Þingvellir National Park.
New Moon Solar Eclipse, March 8, 2016, Almannagjá
Spreading the Aguayo cloth with colorful bright stripes onto a snow-covered boulder made me smile. There are very few things I travel with, items small enough to fit inside a pocket: sacred oils, white sage from New Mexico, delicate crystals, and a box of waterproof matches. Winter in Iceland required bundling. My Aguayo cloth, q’ipirina in Quechua, was purchased at a Peruvian market near Lake Titicaca. Quechua women often use the q’ipirina to carry small children on their backs, and kids use the q’ipirina to hold baby lambs in the front. I wrapped my little treasures for protection and used the cloth to create another layer between me and the frozen ground.
As the Icelandic wind brought the alchemical smoke of sage to my senses, the day’s events started to fall away. The body tension from a half-hour flight into Keflavik and a forty-minute drive through snow flurries lifted as my Spirit deepened into stillness. I took a moment to view the Pingvellir landscape: the Almannagjá, a large sooty black fissure forming a protective cliff wall, a narrow stream quietly flowing into the lake, and the sounds of people walking in the distance started to disappear. I journeyed inwards to a state of consciousness where Source speaks in geometric form and waves of light.
In that space, words and intentions unbeknownst to me before arrival united into a simple truth spoken out loud: Let Divine Will Be Done. As the ceremony continued, photonic light flooded my head space igniting an electric blue light, peace filled my heart, and earthly dramas vanished. Ceremonial work is sacred and cannot be shared. It is only to be experienced, appreciated, and realized.
After the energy had felt complete, I gathered everything and headed to the car. The shift from one dimension to another can create a void space, so I walked carefully, noticing everything around me until my complete being was focused on the here and now. When the cold temperature that followed dusk began settling into my bones, a sign of the present time, I reached for the car keys.
When Spirit guides me to travel, I respond by showing up. Foregoing the travel maps, GPS, and the internet, or even studying up on the area, I let my Spirit guide me forward. I found Icelandic roads challenging at first. Directional signs are so low to the ground that it took some effort to retrain my senses to look down. I learned the importance of looking at the pavement, especially when the weather quickly turns from blustery snow at zero below to sunshine and blue sky. It’s all about black ice.
As I drove to Pingvellir, anglicized as Thingvellir, I watched the snow fall across the asphalt road, reclaiming the artificial split between the plains. A flat wintery landscape as far as the eye could see. The landscape produced a temporal feeling of existence, so it was unsurprising to find Icelandic people engaging in recycling and lighting up their reality entirely on renewable hydro and geothermal energy.
Before arriving in Iceland, I was mindful of Robert Coon’s list of major and minor earth chakras, where Coon lists Reykjavik, Pingvellir, and its associated Lake Thingvallavatn as the 118th chakra. I was also aware that Iceland sat astride on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, with Pingvellir’s landscape showing the geological result of North American and the Eurasian plates parting ways.
After returning home, I read Pingvellir’s Unesco application to become a World Heritage Site. I learned this site was central to the Icelandic culture; for more than 850 years, people gathered here to create laws, maintain judicial and legislative records, and speak their truth from manmade assembly booths that remain partially visible today. I found the following statement applicable:
“In this environment of dramatic contrasts one can sense the mystery of sacred things, at once awesome and enchanting, which attracts and repels at the same time, arousing strong and conflicting emotions. Þingvellir is where Icelanders go when major decisions are to be made.”1
The “major decisions” helped me understand the connection between my ceremonial work at Pingvellir and the words “Let Divine Will Be Done” from my being. I am respectful of man’s law. However, I have chosen to abide by Divine law: transparent, universal, and serves all. And I was challenged by that statement. The area known as the reptilian brain stem started to throb, and it wouldn’t cease until I finished writing.
1“Application for Inclusion in the World Heritage List Pingvellir National Park”, (n.d.) p.7. Web. 14 March 2016. <http://www.thingvellir.is/world-heritage/thingvellir-and-world-heritage.aspx
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