Chapter 8
Visions II
April 28, 1991
Awakening in Machu Picchu was more drowsy than usual. Tadashi and Sakkie went out in the morning to climb Huayna Picchu, which rises behind the ruins of Machu Picchu, and I talked hollowly with sleepy eyes and fell asleep again. And I finally woke up with Naoko's knocking sound.
Message from my deceased grandfather
When I went down to the restaurant to eat the promised breakfast, Naoko sat down with a man who was a psychic healer and waited for me. We enjoyed breakfast while talking about various things. And he, a psychic healer, suddenly said to me, "Your grandfather is here with you now."
"Your grandfather says he has saved you about two times from a motorcycle accident."
When I was told that, I couldn't say anything and shut up. As he said, I was about to get into an accident on my motorcycle several times. One of them would have been blown into the air and, if unlucky, dead. At that time, I found that my body floated for a moment. I remember well that during those few seconds, all the moments passed in slow motion, as if they were frozen. I miraculously made a few scratches and didn't get into a big accident. He said my grandfather was worried about me and had arrived so far from Japan.
Actually, when my grandfather died, I was far away from home, and when I came back, it was the first seven days after the funeral. The psychic healer said grandfather came to see me after he left the body. When the psychic healer asked, "Do you know he's here now?", I don't know how to feel it, and I can't feel it. I remember my grandfather who was sick and got more sick. I was revived, and confused.
During the subsequent trip, every time I noticed, I looked up at the sky and searched for my grandfather. Even if I couldn't see him, I was encouraged to think that he was nearby.
Then, after returning to Japan, when I showed my inspiring friend a photo of Machu Picchu, he said, "You can see my grandfather. It looks just like you."
I said thank you to my grandfather in my head.
Machu Picchu day in the morning
After a mysterious breakfast, I decided to take a walk in the ruins with Naoko. For a while, they sat under the most eye-catching tree in the central square of the ruins and meditated. During the meditation, the middle forehead was tingling. I felt something touching the tip of my head. I just sat absent-minded, without thinking. The sign of water dominated the area, and the scent of water made me happy. When I noticed, I fell asleep for a while. It was a very happy place.
It is said that Buddha's consciousness comes down when he meditates under a tree standing in the central lawn square.
"I wonder if Sakkie and his friends have reached the summit by this time," I continued to look at Huayna Picchu while feeling the light of the sun shining in the shade of the trees.
After that, I left the central square and explored the ruins. We didn't have a guidebook, and I didn't take the guided tour yesterday, so I didn't know what was going on, and I just fluttered.
When I looked around several buildings, I got lost and ended up at the same place several times. Eventually, I decided to go to see the valley on the other side, so I climbed the stairs toward Intiwatana and walked through the narrow terraced fields.
The stonework in the field had small protrusions that acted as stairs, so I used them as a foothold and climbed up one after another. The destination was Intiwatana, and the stone pedestal located in the center was surrounded by ropes, and the caretaker was on the lookout.
T he theory that the monolithic pedestal is a sundial for astronomical observation is generally widespread. However, it did not feel like the ruins of the Maya civilization, which had an extraordinary knowledge of astronomical observation. It looked like a pedestal no matter how you look at it. We couldn't touch or sit on it. We walked around the area called the House of Nobles, went out to the big square in the center, and joined Tadashi and others.
It seems that their climbing Huayna Picchu was quite difficult, and it seems that the woman who took the lead made a mistake on the way and was in distress. He said there were a number of stone cutouts on the top, apparently artificial chairs made of large stones, and a large bottomless hole in the center. The cityscape of Machu Picchu overlooking Huayna Picchu in the photo was like a bird flying in the air. While listening to the story, I thought I should have gone, and I regretted it a little.
We had lunch together, and in the afternoon we went down to Machu Picchu station, hiked to Augusta Calientas, where the previous station is, and walked along the banks of the Urubamba River to the spa.
We were immersed in a hot spring like three pools with different temperature differences on the outskirts of the city. Everyone wanted to immerse themselves in the spas of Shirley MacLaine's "Out on Alim", but the August Calientas spas were almost like a public bath. The hot water of the spa was soft and felt like clinging to the skin. A river flows beside the mineral spring, and the murmuring of the river and the cry of mountain birds make us feel the richness of nature.
We spend time in the spa until near dusk, and whilst making noise, we turn back the way we all came, swaying the flashlights in the grass, projecting a small circle of light, in Machu Picchu. We headed to the bus waiting for us at the station.
Moonlight meditation
We had dinner, dressed thickly and grabbed a flashlight, waiting for everyone to get together in the hotel lobby. Today was the last night at this Machu Picchu hotel and we no longer had the time to postpone the starry sky meditation.
In reality, there were a few clouds in the night sky. But no matter what the weather, it would have been nice if it didn't rain.
We went into the ruins with Edward at the top. It was sloppy. I couldn't afford to look up at the night sky because it was dangerous to walk in the ruins at night without looking at my feet.
