This happened during another one of my retreats in the Andean mountains. A serious crew of initiated puma warriors were exploring the ruins of Machu Picchu. Once again, it was solstice time when veils between worlds are thin, and the gateways are open. We stayed in the neighboring town located within the jungle. Each day we would come out to explore the ruins. We usually had our mescaline shots right before breakfast for a better kick. It would take full affect within the hour. Speed walking or climbing up the steps to get to the ruins would significantly enhance the trip. By the time we got to the ruins, everyone would feel like a wild horse ready for the runway.
Machu Picchu is mountainous region located deep within the jungle. One can only get there by train or hiking. One can easily spend a day exploring the ruins and that wouldn’t be enough. There is usually lots of tourists there as well. For someone who knows the ruins well and has mescaline running through the veins, tourists can be a bit annoying. They usually have no idea where they are, awkwardly crowding pathways, and talking loudly.
The place is run by Peruvian guards, and they usually know us pretty well. They don’t bother us, as we try not to make much trouble. Sometimes we have to cross their boundaries to get to certain sites, and we usually do it in secret. Machu Picchu for us is a working ruin, we need access to all of it, because we know how to use it. We know about special spots, alignments, and other places where one can meditate. There are also amazing acoustic chambers, designed for very special sound resonance.
Some meditation spots are so powerful that one has to be careful not to accidentally teleport out of time. I’ve had multiple experiences where the spot started ‘swallowing’ me, sometimes draining energy, sometimes creating an implosion effect. I’ve had an experience where I laid on a flat rock to rest for a moment, and it felt so good. I quickly dozed off and started daydreaming, only to be woken up by a friend minutes later. The rock I was on apparently was a sacrificial spot, laced with divine solar energies to acknowledge the offering. Not a place you want to end up daydreaming for too long.
One day, as we were exploring the ruins, I had this idea to stay there after dark. I really wanted to connect with the place in this way. There are no lights there, no electricity of any sort, but somehow that didn’t bother me. I was sure I was going to make it just fine. I took a few extra snacks that morning to last through the night time. My plan was to stay as long as I desired. I didn’t tell anyone about it.
When the sun was setting, everyone went towards the exit. I stayed behind, hiding in one of the acoustic chambers. I peeked through the rocks, and saw the guards closing the entrance. The only other way out was a narrow steep path through the jungle. I went back to my special spot where I planned to spend the night. I could hear muted voices of tourists getting on the last charter bus. Things got quiet within an hour. I was excited to go through with my plan. I got my snacks out and made myself comfortable. The ghosts gathered around me as if curious about my intentions there. Going through my backpack, I quickly realized that my flashlight was missing. What could have happened to it? I quickly lost my comfort, worries about getting back started to set in.
The sky was overcast. The moon wasn’t supposed to rise until after midnight, and even then, it might not even shine through the clouds. I knew that the only way out was through the dark path in the jungle. I meditated for a few hours, digesting my experience during the day, not letting fear of the dark get ahold of me. I knew somehow that I would be okay. Sometime after midnight, I decided to head back, as it was getting chilly, and I had enough for one day. I got to the path without an issue, there was enough light to navigate safely. I started walking down the path, and that’s when my real fear started to set in. Surrounded by the jungle, the steps were all crooked and slippery. I couldn’t see a thing, and had to ‘feel out’ every step with my foot. I almost fell a few times, and that was just the beginning of the path. It was a long way down.
My adrenaline levels spiked. I started ‘seeing’ and ‘hearing’ things in the darkness. There was no way back now, I had to keep going, step by step. It would probably take me at least a few hours at this speed to reach the bottom. My mind was pulsating. I was mentally calling for help, issuing subconscious SOS messages.
Suddenly, I saw a glimmer floating in my direction from the darkness. I was mesmerized by the bluish hue of the growing light. I didn’t know what to think of it, just standing there, watching it approach me. Once the light got closer, it separated into a few others, and I saw with my own eyes that this was a group of fairies, apparently coming to my rescue. They were effortlessly floating through the air, like magical light beings. They were about 8 inches tall, had little wings, and little glowing wands in their hands. Our communication was telepathic, there was no need to make any sound. They came to my rescue and I knew it. I expressed my emotional gratitude. They flickered in response.
Their light illuminated the surroundings just enough for me to see the steps. It was so magical, that I lost all touch with who I was and where I was. There was just me walking in the dark woods with fairies. That’s all I knew.
During our trip, they telepathically told me that they live here and have a community. They come out at night to play, when everyone is gone. They are the remnants of a long forgotten civilization that used to live on this planet. They retreated to remote regions for their survival. Machu Picchu is a very special place for them, as it is filled with abundant crystal light energy. They need this energy to keep a connection with their home world on Pleiades. They told me I was a good soul, and they telepathically sensed that I was in trouble. As light guardians, they volunteered to help me get down safely. I was thankful, and within that half hour of communicating with them, it felt like an eternity.
Their beautiful bluish fluorescent light somehow activated my deep memories. I knew these beings from a long time ago. They were gentle, beautiful, and playful creatures. There were more creatures like them inhabiting this planet. Creatures we know from our fairy tales, like dragons and unicorns. Those were real too, just didn’t survive to this day, their memories forgotten. Suddenly a realization dawned on me, all of the old stories are true. They weren’t just made up by our ancestors. These stories are our heritage, our path back to our origins. These stories must be retold to our children, so they too remember where they come from. With these thoughts I finally reached the bottom of the path. Fairies flickered one last time, and magically floated away into the darkness. I mentally thanked them.
My mind was so far away from reality at that moment. I was walking in fairy land. I wanted to prolong this feeling, I didn’t want it to end. Humans seemed strange to me. Low density beings, crude and cruel were their ways. How did I end up here? What was my purpose? Why do I remember so much?
Reality slowly took hold of me though, and I finally managed to make it back to my quarters. Many years have passed since this incident, but I never forgot how it felt. I am still thankful to them for helping me, and for connecting me to the source forgotten so long ago. I often think back to this night and every time it is like a gateway into another dimension. A rift in the fabric of time, where the truth of our existence gently glimmers through the heavy fog of forgetfulness.
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