Trumanville, Planet Earth
May 8, 2012
In the midst of planet wide chaos, of which so many of the anthropos remain to some degree in relative unawareness, I reside under blue skies, filled with billowy white clouds. The sun is sending me healing rays, stimulating and activating my Qi, tickling my pineal gland and opening my third eye. Each morning I awake and begin my practices. Tomorrow we, my loving companieros and I will have reached one hour in our meditations, progressing one additional minute each day. Now we will add a 2nd session later in the day. Following our meditation we stretch and then do the 5 Tibetans, a series of exercises to strengthen our physical bodies and open our chakras, bringing us rejuvenating energy, after which we practice QiGong energy work to heal and generate even more energy around our personal fields.
Each day we feel an overwhelming sense of GRATITUDE for being here out of the fray of the onslaught of Arcontic eugenics.
As we sit in our newly fenced in back yard, safe from the antics of the neighborhood oversized retriever/lab puppy, enjoying the healing rays of the sun, we can’t help noticing the daily growth of the plants in our garden. They all grow about three times the size of any we’ve ever seen and this at about three times the rate of speed. It’s amazing to me that having planted this garden on March 14th, we’ve been eating salads and fresh greens for the last 3 weeks since mid April. And even though there’s been an excess of rain, everything is thriving. This morning I was mesmerized by the newly forming teeny tiny lemons which even at a size of 3/16th’s of an inch, are perfectly formed. There’s dozens of them coming into being.
I’m learning about plants. I’ve been asking them to talk to me for quite some time and it’s beginning to happen. My indigenous friend points out the medicinal ones and tells me about their healing properties whenever we happen to see them. And sometimes now I’ll walk past one and it reveals it’s usefulness to me, so I’m experimenting and learning. Another friend has been teaching me hands on healing techniques and I find I’m quite good at working with this king of energy healing.
So more and more I am feeling the authenticity of being a Telestai. A couple days ago I was sitting on a park bench in a square where children were playing while their parents were in church. They’d maybe never seen a woman who looked like me before and they came to me and brought me flowers, smiling with so much curiosity and love and let me hug them and kiss them with my gratitude for their gift. The children here are more beautiful than I’ve ever seen. And with so many coming in here in this part of the world, while so few are being born in other places, I can’t help but wonder.
So I know we are not immune here to the dark forces which are wreaking havoc around the world, but for some reason, we are being spared from so much. Our skies have been untouched by geo-engineering as far as we’ve been able to tell although for the very 1st time in the months we’ve been here, this morning we saw one chem trail. Everyday I give thanks and blessings that we are not being sprayed; that we are breathing clean pure air free from airborne virus’ and chemicals meant to turn us into transmitters, dumb us down and kill us slowly while we fuzz out and can’t figure out what’s going on. I don’t know yet what to think about this morning’s trail....
Our other blessings include locally grown real live food, none of this horrendous genetically modified crap the controllers are forcing on us around the world. And water free from flouride and psycho-actives. So we’re breathing deeply and getting healthy. Living on the edge of town is fantastic. It keeps us in good shape because we walk daily. I adore not having to have a car. The public transportation is always available and more than affordable. Just two days ago in fact we travelled with friends to visit the lake of blood.
We met our friends at the bus terminal, arriving a few minutes before them, long enough to scope out the Sunday indigenous market. This week we couldn’t shop but we got a feel for what was happening at 8:30 still early in the day. Normally it’s close to 10 by the time we get there after our celebratory Sunday morning breakfast out. It is a different feel, more plants and quite a bit more bustle....certainly the early shoppers have more to choose from. I saw Jhordan first, running through the crowd with arms outstretched ready to give me a big hug, followed by his little brother Allan and slowly more sedately their older brother Lenin, more fitting with his more mature status at 12 years of age, he walked along side his mom, dad and two aunties, all of 11 and maybe 16. Where was the new baby we asked as we saw Maria did not have him. Her little sister who had barely just turned 11 had him tidily strapped to her back just as all the indigenous women carry their babies. After exchanging greetings we boarded the bus about to pull out of the terminal. The first stop was Atuntaqui where we walked several blocks up hill from the main road to the square at the top of the village. Maria wanted to attend the church service and was joined by her sisters and eldest boy. Luis joined us in the square with the little boys. I’m always delighted at the response I get from the children who see me and smile and stare with curiosity and wonder. My smile seems to reach them and draw them to me. And this morning I was gifted with flowers and hugs!
So we crossed back over near the end of the church service while Luis went inside to find Maria and the rest of his family. We waited outside, watching the children play. We stood near a young boy and his sister while he watched his other baby sister. We smiled and tried to make conversation and he demonstrated his few English words and his acrobatic abilities, delighted in his shy way to be interacting with such exotic foreigners. It was a total exchange of love and wonder and appreciation. A women approached with bright excited eyes and welcomed us to her village eager to share with us something I’m afraid I didn’t fully understand, but the love was palpably present.
We climbed into the back of a camionetta (a pick-up truck used as another means of taxiing larger groups- and generally less expensive than a taxi) then, all 10 of us and caught a ride down to the main street where we boarded another bus, this one all the way into the main bus terminal of Ibarra. Happily following along with our friends with no real idea of what was coming next, how close we were to where we were going, or how we were going to get there. Stopping along the busy thoroughfare to buy bags of fruits from the street vendors and shops, we crossed a set of trolley tracks, and another set of train tracks and were once again on another bus. This one made it’s way through the busy streets of town and turned onto quite a narrow one lane road which wound its way up and out of town high on a mountain road. Traveling by bus high up in the Andean mountains is quite an experience. One must just give it up and totally trust in the Way that a safe arrival is in your future. After climbing quite high and riding for a while, the descent began to the large lake that was our destination where the main attraction was to be a freshly caught large fish lunch. And it was delicious! After pricing a couple different fish restaurants, Maria decided we would catch a couple cabs to the other side of the lake where it was quieter and would be more affordable. Again she inquired of the fish sellers until she found one that would not overcharge us because her group included two Gringos. We climbed a narrow staircase to a sitting area overlooking the lake and enjoyed 10 fish dinners with boiled potatoes and salsa.
The boys then went across to the lake and rode a fly-wheel from a platform to the tire stop at the far end of the ride where they bounced back a few yards, jumped off and pulled the swing back to the starting platform. The smiles on their faces were priceless. We all took a boat ride around the whole lake and then rested in the grass for a while while the boys fished and played.
Several bus rides and a while later we said goodbye to our friends and headed home by cab from the bus terminal, too tired to walk the last 20 minutes home.
It’s amazing to be here in this place, surrounded by these beautiful indians and to be given the chance to really know them and be included in their life from time to time. It’s a little different with the Mestizzos, the spanish Ecuadorians. They are more caught up in the material world, concentrating on economic concerns, worried a bit about how the foreigners with so much more money are driving up the costs of land and housing. It’s a dilemma because for us foreigners, the cost of living here is so much more affordable than what we are accustomed to. When we can rent a house for $450 a month we are thrilled that we are not having to spend $1200, but for an Ecuadorian, when the price is much over $80, it is unreachable in their economy. It’s a worldwide problem as people migrate around the world, leaving the hardship of their own economic conditions to seek out a more hospitable environment. But it is an unfortunate by product of our Arcontic times.
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