Let us pray for those who sacrifice so much to defend the liberty we enjoy:
I sit on a rock on the side of a path looking down at Machu Picchu and the splendor takes my breath away. It is late afternoon and the sun has set. Long gray/black shadows begin to cover the sacred site. Soon darkness will consume this treasure of the Inka, their mountain retreat, a place of respite, ceremony and mystery. Then I see it; a man's face in the area between the temples and the residences. I look over to Huayna Picchu, the peak that borders, and I look at the face I saw earlier there, and it just smiles. I am seeing faces in the mountains, the landscapes; nature is alive. I look again at the face in the grass; it is an opening into Pachamama, the earth. I want to go inside but I do not; I think I need permission and it is just a little scary. I will journey there later. Anyway, the teacher is calling us to do something else. Opportunity.
I sit on a sofa, my eyes closed, listening to the drumming, letting it penetrate into my mind and body; so my spirit can be freed. There is the shadowy face of Machu Picchu and slowly I enter the dark void of nothingness and drop. My intent is to find peace. I see an old man with short gray hair; gray skin, no clothes and I recognize him as a teacher. I tell him my purpose for being there and he just smiles and nods and fades away. I am standing facing a sheet of glass looking at trees, huge, dark, wet trees with every limb, branch, twig, holding a ribbon of pure white snow. The contrast poignant; black vs. white. The tree has become a vessel, a container to hold the snow; there is such beauty and I am overwhelmed by the presence of peace. The glass dissolves. Fulfillment.
Remember peace, it resides inside of you. Munay, Paul