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The Road Home to Being

I AM THAT I AM

Part IV

August 29, 2006

Traveling Peru July 1-7th, 2006

We had lost all track of the days. It seemed weeks had gone by since we entered Peru and yet it had only been six days. We stopped by a travel tour guide in Cuzco and arranged our train to Aguas Callientes, the town just below Machu Picchu. The train was scheduled to leave at 8 p.m. and arrive at 9:30 p.m. Why they scheduled such a trip so late and in the dark we do not know, because we wouldn't be able to see anything. It was our only choice to get from Ollantaytambo, the last town in the Sacred Valley before heading into the steep gorges leading into Macho Picchu. From Aguas we could take a 6 a.m. bus up to Machu Picchu and be there for the sunrise.

I meanwhile confirmed with Kim that it would be a better choice to fly back to Lima from Puno and Lake Titicaca instead of taking the bus, so we arranged those tickets at that time as well. We had originally planned to head all the way south by bus to Arepequa, a beautiful city made out of white volcanic clay. But the thought of taking more buses through the desert south and then back up the desert north to Lima after the Cuzco bus was more than I could bear to think about. Although this was going against the inner direction to travel by buses, I had received that the most important place to travel by bus was up the northern coast and it was more open how we traveled after that, although recommended we continue by bus the entire trip, but we were using up a lot of time just traveling on buses.

First we had to plan our Lake Titicaca tour and visit to God Meru’s retreat over the Isla del Sol in Bolivia. The woman at the travel agency who worked with us was so very kind and patient. Fortunately, we arrived at her office in time to discover that the train station closed at noon and it was 11:45! We needed to purchase those train tickets to Machu Picchu or we might lose a day. So she hopped in a taxi with us and helped us purchase the tickets or we wouldn’t have made it. I find that quite extraordinary as she was a one person office. Her husband and child stayed in the office with her and he often ran errands for her to deliver tickets, etc.

All these arrangements took hours as you have to plan wisely around the public transportation or you could lose precious time waiting for the connecting bus, train or plane and it is difficult to choose how and where you will travel. But eventually, with arrangements made, we realized we were almost out of money. We had been using cash and with the extra plane ticket costs we weren’t going to have enough to pay the exit tax airport tariff to get home. So I called my daughter in New York and asked her to wire us some money. If you use credit cards they usually charge a high surcharge, plus the exchange rate surcharge from the credit company so we didn’t use them but on occasion.

Still needing to recover and rest, after leaving the travel agency, it was then a short walk around the central square and to bed for the night. You didn’t want to do much walking because of the altitude. Cuzco is huge and all we really saw of it was while we were on the transports that would pick us up for the bus connections.

We arranged an all day tour of the Sacred Valley for outside of Cuzco before heading up to Aguas Calientes and Machu Picchu. It is recommended to do this, as the elevation is much lower in the Sacred Valley and you can acclimate a bit. Lake Titicaca is 12,500 feet, a thousand feet more than Cuszo, but Machu Picchu is several thousand feet lower. It was hard to walk around Cuzco or up stairs. We heard from several tourists they got altitude sickness upon arrival. With my other symptoms I was very careful and drank some coco tea as directed from within, and recommended by the locals to prevent sickness. I felt a headache that felt like a vise grip around my head, which I think was in part due to the altitude. Kim remained unaffected by the altitude, although breathing a little heavier, not nearly as much as I had to, huffing and puffing up the stairs or when walking uphill.

The tour guides and tour travel guides were very helpful. There is so much to see and do that it is often hard to choose which place and how to get from one place to another. So we were grateful for their expertise. We often paid a little more than figuring it out yourself, but I believe it was worth it in the long run because we made every connection the entire trip, and every tour was well done.

We started our next tour at 6:45 the next morning, planning not to return to Cuzco, but get off the tour bus early and catch the train in Ollantaytambo at the end of the day to Aquas Callientes. It was a beautiful drive in the mountains and we saw our first glimpse of some real green trees and plants in the valleys. It was on this tour that we discovered the Eucalyptus trees and how they were not native to Peru. But wherever they were growing enhanced the surrounding areas so much. Rumors and fear have spread that these trees deplete the soil water tables or in forests adversely affect the area rainfall. Studies have proven that they do not. But wherever we saw these trees the landscape was so much improved. And we wondered why more were not established, but with this rumor and unsubstantiated facts, they are not seen too much out of the Sacred Valley.

We first stopped at some local markets of local Peruvian crafts. The colors are amazing in the homemade Peruvian blankets and clothes, but we did not end up getting any at all. Although they are very reasonable costs by our standards, we could not find just the right one. I was looking for the Alpaca clothes, which I never could find the pure Alpaca weaves, although they all told you they were pure Alpaca.

