Kucho and I at the mouth of Shaman's Cave, Machu Picchu. August- 2004

At five o'clock that morning a group of us made our way to meet Kucho in the Cave to give Ceremony and Thankfulness. Drunvalo and I stood shoulder to shoulder as the Sun rose....

We thought at the moment of this picture we were saying 'so long', but the Ancients had more for us on this day.

I asked if I could stay in the Cave after everyone had left.

This Cave stimulated feeling and memory....I felt very open to receive.

When I was alone, sitting in the Centre of the Cave, I heard a symphony of voices. There were so many sounds and voices simultaneously I had to relax and just be.

After an hour or two, time was hard to tell, I heard a voice clearly state Kucho had a gift for me. 
This was going to require some Divine intervention as I was scheduled to leave Machu Picchu that afternoon.

Eventually I came out of the Cave and made my way down to the where the buses constantly shuffle people up and down to the town, I got on a bus mostly filled and within a couple minutes we were making our way down the mountain.

Emotion filled to capacity, I struggled to contain the feelings of leaving 'The Mountain'.

I looked up to the front of the bus, and i saw Kucho's leather hat peeking over the top. Could it be? When the bus stopped, he just calmly turned and gestured he would wait for me outside.

I, like a five year old, full of excitement, began to tell him what had happened in the Cave. With a sparkle in his eye, he gave me instructions to meet him at a certain place at a certain time.

I rushed back to my hotel and made arrangements for my luggage to go to the train and then set off to find Kucho.

I waited, but no one came. I heard music playing beneath me, and leaned over to become entranced by a five piece Peruvian band. Beyond the music I became aware of a man pointing at me. He was tall for a Peruvian, with long black hair, and the face of a crow. His stare was intense. He pointed at me and then over to his left. i looked, and there was Kucho with a wide grin, waving a full over head wave, and in the other arm held a beautiful two year baby girl.

My heart lept, and off I scurried to meet them. He escorted me into a building.

He was beautiful in his white ruffled shirt, and his shiny black hair reached down his back.

A Ceremonial Blanket was on the floor, sacred herbs were burning, and Love permeated.

We knelt,  made an offering to PachaMama, Kucho spoke some delicate words of the Ancient Ones and began to sing.
I had fulfilled my role by bringing 'my' Sacred Eagle Feather to Peru.
Although Drunvalo and I were the only ones who knew this, on the physical level.....the Ones looking on knew all along. 
For me the lesson was on attachment....letting go of the old sacred ways to make room for a New Sacred Way of Being.


Kucho sang......

EEEEEELLLLAAAAhhhhh

EEEEEEELLLLAAAhhhh

EEEEEEELLLLAAAAhhhh

"From this day on, from Machu Picchu, you are Illa......simply Light"

The Energy surged through my body, from the top down.

The Ceremony continued, with Sacred Energy dripping from every word.

After the three of us laughed and hugged, and kissed each other's forehead and cheeks, eventually I was able to leave.

I changed that afternoon, I do not want to define it, but I know i changed.

I give thanks to Kucho, who on the night of the full moon, climbs the mountain of Machu Picchu to offer prayers of Love for this beautiful Planet and ALL that It Is.

I give thanks to the Ancient Ones, who are so much a part of Life on Earth.

May we ALL experience the Sacred Love in our Hearts.