That one time in Perú when we traveled to ancient stone temples where
That one time in Perú when we traveled to ancient stone temples where Incan Princesses were taught divine wisdom passed down by their lineages, for a plant ceremony. I chose to fast; yet carry an apple with me to charge along my journey and devour at the right time.
The trek was long, and we asked permission from the land before entering. An immediate resonance and welcoming washed over me and I knew I was meant to be there. After prayer I instantly took off my shirt. One by one the other women did the same until we were all topless, dancing and singing our own songs— together. I was on my moon and bleeding so I excused myself to sit with the land. I climbed to the top of a mountain which overlooked a river where women had ventured off to cleanse and baptize in the waters, giving offerings of healing tears.
I remained at the top and prayed as I gave my blood back to the land. All of a sudden strong winds picked up and a hum came through the clouds. Vibrant light pierced through a portal in the trees and Ascended Master Yeshua appeared before me. I felt an immediate presence of harmony that extended into all parts of the world— past, present, and future somehow all aligning divinely. We conversed telepathically, and the messages and answers only God can give, came through.
As the transmission closed, Yeshua asked me to look at what I was holding. In my left (receiving hand) the apple I had carried and charged up all day. Nutrients gifted and created by earth to nourish my fasted body. Wisdom, empowerment, knowledge, truth. The apple signifying the “awakening,” it was always meant for us to consume, create, awaken and fuel with.
In my right (giving hand) my own sacred blood. A gift from my own body of land, that I create life with. Humans to walk and bless this land, carrying legends. True nectar. Returning to nourish even more life. The apple and our blood have always been sacred. Wrongfully deemed unholy due to the true power, when harnessed.
I was told to continue paving the path, and never follow. I promised, and a light shot through me as the portal closed and I heard “I am a part of you, and you are a part of me.”
You know.. just that one time in Perú.




















































