We then stopped at Pisac’s famous crafts market and then up to the Inca fortress above the town. They have the usual Inca terraces, but the fortress was also military, religious and residential. The tourist guide stopped and showed us the local mint plants that assist you in altitude adjustment. Just smelling them is supposed to help, as well as chewing them, because it is suppose to contain an anti-aggregant to help your blood oxygen.

The Inca terraces are the most fascinating to behold. They utilized the steep mountain sides by creating beautiful terraces. They fed the entire kingdom all year on these extensive crops which they then transported over their vast road systems or stored them in huge storage houses along the road. They built roads over 14,000 miles from above Columbia down through Peru into Chile. They were mostly paved, but only the military were allowed to use them. The Incas used no wheels, but transported everything by llamas or by human runners.

Natural springs emerging on the hillsides or rain water was collected, because all water was sacred to the Incas and was a god to them. Not surprising as some of the most arid places on earth are in Peru, with only a 1/2 inch of rain a year. Snow peaked mountains were worshipped as deities to them and today their descendents still pray to these gods along side of their Catholic upbringing with prayers to Jesus and Mary. Our guide for the Sacred Valley tour told us how she still practices these ancient traditions alongside her Catholic prayers.

So the Incas became engineering geniuses throughout Peru, channeling that water into the elegant stone terraces via intricate networks of canals and aqueducts to give them complete control over irrigation.

Our next stop on the sacred tour was Ollantaytambo, a fortress that is second only to Machu Picchu in magnificence. This fortress was used in the past as an alternative gateway into the Amazon. It has the usual Inca terraces and was originally built by the Quillques, according to the guidebook. But I could find no history on them. What I did find were the pre Inca cultures, notably the Qotacalla (900 AD) and the Killke (1420 AD).

The Great Divine Director brings up in the Machu Picchu dictation, that the Inca's were not the entire builders of these fortresses. They were not as skilled in the construction of these huge blocks as the pre cultures. This is important to note. The guides are mostly taught that the construction of everything in this fortress and others of the Inca culture, were built by the Incas.

When the Incas conquered the pre cultures, they continued to build with what had already been started, eventually creating a ceremonial center and palace that housed 1,000 workers. This fortress also became famous when the Incas defeated the Spanish, almost massacring their entire army.

Two hundred steps lead up to the Temple of the Sun where there are monolithic blocks of stone that were supposedly carried over from a rock quarry across the valley and then up to this temple - without wheels. A monumental feat much like the building of the pyramid of Giza. The stones are huge and fit together with such precision and intricacy, fitting together so that not even a piece of paper can fit between them.

It just so happened that the day we arrived It was a special holiday for locals and there was a festival and dance going on in the town below. So we took pictures from up on the fortress looking down upon their dancing, reminding you of the Enoch stories where the fallen angels were enticing the children of God down the mountain with their music, dancing and bright costumes!

It was incredibly windy up there and if you look closely at this picture you will see Kim’s hair is sticking straight up!

We left the tour at four and walked to the train station, stopping at a little quaint restaurant along a flowing creek along the way. Prices can be unbelievably inexpensive compared to American costs. While in Cuzco we had a four course meal for 5/soles or $1.50! We couldn’t find those prices duplicated again, as we found that one through our travel agency.

But this little restaurant by the creek we each had a bowl of soup for that price while our daughter asked for a hamburger. Hamburgers as we know it with beef are almost nonexistent in Peru, but she had her hopes up! First it came out as a cheese sandwich on a bun with lettuce and tomato. After correcting that error, it came out again, this time with some unidentifiable white meat. She only ate a bite or two and Kim (who usually eats both our leftovers) finished it. We determined it was guinea pig, a common meat here in the valley! He said it tasted like chicken but stronger.

Aguas Calientes
The train ride was in the dark and arriving at the town of Aguas Calientes was baffling. There are no taxis as the town is divided in half by the railroad track and goes up the side of the mountain. There are no signs or directions to and from the station, which was another simple idea of direction that could help tourists get around. Instead, the morning we left we saw that a little old man stood around with a sign on a stick (that must have been directions!) saying something in Spanish. He then pointed us to the train station and through a lot of overhanging tarps. You would not have been able to find this train station on your own. Again I thought of simple things you could do to make that town more navigatable, especially around the buses to Machu Picchu and to the train station to make this town more appealing. It was one of the most unappealing towns we ran into in Peru. Dirty, crowded, confusing and laid out in a most difficult way to negotiate. Notice the railroad track in the picture, as it runs straight through town.

