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"Wet Dreams" & "Divine Hike"

Another McDowell Mtn hike leads to amazing turn of events

FROM SCOTTSDALE, ARIZONA

"Wet Dreams" & "Divine Hike"

Prologue

Apu Huankarai, the main/host spirit on July 4, in Maras, Peru, refused to answer my question about what my mission in life should be.  "You will find that out after this journey in your dream or through some other signs," he added. "You will then craft your own mission."

SCOTTSDALE, Aug 19, 2008 - Well, that very morning (July 4), I did have a "wet dream."  No it isn't what you're thinking.  I never had those even when I was a teenager.  I was about to swim in a 200m butterfly race.  That's one of the toughest events in swimming competitions.  I had never done it before. 

"So what happened?" inquired Jeff, my roommate in Peru.

"I have no idea.  I woke up before I dove into the pool," I replied.

"Maybe it was a message (from the spirit world) that you need a challenge," Jeff opined.

Maybe.  But that would have been "the old Bob;" the guy who looks for the highest, toughest mountain to climb, and then runs up the steepest slope against the headwind.

That Bob departed from this world a little less than a year ago.  In his place, appeared a new man who no longer had anything to prove to himself or others.  This new Bob decided he wanted to travel the rest of his life with a TAILWIND at his back, following the celestial navigational signs to his next destination.

Much of the spiritual journey that followed was taking him in this direction.  Over time, the TAILWIND symbolism was supplemented with such notions as DESTRUCTION OF THE EGO (springtime 2008), and learning to SURRENDER to the will of the Creator and the spirits (summertime 2008).

In early August, following my return from the trips to England and New York, another "wet dream" heralded a similar message.  I found myself swimming in a very big river (perhaps the Danube?) the river I did swim in as a child). The river was swollen from the winter snowmelt and the current was very fast.  Yet, I felt unperturbed and quite leisurely swam ashore.  At the time, I thought nothing of the dream; just "filed it" in a distant memory cell.  Later on, I realized it also carried the same message - surrender.

It wasn't until Thursday morning (Aug 14), that another "wet dream" finally established a pattern in my conscious mind.  This time, I was swimming in the ocean.  I was far away from shore which was barely visible on the horizon.  Then a strong current picked me up and started taking me away from the direction in which I was swimming.  Again, I felt totally unafraid.  I merely made two mental notes: "Interesting... (1) that the current should be so powerful so far away from shore; (2) yet it is not taking me down, like the rip tides (where I would be drowning), but is merely taking me away somewhere."

Earlier in the week, I had corresponded with a friend of mine about Hawaii.  So when I woke up, I was wondering if there were a connection between that and my latest "wet dream." 

"Maybe after three wet dreams, the divine message is not only that I need to surrender, but that I should move somewhere close to water, perhaps to Hawaii?" I wrote down in my journal that morning.

A "Divine Hike"

Late Thursday afternoon, I decided to bike to my club and then go on another McDowell Mtn hike instead of the "usual" yoga class I take on Thursday nights.  The weather was sunny and warm (105F; 41C) when I left home around 4PM.  By the time I started my hike, an hour or so later, some clouds were visible in the north and northeast.  Considering that this is the "monsoon season" here in Arizona, when storms threaten and then fizzle out almost every night, I paid little attention to it.

The weather was still bright and sunny at the Gateway Saddle (2,400 ft), my ultimate destination this evening.  I stopped to take a shot of the pretty sky to the west (right) before doing my shamanic ceremony.  Someone had knocked down my little stone altar, so I just climbed to a little higher point and did my ceremony there.

The spot was marked by a bright white quartz stone that "spoke" to me (left).  I picked it up and used it during my ceremony.  I later carried it with me down the mountain, and used it to "talk" to the spirits.  A few days after that, I found out that I had lost a black stone that I picked up on Waikai Willa mountain in Peru on July 4  (No. 8 in my mesa as of July 13 - right).  I figured it must have also rolled down the altar into the fire during my last Camelback Mtn despacho ceremony, just like that red coral rock (see Second Despacho Ceremony").  So the white quartz was evidently a replacement stone the spirits wanted me to have in my mesa.  I added it to it this past weekend, once I realized it.

Meanwhile, back at the Gateway Saddle on McDowell Mtn, dark clouds were starting to gather all around during my ceremony (check out the pictures below). 

   

Normally, one might have gotten getting a little worried being high up in the mountains just as a monsoon storm is about to hit, right?  But I was not.  Just like when I was carried by the currents the "wrong way," I felt safe and secure.  That's because somehow, I knew what was about to happen. 

I even said to the heavens out loud, “so you are going to show me again how much you love me by protecting me from the storm, right?” 

So I continued with the ceremony unhurriedly, thanking the Father Sky, Sun and Moon etc. at the end.  I then called on all the Apus and also thanked Al-Khadir a.k.a. St. George etc.  Afterward, I played Inka music I now always have with me, including my feeble efforts to play the flute I brought home from Peru.

