Before we venture into Ecuador, I would like to accord the story of how Laura and I met. Our journey started in Toronto, where I prepared my trip back to Peru via a center that I helped organize in the jungle. Unfortunately, I knew I was advancing towards a fight with a Shaman, for which I had unfinished business. In addition, he was taking advantage of a friend's fortune, and his ego was starting to vibrate off the charts. Furthermore, there was a good chance that I would not return out of the jungles; I grasped deep inside I would die. Regardless of the warnings, I commenced packing my bags and saying goodbye to Toronto friends and Family. I was swamped planning my trip to Peru and finishing my work with outpatients from a woman's shelter and a psychiatric hospital. Then, low and behold, Laura showed up; we met at a workshop I was co-hosting with a good friend of mine. Our meeting was quick, and I was busy, making it challenging to give Laura thought. But one day, a woman came to see me from the Biahi church in Toronto; her name is Joy; I had known her for several years and trusted her. Joy explained that Laura wanted to meet, and she had to tell me something vital; I said yes and would arrange a meeting. Laura is exceptionally talented and attractive, and the last thing I was thinking about was her interest in me. I assumed she had questions about the workshop and wanted to introduce me to the Biahi faith. Nevertheless, we met, and both of us were very excited; we walked through the church, a private tour with Joy, who accompanied us.
We finished up our tour and walked outside; next, Laura informed me an angel came to visit her by the name of Michael and advised her that I should not go to Peru. Interestingly enough, I ignored Michael for several months, so it appears he went to Laura to get my attention. I responded that it was my mission; I knew something terrible would happen, but I needed to go. Laura replied, I had a new purpose, and it was to investigate her. I thought about this overnight, exploring Laura or my potential death in the jungles. Finally, I agreed to stay in Toronto and dive back into another relationship. Besides, there was something in the air, a cosmic return that I wanted to discover, and I knew she had a key that would unlock some of the best work I have produced thus far. As for Peru, I let everyone know that I would not return and take the next journey into the Chavin culture and its ancient ruins. In the end, a year would pass, the Centre in Peru would fall apart, the Shaman would go to jail for murder, and a young man from America would die.
Our relationship was a success; we were experiencing profound connections and helping the community. At one point, Laura and I rented a large cottage for the weekend to celebrate our work and the success of our relationship. It was not a marriage with legal papers and priests; it was recognition of life, Union and friendships. During our weekend celebration, we agreed to take a vacation. I am well-travelled and had safety concerns for Laura; I asked her to switch the beautiful blond to black; she met me halfway and tinted her hair darker. Also, I suggested she dressed down, no designer clothing and begged her not to bring the expensive camera. She loves photography very much, and in no way was she going to leave it behind. Besides, I have never travelled with cameras or phones and did my best to blend in with the locals; many of the places I visited were impoverished. Therefore, this trip was my first as a tourist. We arrived in Manabí; the stretches of beach were breathtaking with quaint little fishing villages, national parks, Palo Santo Forests and ancient Agua Blanca. Laura picked the perfect place to stay on the beach named Hosteria Mandala, located in Puerto Lopez. Maja (Swiss) and Aurelio (Italian) built the space themselves. It was indeed a work of art with geometry evolved into the architecture, breathtaking gardens, beachfront property and whales singing at night. In addition, we stayed for a long time and became friends with them; we sat up at night, talked about geometry, and at times I offered healing treatments to some guests and friends that lived in the village. Then, we planned a trip just off the coast (La Isla de la Plata), home to many species in the Galapagos Islands. Next, we ventured to Machalilla National Park, exploring numerous flora, fauna and jungle animals. I was excited for the next trip to the Agua Blanca tribe that showcases the remains of the oldest archaeological sites and settlements in South America. In addition, temples, artifacts such as skulls and houses of the Manteño culture are displayed dating 1500 BC. Finally, we swam in a natural sulphur lagoon located on-site with mineral waters and mud; the lagoon was rejuvenating and healing. We returned to the hotel, and the owner asked if I had heard of Palo Santo before. I explained I did not. Aurelio instructed he would guide me to a man in the forest; he lives in the hills, a guardian and spiritual adviser of the Palo Santo trees. As usual, I was excited, always seeking plant medicines and engaging with people native to the lands.