When we first arrived, we got lost as we followed a crowd leaving the train, thinking they were heading to the town and main square. It was under these tarps and you couldn’t see where you were going and we could barely keep up with them. Finally we decided they must be going somewhere else and where we were not needing to be! It was all uphill and we were out of breath trying to keep up, finally we realized we were going in the wrong direction to meet our hostel pickup. By the time we did find the square we could not find our guide, so we trekked around up another side of the town and up more stairs (as everything in this town is either on the railroad track or up or down the mountain side) carrying our suitcases to try and find this hostel on our own. The problem was, no one knew the name of the hostel! Eventually some children led us to it only to find a blank stare on the person at the desk. As they looked at us blankly, our guide showed up and said we were at another hostel across town and back to the square!

Downhill we went again and then under more tarps and along a dirty alleyway and up and up some rickety stairs along side a building and into this dirty room. Four grimy undecorated walls met us and four beds with thick blankets for the cold. It was the strangest town and strangest room. We do not know why we were moved to this other hostel or how to correct the situation, and so we had to spend two nights there although it was the worst room we stayed in the whole trip. Knowing this town was called the slum town of Peru, we still chose to stay here to have the opportunity to have a sunrise Machu Picchu experience. The trains do not arrive in town until 10 a.m. and so the earliest you could experience Machu Picchu was after 10 a.m. unless you spent the night here or took the Inca trail for a two or four day hike up the mountain to Machu Picchu.

But for the first time we had a very hot shower and with strong water pressure. So on the other hand, it had the best shower we had had anywhere, if you could stand the room! Bathrooms were always clean in every place we stayed, and even this room was no exception. There was no front desk and person on duty to talk with. The breakfast room was down the stairs and across to the next building where we were directed to for our free continental breakfast included with our room. Free breakfast in Peru is usually a glass of orange juice and one round flat white bread that is tasteless. We usually ate it grateful for something as we would have to catch our buses or trains at 6:30 or earlier. Interestingly, the little hostel room for breakfast was a semi clean room in the morning and in the day was a work room filled with building materials and power saws! They transformed it late every evening for the breakfast!

Meanwhile if you walk anywhere in the narrow alleyways around town, the little restaurant owners come out and practically attack you to try and get you to have a meal at their place. They do this in Lima and other places as well. They literally try and sell you their meals on the street! It can be very confusing because they generally only speak Spanish and their menus are in Spanish. It feels like when you are being pressured by salesmen from every angle, but more complicated because you are trying to interpret the menu at the same time they are talking.

We learned that ‘polla’ means chicken, so we often had that as a safe bet. Soup is ‘sopa’ and we often had that as well, recognizing the various kinds. French fries seem to come with every meal or plain white rice. I don’t know if these type of meals were normally eaten by the locals, but we often saw many locals in the restaurants we went to. Neither the white rice or the french fries were appealing or nourishing. They have over 200 kinds of potatoes in Peru, but they seemed to only cook them one way!

Sometimes we ordered something and what we had thought we ordered was not what came out! And it was fun to try and figure out what we were ordering, along with the help of the Spanish speaking only servers! They would even help us try to find the names in the Spanish dictionary, but we rarely could find the words. A pocket dictionary is only slightly useful but better than nothing. But the best times were when we would be with fellow tour companions who spoke both Spanish and English and they would arrange the negotiations with the colectivos (small passenger transports) or order our meals for us and do all those negotiations. But even they would sometimes receive not what they ordered even after clearly telling them in Spanish.

Our daughter discovered that there was such a thing as pizza in Peru and so she would often stay at the hotel and send us out to bring her back a Peruvian pizza. They would cook it for you in the dining room in many of the restaurants we ate at, where they had these black round wood stove ovens they would prime with wood and then pop in their pizza. It tastes nothing like American pizza, but she survived on it until she got a craving for pancakes and we found a few places that made what they called pancakes, which was one huge large flat cake.

Machu Picchu
We got up a 5 a.m. the next morning, as we did most days, having to get up and catch a train, plane or bus. But it was worth it that morning although we could have left any time we wanted. We left our daughter to sleep in and took the half hour bus ride up the mountain for a dawn experience. Experiencing Machu Picchu is beyond words. It is incredibly beautiful, and especially at dawn where there are few people there and the birds are singing. In June, the skies are crystal clear blue and remain that way most of the day. This is the winter season here, but after the sun rose it was quite comfortable in short sleeves.

The complex sits at the edge of the Amazon forest, so you are bathed in green, whereas most of your experience in Peru is desert, even the mountains are desert. But here it was forests and green valleys and plateaus. Between the three of us, we took over 600 digital photos, each one of us wanting to capture the beauty of the place, but finding it was not possible to capture it as you experienced it, although we tried.

