Outer Sight | Inner Sight
Writing a check to Uncle Sam having completed the mind-numbing checklist of mundanities, I was ready for a spirit-led adventure and thankfully, my schedule agreed.
On the way home from an evening tax appointment, I reached out to a girlfriend living in Mexico to ask if she would enjoy my company. For my gypsy soul, last-minute travel is as easy as zipping a suitcase shut. Days later, just before midnight, the plane touched down at the regional airport in Mérida. Waiting in the lobby with an open arms welcome was Star Johnsen-Moser. En route, I realized that it had been exactly 14 years to the week since we had first met in Mérida. In 2008, I joined a group of travelers hosted by Star and Itzá Mayan elder Hunbatz Men to explore various sites throughout the Yucatán. On the Spring equinox of 2008, an option to visit either Uxmal or Chichén Itzá was offered. I opted for the latter with Hunzbatz while Star took participants to Uxmal. It was at Chichén Itzá where I would experience a massive past-life recall, followed by a near-death, and weeks of disorientation. While grateful for this positive soul journey, I couldn’t make sense of my near-death experience. That was until a chance encounter in Denver, Colorado with author and astrologer Barbara Hand Clow who asked, “Even if you don’t know what happened to you, do you take responsibility for it?” Yes, I replied wholeheartedly. Clow quickly countered, “Then that’s all you need to know.”
After decades of mind-melting adventures leading to soul growth, the idea of staying home and paying more taxes was worse than the potential of another near-death experience. Stepping back into the Yucatán, I had left behind any reactive tendencies to blame anyone for my actions, confusion, or upsets. Along with any concept that someone could make me take my credit card out of my pocketbook. I was receptive and willing for the mysteries to unfold, however, needed and on my dime.
While the electricity turned on and off at Star’s casita during repairs to the electrical grid, we found ourselves drawn by synchronicity to a rural area of Peto, Mexico with two men of unlikely countenance. Driving us here and there, guiding us to unknown sacred sites, learning local history, and tending to the earth grids while the living light moved through us, our energy work felt electric as it was shared with the land and each other.
What I didn’t see coming was a full and spontaneous kundalini awakening after I visited Uxmal.
Not sure what it is with turnstiles but when I handed over my entrance ticket to pass through those metal turnstiles and onto the path leading to the so-called, ‘Pyramid of the Magicians,’ my body formed an “S” wave. Whoa, I exclaimed. Hey Star, did you feel that? She already had. Are the bands of energy moving toward us or us toward them, I pondered. Either way, my body was responding to the energy. I took a few more steps forward and another wave stopped me in my tracks. “Hey Star, look what my body is doing!” Another “S” wave moved through my head and down to my toes. We slowly moved over to the handicapped sidewalk that runs parallel to the staired pathway to adjust and integrate the energies. Two fabulous-looking women were busily chatting away as they quickly passed us using the stair walkway. Star said, “Look they don’t even notice the energies.” “Oh no”, I replied, “they’re going to have a great time, taking selfies and seeing the sights.” Having felt the power of the energy to pull me inward, I knew I would see the site not from my physical sight but rather from my inward sight, from the view of the soul.
By the time I made it to the base of the oval-shaped pyramid, Star was already in a deep trance-like state, so I took a moment to turn around and take that “I was here” selfie. So many sites, rarely a camera in hand, let alone a picture, I thought. Not even Chichén Itzá in 2008, I was too busy having my mind blown to see the full complex – missing 99% of it. At Uxmal, now was the moment. I turned around, positioning my cell phone to take in the pyramid behind me, and just as I pushed the button the wind kicked up. Snap! A hot mess photo with my hair covering my face. Star turned to me, “Are you taking a selfie?” “I was…”
We moved on and into a room next to the ‘Pyramid of the Magicians.’ As we deepened into inner visioning, many moons could have passed overhead. At most sacred sites, detailed signage offers a laundry list of “don’t” including “performing ceremonies of any kind without prior authorization to the event.” Oftentimes, site employees will break the energy, group circle, or whatnot. I felt two men waiting to step forward. As they stepped into the doorway, we began to leave when Star turned to one and said, something to the effect, “remember” in a direct eye-to-eye, face-to-face contact. ‘Oh shit’, I thought, recognizing the potential for a trigger moment given the energy we just deposited in the room.