With much anticipation, I started to wake early morning, climb the coconut trees, and drink coconut water by the seaside to prepare my body for a cleanse. A few days into it, my back was very sore, and my Urine became milky white. First, I consumed just coconut water and no food. In one cup 250 ml, these gems would provide Fiber: 3 grams, Protein: 2 grams, Vitamin C: 10% of the RDI, Magnesium: 15% of the RDI, Manganese: 17% of the RDI, Potassium: 17% of the RDI, Sodium: 11% of the RDI, Calcium: 6% of the RDI. Young green Coconut water contains antioxidants that protect our cells from the environment and dietary radicals. In addition, coconut water rids kidney stones by reducing crystal and stone formation, thus revealing my back pain and discoloration Urine. Now I was ready to meet the Palo Santo shaman. Up in the hills, off the coast of the Pacific, Dante built a small village where he devoted time, working with the earth. He was excited to meet me; Dante spoke about his first encounter with the Palo Santo Oil and was instantly inspired to administer the oils healing gift to everyone. Dante took me into his gardens, and the aroma from the Palo Santo trees was in the air mixed with the smell of seawater. Next, he introduced me to the distillery and the oil extraction process that included images and written knowledge of the lunar cycles. Furthermore, Dante explained the properties of the Oil and showed me the Quartz crystals he fixed in the ground encompassing the Palo Santo trees to enhance the vibration. Also, minor Quartz was placed around seedlings. Finally, I asked Dante If I could consume the oils, he advised me not to because there was no research on the consumption of Palo Santo. Instead, I asked for a bottle of fresh Oil to draw my own conclusions. The first day into consumption, I endured an immediate purge with regular trips to the bathroom. My body released a build of extra bile and small stones that evacuated from the liver and a release of small intestinal worms. On the second day, I experienced a connection to the plant spirit of Palo Santo and its history of medicine. An abundant selection of these trees is located in Ecuador. The finest and purest oils are from the coastal region of Puerto Lopez. In Ecuador, the Palo Santo is only harvested when tree branches fall due to natural causes (the government protects them). When this occurs, the whole tree is recycled (roots, trunk, bark, everything!) and others planted in its place. Palo Santo means 'holy wood or sacred wood' and is purification oil, applied in many ways. First, a diffuser will enhance meditation. Next, the Oil is placed and rubbed into the hands, then inhaled for a good sense of grounding and vitality. I can't disclose all its secrets and use, but the application process is next level when combined with quartz crystal.
Laura desired to meet Dante and report my conclusions regarding the Oil, so we took a trip back up to the hills. Next, Dante asked for a healing treatment with the Palo Santo; he needed to observe what I learned. The village kids heard what was happening; they were excited and gathered around to watch. First, I applied the oils on his feet, precisely the spine location (in reflexology). 2nd, I dripped the Palo Santo oil in my palm and placed the terminated quartz tip into the Oil. 3rd. I administered the ends of the quartz to specific pressure points very lightly (minimal contact) on his body. To conclude, I burned a small Palo Santo stick, inhaled small amounts of the smoke in my lungs and exhaled back out across this crown, reciting a mantra. After the treatment, we sat and drank tea; he shared his experience and was extremely grateful. Finally, we would say goodbye to Dante; he asked where we were going, I replied, Vilcabamba. He became concerned and revealed the village we are living in now has lots of food, fish and fruits; we should stay here where no one goes hungry. We thanked him for his wisdom and continued back to the hotel. On the way down, Laura tripped and fell on her back, specifically her Coccyx. She was in great pain and required treatments to loosen her back up. However, she was very excited to move on to the next adventure and did not want this fall to get in the way.