Before the crowds arrived and we got our daughter, we found a quiet area to take our first dictation in Peru from the Great Divine Director. Later in the morning Kim walked down the mountain to get our daughter and found it a rigorous walk. We were hoping to walk up instead of taking the bus, but that would have been impossible, with Kim finding it difficult to travel down as it was. We saw a few who did walk and they had a most difficult time. Many arrived that morning coming from the Inca trail, taking the four day hike and a few of them were panting hard. But it supposedly is a very beautiful hike. But you would have to be in very good shape for the mountain climbing and for the altitude. I would have loved to have done that if we had more time and in better shape.

While Kim went down to get our daughter, I stayed on Machu Picchu and contemplated the incredible beauty, the Great Divine Director’s words and wrote of our experiences. I sat by myself in a quiet place before the crowds arrived, soaking up the sun, the clear blue skies and green mountains, sitting on top of this mountain with this incredible human architecture surrounding me. I was so grateful for so much of what the Great Divine Director said. I was grateful for his description and confirmation of what I had received about my God flame. I was grateful that he also confirmed what I knew in my heart about the incoming seventh root race and the conditions I had witnessed in South America that would be detrimental to these new souls. I was grateful for his teaching he gave on the Indigo children—which I also knew in my heart was as he described—these children being labeled and boxed in with adult views of who and what they are.

I also was most grateful for just being who I AM, for having that incredible connection with the Great Divine Director as twin in whatever capacity to his God flame of Divine Direction. And I reconnected to that flame in such a profound way after my experience of rejecting it. I also began to contemplate how I was not manifesting my Omega flame of peaceful, joyful bubbling ecstasy. That would take me days to process and discover the reason I was not Being fully this aspect of who I AM.

I would like to say I knew more God in me on top of that mountain, and I am sure that I AM was more in me or through me as I allowed more Being in me. But Being and Being I AM and I AM THAT I AM is not something you can measure on a scale. You can only relate more God in you by how much greater love you feel. And I knew on that mountain and in that place all I felt was love—love for the Great Divine Director, for his flame, for the incredible beauty around me, for my God flame and who I AM, for Kim and everyone I know and even don’t know.

When the tour groups starting arriving at 10 a.m. some of the walkways got a bit crowded. But the complex sits over 12 acres and the people are easily absorbed by the size of the place. Many of the terraces and the central courtyard are closed off to tourists, and you can feel like you just discovered this place and this was the first time modern man has been here, as the pristine areas are left undisturbed except for the wild llamas grazing. Some of the buildings have been restored a bit and overall you could feel like everything was as it was originally built.

Later we found another quiet area that I was directed to go to, where we chanted the ancient name the Great Divine Director gave to us: “Eutai”. It was very powerful and you could feel the intensity in your chakras. I didn’t want to leave that spot, but Kim was getting impatient to move on and explore more. We must have sat there for a half hour, but I could have sat there for hours. But the sun was coming up higher and the heat was getting intense. Kim went unprotected all day with that high altitude sun on his face and then later, after the visit to Lake Titicaca, he was definitely sunburn. But I just kept getting darker, tanning easily.

We spent the entire day there. It was a most special day. And when one tour guide was saying that this place was a very spiritual place, I immediately received the confirmation within that this was so. But we had already heard that from the Great Divine Director, with the special flame of active peace that was anchored there from long ago. So with a different view of Peru in our hearts, and our Beings filled to the brim with a special happiness, we left Machu Picchu and returned to our little dirty room in Aguas Calientes for the night.

The Ride to Titicaca
We had to rise early again to catch the 6:45 train back to Ollantaytambo where we were told we could pick up a bus back to Cuzco. We couldn’t get on the buses as they were filled to the brim and overflowing with Peruvians who had been on the train. So we walked to town and eventually found a bus. It was one of those local buses which stopped in every town and picked up locals. If you have ever seen the pictures of third world buses with chickens and people hanging out everywhere, it was almost like that, just minus the chickens! Livestock were on other type of buses. But the people kept getting on and almost hanging out the door.

There seems to be no rules in Peru. I saw tires on some vehicles that were completely bald. Safety measures are practically nonexistent. And restaurant cleanliness and hotel standards varied quite a bit. Although we have bureaucracies and their governing laws for every facet of business in America—that I have always abhorred that give small businesses such a hard time—after seeing a land where there seems to be no laws to protect the people, I can appreciate our laws much better now. It is when the power elite take these laws to extreme and put small businesses out of business because they desire to destroy small entrepreneurs, that you can begin to resent these laws.

So it was a fun experience to be on one of these buses and see how many people they can cram on one bus! But we arrived back in Cuzco safely and relaxed for the day before heading out the next day to another incredibly horrible, dirty, crowded town called Puno, sitting on the incredibly beautiful Lake Titicaca. We arranged to go to Puno and take a bus to Bolivia and Cococabana where we would take a boat over to the Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) and spend the night on the island. Unfortunately we were not able to carry this plan through as mentioned in God Meru’s dictation. But we were still in the physical locale of his retreat where we took his dictation.