When we arrived at the Intiwatana Square and looked up at the night sky, a clear, cloudless, shining full moon mysteriously illuminated the area. The cityscape of the ruins in the moonlight seemed to be quietly alive. And some stars were blinking with bright light. We sat in a circle around Edward and Kazumi, who sat on the pedestal of Intihuatana. Some crossed the rope fence and sat on the pedestal in the same way. Then Edward concentrated and went into a state of meditation.
I looked up at the night sky and was a little surprised to find myself feeling nostalgic. It certainly felt like a familiar night sky, as if it were nostalgic. Then Edward's body shook and regained balance, and this time Ja-Zeawa said, "Good evening everyone."
Ja-Zeawa said that our thoughts in this place, good or bad, amplify nearly 10,000 times more than normal. The energy flow itself has neither affirmation or denial. It is the movement of our thoughts that influences it. Depending on how we give direction to the energy of the thought, the reality created by the energy of the thought will take a different path.
If we let go of positive thoughts, it would flow that way. And if you let it go negatively, it just flows like that. As many other beings say, we create our own reality with the energy of our thoughts, and we are experiencing it. And in that sense, there is no doubt that we ourselves are Creators and our own Gods.
Ja-Zeawa said that there are only three places in the world with such power, and the thoughts we think about here become part of our reality and our lives.
Our thoughts are energy, and the energy of those thoughts influences the creation of our reality. If we can pay more attention to our own flow of thought and how it is formed and can change consciously, we will have a more open life, reality, and gathering. Will be able to create a conscious future. And it is ourselves who hold the key. Awakening at the individual level can have a great collective impact.
We were healing various things including our own body through Ja-Zeawa's guided meditation. By having healing thoughts in such a place, those thoughts become a reality.
I felt the premonition, the future
In the vortex of enormous energy, I gradually became unable to hear all the sounds. The voice of Jazewa, the voice of Kazumi, who interprets it, and the sound of the wind blowing through this holy city of Inca, were all wiped out in the swirling flow of energy. Then, in that silent space, I began to see some visions.
The darkness in the closed eyelids soon began to fade as if it was foggy, and I began to see another world as if I were dreaming. I was looking at the mountains covered in green from the height of the viewpoint floating in the air. It was the steep slopes of the mountains that rose in front of the ruins of Machu Picchu. When I turned my gaze down, I saw the terraced fields of Machu Picchu, which sprouted in young grass.
Gentle light and soft air before dusk. Then I saw a six- or seven-year-old child in white clothes running around in the shining green field. And the moment I saw the child, I knew that he was myself. And when the child stopped running, he was approached by a man, and my gaze was with that of the child.
I looked up at the man through the child's eyes. A dark and solemn look. Looking at the slopes of the distant mountains, I was convinced that he was the father of the child and that he was Tadashi. I thought so for some reason. Then, when I smiled and looked in the direction of the mountain he was facing, I thought I felt something from the scenery for a moment. Whether the child felt it or what he felt at that time may have been assimilated with the little child so much that he could not tell. Something that cannot be said in words, something like fate. Premonition.
Yes, the word premonition may have been the closest. I felt the premonition and the future. Then my consciousness separated from the child's body and slowly separated while looking at the cityscape of Machu Picchu and the mountains surrounding it.
… Yes, I felt like I felt the future …….
UFO floating in the valley with past life seen during meditation
For a while, I opened my eyes and looked up at the night sky. I couldn't hear anyone's voice. I couldn't hear anything at all, neither Ja-Zeawa's voice nor Kazumi's voice.
Then, when I closed my eyes again and turned my consciousness inward, the deep darkness in front of me was covered with white mist again, and soon I began to see a soft scenery close to a gentle orange.
Focusing my consciousness on the hidden, soft orange landscape, I saw a large gray prayer monolith. Illuminated by the setting sun, the two children were singing a song, but I couldn't hear it. It looked a little smaller than the previous child's vision. The boy sitting on the left felt like me. The girl was sitting to the right of it. The two seemed to be practicing singing. My gaze kept floating in the air, looking down at them from the upper right in front of that time of little me. And I became a gentle bystander and kept watching the nostalgic sight for a while. Eventually, the scene became dim and was replaced by black darkness again. And I saw a crimson flame burning on the black background.
Prominence that spreads to the full field of view reminiscent of a volcanic eruption. Against the backdrop of the burning red flames, I saw a woman with long hair, with her hands raised high into the sky where the silhouette emerged. I was just looking at the scene. I had no idea who the woman was and where the scene was.
Eventually that vision disappeared and it became dark again in front of me. After a while, I started to hear Kazumi's voice, and I followed her.
I didn't know how meditation was developed. Then Ja-Zeawa stood up, searched for a fascinating star among the stars shining in the night sky, and told him to stare at that star for a while. He said that the brilliance of the star reveals the brilliance and brilliance of our individual consciousness.
I stared at the star floating in the middle of the valley on the opposite river of the valley. I knew in my heart that its brilliance was not a star. It was clear that there could be no star floating in the center of the valley, shining in seven colors. It must have been a UFO.
