Theos-Talk Archives (April 2004 Message tt00551)

The picture above was taken inside the Aztec kiva. The bubbles you see were 
captured with three different cameras, and exactly resemble the bubbles shown 
on many crop-circle photographs (see, for example, for a photo by Ed Sherwood 
of the Silbury Hill crop circle of July 25, 2000). What (or who) are they? We 
don't know, but they showed up in photographs at other locations on our 
journey. (That's Drunvalo at the extreme right of the photo.)—ed.




by Drunvalo Melchizedek
The People

Before I even begin, I will tell you that this journey is not over. Of 
course, the problem - our reason for going in the first place - exists in more areas 
than just the United States (my next journey will be in the Yucatan in 
Mexico, beginning in March of this year). But even more, the people who came along 
on this pilgrimage, including myself, all seem to feel that for them, in their 
lives and spiritual understandings, the journey is still happening, and that 
we are being changed by it.

It was clearly something that was ordained. People came together from all 
over the world, and they were supposed to be there, they were supposed to be 
doing that. Everyone felt this. Everyone in the group went through massive healing 
as we journeyed, in preparation for the later work that we were all there to 
do, and this has continued. I think that none of us will ever be the same.

One trip participant described her feeling for the group itself: "It's like 
the stories men tell of being in the war, when they develop a relationship with 
their buddies that they have never had with anyone before and never will 
again."

As I said, the healing and the spiritual work is still going on. Maybe it 
will never stop. Maybe it will always be going on.

The History

In 2002, the Southwest found itself in one of the worst droughts in about 100 
years, and the forest fires were burning all over the Four Corners area of 
the United States. When I'd asked what could be done, Mother Earth told me not 
to do anything at that moment, and so I waited and watched as the fires slowly 
approached my home. They actually came as close as fifteen miles away. The 
fires could have reached my home in a couple of hours if the wind had shifted in 
that direction.

As I was waiting for permission to help in the drought situation, I asked 
Mother Earth why it was happening. Her answer was something I hadn't expected. 
She said that it all could be traced back, not to global warming, but to the 
relationship that Modern Man has with his Ancestors. At first this seemed so 
strange.

The Ancestors in the Four Corners were a group of people that disappeared 
long ago, a people we call the Anasazi: The Ancient Ones. Mother Earth saidthat, 
long ago, the Anasazi were living their lives toward the very end of their 
culture when another terrible drought hit the Four Corners area. Along withthis 
drought, the Anasazi were being attacked, by the Spanish and other enemies, 
until a day came when it simply was too much to stay alive.

A group decision was made. The Anasazi decided to go back to the "Third 
World," where they had come from before entering this "Fourth World" that we are in 
now.

The Third World is inside the Earth (actually, it's an overtone of the Third 
Dimension). So the Ancient Ones went into their kivas (underground prayer 
rooms) where there was always a symbolic "sipapu." A sipapu was the openingleft 
on the surface when the Ancient Ones came out of the Earth from the Third 
World. So the Anasazi, using their special knowledge, went back into the Earth and 
back to the Third World, where they thought they would be safe.

But as we were to learn on this journey, it was not so simple. Their spirits 
were now connected to the outer surface of the Fourth World. They found that 
their life in the Third World rapidly became hell. Slowly, they began to 
realize they had made a mistake to go backwards in evolution - but there was nothing 
they could do about it, until... But that comes later.

A few years before, I was doing Mer-Ka-Ba work with a group and we found 
ourselves in that in-between world with the Anasazi, a misty, shadowy place. The 
Ancient Ones refused to acknowledge us at first - they simply could not believe 
that people of the Earth they'd known and left could possibly have found 
their way to the place where they now dwelt. Finally, they accepted us.

Now, as of last summer, the unseen relationship between the Ancient Ones in 
the Earth and the Modern Ones on the surface was reaching a point of pain for 
both peoples. It needed attention. It was actually beginning to affect the 
weather. Everything was beginning to die, and the fires were burning. Chaoswas 
entering the lives of both peoples.