Upon arrival in Cuzco our tour guide told us that a strike was scheduled the day after and if we went to Bolivia we would not be able to get back in the country and make our connections to our air flight to Lima. The farmers who opposed the trade agreement were staging a strike that was rumored to close down all roads in and out of Puno. So we rearranged our trip to a boat cruise to the island of Taquile with a stop to see the man-made islands made out of reeds.

So it was off again the next morning at 7:30 a.m. to catch a tour bus through the mountains that would eventually stop in Puno. It was a nice day traveling through the high mountains, stopping occasionally at little tourists stops. At some point in the early part of the trip Kim and I were directed to ‘Be” and focus on the I AM THAT I AM twin flame and send love. So I started chanting affirmations and also was directed to connect to God Reserve. I started affirming statements like “I AM Being here below all that I AM Being Above. I am God Reserve here below all that I AM God Reserve Above. I AM THAT I AM Being here below all that I AM Above. I AM THAT I AM Being God Reserve here below all that I AM Above.

I must have done these affirmations for about an hour through a very beautiful part of the countryside as we climbed higher and higher. The love flowing through me or maybe I should say the, “peaceful, joyful, bubbling ecstasy” was beyond words. Whenever I am in the mountains, especially with some capped with snow, with crystal clear blue skies as a cap to the mountains, the joy I feel is indescribable. Coupled with the affirmations and the connection to God Reserve and I AM THAT I AM, it was glorious.

Eventually the mountain scene changed into a desert mountain view as we climbed the last 1,000 feet. We stopped several times for tourist views or stops at small towns and local museums, most of which we didn't go in, having entrance fees and not catching our attention in wanting to see inside any more old churches. Although one we peeked in was incredibly dark, cold and musty and had Michaelangelo type paintings on the ceiling. I could not imagine sitting in a worship service in that cold, dark sanctuary.

By late afternoon we finally caught our first glimpse of the Lake as we descended down into the town of Puno.

The lake is the largest navigable lake in the world at 12,500 feet. Being winter for them, the skies remained clear and the air very cool and crisp. We looked forward to the next days all-day adventure out on the lake.

We were up early again to catch a small colectivos that would take us down to the lake for our day tour of the island and lake. The boat held about 20 people and we could sit inside or atop in the cool air. Lake Titicaca is the largest lake in South America and we would only get to see a small portion of it. It would be about a three hour ride to the island. But first we would stop and visit the floating islands created by the Eros, an ancient tribes people who created their man-made islands on the lake to escape the Incas. They later came ashore to trade with the local Aymara tribes and intermingled with them, eventually abandoning their native language for Aymara or the Quechua language.

There are about 40 floating islands on the lake, of which we stopped at two. There are a few hundred natives living on the islands with only about 3,000 Eros descendents alive today. The islands are made of totora reeds which grow in the lake. They build up the islands with the reeds and tie the island to stakes driven into the bottom of the lake. When the bottom reeds rot away, they build up the island by putting more on top. Eventually they will abandon the island for a new one as the rotting smell becomes more intense, about every 30 years.

The cold mountain air and sunlight is intense year round, and you need to be protected from the elements. These people were dark skinned and wore thick clothes and were well adapted to the elements. It was strange walking on these reed islands, but their reed boats were beautiful and fascinating. We sampled some eatable reeds, the same which they build the islands. They used solar power for electricity on some islands, but generally the conditions were very primitive. And you had to wonder why did they live this way? Why choose to live on a floating island today, with it rotting away beneath you, when a vast land ashore was only a few miles away. Most young people who went landside to school did not return to the islands. So the population of the Eros are getting smaller each year and one day they might all be gone along with their floating islands.

Finally, we made it out of the reeds and into the open water. The water was an intense blue and the sky was just as intense blue against the lake, with not a cloud in the sky, as we motored out to the island.

The island of Taquile where we were headed, is the biggest island on the Lake. We had a long walk uphill from the docks as the island is about 800 feet high. Our tour guide took us up a gentle slope, instead of the 533 steps which he led us down upon our return. Needless to say, I was panting and had to stop many times the whole way up.

We had an hour to take our time to walk to town where we all would meet at the restaurant for lunch, so Kim and I chose to circumvent the group and head down to the water to allow the Masters to dictate. It was a most incredible place to take a dictation in nature's cathedral high in the Andes mountains. Who could ask for more? There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining upon the intense blue of the lake, set against a clear blue sky and mountain vista—some capped with snow. Off to the distance was the Isla del Sol (Island of the Sun) in Bolivia, where the Temple of Illumination etheric retreat is centered. And although we could not get there because of the labor strike in Peru, we were grateful to be so close. The retreat of Illumination actually extends over much of the lake.

