Archive for September, 2010

The Aramu Muru Doorway

September 28, 2010

The difference between hearing about a place and experiencing it for yourself is akin to the difference between being told there is a God and having a mystical experience. There is no substitute for the experience. While Jorge Luis Delgado had written about and spoken of his rediscovery of a site that had come to be known as the Aramu Muru Doorway, I was keen to visit the place myself and had that opportunity the day following the Cutimbo air ceremony.

Near the Aramu Muru Doorway

Many years earlier, Jorge Luis had come upon the place, which was not far from a main highway, but which had seemingly gone unnoticed for a long time. He had been following a ley line down the valley in which the site sits and upon approaching, realized that it was special. The area was comprised of a large sandstone wall with a door-like indentation in it. Jorge asked permission of the place’s spirit guardian before approaching the “doorway” that he suspected was a portal to another dimension. What he experienced when he connected with the doorway was a flurry of visions, one of which was a vision of Aramu Muru passing through the doorway into another dimension.

Fellow Travelers at the Aramu Muru Doorway

Some years later, Jorge Luis began taking tours to the site and when a foreign journalist interviewed him about the place, he told the journalist about his experience there. The journalist published the story, proclaiming that Jorge Luis had rediscovered the ancient Aramu Muru doorway, and the name stuck.

Not only did the name stick, the place became somewhat famous.

But who was Aramu Muru, anyway? That depends on who you talk to. Some legends suggest that Aramu Muru was the first “priest/king” of the Incas, also known as Manco Kapac. It is said that he is the one who took the Solar Disc that had been hanging in the Sun Temple in Cusco and brought it to Lake Titicaca. The Solar Disc was believed to have originated in Lemuria and by bringing it to Peru, the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays (essentially, a group of Ascended Masters) was, in essence, establishing a presence there—a presence intended to foster brotherhood, service, and relationship with Spirit.

While visiting the Aramu Muru doorway would be a worthwhile endeavor at any time, it seemed particularly appropriate on February 13, 2010—one day before the Solar Disc activation ceremony was to take place. In fact, we were visiting the site while making our way to the dock where we would catch our boat to Amantani Island. There was symmetry to our going to the doorway at this time. It is thought that Lord Aramu Muru left the earthly realm by passing through a portal, disappearing into another realm—as Jorge Luis had seen in his vision—and we were about to continue his work by activating the Solar Disc.

The site is an impressive one. The doorway and two channels on either side of it are in the midst of a large stone wall. The stone is pinkish in color, reminiscent of our red rock in Colorado. The doorway itself is a bit wider and a bit shorter than what we might think of as a standard door and is indented.

Channels to the Left and Right, Doorway in the Middle

No, there are no hinges and no doorknob, nor is there no way to “open” the “door” using standard, physical methods. The door is wider at the top than the bottom with a small ledge on either side that can be used to rest one’s hands while kneeling in front of it. There is also a small, round indentation that some have suggested might be the place where Aramu Muru placed the Solar Disc to “open” the door. Jorge Luis has pointed out that this opening is more or less aligned with the third eye (depending a bit on one’s height) for those kneeling at the doorway.

Fellow Traveler Standing in a Channel

The channels on either side of the doorway are thought by some to balance the masculine and feminine energies. Jorge Luis noted, during his first experience with them, that they seemed to be energy vortexes, one spinning clockwise and the other counterclockwise. As our group approached the doorway, we spontaneously formed a line, each person stopping to position him or herself in the channel to the right of the doorway while waiting for a turn to experience the doorway, itself.

Q'ero Shamans

My experience of the channel was one of energy, which I felt coursing through me as I positioned myself snuggly within it. Just leaning against the channel stone sent vibration radiating through my body. Once at the doorway, I knelt and placed my forehead against the rock. And as I did, I felt the doorway thin and then dissolve, being replaced by an energetic portal. I passed through this portal and, once inside, saw three tunnels—one straight ahead and the others to my right and left.

Saint Germain (an Ascended Master and one of my personal guides, sitting on a council of twelve I often find myself before during meditation) appeared before me. He was delighted to find me there. He told me it was not yet time for me to pass down any of the tunnels, but assured me that, having found myself before them, I would be assisted by him in traveling down them during shamanic journey, dreams, and at other times when I was in an appropriate state to do so.

I came to understand that the first tunnel—the one straight ahead—led out into the cosmos and, from there, to many places. The tunnel to the right led (via tunnels that forked from it) to Mount Shasta, Amantani Island, Machu Picchu, and numerous other places that are connected energetically. The tunnel to the left led to Lemuria, which now seems to be in another dimension. At some point, I looked up and realized that there was a column of light piercing the space and branching into two other columns, thereby forming a v-shape over the area, connecting with the tunnels.

I was comfortable in this place with Saint Germain and didn’t really want to leave, although I did want to explore the tunnels. Still, some part of me knew that others were waiting on the other side of the doorway, back where my body was still connected to the stone wall. They wanted a chance to experience the doorway, too. I knew I needed to return. I also knew that now that I had been on the other side of the doorway, I could energetically return if I wished to do so.