And so Mother Earth wanted me to go into all four states of the Four Corners 
- Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah - and perform ceremony to heal this 
relationship between the Ancient Ones and the Modern Ones. In so doing, the 
outer and inner worlds could come into balance.

Meanwhile, the fires were getting completely out of control - huge areas of 
forest were being destroyed - and finally, Mother Earth gave me permission to 
create a medicine wheel to bring rain to this area. So my family and I promptly 
built a small medicine wheel near my home and prayed for rain.

The next day, the sky was filled with moisture. Newspaper headlines called it 
the "Miracle Day," because the moisture went straight into the fires. It 
turned the smoke from black to white and allowed the firefighters to get a 5 
percent hold on this completely out-of-control fire. It was the beginning of the 
end for this fire.

The following day, it even began to rain lightly - but only in this area, not 
over the whole Four Corners. Slowly, each day, it began to rain more and more 
until this area was wet with water and the fires here went out.

So the medicine-wheel field was working, but unfortunately only here, near my 
home. The fires continued elsewhere. The problem was not solved.

And as we set out on our journey, I wondered: "Once upon a time, I visited 
the Anasazi in their world. This time - perhaps - would they visit us in ours?"

The Journey Begins

Fifty-six people from all over the world had elected to come on our 
pilgrimage which, as you will see, was much more than just a "guided tour."

In Sedona, Arizona, we began our sacred journey with a Native American sweat 
lodge and fire ceremony run by Jade Wah'oo. We needed to do this, for the 
entire journey was to be both a pilgrimage and an ongoing ceremony of healing, and 
we needed to purify ourselves before we began - before we took on the 
responsibility of healing this ancient/modern relationship.

It was clear that there were certain places along our journey where ceremony 
had to take place, and the first of these was in Navajo land at Canyon de 
Chelly (pron. "Canyon de Shay"). So this was where we headed from Sedona.

Our Navajo Guides

The Navajo have never been too friendly with the whites, and I don't blame 
them. We have not been honest or fair in our dealings with them, so why should 
they trust us? And I have seen this distrust in their eyes. But what I found 
when we arrived in Canyon de Chelly was just the opposite. The Navajo people 
there took us close to their hearts, and lead us to parts of their sacred land 
that normally are not shown to whites.

As the guides do with other tourists, they took us down into the canyons of 
their homeland and pointed out the pictographs made by the Anasazi, the Ancient 
Ones who were there before the Navajo. But in our case, they also showed us 
sites and told us stories about their sacred land that others of their white 
visitors had never heard.

Most of our group didn't know the history. They thought it was normal for the 
Navajo to be so friendly. But many of us understood that this simply was not 
the case. Our guide said that he had brought many groups to the canyon, but 
that ours was different. He kept showing and teaching us things that other 
tourists never saw or learned.

On the second day at Canyon de Chelly, on a rocky cliff overlooking the 
secret heart of the Canyon, our Navajo guide joined us for our ceremony. Together, 
we went into the "space of the heart" and prayed for the healing of the land. 
It was a truly moving and extraordinary experience.

But the night before, the night of our first day at Canyon de Chelly, was 
when many of our group experienced the first mini-miracle. I was not there for 
all of it, because I was meditating and preparing for what was to come. So I 
will give you the story in the words of someone who was:

"One of our group, John Dumas, decided to 'sit in' with a Navajo flute player 
who, with two helpers on drums, was entertaining guests at the restaurant 
where we ate dinner. John plays flute and didgeridoo, and the music he so 
skillfully and feelingly created became a true blending of our group with the Navajos 
- an incredible "jam session" that went on until late in the night.

"Although those of us who were there were very tired from hiking all day, we 
could not bring ourselves to leave. It was a true happening. The music itself 
was extraordinary. And the heart communication, not just between the musicians 
but between the Navajos and the people in our group, was one of the most 
amazing experiences of what love means that any of us had ever had. For thefirst 
time, at least in that small room, the Navajo and the white man were One. John 
played with shining eyes, and the joy that streamed from him was something to 
behold, mirrored in the faces of our Navajo friends.

