I was born in New York City. In 1960. And never lived more than 50 miles from its epicenter. That’s a long lineage of roots.
As I travel to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico the miles unravel all that is familiar. I am officially in the unknown.
A day of ceremony on the road. Joining my ayllu sisters from Peru at 12:12 pm in meditation on LOVE. To open our mesas, sing, chant, rattle, drum, pray and light candles from all parts of the globe. To shift into non-personal awareness and be love as we usher in light during this auspicious time of transformation.
My journey west rides on faith. Faith is my ever diligent GPS lady who I trust to navigate unknown terrain. She cannot however guide me to a site for ceremony in the wild landscapes of western Texas. For that I must listen to Spirit.
I pull off I-10 at about 11:45 CT. I make a left and keep on driving. My GPS companion persistently asks that I turn around whenever possible.
I feel a call to be near water. Ten minutes later I know this is it. It takes my breath away.
When we trek in the Andes we build apuchettas along the way…little “apus” or mountains to hold our prayers and offerings of thanks for the safe passage of our journey, our gratitude to Pachamama and the Apus, blessings for our families.
The apuchetta protects the white candle I place inside to burn the hucha it holds from clearing. A gold candle is also placed in the apuchetta to honor the sun and usher in light. If you look in the apuchetta you can see the flame burning.
i drum in the wild. Its pulse beating with the heartbeat of Pachamama. My song growing stronger reaching the Apus.
The Sun is warm. The sky clear blue. Over an hour has passed since I arrived.
As the drumbeat slows ceremony closes with an offering to Mama Cocha…the waters. A qintu or prayer holder made of three bay leaves, a yellow rose petal and sprigs of sage give thanks to Creator for guiding me to this magical space. To drum and sing. To be in communion with Spirit. To weave luminous threads in a web of love.
As I drive a chant reverberates through me for hours. At times breath and sound carve out abysmal caverns in my heart where love cannot get in. A deeper well opens to beauty, to gratitude, to the bounty of blessings and the AWE of the privilege to be on this journey. The vibration repairs the damage done in the absence of love. A lullaby soothing the hiding hurts of long ago.
Shri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram.
I reach my hotel room in El Paso and am curious about this chant I have droned for hours.
Krishna Das, one of my favorite kirtan artists, and who may be the first one I heard sing this has this to say …”Shri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram is the song/mantra that Hanuman is always singing. Rama is the name that Maharaj-ji always had on his lips. It is the mantra that purifies the heart and bestows devotion to God. It is like the taste and the gratifying quality of nectar in the form of emancipation… It is like the bee for the beautiful lotus of the devotee’s mind… Install the luminous gem in the shape of the divine name of ‘Rama’ on the threshold of the tongue at the doorway of your mouth, if you will have light both inside and out.”
As the light of this day begins to set, my heart has been hollowed. Traveled to new terrain both inside and out. Purified, emancipated in a deeper dance of devotion.
Informed by light…all the way to dreamtime.
Ceremony on the road.
AHO my friends! AHO!