Vilcabamba is known as the Valley of Longevity. It's an Andean village in southern Ecuador. Over time, it would become one of the hottest destinations for various healers, soul-searchers, Yogis, and superfood cultivators (The Spanish Goa). The town promises productive soils, long life and everything from affordable living, agriculture, shamanism and hallucinogens. Upon arrival, I discovered that some scientists researched the people living in the valley; the legend of long life and rejuvenation was just a myth for unstable and dangerous tourism. Unfortunately, Laura and I were unaware of its dark past of murders, robberies, kidnappings and rape. Nevertheless, Laura and I checked into the hotel Izhcayluma with a perfect view of the Cerro Mandango Mountain that sits 6,000ft above Vilcabamba. The mountain is known as the sleeping god in the shape of an Inca face. In addition, we heard stories of the great Inca kings from all over South America that travelled to the valley for a retreat. Furthermore, the local people speak of a legend in 1534 after the conquistadors killed the Inca king Atahualpa of Peru; His troops that survived in battle hid all of the king's gold in a Huaca (cave) Mandingo's side. Laura sat on the balcony daily; she talked about the mountain and expressed her need to climb it. We spoke to domestic/foreign tourists who hung out at a popular juice bar in the village's centre. Many people expressed that the mountain was closed and not a safe walk because the trail was unstable. Moreover, we spoke with the hotel owners, and they bestowed similar information as in the village, such as robberies over the years, and the terrain can be steep, but people still climb it. Days would come and go; Laura stared at the mountain from our terrace while she lay in her hammock. This dangerous information prompted me to get a little nervous because I had been in many difficult situations and did not want another. I started to have nightmares. Something was off, and every time I looked into it, I could not break through that veil.
One morning I awoke and joined a man at the hotel planning to visit a shaman, a woman who served the San Pedro cactus in the village for many years. I thought to myself that the plant has wisdom required to settle the nervous energy inside me. However, Laura communicated she did not want to participate and advised me to go independently. So, I left during the full moon with a small group of 10 people. The Shawoman finished her ceremony and served us the medicine. It was intense; the group was up all night vomiting and sick with various emotional releases. Moreover, I obtained no information from San Pedro about the walk up the mountain Laura and I planned. The following day I arrived back at the hotel, a mess full of mud from rolling around the ground all night. She laughed sweetly, gave me some fresh fruit, and I went back to bed for the day to rest.
The following day we climbed the mountain. I was still a little woozy from the San Pedro ceremony the night before and did not want to go, but she was ready. Also, I was agitated and in a rush to walk up the hillside; she slowed my pace with hugs, kisses, holding hands and enjoying the scenery. Finally, we stopped at an exceptional area; she put her hand on my heart and touched my cheek as butterflies and hummingbirds were flying about. Laura asked me to breathe and enjoy the moment with her. Unfortunately, I was still agitated and replied, Laura, you want to climb this mountain, so let's climb it. We continued our walk up a steep trail; a broken sign said danger, the path had fallen apart, and it was difficult to get across. I asked Laura, are you sure you want to keep going. She said yes, so we ventured on a narrow path high on the side of the mountain. I stopped and asked Laura again, are you sure we can turn around and go back. Again Laura replied I need to walk this; it's a vision quest for me. Nevertheless, we kept pushing on, but all of me wanted to stop and turn around. Finally, we were close to the top, and I asked one more time, please let's go back; at this point, my body was trembling with fear and anger. Finally, Laura stops, looks at me, and says I will fight them if three guys are up here to rob us. Now I was pissed because why did she mention precisely 3 men. I will now articulate something about Laura; Laura is very gifted with visions and strong intuition. At this point, I knew she was holding out on me, or maybe I was getting paranoid. But low and behold, we made it to the top of the mountain, and three armed men wearing kerchiefs (face masks) arrived at the top as well. I ran to fight the men, one man hit me across the chest with his machete, and the other man pressed the point of his blade into my chest. Finally, I said fuck it, I am going to fight; there are only 3 of them. In addition, I have boxing and taekwondo training, so it should not be a problem, and I demonstrated martial arts skills back home in Canada with Laura, just in case. Laura yells and runs towards me and asks to stop; please don't. Next, I noticed a Gun coming out of the third guy's pocket, I submitted, and the three men shuffled us to the edge of the mountain. The men spoke Spanish, so Laura and I had to translate what they were planning. Furthermore, every time I turned around to