Individually, we made our way to the Quadrangle courtyard. I slowed down to take in the vaulted doorways, the masks for the Mayan rain-god Chaac and carved mosaics along the way. I noticed that Star had moved toward what is commonly known as the calendar stone situated on the base of the stairway of the North Building. I took an opportunity to dance in the Quadrangle courtyard –- what felt like one more time — before making my way to join her. The man who Star had passed by earlier stopped me and started to ask questions in Spanish. Those questions on who, what, and where need a solid education to unpack and lifetimes to answer. “I don’t know,” I responded. He leaned in while locking his eyes onto mine, in accented English he insisted, “You do know.” That’s how it is when you want to know something you think someone else is privy to. It’s a bit of an intolerable demand. How does one start? “Well, I haven’t been here before. At least, not in this lifetime… Did your body move in an “S” wave when you entered Uxmal?” I decided it best to leave the mystery unfolding conversation behind and join my girlfriend.
Causeways and Arches
Standing next to Star and in front of a small stone seat known as Stela 17 by researchers or ‘the calendar stone’ by tourists. The worn hieroglyphs carved into limestone are mostly eroded but indicate an approximate year of 900 AD. According to the notes from the 1930 Tulane expedition, Stela 17 was once found in 27 fragments at the foot of the stairway to the North building by Frans Bloom. The stone was cemented back together with only a few pieces missing. It now rests on the third step of a broad stairway covered by a protective awning. While the original purpose or use of this stone is unknown, whether a physical seat belonging to one of the last governors of Uxmal or as a longcount stone, I closed my eyes to take in the soul’s view. I prefer to walk sites unassisted by world knowledge, allowing the energetics to inform me first, then I study the site if guided, followed by sharing what I have learned in the process. I was unaware of the significance of Uxmal yet open to learning. Appearing in my mind’s eye was a single pathway, a long white causeway followed by an archway. The arch, itself, was unadorned, almost stark in comparison to the rich Puuc style architecture at Uxmal. This flat-roofed long rectangle archway repeatedly appeared allowing time to contemplate its significance.
Historically, arch builders used symbolic arches to convey a narrative. Perhaps a war memorial to honor those who fought and died, such as the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile in Paris, France. Archways may contain commemorative inscriptions marking important events such as city building or figures in victorious wars, accession or death of a new ruler, emperor, or royal family member. However, within my inner sight, the entryway was void of the dynamic work of Maya stonemasons who adorned the four limestone buildings surrounding the Quadrangle. Tourists are surrounded by heavily ornamented scenes such as two-headed entwined snakes, glyphs of Venus, bold and delicate geometric patterns, rounded corner edges, and even symbolic overlays of the bar and dot notation on Chac masks. In my mind’s eye, the archway appeared adobe-like in simplicity, austere in style, and was wider than the endless straight and narrow path below it.
Suggesting the path is narrow but the entrance is wide.
My consciousness traveled along the holographic path. Between long stretches of the causeway, I moved through a rectangle archway and then down the white road until another archway. The scene felt as if it would never end. As my consciousness traversed these portal gates, I witnessed numerous soul fragments returning from all sides, like the concept of traveling through hyperspace with stars appearing blurred from moving so fast. I broke my silence to share this revelation with Star who responded in kind. I don’t know whose soul pieces these belonged to – hers, mine, ours – though I was curious what would come from it.
The path ended in front of a single archway, the same style as the gates before except the scene changed. A profile of a large buck with antlers appeared within the archway. The energy felt feminine like a deer with the quality of gentleness, not overtly masculine nor aggressive. Once the energy was acknowledged, the image disappeared, and a Mayan stone calendar appeared in its place. The calendar was hovering above the ground and lying flat as it rotated. While I couldn’t see what was occurring on either side of the spaces behind the archway, I felt the presence of others. Perhaps the calendar was being attended by ancient star people who were responsible for rotating the calendar. From my vantage point in front of the archway, a glyph of an animal would be shown, like a rabbit when certain sections of the calendar filled the archway. Suggesting different eras of time, or energetic expressions. I was unable to read every animal glyph as it rotated, I glimpsed three animals but could only remember two when I had time to put pen to paper. Not having an education on the Mayan calendar, I felt overwhelmed at the thought of studying an extensive cosmological system.
After this holographic vision was complete, we continued exploring various buildings to contemplate the site, much in silence. By the time we made it to the car, my skin felt burnt from the sun and my body was radiating heat. “Why am I so hot?”, I whined out loud. Lifting my shirt above my belly to see if the sun had penetrated the white cotton eyelets leaving a sun mark. It didn’t. I felt like a hot mess despite my sun hat and 50 SPF. I was burning up. I reached for Star’s hand to place it on my low back. Can you feel that? It’s searing! Star was quietly contemplative as we drove back towards Mérida. While my body grew hotter, I acknowledged once again that I am no match for the Yucatán sun, nor should I ever relocate here. That night, with the hydra constellation in the night sky, I would experience a spontaneous kundalini awakening.
As with all my sacred site visits, every moment has a story and a teaching within it. My visit to Uxmal has given me volumes of experiences, and I am looking forward, if spirit leads, to continue learning from this mystical land and its people.
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