It was no surprise that God Meru dictated and it was very moving to be at the physical locale of his retreat during his dictation. And it was especially moving to hear his announcement that Kim and I were anointed to teach. He said about this anointing:

"We thus anoint Kim and Lorraine to teach classes in how to heal your psychology, attain wholeness and manifest Christhood. We anoint them to teach others how to teach these classes and techniques, some of which have been brought forth, some of which are waiting to be brought forth.

Thus, my beloved, this is the culmination of the effort that the Ascended Host have been pursuing since the founding of the Theosophical Society, because it has been our aim from the very beginning to bring forth teachings, tools and techniques to raise up those who can be raised up to manifest their Christhood."

My beloved, there is no other means for bringing in a Golden Age. It is certainly true that part of bringing in a Golden Age is to bring forth new technology, new knowledge, new economic philosophies and systems, new political philosophies, new spiritual and religious philosophies. Yet my beloved, while these are necessary and are indeed the Omega aspect of bringing in a Golden Age, I must tell you plainly that no amount of technology, knowledge, political reform or social programs or religious programs can ever bring in the Golden Age of Saint Germain. For the Golden Age of Saint Germain is not a mechanical age and cannot be brought in through mechanical means. It is an age of Christhood."

The Inca's were said to have much gold and it was one of the reasons the Spanish sought to override them, to get their gold. They lived in the age of gold, where it was abundant and used as ornaments and not as a means to trade and for wealth. But they lacked the spiritual development to bring the "golden" age into manifestation. And their physical gold was even taken away. They had tremendous mechanical attributes in their distribution and wealth of food and road systems, armies and law. They had the abundance and what they didn't have in abundance - water - they worshipped and drew to them via their intelligent use of engineering skills. And yet they did not bring in a Golden Age for they lacked the Christ which they circumvented by worshipping false gods and deities and their dead. They were not flowing with the River of Life, but rather creating their own river which worked for a time. They literally created their river of life - the water - to give them an existence where no existence could have been possible in that dry, arid land and high mountain tops where food could not grow without water. But they did not see the source of that water as the gift of life, but rather turned the water into that which was to be worshipped as their god.

One of the new teachings that I received that began immediately after this dictation was on love. Because of the experience I had in the days prior, and the greater oneness with I AM THAT I AM, my love was no longer able to stay as it was. It was not that I was not loving before, but that my love was needing to be a step up to the level of Being I AM THAT I AM. I could feel the difference. It was amazing. It felt softer, and more of the loving we know as the Mother nurturance, yet it was quite stern and fiery and intolerant of the tricks the ego plays. And that love felt powerful and strong and yet very loving because that love would not allow the darkness to remain hid. So it is a more intense love that is greater in nurturance and greater in power than anything I had ever felt before.

That love taught me and has continued to teach me as the days have gone by. And I was not able to finish this Part IV because I had not the words or understanding to teach this teaching until now. Although I had this Part IV mostly finished, I could not finish it until the wholeness of the transformation that comes with this higher love was understood in my conscious mind.

This transformation also took an outer approach in that the forum I had with the Ask Real Jesus students was compromised by a hacker which came about due to some inner conflicts while we were gone. The old forum was put away and new forums begun, which all had to take place and unfold before I could finish this article and explain what happened on the outer.

We had been talking about love on the forum chats over the course of many weeks before Kim and I left for Peru. And in the process, many things were coming up for people. Slowly, that which was awakened was a very unpleasant anger and opposition to the love we were trying to understand and become. And while we were in Peru a lot of negative energy was coming out and being challenged on the forum. And the damage was done. People tried to move on after our return, but the sleeping giant had been awakened. That which was not love would not die. So El Morya led the forum to be found by hackers who had been hacking an older version of freeware Invision Board software, as a means to help us move on to a higher love and wipe the slate clean from where the awakened giant was now grumbling.

We left most of the posts and only transferred over a few of the topics. And most of the topics were put away to a private forum for those who had bound their own sleeping giants and were able to rise above the situation and learn a higher step up on the ladder of love in themselves.

In the process, this new level or step up in love of the I AM THAT I AM brought about a separation of a few people from myself and the forums. It was this love that I speak of, that is fiery and powerful, yet very nurturing and compassionate. But in compassion at lower steps, that compassion is often very tolerant, whereas at this higher step of love, there is this "tough" love that will not allow things to remain as they are. It is amazing to be a part of this higher step of love.

What I shared on our forum (and shared below) was this understanding of love and the light and wisdom that came to expose the unreal and the darkness that was hidden. I share those thoughts here for they are important to understand for every sincere student of the Ascended Masters working on Being Divine Love.

