My journey to Peru was unexpected. I decided at the last moment and left my healing center in the girlfriend's hands at the time. For privacy reasons, I will give her an alias name (Jessica). It was located on Cowell and Danforth in Toronto, Canada, in a beautiful heritage building. The center was bustling 7 days a week, with guests flying in from different parts of the world to explore the various attunements I was offering at the time. (I will share more about the space in the Toronto section of the website). I sent an email to all of the clients, letting them know I would be gone for a couple of weeks, and Jessica would be holding space in my absence. She was nervous and excited. I trusted her with the area, and I knew she would perform well. I arrived in Peru. I had no interest in staying in Lima. I waited at the airport and took the next plane out to Cusco. Cusco is located high up in the Peruvian Andes and is the former center of the Inca Empire. I love Cusco very much it’s my favourite city in the world next to Cluj in Romania. Here I would spend time adjusting to climate (high altitudes) and experience a mixture of the Incan and Spanish influences. I would check into Loki Hostel. I heard it was the best base to explore the city of Cusco, meet travellers and hear about all the destinations from the locals.
I would visit daily The San Pedro Market. It is filled with fruit, vegetables as well as many freshly-squeezed juice stalls. I would meet many people that would help me plan my trip to Machu Picchu. This was the main reason for my visit. Three days into my arrival, the journey to the sacred valley I had planned was cut short, and I would not get to see Machu Picchu on this visit. This is how it all went down. I was wandering the streets of Cusco as I walked past an old building, run down a little, but what attracted me to it was the name shaman. I opened the door to say hello, and an older Spanish man that spoke no English would call a younger man that did. I asked what type of shaman he was, and I explained to him that I worked with a Mayan elder in Mexico and was curious to see if he was similar. I liked this shaman’s style. He had a pair of jeans on and a bomber jacket with a baseball cap (no fancy outfit); he showed me around his space it was spooky. There were human skulls everywhere. He explained to me that these were the heads of past Shamans from his family lineage. They would take the head and use a unique method to strip the flesh and organs at death. He kept them on display because they would hold the great medicine people's memory and consciousness before him. He was the keeper of the family’s traditions of working with plant medicines. I understood what he was talking about because I have studied this in Egypt and other countries I have visited, and in my Native culture, we have similar traditions in place.
His name is Maestro Mancoluto, he told me. I found that name interesting I asked him the meaning and background of it. He told me it is from the Chavin language, and it means a person who has a 6th and 7th sense of reality and can see beyond the known into the unknown. I made a joke and said yes, like most of us ( A Test). He answered back with his translator and said, if you call living in North America in a healing center full of an army of angels and their magic a sense of higher reality, then you are correct, but I would disagree with you. I’m my mind I thought, WTF? How does he know I am from North America? That’s simple; it's the colour of my skin and my accent. But how would he know I have a healing centre that revolved around the teachings of angels and white magic. Now I was listening but showed him no expression that he had my attention. I then asked what his ceremonies were. He said drinking a power plant named Ayauwaska that prepares the body to open the 6th and 7th senses, then a tradition of Sanpedro that opens those gates. I looked at him and said I was okay. I already experienced these openings in Mexico. I started to walk out, and he pointed to the translator speaking in Spanish. He said I know you; you are the bank robber from the 1930s from Chicago. Now he had me, myself, and my girlfriend were the only people who knew of my visions and nightmares I would have from this time period.
I wanted to have a better understanding of what he was communicating with me. For a moment, I thought maybe he's looking for money and playing everything up a little. I do not believe at this time; it was the case. It was me he was after, and I would get caught up in his dark web of teachings for an extended period. The darkness had something to show me, and it was me. I said to him, okay, let's do it. The next morning I arrived at his space. He told me he is taking me somewhere special up in the hills of Cusco named Space Mountain. He had a man from Brazil with him, a Cameraman, who wanted to come with us. This man was doing a documentary on anthropology and wanted to take some shots of the geographic location the shaman was taking me to. Mancoluto set up a tent in the hills and prepared the ceremony. It was not much, just some rattles a small fire. He would sing a song, and I would drink the Ayahuasca. After I consumed it, they moved me further away on another hilltop. This area was unique from the rest of the hills; it looked like a helicopter platform to land. I asked the translator if that what I think it is, he laughed and said yes. It is a landing platform for an interdimensional ship. They would land there and speak to Mancolutos elders of the Chavin tribe over 4000 years ago. The beings would bring the SanPedro Cactus to the earth for communication purposes. I asked him how long will it take for the medicine to start working. The translator told me soon, just relax; I was beginning to feel a little sick and woozy. He told me to lay by this landing pad and wait. Sure enough, I would start to feel the effects. I would fade in and out and wanted to throw up, but I remembered the shaman telling me not to he said to hold it down. Suddenly, a strange cloud opened up, and the sky grew dark; the cloud was oval in size, and I began to see some strange lights amongst it.