listen, a man punched me in the back of the head; they were very intoxicated. This was no robbery; they would kill me and then Laura. One of the men put a gun to the back of my head; I saw a tattoo, the yin yang symbol, on his arm close to his wrist. Laura started to cry, and she was told to keep looking straight; she asked me, Stephen, is that a gun to your head? I instructed it was not. I noticed that Laura was very close to the edge of the mountain, and I remembered there was a plateau that was not too far down; next, I asked to push her over? You will be safe. I will move fast and push you; if not, they may kill you. She said, no, don't push me; I will jump if needed. I looked away from Laura and into the eyes of the man holding the Gun; they were black, filled with fear, but I observed a dull light burning still; there was some hope. The attackers had a drink with Agua de Florida; it's a Shamanic Cleansing Spirit Water; I recognized the smell as I have used it several times before. In addition, the men started to drink it, spit the alcohol onto our bodies. Then, the game-changer, the hotel keys, fell out of my pocket. He pulled the trigger back and put the Gun away; the greed got the better of him, he demanded money from the hotel. Next, I responded by calling him a coward; he got angry and yelled to look forward. Deep inside, I wanted him to shoot me; unfortunately, that was not in the cards. Laura and I assumed they were asking for three thousand dollars, but the translation was difficult, then I asked the men to send Laura down to the hotel and keep me hostage. The attackers said no and no police or they would kill her. One man took my shoes, then gave me his and told me I had two hours, his boots were too small ripped, and full of holes, so I had to run down in bare feet. Off I went with Laura waving, explaining that she is okay; I told her that I would find her and fix the body if needed, she could jump. Laura just waved with a big smile, and I ran as fast as I could with the attacker's shoes in hand. I thought to myself, no way I would make this trip in two hours and run faster. Finally, I stopped to throw up; I was moving so quickly that my feet were bloody, and one of my toes was broken. I pushed through the pain, making it down below and yelled for help; someone put me in their truck and took me up to the hotel. When I arrived, I explained to the hotel owners I required 3 thousand dollars, and Laura was being held hostage; the owners wanted to call the police. I replied, please do not call the police; the attackers would kill her, give me the money. All of a sudden, a woman came in front of me and told me to change it. I said, excuse me; she said, you are compelling, replace your reality and save Laura. At that moment, I remembered how to do this. I calmed down, took a deep breath placed Laura in my mind. I spoke to her and explained the police were coming, the attackers would see this from the mountain, and she needed to jump to the plateau.
The Police and I arrived below the mountain; my face started to hurt, and I experienced visions of Laura being punched in the head; I felt much pain in my body. I shouted to the policemen that the attackers were beating her; we must move quickly. Then all of a sudden, everything went quiet in the visions, no sound, just a weak pulse. I knew she jumped, and the Angels were with her; Laura was found on the path below, battered and broken. Next, I involved every Spirit guide I knew; I Prayed and began placing my hands on her stomach and head, sending healing energy. Laura took notice and asked me who I was; I told her, it's me, Stephen, please rest and don't die; I am by your side. Then, I heard someone's phone ringing; a police officer handed me the phone and said it was the President of Ecuador. The President said he was sorry; I replied, why are you calling as I hold Laura's broken body? This is not the time for an apology. Now, I am angry with you; Mr. President and Ecuador get ready for big trouble; he told me to stay calm. I replied peace is not an option at this time, and you should be worried. The police were great; they carried Laura to safety, took her to a local hospital, and transferred her to Quito. It was a horrible ambulance ride; she was screaming in pain, Laura asked me to hold her hips in place because they were moving, and it hurt. Finally, we arrived at the hospital. It was a filthy mess with no staff; she cried all night and announced it felt like her hips were broken. Furthermore, the hospital staff could do nothing but give her medication. I slept on the floor in filth with my bloody feet and witnessed the anger spread in me. The pain in Laura's body would not go away, and all I could do was pray for help asking to get us out of the hospital. Finally, a group of men walked in. Juan, who spoke English, had security and said he was getting us out of here. The hospital held us hostage for ransom; the warden did not want us to leave, even though the President of Ecuador ordered our removal. Eventually, we were transferred to a private clinic where Laura received proper care. The staff scanned her body and found she had fractures in her neck and a broken pelvis. In addition, the doctors also drilled steel into her hips, and the pain stopped because the bones were in place.
