occurring in the fourth dimension all around us.
First, three Mayan elders entered our circle from the North and stood in front of the Altar. It was obvious that the oldest of these three, who was in the center, was their leader. He began to speak in Mayan, asking other members of his tribe to emerge.
Now, four Mayans — two male and two female — came and stood behind our people in each of the four directions, sealing off the inner space even more with their knowledge and understanding. Then there followed about thirty other Mayans, who dispersed themselves around our circle.
Once all this had happened, an interplay between our group and theirs commenced. Their primary interest was in gaining control of the environment and especially the rain, to bring balance to the outer world and the inner world, both of which were out of balance. In fact, the Yucatan Peninsula was experiencing a period of severe drought. It had not rained there for many months.
The Mayans began by "constructing" a huge energetic pyramid in the four directions, enlarged to about two miles or so on each side. This pyramid became the centermost "mountain" to bring in rain. They could control the mountain's height, and thereby control the amount of rain that came to this area of the peninsula.
To increase the area that this pyramid would influence, the Mayans made more pyramids, all running together like a mountain range extending for many miles toward the north.
When this was complete, the central Mayan elder announced that it would now rain before tomorrow, and the drought would be over.
To end the ceremony, the Mayan elder asked that we chant to the Sun with its name, "Kin" (pron. keen). Everyone, both spectral Mayans and our group, sang the sound of the name of the Sun several times. On the last note, we raised our arms and hands into the air, and opened our eyes.
We began to break up the circle and were beginning to share our experiences with each other when we all heard a joyous yelp. "Look! Look at the sun!" It was LionFire, and he was pointing into the sky.
And then it was that we all witnessed something that few people are ever privileged to see. For around the Sun, on this clear and cloudless day, there was a perfect, brilliant, circular rainbow, so bright that every color stood out.
In that moment, we all knew that what we had just done and what we were doing on this journey was so deeply blessed by Great Spirit that there were no words to express it. My heart opened so wide, I thought I might melt into the Earth along with the Mayan people who were now returning to their inner world. It was so beautiful!
I wonder now what the hundreds of tourists and their children must have thought of us, all hugging and crying and smiling from ear to ear and speaking to each other in four or five different languages.
At the time, though, I wasn't even aware that there were other people at Tulum.
At this point, most of us ran down to the ocean and jumped into the gorgeous turquoise waves that threw us around like corks on a fishing line. Those who hadn't brought swimsuits just jumped in with their clothes, and we all splashed around and laughed and played. This was great! Life was great!
And still, in the sky above us, that magical rainbow circled the bright sun. It lasted a long, long time.
Another Crystal Skull
 Eventually, it was time to head back to our home on wheels — or so we thought. But as God would have it, we were not yet done for this day. For as I trekked out of the Tulum temple grounds on the way to the parking area, I was stopped by the Mexican man who had brought me the white skull at Dzbilchaltun. Now, he was holding yet another ancient Mayan crystal skull. It pulled me to it like a moth to light. This one was green, like jade, and slightly transparent.
As I connected with this crystal, I was introduced to a single male who lived inside it who demonstrated to me yet again how the ancient Mayans were using these crystals.
An individual was chosen to die, he affirmed. Then the spirit of this individual would enter the crystal and reside there until the crystal's purpose was complete. In the milky-white crystal at Dzbilchaltun, the residents of the skull were a couple — a man and woman — and a grandmother. But if there was a grandmother inside this one, I didn't see her. Perhaps she was there but would not allow herself to be seen.
Always, it seems, the crystals' purposes are related to holding and maintaining the ancient Mayan knowledge and memories until the End Times — this time that we live in now.
I didn't know what it meant that so many crystal skulls were entering into the energies of our little group. But Hunbatz Men had predicted it would happen.
That night, shortly after we returned to our fantastic, all-inclusive hotel, the sky opened up and the rain began to pour down in a veritable deluge. When that happened, I looked to the heavens, closed my eyes, and thanked God for this blessing and this second acknowledgment of our prayers and ceremony. I couldn't help but feel again, as I had before, that this was the "right" group for what we were doing.
We had two more big ceremonies to perform before returning to Uxmal and back to Merida. But first, there were two processes that needed to happen in order to prepare ourselves, and perhaps the world, by releasing our negative male and female energies of the past thousands of years.
For many, these two processes, which took place at two pyramids that stood for the Dark Side of the male and female sexual energies, were the most deeply felt of anything that happened on our journey.
In Love and Service,
Drunvalo
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Next time: Beginning of the End of Time, Part V
© Spirit of Ma'at LLC 2003
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