I had a deep revelation today while working with someone.  Actually I was told we both had a Being retrieval.  We have been working on this in class and we know now that a Being retrieval is not just a one time thing, but can happen on many levels and many planes.  Every time you connect with a higher state of Being, you have a Being retrieval.

So we had one today with Vairochana, one of the Dhyani Buddhas. His wisdom is the wisdom of truth.  So we both experienced a higher understanding that brought us in to Being truth and wisdom.

We were so grateful for this understanding, although it is hard to relate here what happened.  But I am encouraged to share this here because we are on this thread talking about one who left here and her involuntary choice in leaving the forum.

I am always grateful for much of what I experience in life.  I am grateful for sharing with this person, for her presence here on the forum in the past, as well as the opportunity to have the Masters leading us in a new direction and even to moving apart from her.  And the wisdom we received today confirms the move as good for reasons we would have never understood without more knowledge.

She wrote me this evening asking me to post about her on the forum, how well she is doing and especially how well without me, as she felt she was too dependent on me and she did not realize how much until she was cut free from me.

So I rejoice in this co-dependent relationship being broken because it can not help either side to be in such a relationship, although I never encouraged it and tried my best to always encourage people to make their own decisions.

But this relationship break-off benefited me as well.  When you are in co-dependent relationship, there is an obvious drain on one person and an empowering of the other person, albeit not lawful.

If we are to be a glass that fills itself from the Light within that comes from Above, we cannot give that light to another to squander, and nor can they lawfully take from another for their own use.  When light is given to another for healing or enlightenment, it is done not by force, but by choice.  In other words, through the Christ wisdom within, we can choose to impart light to another through our throat chakra or many other ways through our other light centers.

We become responsible if we give our light indiscriminately or allow it to be taken and used unlawfully.  We then can make karma vicariously through the other person's misuse of that light.  And as we were enlightened today, another person may be innocent in their taking light from another, but the force behind them is not.

In other words, behind every co-dependent person or people who habitually misqualify light, is a dark force.  And through our love we generally excuse someone's behavior or forgive them and then allow the misqualification or co-dependent relationship to continue.  The dark forces can be entities, discarnates, demons or even black magicians and they will stop at nothing to be fed the light and power they seek.  They will work through anyone's weakest link in their forcefield.  And unfortunately, very few of us don't have any weak links.  It is only those who maintain a strong tie to their Christ self or I AM Presence or the ascended hosts, who can protect their forcefields through a tube of light given from above placed around our four lower bodies, that will keep these forces at bay.

If we do not maintain that tie, which the predominant amount of mankind don't, we have a lot of stealing and manipulation of people on this planet to get that power, as these forces have no direct means to this power. And the individuals who are used are generally blind to the fact that they are being used and may even have many experiences that they think are of the Light, especially if they are controlled by black magicians or fallen angels out of embodiment and sometimes in embodiment.  Sai Baba is one such black magician in embodiment who has fooled millions of people—if the figures are correct of his followers.  He may also control elementals and bring about things happening in the physical that would fool people into believing he is spiritual and has spiritual gifts or siddhis.

Likewise, the black magicians are adept as appearing as light beings and fooling the innocent to believe they are meeting with beings of Light.  If we have untransmuted substance in our beings, if we have blocks in our chakras, wedges in those chakras placed during fearful encounters, they will use those blocks and wedges to get in the forcefield and manipulate the light.  Even to releasing any light out of your chakras during a so-called spiritual encounter to make you believe that they were giving you light, where it really was coming from within you and you felt it as light.

This has happened in many false organizations where the spiritual leaders or messengers give dictations or teachings and some in the audience witness to the tremendous light they felt or saw around the individual.  What it takes is a connection that is very real and very tangible with the ascended hosts and the I AM Presence and Christ self to know that which one is experiencing is of the Light and is not falsely precipitated from someone's chakras in the vicinity or even one's own.

For example, when attending rock concerts, there is a lot of exuberance and energy in the audience from so much light forced (or rocked) out of the base chakra.  People are known to collapse during these concerts due to so much light released from their chakras. The also may witness to the fact of how wonderful they felt and to even sexual experiences as the light is released. But they may also witness to how drained they feel after the concert is over. This light is lapped up by the dark forces around the audience and especially by the rock performers.  Just by the audiences attention on the performers, they give them their light.  The same with anyone we place attention on and converse with.  Light travels through our words, our actions and our time and thoughts upon another. We are the guardians of the Mother Light within us.

One more revelation we had I would like to share. There are many levels of love on this planet, from the love/hate forms to the conditional human love, to the false love of co-dependency, to the Christ love and on up to higher manifestations of Divine Love in unconditional love, the Buddhic love in peace and the love of more.  I would like to share on another's comment about the individual who left the forum and how she made her feel loved by welcoming her to the forum and what a big heart she had for doing that.