I thought to myself, is it the effects of the medicine, but it was not? I was wide awake, and it looked like a massive storm was coming. Then it hit me, and I would light up like fire; my whole body was burning. I had to take all of my clothes off, and it felt like this cloud above was frying me. I laid on the ground burning up in a warm fever, and then BOOM a loud echo, and I felt contact. My body was on the ground, but my mind or astral body was on a strange ship; these beings were doing something to me. Was I tripping on the medicine, or was I rewired from these beings. They were tall and white with skinny bodies and larger heads with a shimmering crystal hue. I was freaking out but, at the same time, enjoyed the information that felt like a download at that moment. Now I started to feel sicker and was going to throw up. I vomited everywhere, then I began to shit. Simultaneously, there was too much information, and the body could not process what was happening. I was naked, lying on the ground in my own vomit and crap. The skies would clear, and again, another BOOM echoed through the valley. I felt high lying on the ground; there were many tourists in the area now. Some of them had cameras and were taking pictures of the sky and landscape. A group of Chinese people laughed at me naked and pointing, saying Et, Et, Et. I cleaned myself up. The trip was only 20 minutes. I walked over the hill to look for the shaman. I yelled to his tent and said I am finished. The translator said, you're not the effects are going to start again; lay back down.
I walked back and around the hill, looking for a new location to rest. I saw a small cave, further in some stones and concrete sealed the entrance. I walked in as far as I could and saw carvings and drawings on the wall. They were beings with horseheads, some standing with dolphin heads. More figures of bird people and others like angels, I was stunned. The images looked like the beings that would visit or cross into our world, a council of sorts. I jumped up quickly as I felt I was going to throw up again. I hit my head and fell to the ground. Sure enough, more purging. While I was purging, I noticed some animal bones and an old fire. Maybe it was a sacrifice or just remained of a campfire cool out. I would begin to have visions again as the medicine's next wave started to pound on my head. The animal's spirit would visit me; it was a cat species and would take me behind the stone wall that would block the entrance to the cave. I was an underground network of tunnels, and some of these alien beings would be working under the earth or living underneath I would begin to hallucinate more. Still, now I was having visions, but they shifted into the community I built in Toronto. I was reliving and processing all the stories and Trauma they shared with me during our healing sessions. I began to vomit more as I relived the pain of the sickness and illness manifested in the client's body and started to process my traumas of unresolved issues that were stirring in me that I neglected while working with clients/friends. This purge would last for several hours. But when I finished, I felt great.
We agreed to do two more sessions of San Pedro before I would venture into the sacred valley. After the week of consuming the Cactus, I told the Shaman it was time for me to travel to the sacred valley and visit Machu Picchu. He asked me to stay, and a special guest was coming, and they would both need my help. I responded, explaining I had to go. This is the reason for my trip to visit the sacred valley. He said, don’t worry about macho Picchu.It was just a place where they sacrificed women. Then the Shaman told me this man arriving is very important and money is no problem for him, and he has a vision.He explained to me why I am here in Peru to meet this man from America and help with what is going to happen in the future. I thought about it, and I knew there was a more significant reason I needed to fly to Peru. It was not going to be another study of ancient civilizations with an archeologist. I agreed and stayed. The next day I arrived back at the Shaman’s home, and there was a large van waiting out front. The man sitting in the back introduced himself and Roberto and his wife, Donna. He had a friend there. He asked me to join them and was curious about my experiences with the Shaman. We spoke, and he was very excited to meet me. I liked Roberto very much and instantly connected with him, with kind eyes and a good spirit. I would find out on the drive that we would consume San Pedro; at first, I laughed because I was drinking for a week already and went all in. He began to tell me he is from New York and works on Wall Street for a company named JP Morgan.