Laura's parents flew in to help; they were very present for their daughter, I appreciated the extra morale, and now I could address Laura's healing. I explained to the family that it was time for Laura to sit on a toilet; I acknowledged it would hurt, but it was essential to regulate her body with normalized bowel and urine movements. In addition, lying in bed slows down the recovery. Most rehab fails if the individual can move but chooses not to; this situation applied to Laura; she was able to move but was more concerned about the status of our relationship. Furthermore, I resolved to Laura that rehabilitation comes first, and please put your focus there, also I needed to leave for two days, and when I got back, I expected her to be up on a toilet. While I was away, I made preparations to move her into a luxury hotel with extra security. To my surprise, when I returned from my trip, Laura was sitting up on the toilet, producing bowel movements with a big smile on her face. One day a police officer arrived at the hotel and informed us they had caught one of the attackers, and I needed to identify him for the prosecutor. I spoke with Laura because this was going to be a big decision for both of us. Moreover, I aspired to focus on healing and not tied up in courts for the rest of our trip. I asked Laura if it was okay to let him go; she agreed and said yes but was not happy about it. In addition, I kept the details of the reason for the decision to myself; I didn't want Laura to know what was happening outside the hotel walls; it was a safety concern. The security team, church leaders and the police informed me the attacker would be killed in jail to set an example, and the other two attackers would also be exterminated. Also, one of the security guards told me the man they apprehended was a fake, put in place for the other assaulter already eliminated. I learned that these crimes affect the tourist economy, and in most cases, the robberies are engineered to fight back against the system and stop foreigners from purchasing land. I understood the people's concerns about foreigners; during my travels, I met with many local personalities. They rightfully complained that they could not cross property owned by American and Canadian investors to occupy their own homes. Essentially the people became homeless. Foreigners were purchasing acreages of beach property and parceling it off to other investors building small suburbia's. So again, the local people lost beach access. The whole system in Ecuador was a mess, and it needed to be corrected. Finally, the Minister of Tourism invited me to give a speech for City officials that represent tourism across the country. The opportunity presented itself, so I agreed and was escorted to the headquarters by the security team. Minister Freddy Ehlers was there to meet me. He was excited about two reasons: to apologize for Laura's loss and he was fond of esoteric information. In addition, he was part of a community involved in metaphysics. Freddy walked me into the room where everyone was seated and told me they all speak English, so please say what was needed. I introduced myself and shared my observations about their tourism industry. Over the years, I learned that it's best to focus on solutions when speaking to influential people. I can't share all the meeting details, but I will articulate the final closing of our discussion. Your country calls itself Pachamama the world's centre (1978 UNESCO designated Quito as its first Cultural Heritage Site). So give your people access to their lands. Stop letting foreigners buy your properties in mass quantity. Instead, place restrictions on newcomers who can purchase land and tax them on resale; then, you will be the centre of the world.
Freddy escorted me out of the room. I informed him nicely there is a specific date you will need to have these laws in place. He laughed and asked if I was a prophet. I responded by stating I am a realist.