"At the end, just as we were preparing to leave, a very, very old man walked 
out to the microphone. He was, he said, a Navajo Code Talker from World War 
II, and he had been among the group that planted the flag on Iwo Jima. There had 
been three other Navajos with him at Iwo. They were all dead now, all but 
him. Softly, matter-of-factly, he gave us their names, and told us how theyhad 
died.

"He said that he had written a sacred song for that day, for Iwo Jima and the 
battle they had fought there. And then, in the hushed room, without 
accompaniment, he honored us in the ancient way by singing us his song.

"When he left the room, he stopped to hug each one of us."

The First Medicine Wheel

>From Canyon de Chelly, we went on to Chaco Canyon, in New Mexico - the master 
center of the Anasazi. We were hopefully planning to do a medicine wheel at 
Chaco, but once we got there we found that the government had sealed off all 
possibility for such a ceremony to be performed in that place. We talked to 
local officials, but they made it clear that we couldn't even bring drums into the 
area.

Instead, we all went to the major ancient ruin there, and found one of the 
abandoned kivas where the energy felt very powerful. It was open to the air, as 
the departing Chacoans had torn down much of their civilization, and the roofs 
of the kivas no longer existed. There was no way to go inside. Instead, we 
circled the kiva, and began ceremony with only our bodies and our spirits.

When the ceremony felt complete, we decided to move around the enormous site 
and connect as individuals to the land and to the Ancient Ones.

At first I walked with a few of the group members up the side of a cliff 
until I reached the top where I could see out over the entire canyon. I played my 
flute for a while, tuning my heart to the land. And then my inner voice told 
me to continue by myself up to a ledge that was hidden from the group (and from 
the government!).

You could see that Chaco Canyon was in a drought, dry, with no rain at all or 
even any moisture. Life was hanging on by its fingertips. My inner guidance 
said to do a small medicine wheel in this hidden spot, and to connect it 
energetically with the one near my home in Arizona, hundreds of miles away.

I found some little rocks made of iron, and on a large flat rock I used these 
iron stones to make the wheel. I prayed to Mother Earth in the same way as if 
this were a normal-sized medicine wheel, and asked her to connect it to the 
wheel near my home, as I had been told to do.

After about an hour and a half, it all felt complete, and I returned to the 
group and became a tourist again.

Now you need to understand at this point that back home in Arizona it had 
been raining for almost two weeks, and everything was turning green and 
beautiful. But when the Chaco medicine wheel connected to the one in Arizona, the 
energy created by the Arizona wheel was sucked out of Arizona and into Chaco 
Canyon. By the next day, as my family reported, the Arizona weather near myhome had 
returned to the same dry condition that had existed before we made our small 
family wheel.

Actually, I felt this shift the moment it happened. It was as though life 
force had been taken away from me. It felt personal.

I explained these events to the others, and said that we needed to keep 
moving to find the right place to create our group medicine wheel. I knew it had to 
happen very soon.

The Kiva Ceremony

During the next day of our journey, seeking a location for the medicine wheel 
ceremony, we visited two of the ancient Anasazi ruins from the Chacoan 
culture. They are enclosed and managed very tenderly by official caretakers.

In the Salmon Ruins, we were able to walk through the insides of the sacred 
structures and houses actually inhabited by the Ancient Ones. We knew that the 
Anasazi were of small stature compared to us, but the size of their doorways 
really brought this home.

At the Aztec Ruins, for the first and only time on our journey, we found 
ourselves inside a roofed-over underground kiva. We could feel the energy and the 
mystery of it. Our group sat around the edge of the circular, cave-like 
chamber on benches that had been provided for visitors, and I talked a bit about the 
Creation Story of the Anasazi. How they had emerged from the Third World, and 
how the kiva stood for that world, with the symbolic "sipapu" at the top, whe
re the Ancient Ones had climbed through into the Earth. Then we all entered 
the place of the heart, as we did so many times together on this journey, and 
performed a ceremony of healing there.

I don't remember what I said, but I remember the energy. I remember that a 
family of visitors came upon us, and stood reverently, joining us in our 
ceremony. And I could feel the Ancient Ones all around us. Connecting with us.

So far, all had been mere preparation for what was to come.

The next day, we headed for Colorado.



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