Roberto also told me before he started to work for this company, he made a promise to himself that one day he would make a lot of money and help many people with it. Thus the reason why he took the job. I said to him, I believe you, he laughed, and how could you believe me when you don't know me.I told him this is why I am here because I have the same vision as you, Roberto. We laughed and spoke for the whole ride to the location where we would drink the medicine. It was a beautiful spot with mountains, forests and rivers. We all sat with the shaman as Mancoluto started the chanting and fire. This batch of San Pedro was much stronger than the previous ones I drank. Because it hit us almost instantly, I remember lying on the ground with Roberto next to me when the translator came to us and said its time. I said, we thank god it's over. Roberto looks at me and says, that was a trip. The translator says it's only been 10 minutes. It's time to move everybody to their spaces because the medicine will start soon. Roberto looks at me and asks how this can be possible. I said to him, we're fucked now. This batch is the strongest I have had. We looked at each other and went to our corners. We drank in the morning, and the trip went on all day. At one point, Roberto had enough and wanted to go. We all climb back in the van, still tripping on the medicine. The drive was horrible, winding up and down mountains roads. I had several visions in the truck of what Roberto was going to build but said nothing. We had to pull the van over many times to throw up and use the bathroom; it was a ride through hell. I do have to say this was the most potent ceremony I have experienced because what we were getting ready to do was huge; my part was to keep an eye on Roberto and make sure he was walking the straight path into this venture. I would have to monitor the shaman and the people around him because Wall Street was about to open up a business in Peru and change the whole spectrum and vibration of SanPedro and Ayahuasca. Together we would bring worldwide awareness to Peru and its Medicine, and I would have to be on top of the game. This would mean that Mancoluto would become the king of Shamans. And Roberto and I would become his apprentices in the skills of dark magic. We arrived back in Cusco at a fancy restaurant to eat. Roberto sat next to me and asked me if I had visions. I said yes, he asked if he was in them. I said yes. Then I asked him if he had experienced foresight. He said yes, and I was in them. I told him we need to be careful because if there is authority behind this world, we must not think it ourselves. There is something beyond us, and if we go against the fundamental laws of the universe, we will be punished, not through fires of hell but in our now living life. We must not go beyond the image of the grandfather. Nobody can imagine what consciousness is because it's in the background of everything we know. We spend most of our time looking for meaning in a small scope of reference(in the outer fields of vision). These plants will help us see behind it. We must understand this.
I would return to the hostel to rest and prepare for my next meeting with Roberto and the Shaman. It was a tight sleep for me because I stayed in a dorm that sleeps eight; the drinking and partying at the Loki hostel was a regular thing. I awoke the next day, and a man in the room with me asked what I was up to. I explained I was with a Shaman drinking medicine. My new Roommate was from England; he was not interested in the medication; he wanted to be involved in what he would call white magic or light body. I gave him my website to read over and to view the material I had showcased. As I left the hostel for my next meeting, I explained to him that I would be back the next day, and we could go deeper into the work. I arrived to meet Roberto, and he wanted to discuss his visions. We spoke at his hotel for a couple of hours. He wanted to know what I thought of being involved in opening a center in the jungles of Puerto Maldonado. He said he likes me very much and is sure that I am here to be by his side through this project. He explained to me the Shaman has a larger piece of property in the jungle. Roberto is Peruvian himself, so it would be easy to collaborate and get everything completed. Roberto explained that Puerto Maldonado is the gateway into the Amazon in the south, next to the border with Bolivia. This would be an excellent location for a healing centre. He then asked me what I think of the Shaman Maestro Mancoluto. I explained that I don’t know him well enough to speak about him, but I am sure we will find out soon. Roberto then asked me to prepare for the ceremony tonight; I laughed and said business meetings with plant medicine. I am into it. He asked if I would accompany him to a village in Peru before consuming the San Pedro. He was working with a local charity, donating money, and purchasing many bikes for the kids for Christmas. Of course, I would join him; we drove around throughout the day, taking care of the logistics and would arrive in the village. Bikes were piled up everywhere. People were assembling them and eating food. It was a big celebration, and I was so grateful I came to help. I was fortunate enough to see so many kids in the lively village riding around on their new bikes for Christmas.
I went back to the hostel to gather my things and prepare for the ceremony. The English man I met earlier was waiting for me. He looked through the website and said I was exactly the man he was looking for and wanted to experience the work. He was with a group of 8 people, and they all wanted to experience it. We walked into a private setting in the hotel with the group (they were all from England). I would work with one person at a time, and the rest would watch. After 3 hours, I moved through all eight people and sent roughly 300 light body acceleration seals/Geometry. Everybody was peaking, including me. I asked them to have a relaxing night with no drinking alcohol or drugs, which would help integrate the light body codes. I met Roberto and the shaman; we drove into the mountains that surrounded Cusco. When we arrived, the shaman would begin the ritual, but this time the cup was more prominent, and the mixture was thicker. I looked at Roberto and said WTF, and he already had his nose plugged, stomaching the cactus down, and I followed. This batch was most potent yet, the sun was coming down, and he had us dance around the fire to make the medicine hit us faster to pump the blood. Roberto and I went from a smile to panic as we knew it would be a tough one. Long story short, Roberto was ready to leave the shaman told me I had to stay with the translator. The translator was staying out through the night because he also drank the medicine. I felt uncomfortable with spending time in the mountains overnight, and I knew the shaman was up to something. I was curious as to why he was now separating Roberto and me. I learned a lot from the shaman so far, appreciating his teachings, but I needed to be close to Roberto. They were driving away, and I began to run down the hillside. I thought at one point I was paranoid because I was still high on the San Pedro, or maybe there was another reason why.
