Two years went by and I was invited by a Peruvian friend to travel to Peru  from Brazil, where I now spend a lot of time.  The first trip just didn’t happen, but in January 2015 I decided to make the journey.  I wrote to my friend who lives in Cusco and told her that I needed to meet a Q’ero and asked if she could please help me to find one.  “I want to receive an energy transmission or karpay” I told her.  She replied ” They are very hard to contact as they live in the mountains above 4000 metres and only have a radio phone and mostly only speak Quechua, but I will try.  My family have had meetings with them over the years, and I speak reasonable Quechua.  I will do my best for you.”

And so I flew to Cusco.  When I arrived my friend Lucy told me that she had had some contact with a Q’ero priest or paqo, and he had asked if the Señora would like to travel up into the mountains to see him.  The journey was to be six hours in a bus followed by four hours on a horse.  I  answered  “The Señora would prefer if you could come down the mountain!”  A week or so went by and the appointment kept being changed for one reason or another.  She had not told him that I wanted an energy transmission, and somehow things just didn’t feel right.  He didn’t seem to me to be the right person for what I wanted.  I was secretly beginning to hope that he wouldn’t show up.

So while she continued to try to track him down from Cusco, I was by that time happily ensconced in Pisac, a pretty little town in the Sacred Valley which I was beginning to love.  The Sacred Valley was where I had intuitively felt I needed to be, not in bustling, noisy Cusco which was about 1000 metres higher, where I had suffered from altitude sickness and actually thought I might die as I had felt so ill.  Another sort of initiation I suppose, as it had brought up all my childhood fears from nearly dying of double pneumonia and reliving the feeling of not being able to breathe. Sometimes I think I am some sort of crazy woman as I work my way through my old fears in dramatic scenarios in faraway countries.  So now happily settled in the beautiful Sacred Valley near a large river with enormous mountains on all sides, and surrounded by corn fields and ancient Inca sites, I began to relax at last and pick up my normal lazy Spanish style of living.

One afternoon the sun was shining and I was in the small central plaza or square of Pisac where the Quechua people come down from the mountains to sell their colorful textiles and handicrafts.  “I will sit here and drink a coffee and watch the world go by” I thought, at one of the few cafés where they served a decent cup of coffee.  So I am sitting there very happily drinking my coffee and watching the sights, when a man in his forties plonked himself down next to me.  He started to yawn, so I turned to him and asked him in Spanish if he was tired.  And so we struck up a conversation.  I said nothing about who I was or what I was looking for.  He told me that he was a Q’ero and a healer.  Imagine my surprise!  “You are just what I have been looking for” I said.  He told me that he uses stones for healing.  “So do I” I said.  We talked for a long time.  I told him the story of the skull and how the names of the tracks of the CD had come to me.  “Yes” he said as I went through each one. Awakening…… “Yes.”  The Ancestors…….”Yes.”  Messenger of Light…… “From up there”……he pointed above….”The star people.”  Sacred Feminine, light codes….. “Yes” he said “Pachamama”…….and then I finally got it.  I had thought I had understood about the Sacred Feminine energy…..I mean, I made the CD!  But I had still been thinking in terms of female energy and women, the return of the energy of Mary Magdeleine etc.  and suddenly I got it…..why was I so slow?  The Sacred Feminine energy…..Pachamama/ Mother Earth……the reawakening of loving and caring for her just as our ancestors did, our beautiful Pachamama, whilst still honouring and listening to the Messengers of Light from the stars, the male energy.  It is time to put things back in balance and take responsibility and focus on the repair of our poor, suffering Mother Earth.  The return from the head to the heart.  As we love and honour Pachamama, we are loving and honouring ourselves.  The wisdom and the remembrance that the indigenous people have held sacred for so long, keeping the planet in balance until the great awakening when people from all over the planet would step forward to take over their guardianship.

My new found Q’ero friend told me that he would come and see me in my hotel the next day and that we would do a ceremony for Pachamama.  He would also give me a healing and teach me how to work with healing stones, as well as prepare me for my imminent visit to Machu Picchu, the Crystal City.  I was overjoyed and full of gratitude and totally excited for what the next day would bring.