11/01/07
Tonight we took our first guided journey to the upper world. I was walking on the same path, however this time I came to a fork in the path that I don’t remember being there in any of my other journeys. Today the air is much warmer and drier. I followed the fork, which goes down a trail meandering along side of a stream. Coming around a sharp bend the stream and path make, I look up at the rising hillside and notice an overhang with a small opening.
This overhang held my curiosity so I climb up to it and see that the overhang and adjacent rock outcropping conceal an entrance to a cavern. Crouching down, I slip inside. As my eyes adjust to the dim light I notice a man dressed in a brown robe that said he would watch over me if I chose to continue.
In the far end of the cavern/tunnel a bright whitish/violet light begins to radiate. I walked over to the light and felt compelled to step inside, immediately I felt lighter and began to rise. The sensation was similar to that of gliding upward in an elevator. As I realized this comparison, I found myself in a glass elevator that was stopping at the “first world.” This world felt very heavy, covered in craggy, molten rocks and lava. One lava flow running close to the elevator, spoke saying it’s time for rebirth of all that is and ever was.
Suddenly the elevator continued up, stopping again at the “second world.” This world was a dense plant world, resembling a jungle but yet something much more. This place felt much lighter, yet still dense. I did not receive any message from this place only the sense of something special. The next stop at the “third world” was compelling I felt the urge to stay. Many angelic people, grand mothers, grand fathers, those who have gone before, were there to greet and welcome me. Out of the crowd came brother bear who simply said, “remember” and “you must continue.”
The elevator proceeded to the “fourth world” which was an iridescent pale green. As the door opened on this world Pacha-Cuti, a female dressed in a very highly vibrating and radiantly green dress reached out and took my hand. I gave her a gourd water scoop and she smiled and said thank you, “look”. Before me, a very large wall of falling water almost resembling a tsunami appeared. We stood in silence as I gazed into the repetitive churning, rising and falling of the water. After some time, she handed me a staff and told me to journey with it always. Suddenly the elevator appeared and Pacha-Cuti said, “it’s time for you to go.” Getting into the glass elevator I waved goodbye and I woke.