Once back outside, I stood up and realized that I was only barely in my body and still very much in an altered state of consciousness. My entire body was vibrating and I could hardly move. I knew that it was pointless—not to mention unnecessary and maybe even counterproductive—to try to make my way to the second channel, so I did not even attempt it. One of the Q’ero shamans helped me down and I sat for a time, collecting myself a bit. Then I wandered the area around the doorway with one foot in alternate reality while the other was back on earth. I couldn’t talk, nor did I have any desire, really, to connect with anyone else. I was vibrating at a different frequency than usual and wanted to stay with it for a time.

Surrounding Area

It is said that some disappear through that doorway. I hadn’t disappeared, but I’d been through it  and I felt energetically aligned with the work to come.

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Conference, Cutimbo, and the Miracle of the Pantyhose

September 1, 2010

Earth, air, fire, and water. These are the “elements” around which the ceremonies leading up to the Solar Disc activation will be based. This is ancient practice. Shamans from around the world understand ceremony based on earth, air, fire, and water. These elements give us life and we cannot live without them. Our lungs fill with air when we enter this life, and when we die, it is said that air leaves first, then fire, then water, and finally, earth.

We are to do air ceremony the day following the fire ceremony. But first, we have conference in the morning. As the elders and shamans arrive, I am struck by the miracle of our all being here, in this place, at this time. So many have been called to join together for these events and while I had a sense of it the previous night, it is not until we gather for the morning conference that I feel the full impact of it. I am humbled to be a participant and, as I look around me, I feel the collective power of those gathered. I have no doubt that we will activate the Solar Disc. I have no doubt, in fact, that we could, collectively, shift the tectonic plates if we chose to. But shifting collective consciousness is more what we are about.

Jorge Luis opens the conference and then turns it over to others to share seeds of wisdom, as he puts it. The Amazon shaman, don Jesus (who blessed me the previous night), seems thrilled that we have all come to take part in this important event. He says that he thought the Amazon River was big—and then he came to Lake Titicaca. We laugh, appreciating his innocence. He carries that mingling of wisdom and innocence I’ve seen in those who have seriously gotten over themselves—like His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Arikara/Hidatsa elder, Marilyn Youngbird.  Don Jesus’ wife, Juliana (also known as The Bird of the Amazon), sings for us. HeatherAsh Amara, a longtime student of don Miguel Ruiz, speaks of the elements and learning to lean into them as we give up our identification with self and our resistance to acknowledging that we are, indeed, magnificent beings. Nestor Caceres Escalante talks about sacred geometry. Don Isidro urges us to take that which is within us and express it in the world. Meg Blackburn paints mental pictures of light organizing into geometric shapes that remember all they have experienced. Local shamans—don Raul and don Jose Ramos—tell us how pleased and honored they are that we are there.

The Conference

And so it goes. All morning. As HeatherAsh would have us lean into the elements, I lean into the teachings, as a tree leans towards the sun. It is the extraordinary ordinary people of the world who impress me—not rock stars or athletes or heads of state—and these are extraordinary ordinary people. It is clear to me that each of them is contributing to the evolution of consciousness in their own way and I’m glad to be sharing this experience with them.

We travel to Cutimbo for the afternoon air ceremony. Not far from Puno, in the altiplano—the high plateau—Cutimbo rests on a large, flat plain more than two miles above sea level. Dominating the site are both a square and a round chullpa. 

Cutimbo Chullpas

We are asked to remove our shoes and socks, then form a large circle. Most of those present do so, though a small group seems to separate from the larger group and conduct their own small ceremony nearby. The circle is huge. There are more than a hundred present for the ceremony. Peruvian shamans gather in the middle to orchestrate the ceremony. Those of us comprising the circle are asked to move as the wind moves. One of the shamans talks and gives offering as we dance our wind dance over moss and rocks, delicate flowers and weedy growth. Overhead, the wind conspires with the cloud people. It looks, for a time, as if it might rain, but it does not. The air is crisp and we are all washed clean by the wind.

I had dressed for the day in hiking pants and shirt, hiking boots and thick socks. But beneath it all, I am wearing pantyhose, as I do most days. Having removed my shoes and socks—but unable to remove the hose—I have been dancing over the rough terrain in stocking feet. This is a sacrificial pair of hose and I am happy for them to be so. They will be shredded by the time we are done. I am, admittedly, a throwback to another time, a laughable anachronism of a woman. And I expect my due for being one. I would have been better served barefoot, but I am not. And I couldn’t care less about the hose.

But when we have completed the ceremony and I sit down to put my socks and boots on, my mouth drops open as I see my feet. Not only are my hose not shredded, there are no runs, no snags—nothing. The hose are in perfect shape. It is completely ridiculous. It is impossible. It is wildly amusing. I am on the receiving end of a minor miracle. I have been shown that when one throws herself completely and joyously into work on behalf of something larger than herself, the ordinary rules of life, physics, and pantyhose are suspended. That Spirit would use something as mundane as pantyhose for this lesson amuses me to no end. At the same time, I am a little in awe. And I keep what has happened to myself, at least for the time being.

Feeling the Energy

After the ceremony, we spend time at the chullpas, praying, some of us crawling on hands and knees through an opening to sit in the womb of pachamama within one of them, feeling their energy. I do all of this. But I do it as the silent witness to the miracle of the pantyhose.

Cutimbo, Post-Ceremony

Copyright 2010 by Melanie Mulhall