I returned to the hotel; Laura was relaxing with much-needed family time, but she was still in pain. I had to be careful carrying her to the washroom and back to her bed at night. In addition, I wanted to be extra cautious with her baths; she was fragile like a porcelain doll. The rage grew in me, especially when Laura was hurting; I thought of revenge and sending this man to his death in jail. Juan showed up at the hotel to meet; the first topic was preparations for visiting the prison to engage the attacker, and 2nd he explained that TV stations wanted to interview me. Everybody was calling him, I was the story, and Juan was the person in charge. He is a good man and arranged safety for Laura and me; I said yes but only Lived TV. Juan said he would manage it. We arrived at the jail, a vast open space with many inmates screaming and yelling. The accuser entered the room. At first, I desired to take the police officer's gun standing next to me and shoot him. Then, the assaulter showed me his arms, and they were full of tattoos. I was unsure because I did not see the yin yang tattoo; his voice and eyes were familiar, but his life was in my hands. So finally, I said it was not him; you have the wrong guy; the prosecutor was angry, they needed to jail someone to calm the political situation. Furthermore, the assault occurred on international woman's day, and Canada had a huge contract building their airports. The next day, we travelled to the TV station, and Juan asked the questions; we were live Tv. Juan questioned Laura's assault on the mountain. I spoke the truth; I replied that the foreign investors had arrived in Ecuador to purchase your land, and the people of Ecuador are losing property and money. The host of the show and the cameraman were in shock; they were expecting drama. In addition, I emphasized laws need to be declared that will not allow foreigners to purchase and parcel the property to other foreign investors. At this moment, the cameras were off, and the show was quickly over. Finally, I was rushed out of the studio and back to the hotel. Security then explained I was not allowed to leave the hotel anymore. Everybody was looking for me, TV stations, papers and even local freedom fighters for the country. Political unrest began to escalate in Quito approximately the same time I was seated on TV. Next, Security moved us to a safer location to a hotel up in the hills, now I go deeper with Laura’s Rehab.
The new Hotel was perfect. Laura felt at ease, and I was at her side 24/7; our room had large windows and all the food we required. First, I asked Laura's mother and father to return home, her parents obliged. 2nd, I began to flood Laura's body with large amounts of Methylsulfonylmethane (MSM). It's a sulphur-containing compound found in plants and humans. MSM relieves joint pain, reduces inflammation and helps with the overall rehabilitation process. Next, I added Spirulina powder for its copper properties; plant-based sources are the best. Copper helps maintain healthy bones, blood vessels, nerves and plays an active role in iron absorption. Spirulina provides Protein: 4 grams, Vitamin B1 (thiamine): 11% of the RDA, Vitamin B2 (riboflavin): 15% of the RDA Vitamin B3 (niacin): 4% of the RDA, Copper: 21% of the RDA, Iron: 11% of the RDA. In addition, I added a woman's multivitamin, we would mix these drinks, and Laura consumed the medicine 3 to 4 times a day. Also, we placed the crystals on her body with the Palo Santo oil. But, one day, Laura asked to take the Quartz off her body; she articulated that the oils and crystals were too much and was done with the medicine as well. Furthermore, Laura was young, so her immune system was sufficient to handle the healing process independently. Now, she was ready for the wheelchair; I pushed her throughout the gardens to breathe the fresh air, admire the flowers and butterflies. Finally, a month into the treatments, the tranquil setting and all-you-can-eat Buffett Laura healed quickly; she started using a walker. Then, we went deeper with light tissue work applying the Palo Santo oils to her body, and the doctors removed the steel mechanism from her pelvis. The government informed us that our time in Ecuador was at an end. However, Laura was well enough for the airplane, so we said thank you and returned home to Canada. Laura's Doctor scheduled an appointment to the hospital for MRI, X-rays and Ultrasounds; he wanted to make sure everything was healed. When we arrived at the Doctor several days later for the results, he was mystified; his exact words (Mystified). According to the hospital scans, there was no sign that Laura fell 30 stories, fractured her neck, broke her pelvis and had a steel mechanism to hold her bones in place; it never happened. The Doctor explained it's been a short time since the accident, and the body typically does not heal quickly. Therefore, he wanted to send her to a special x-ray to inject a die into her bones to double-check, Laura declined, and we went on our way. Global TV did do a documentary on the subject. Unfortunately, it was full of dramas, and a lot of the show was misleading. In addition, the only reason why the documentary happened was that Laura's Aunt is well known in the media world. Of course, mainstream media wanted to portray their version and cut at least 60 percent of the story. The Husband and wife team from Ecuador who rescued us in the hospital flew to Toronto for the interview. Unfortunately, 16x9 did not show enough respect to share their side of the story. Furthermore, I told the producers we were not on a honeymoon; Ecuador was the origin of our travels to several parts of the world. I felt uncomfortable with the high drama scene; I was not 100 percent ready and was rushed. Also, during the documentary's recording, I found out 16x9 was in financial trouble; this story would give the producers fresh hope. One hand washes the other.