26/09/19 - Shamanic journey to Huáscar inca

I entered my imaginary landscape. The place I have created many times before, almost to the point of it existing as a memory. I suppose it could be described as a Tulpa. The thick lush jungle sings below me, as I begin my short climb up the chimney like mountain. I feel the coral like texture of the rock on my palms, but there is no exersion in the climb. It is easy, like the perfect, warm weather that evelopes the sunny day here. Upon reaching the top, I stop to look around at the beautiful jungle island that is mine. My own domain as far as the land meets the ocean, and beyond. I look out to the vast ocean, ripe with life that dances in aqua toned waves. Finally, I gaze into the center of the flat topped mountain. Into the hole at the center. This is the gateway to the lower world. The underworld where lesser spirits reside. Below lies a dark abyss with no forseeable end. With a smile and a deep breath, I jump in. I fall in absolute freedom and with fearlessness. Down and down I go, until the light of the sky dissappears and I am in darkness. Only then does the shift happen, for it is here that I begin to float as if carried by the air itself. The veil becomes thinner, and around me in the darkness I see subtle bioluminescent amorphous creatures phase in and out of the void. I have reached the passage. An energetic membrane that seperates me from the lower world of Huáscar Inca.

I ask the spirits that guard the veil for permission to enter, and wait patiently for the response. It took a few moments before I feel myself moving to some sort of floor, if I can call it that. Here I am, not entirely physical, but in an astral replica of myself, no less me than my body. There stood a few meters in front of me, stands Huáscar Inca with his usual big smile and fancy garb. I often wonder how it is that I can recognise the territory, as it is primarily made of voidal darkness. Yet I do, and I am in the same place I always return to when journeying to the lower world.

I greet Huáscar before asking what he wishes to teach me today. He does not speak with words, but with a 'knowing' or mind to mind thought. The words I write are not his own, but my translation. "Look." He points. " As above so below (referencing something I say a lot). How the heavens move, is also in you." He says, referring to the rough and difficult year I have had. He points up and I see the night sky as seen from my bedroom, but the entire sky as though the roof did not exist. He tells methat the heavens have been very busy and how there is a lot going on this year, and how it is reflecting upon my life, and the Earth as a whole. I then become aware of his thoughts as though they were his own, and he is pleased with my current interest. He thinks its, "very good", that i'm learning more about astrology as it is a huge part of the path i'm on. I feel a sense of joy and childlike pride because it is a large part of his history in Inca cosmology. "Understanding the sky helps us to navigating our lives on Earth". He then tells me that it was once important knowledge, but we have forgotten its significance for the most part. He has already seen that I have been looking into it more, and told me I will one day learn the Wilka Mayu. The Wilka Mayu is the Inca cosmology tradition and aligns with my shamanic journey. I have already recieved one of these initiations known as the Q'oto kuna karpay. He repeats "as above, so below", before telling me to open my eyes. A smile falls across my cheeks as I realise I am sitting facing the mirror, which had not even crossed my path before I started the journey. I am told to say words aloud that accurately describe myself as I am right now, in this moment. These I will keep to myself as requested. Oncemore I close my eyes and ask if there is anything more Huáscar wishes to teach me. Just as I do so, the shamans candle i'm holding begins to flash. Opening my eyes to assess the flashing, I see the flame dancing and tall. Instantly I know that the message is that I need to dance more. I have stopped doing so, and it is in my nature to flow like fire. This is a message I have recieved more than once, both journeying and in Ayahuasca ceremony, directly from the plants. The fire, the mirror and the blossoming night sky become suddenly clarified in their symbolism and planned use in this shamanic journey. Everything falls into place as it always does. Perfect timing as orchestrated by the spirits.

I close my eyes one last time to feel the presence of animals watching on. They are cloaked in the abyss of the lower world, and I am suprised this is the first I had seen of them. Usually, animal spirits are immediately present in my journeys, but it seemed they had been waiting at bay this time. Huáscar Inca lifts his palms facing up, and I see a a giant, semi transparent centipede spirit rise up from behind him as he smiles in his warm, loving way. It comes towards me through the air, becoming clearer and more solidified. Growing smaller, it reaches the size of an earthly giant centipede. I feel its energy come into my own through the sacral chakra of my deep stomach, and move up through my solar plexus, and into my heart chakra where it comes to rest. I am unsure if this is a totem, power or spirit animal, but Huáscar stood smiling as though I had just recieved a gift, so I am thankful. I felt that this was an animal that wanted to work with me and has been waiting, just before I remember a dream I had a few weeks back in which there was a giant centipede. My dreams have a habit of directly linking with events that later come to pass, mostly of shamanic nature. Lastly he gestures to his big gold earrings and I immediately realise why. I had been thinking that I need to get a pair of pretty matching earrings for everyday wear. I have two, but they don't match, and I want a matching set. Huáscar eluded that he was aware of my thoughts, and told me with emotion to, "get some beautiful earrings", as he laughed in his childlike way. We bid our farewell, and I began to rise up through the tunnel in which I entered. I gained momentum as I became more and more physical, eventually seeing the dot of light at the entrance. Here I shot up through the mountain, up into the familiar warm air and humid smells of he jungle. Back to Earth. I floated down to the ground, back to where it all began.