That someone has a big heart because they are friendly is an assumption that is based on human love.  Human love says, "If I do for you, you will do for me."  Because someone laughs all the time and makes jokes and makes someone feel good does not mean they have a big heart or that they are happy.  Usually, people who joke and laugh or are the life of the party are truly hiding a deep insecurity, or they are controlled by forces that get them to be so "out there" in groups or with people to get attention or light.

Someone with a truly big heart is generally quiet, unassuming, kind and considerate without being "out there".  They are constantly giving and serving behind the scenes and are rarely noticed unless they become a public figure like Mother Therese or Princess Diane.

We are learning about love here on this forum and we will be learning a lot more about these steps and levels of love.  If we do not set aside our earthly human concepts on love, and assumptions of what love is based on from other human teachers, which teachers have often been many fallen angels, we will not transcend conditional love and its false concepts.

These teachings on love are part of what God Meru referred to in his Titicaca dictation. We need to be wise as serpents and harmless as doves. The New Age "love" everyone and be in peace is not the answer to this world's problems. Having the wisdom to understand God's love in its many forms, and when and how to apply that love to a world locked in duality, is the key to our personal and planetary victory.

The people in South America need to learn love in its Divine manifestation in order to bring them out of the category of being third world countries. The people are loving, but they need to incorporate the higher levels of love—the power love of the Father that brings direction. And they must leave off of the abuses of the Father that comes through the masculine forces throughout the nations in abuses through the throat chakra. Their love is not sufficient because none of our love is sufficient for the next step in Being. And what you see in Peru is a people frozen in time. They will not let their love grow and take them higher, but they hang on to all that was. And where that love might have been good enough in ages past, they are not able to stay in that same love and exist in the world today. They are suffering and without the tourists and influx of money into their economy, they would be suffering more.

The outer signs given to us from the elemental kingdom is a reflection of the abuses that have been rendered upon those soils. It is not enough to just be existing to change life for the better around you. You have to change. And when you change, your way of doing things change. There has been no change, outside of the Incas and their laggard consciousness that ruled for a few hundred years. The Spaniards did not change them. The Incas did not change them. The people will not let go and Be. They refuse to Be. They merely exist. And in that existence they get things done in a very mechanical way. They live outside of God consciousness which we are in when we flow with the River of Life.

I entered that land with a will to Be and I discovered and was met with the total opposition to my Being. In that opposition I registered on my Being that collective consciousness of this rejection of the flame that I AM in Divine direction. I lived the experience of the dark night in that rejection of who I AM. I could not imagine staying in that place as it was a living nightmare for me. And yet these people live this way day after day, century and century. I anchored the will to Be in Peru. I anchored it through love and God power that flowed through me many times in that pure love and joy for God Being I AM and I AM THAT I AM. I pray that some may pick up that joy and love in the will to Be who they truly are.

Returning to America
In just a few days we would be leaving Peru and the joyful return to our blessed country of America where freedom is still strong in the hearts of the people. We left the serene island of Taquile, with much regret, yet much joy. Taquile and her people are a step back in time, much as the reed islanders of the lake are. They have been isolated from the world for thousands of years and only in recent years have they allowed tourism to infiltrate their islands, while yet remaining aloof and in keeping with their long traditions. As most of the islanders on Lake Titicaca, they speak Quechua and little Spanish. Woman are extremely shy, as it is a man dominated culture. But we had a lovely lunch of fish and the usual french fries! And we were entertained by descriptions of the customs of the islanders and their purposes. And then we took our long journey back to the coast and returned to the dirty, crowded city of Puno.

We spent one more night in Puno and later received Saint Germain's dictation as we were on the banks of the Lake the next day. We hoped that the strike would not delay our early morning ride out of Puno to the airport, and it didn't, except to see huge boulders in the road where they were left from the barricades from the day before.

We stayed once again in Lima and at the same hostel before our early morning departure for the airport and return back stateside. I will never forget the smile on our daughter's face when the wheels of the plane touched down in Miami. She did not communicate much with us the entire trip, choosing to act like a rebellious teenager, but I know that this experience for her would be unforgettable as I watched her process the various experiences we had. But her smile was that of one truly happy and grateful for the freedoms we have and the abundance on many levels that we are graced with in the country of America and the joy of touching down on the soil of our home.

And although our freedoms are eroded and the power elite is in control on many levels, we still have opportunity to grow and Be in this dispensation. And when you experience the poverty, the vast absence of natural abundance and the lack of God Power in one country, you know truly the blessings Saint Germain has bestowed upon this land of opportunity in America—the place where the I AM race can come together and Be.

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