According to the bible on the seventh day of creation God rested.   Numerologically number seven carries this symbolism.  My cabin number is seven and it is a perfect place to rest, write, read, review and reflect.

Last night I met the manager of the Eco Lodge, Carlos, who had only just arrived from a few days in the capitol of La Paz.  After chatting to him for some time I asked if he knew anything about the ancient history of this place because I felt it was very special.  He seemed to be taken aback by my question and then said that one of his former guests, a Canadian man, had told him the same.  He said that he felt it was an ancient site, possibly pre-Inca and maybe even pre-Aymara.  (Aymara is the language and culture of the local indigenous people.  I read somewhere that it was one of the most ancient languages).   I told him I felt the same.   He then proceeded to show me a large pile of ancient rocks and fossils found when some of the buildings were being constructed.   I intend to look at them very carefully in the day light and I feel sure Eduardo will be very interested indeed. 

Weeks ago, when I was back home in Australia, thinking about the things I would pack in my suitcase to bring on this adventure, I felt very strongly I needed to bring my gardening gloves. Gardening gloves?  I love to garden and create beauty.  I’m also very resourceful with my planting.   I decided against bringing a gardening trowel, because of the extra weight, however here I am, living in my little cottage with a pair of gardening gloves.  Am I crazy? 

Last night Carlos told me that a major gardening project was being planned to begin next month, when the rains are expected.   They will be digging up the earth to create gardening beauty.  I offered to help.   I wonder what we will dig up?    There’s obviously something going on.  I really enjoy following my inner prompts and uncovering clues because this makes life so exciting.    I have no idea where they will lead and that’s part of following the mystery trail.

 Ashtara

The day of the recent Full Moon in Pisces I arrive in Copacabana, a small fishing village on the shores of Lake Titicaca high in the Andean mountains. I am following a Piscean dream and spiritual calling.  And that is to give myself lots of time to allow new writing to emerge.  This was a spiritual directive given some years ago, which I politely ignored. However, I’ve realized it doesn’t serve me to ignore! The directives only come spasmodically and have taken me to many exciting places around the world. Why would I ignore this one?  Simple answer – fear!

So, towards the end of last year things began to stagnate in my world.  I was not as light and joyful as normal. I felt the presence of the Lord of Time and Karma, Saturn, and allowed ancient fears, burdens and limitations to consume.  When I said that “enough is enough” and decided to act upon the “calling” he decided to move on, to play in other people’s fields.  Lesson learned! There really wasn’t much option! I bet he’s got a huge grin on his face and a sense of accomplishment!

Titicaca is the highest navigatible lake in the world, situated at approximately 4000 metres above sea level.  The air is thin.  It always takes a few days for me to adjust to the high altitude even though it is now such a familiar area.   So I spent the past eleven days at a lower altitude, in Peru, mostly visiting in the Sacred Valley, staying with friends Hetty, see www.PazyLuz.com and Sonia, who is doing amazing humanitarian work- www.LivingHeart.org

I also had a lovely time in Cusco visiting Teresa, Enrique and their three children one of whom, Alison Camilla, is my goddaughter.  I so enjoyed playing with the kids and they me.  It was fun.   

Bolivian friend and former tour guide RosseMary was at the bus stop in Copacabana (not the Brazilian one) to meet me.  We danced and hugged as we embraced.  I love her and she me.  She is a wise old soul who speaks English very well indeed. Her life is devoted to her spiritual path and three children.  She is a single Mum bringing up three boys, one of whom is a teenager. She works with the Bolivian spiritual elders and also leads spiritual groups to sacred places in Bolivia, especially those around and on the lake. Many years ago I helped her to gain the confidence to be a tour guide and form her own company, Andean Dimensions, and now she is much sought after. 

In Australia two years ago Nuria gave me a generous donation to help poverty stricken schools in both Peru and Bolivia. Fredy Conde, my former Peruvian tour guide, found a needy school in Peru last year. Since then he has worked hard to ensure that school has the amenities he felt they needed. This is the second school I’ve helped in Peru with him.

And there is a nearby Bolivian village that really grabbed my heart. My group visited this school last year and itemised all the things that were needed.  Basics such as the repair of broken windows and doors that didn’t shut were provided, as was a cupboard for the teacher and textbooks for the children.  The teacher, who travels to this little village each week from La Paz, the Bolivian capitol, didn’t have a cupboard, desk, books, mat on the bare board floor, or any teaching material.  She was the only teacher and therefore responsible for the education of 20 plus children, of all ages.

 The list concocted by us in co-operation with the teacher was quite long. RosseMary took charge to make sure it was all accomplished.  I will be visiting this school during my sixty-seven day stay here. And am really looking forward to it.   My archaeologist Bolivian friend Eduardo is preparing a detailed report of all that has been accomplished there and I hope to put it on my website. He doesn’t speak English so there might be a few challenges with language.

