After spending many moons gazing at the glory of Heaven’s Gate, we were asked to go deeper. It’s why we came. It’s why we trekked thousands of miles, endured a wildly dangerous bus ride, and agreed to release every conceivable wall. We needed to know the Secrets. The Huachuma had sucked us all into the [...]
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Right then, we were on the bus to Heaven’s Gate, clutching symbolic rocks, musing on slaughtered journalists and past lives, and relishing the last moments of an unveiled reality. We reached the top of the mountain after a long, treacherous climb. Flashes of the real world, and all it’s fear-filled consciousness, keep sneaking back into [...]
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The bus was scattered with every last traveler; 12 in all, including Howard. The Huachuma sunk in with deepening dives; every breath sent me deeper and higher. Z sat next to me, so silent and intense, so I flipped on my favorite all time album (Sigur Ros: Takk) and got a little lost. We stopped [...]
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The day after our Transformation Mesa, we returned to the temple to see it with fresh eyes. We spent more time in the labyrinths, bonding with our god-like Lanzon, and trying to slowly integrate the mystical memories swimming inside our cells. Every time I made eye contact with one of the travelers, I felt shivers [...]
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We all ascended from the Lanzon viewing, full of divinity and transformative power. Night had fallen, and the Chavin valley felt like a cocooned, other-wordly heaven. We shuffled back at a brisk pace, feeling humbled and yet undeniably regal. My head was high, that’s all I knew – with the energy blasting from my heart, [...]
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