When I was finished, the sun was still shining on the spot where I was standing.  Everywhere else, storm clouds were gathering.  I could already see the lightening and the rain in the north and the northwest.  I did not have my regular camera with me, so I kept snapping pictures with my cell phone (above). 

When I started walking down the mountain, I came to a fork.  I could have turned left or right.  I chose right.  It was evidently the right choice.  For, soon enough, the sun disappeared behind the clouds in the west and strong winds started to blow from the east. 

“Oh, so that’s my TAILWIND,” I told the spirits, as I inhaled their message deeply. 

The rest of the time down the mountain, I had tailwind at my back.  By that time, stormy skies were all around me… 360 degrees.  One gust of wind was so strong it blew away my baseball cap, even though it was firmly tucked in.  It was my "favorite" hat.  For, it had the words "Crvena Zvezda" inscribed in red - the name of my favorite childhood soccer club.  I also wore it three days earlier on Camelback during my "Second Despacho Ceremony" (right photo). 

I instinctively reached for it, retrieving the cap from the bush into which the wind had blown it. 

"No!  Let it go," I heard a silent voice inside of me. 

Then it dawned on me.  "Surrender" - that was the message from my dreams.  And this was a test... of letting go.

"Here, you can have it," I said to the spirits out loud, as I hurled my favorite hat back into the wind.  The wind picked up and carried it like a glider at least a hundred yards downhill.  The cap symbolized my past, mulched into the ground by the wind - my future.

At another point of my downhill hike, I had even told the Creator and the spirits that I was ready to come up and join them if they wanted me to.  “So feel free to send your bolts my way,” I said, arms outstretched skyward like lightening rods.  “At least my last sounds on this earth will be the beautiful music” (I was listening to on my iPod).

Don’t worry.  I did not go crazy.  Perhaps you remember from my Peru reports, I learned during our shamanic boot camp that, if you are a chosen one, the first lightening strike kills you; the second brings you back to life, rewired to operate in the fourth dimension?  And that's the home to which we all return, according to Apu Huankarai ("life in this body is only a preparation for a return HOME," is what he said to us on July 4).

By now, the winds were getting so strong that it seemed as if I were to be engulfed by the storm at any moment.  Yet I kept smiling and humming along with my iPod, confident that nothing bad would happen.  As if seeking confirmation of it, I looked up toward the sky.

Indeed, the only place where it wasn’t storming (meaning raining and lightening) was right above where I was.  The Creator and the spirits had kept a blue sky slit right above me, like some sort of a celestial umbrella, the entire time I had been descending down the mountain.  I stopped to take a picture of it (above).

Meanwhile, take a look at what was happening elsewhere around me at that moment.  I could even see several mini "tornadoes" touching down in the west.  We call them "dust devils" here in Arizona.  They are not dangerous, like the tornadoes in the Midwest.  They just whip up the dust from the desert floor and suck it up into the atmosphere.  But some can topple trees (as you will see in a moment).

The most amazing thing to me was that I knew exactly what was happening and why.  The Creator and the spirits were showing me how much they loved me and how they can and will protect me.  Guess their message was especially poignant on the day I climbed up a mountain to do ceremony in their honor and show them my love for them.

It was an incredible feeling, communicating with them, and being embraced and protected in such a powerful way.  I felt like like Moses parting the seas, except that I seem to be parting the storms.  They were raging on all around me.  

Realizing that, tears started rolling down my cheeks just like during the Conversations with Spirits in Peru.   They continued on and off until I reached the Club’s parking lot.  The heavens did send a few drops down on my head, which I took as a blessing, again just as they did in Peru.  But that’s all it was.  Just a few drops. Meanwhile, I could see the downpours all around the valley in the distance and took pictures of them.

By the time I got into the clubhouse, I was sobbing loudly, again just like during our conversations with mountain spirits in Peru.  I could not believe how kind the Creator and the Spirits were being.  Yet at the same time, I sort of expected it, as I said, all the way up on the mountain while I was doing my ceremony, before I even started my descent.   

Now I am not sure if they read my mind and I conjured up the weather I had (I’d heard that powerful shamans in Peru can do that… manifest the weather they want), or I understood their intentions intuitively.  Either way, I had to pause at the entrance to the club to compose myself and wipe off my tears.  I stayed inside just long enough to have some drinks of water, and refill my bottle.

By that stage, rain was turning into a deluge outside.  It was as if the heavens had waited for me to get into the club house before turning on the faucet.  Some toppled trees, such as the one in the right photo, taken just outside the Club, were a testimony about the ferocity of the storm that raged around while I was descending down the mountain.  What you're seeing in that shot is a Scottsdale police vehicle and a couple of policemen who were trying to clear the debris from that lane.

I decided to bike home anyway.  I had had some “wet dreams” that I mentioned earlier, and I figured the spirits wanted me to “swim home” after keeping me dry on the mountain.  It’s all about surrender and following their will… I reminded myself as I pushed off into the deluge.

And I loved every minute of my "swim home."  Here’s what I looked like when I got there…soaked to the bone.  :-)

THE END.

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