So here I find myself in a relatively new and well-appointed ecologically built cabin in Copacabana situated on the shores of Lake Titicaca.  My second home is built from nearby stone, raw mud and straw.  Most of the cabins have solar heating.  Mine - not yet. I was lucky to have a choice of cabins and I chose this, the smallest, just because it feels right.  www.ecocopacabana.com 

I’m sitting at my computer writing this blog, with a beautiful view of the lake, much as I have at my home in Australia, although the lake I have there is much, much smaller than here.    Surrounding me are a grove of eucalypt trees.  I have a new home amongst the gum trees and this delights me. The Australian song “Give me a home among the gum trees, with lots of plum trees” etc. etc.  (Can’t think of the remaining lines just yet!).

Many years ago, when I first visited Copacabana, I stood at the shore looking and feeling.  I said to my companions that I felt there was something very special, perhaps an ancient sacred site, at the south/eastern end of the lake.  Where I am now.  Each consecutive year I have visited here the feeling was the same.  It wouldn’t go away. And now I am living here.   Yesterday, whilst RosseMary and I were chatting, I mentioned this to her.  She trusts my feelings because they have led us into very special situations and places, so she listened.  We walked to the site where I felt the energy most strongly, just behind and to the side of my cottage, in a grove of eucalypt trees. She then starting picking up some of the rocks nearby and then looked at the them archeologically.  She began to feel excited.  She wants to bring Eduardo here so he can investigate.  This afternoon I took a stroll into the nearby village and then, on my return, looked at the bigger picture of this site geographically, as I’ve been trained to do. I think I’ve got it!   It lines up with two other ancient and special feminine sacred sites.  What will unveil itself?

Ashtara

13^th September 2011

The Ancient Feminine Temple on the Island of the Moon, Lake Titicaca, Bolivia

Some years ago, when I first placed my feet upon the land of this small island on the Bolivian side of Lake Titicaca, I became completely enveloped by unexplainable heart and soul opening sobs.  These were joyful sobs of remembrance.  I had been here before, many life times ago! My soul and body remembered. But what was it I remembered?  Would my conscious mind reveal what my body and soul knew so well?

As the sobs overtook me I was compelled to lie face down upon the earth, unable to speak.  I instinctively kissed the ground feeling such love and gratitude. Then, after I had gained a degree of composure, I felt moved to conduct a group ceremony based on my ancient memories.   I have no idea what I said or did but the group members present were greatly touched by the experience.   

Since that time I have remembered much and have recorded my memories.  These will form a future book. They explain ancient pre-history that has not ever been written.  There is still much for me to remember and record.  Each time I visit this Island I gain greater clarity and knowledge.

At this sacred place some people are activated to remember the ancient times when they were specially chosen female initiates on their spiritual path to multi-dimensional consciousness. They were attending a unique residential esoteric training school on this Island.   Many people in my groups have had revealing awakening experiences at this magical place.  Why here?  Because the veil between dimensions is thin. The esoteric Feminine Ray enters our planet near this island in Lake Titicaca and infuses the area with high frequencies.  There is much sacredness and many hidden mysteries here that are gradually being uncovered by those coded to do so.

There are between 175 – 180 people living on this small island.  There are almost no modern amenities and the few children who live here travel by boat to the nearby larger Island of the Sun to attend school.  The Island of the Sun also has many ancient sacred sites and there have been many unusual, mind-blowing and exciting discoveries made here.  I have recorded some of other’s experiences and have experienced many of my own.

During the past week I was fortunate enough to meet the current Priestess of the Moon Island in her humble, stone, thatched abode.  She is one who leads their many ceremonies, heals the sick and reads coca leaves.  She prepared a special herbal infusion for the group accompanying me and I was permitted to have her photo taken with me.  We sat in the courtyard of her home enjoying the warm sunshine and convivial hospitality.

The women on this island use special weaving techniques and specific symbols to infuse their ceremonial clothing.   I was particularly interested to notice the weaving frame demonstrated by a village weaver, Hortensia, as we watched her intricate and agile weaving hand movements.  The frame comprised two esoteric carvings: one depicted the serpent; an ancient symbol for feminine power and the second depicted the life-giving rays of the Sun.

Ancient knowledge, wisdom and symbolism infuse the lives of these Andean people.

Following the meeting with these two women we traveled to the other side of the Island to the ancient Temple of the Moon.  This is such a powerful place.  The temples are crumbling however the energy field of the land stores memories. These are accessible to those tuned up to the specific frequency.  Again, as I lay spread-eagled on my back in the centre of the temple, more memories enveloped me, of a time when the great white semi-etheric giants walked the Earth teaching their star lore. Most indigenous cultures have these same legends and when the truth of these legends becomes known his-story will have to be completely re-written. Her-story needs to be told and I look forward to sharing my understanding and knowledge, based on my many and varied experiences.

Ashtara