Is it a foul to choose a star that is not a star? Though I thought, I stared at the star. And again we sat down and imagined connecting with the star through meditation. And when Ja-Zeawa remembers the brilliance of the star in his heart, we are connected to this place in this holy city, in the holy valley, and that energy is forever contained in our consciousness. He quietly left Edward's body and left.
It took a long time for Edward's consciousness to return. We looked up at the night sky and occasionally turned to Edward, waiting for his consciousness to return.
My eyes, accustomed to the darkness, could easily see Edward and every corner of the surrounding ruins. Eventually, Edward's consciousness returned, and we dragged the lingering sound of the session, just staring around for a while.
In the meantime, I was watching the shining stars in the valley I chose in meditation. Then, Sakkie, who came beside me, said, "I chose that UFO too." Still, the UFO was shining like a diamond over the other side of the valley.
Suddenly someone said, "What ... that ...?"
And pointed to a plot called the aristocratic houses.
"Look, something is moving over there. It's glowing white ... Can't you hear any music? Twenty or so people are moving and coming towards you," said the woman.
On the street, when I focused my attention on that one stroke, I could certainly see something like a shadow that glowed around the bush in that corner. But it wasn't at the level of being visible, it was like a layer of visible, invisible air, or a swaying, transparent shadow, like a mirage. Then someone said, "I'm here. I can see ..." and someone said, "Something is shining now," and we panicked for a while.
Then, someone shouted, "Oh! The stars are gone! It was shining there until a while ago!"
When I turned around, the UFO star I was talking to with Sakkie had disappeared suddenly.
The night sky remained clear, and only some of the brightest stars disappeared completely. I heard people around me saying, "That was a UFO after all."
At Edward's call, we managed to regain control and began to return to the hotel with our back hair pulled. Looking back, there was no sign of anyone other than us in the dark-dominated ruins. However, I felt like I was breathing, as if only this holy city was alive.
A vivid vision of the old sage
We returned to the hotel room, asked the restaurant bar for room service for coca tea, and talked about things like the ruins. I had to think a lot about my past life. A person may resonate with his or her past memory or the past memory of the land when a wave of a certain frequency synchronizes with the consciousness of being alive according to each spiritual growth. Because I can't. Especially in places with old history with high frequencies, it seems that various dimensions and memories of the times often remain in the land. So, if you see a vision like the memory of a past life in such a place, it may be that person's, or it may be picking up someone else's old memory. Absent. You may also be looking at the memory of the land itself as energy.
From the time when the consciousness as a channeler began to grow, the more the telepathic ability bloomed, the more it became possible to resonate with various frequencies and frequencies. Because I was able to experience that.
In a normal case, if you remember a strong memory of a past life related to you, a strong fluctuation of vibration will occur inside. It is clearly that the present self and the past life self are synchronized, and a strong and confident, complete internal awareness occurs. And, in many cases, many people weep from the intense shift of past and present consciousness, energy, and vibrations mixing and assimilating.
Ja-Zeawa said that the past, the future, the present, all of them exist at the same time at this moment. If we reach out, all the memories are in our hands at this moment. However, I couldn't say anything at that time. Everything was new, unfamiliar, and a strange reality. And because I was skeptical, I had to feel free to walk with my intuition, without joy and courage in the various spiritual experiences.
We were enjoying the long story while regretting the last night at the ruins of Machu Picchu. I turned my head toward everyone and replied with my head down, saying "yes" or "no", and as soon as I closed my open eyes, it was as clear as again. I have seen a vision.
A white-haired man was sitting in the jet-black darkness in front of me. He had a cane in his right hand and his gray-haired beard extended to the knees in a light wave. The image of God that appears in Greek mythology was the closest. And the old man's eyes were shining sharply and strongly like a flash of light. The whole image had a hard presence as if it were frozen. However, there was no fear, discomfort, or awe. For a while, I kept staring at the old man quietly. And since the image didn't seem to change at all, I got bored and opened my eyes.
For a while, I looked at everyone's face and closed my eyes again, but this time I had only two shining eyes. However, the two brushes were as sharp as before and continued to shine like a strong flash.
In the end, I was completely bored and thought "it was enough" and opened my eyes and said to everyone, "I saw something strange again." Everyone was calm and not surprised, as if they were accustomed to my strange behavior. Naoko heard the story and asked, "Isn't it Grandpa, the uncle of the psychic healer said?", But I remembered my grandfather's face clearly. It looked completely different from my real grandfather, and I wasn't as intimate as my grandfather. And even after returning to Japan, I began to feel that only the memory of the old man was strangely beginning to occupy some position in my heart.
We were tired of a long day and felt that we needed enough sleep for meditation at dawn the next morning, so we quickly stopped talking and went back to our room and sneaked into bed. We were, frankly, Almost passed out at this time because we hadn't had enough sleep since the beginning of this trip, as if we were on a student school trip.
Next to me, Tadashi was quietly sleeping. Have I really been my father while I was drowsy? I was thinking. It was clearly felt that everyone on the tour had a strong connection to each other. As I fell into a deep sleep, I recalled the image of the memory of my past life. Feeling the rapid loss of consciousness, I thought I would never forget that gentle sunset sky in my memory.
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