Roberto was looking out the window and saw me running. He asked to stop the van and asked what was wrong; he was still high from the medicine. I said I need to come with you. He said I could, but he may need to go to his hotel because he felt ill. I asked him to take me, and if required, I can always go back to my hostel. He wondered what type of room I had. I said a dormitory. He said no way I would be staying there, and if we were partnering together with him and his family, I would have to be close to him. He invited me back to the hotel named the Belmond Monasterio. We walked into the hotel, looking like a big mess from rolling around in the dirt, processing our trip. I asked him if he can still feel the medicine, and he said very significantly. I laughed and said, we are both feeling it. Roberto informed me that he would walk down to the center in Cusco and buy everybody pasta and asked if I wanted to come. I was exhausted from the plant medicine and would decline. He put me in my room and asked for me to clean up and meet him in an hour for supper. Roberto and his family were there with Mancoluto (The Shaman); he was not too happy I was there with everyone. He commented with Roberto translating. He asked if I was too afraid to stay alone all night on the medicine. I replied and said no, I was not scared, and Roberto had asked for my help just like you (Shaman) asked for my help when we first met in Cusco. The Shaman did not respond. Roberto asked me what Mancoluto wanted my help with within Cusco. I told him the Shaman wanted me to be with him when you arrived. Roberto laughed and said the old ploy of good looking white guy.Roberto said I would be the good looking white guy with the kind voice to keep everybody calm when they are sick on the medicine. I said it’s just us here at the moment; he laughed and said, the future, we will need you, and we will call you Et Cusco for a nickname. Roberto told me that he plans on using the Shaman’s property to build a massive center for people to travel from all over the world to heal. He also informed me that he has the money to do this. The Shaman could not understand our conversation because we were speaking English. I told Roberto to be careful this medicine is very powerful and make no decisions until he takes time to get back into life again. We finished up the meal, and the Shaman had to go back home. I would continue to speak with Roberto back in his room. His boy and wife were asleep. San Pedro was active in us still, and our perception was much higher than usual.
I told Roberto that my background was always involved in more extensive business mergers, and I am very good at reading people. I explained to him that the Shaman has been teaching me the dark side of magic. So far, I think he is not stable in it nor prepared for a broad vision such as Robertos, and there can never be sustainability in Dark magic. I explained that the Shaman is close to him (Roberto) now and attentive to their relationship. I asked Roberto if he has the money; maybe he could give the medicine away for free and not charge for ceremonies and even pay for a select few there plane tickets and food into Peru. This way, we start in the right spot. I also explained to him not to use one shaman; they should be on rotation and offer other workshops and practices such as mobility, yoga and healing systems that complement the Jungles medicine. He said he would speak with the Shaman and re-converge in the morning it was time to rest and sleep now.We met the next day, and I spoke with Roberto and the Shaman. The Shaman was not open to other medicine elders; he said it is about him, the Chavin tribe (Shamans Lineage). He was not open to having other facilitators or practitioners and did not support any spiritual modalities. In fact, he wanted to put an end to spirituality. I could not believe what I heard but still wanted to learn from him and keep a close eye on future developments. I really liked Roberto and wanted to be there with him for as long as I was able to. I told Roberto that I was okay with the terms from the Shaman. I would put an end to spirituality in me and venture into the Darkside with Mancoluto. The Shaman and his translator explained to me that it takes negativity to heal negativity. There more negativity that I would experience, the more healing I will receive. This contradicted everything I have been practicing. It was now time for me to go back to Canada, and I needed to get back to Lima to catch my plane. When I get back to Toronto, I told Roberto that I would close my spiritual center down and begin travelling with my girlfriend. I was tired of the limelight anyway and wanted to learn more from this Shaman and be there for Roberto when he was ready to begin the project. Roberto said he would be in touch and call me back to Peru when prepared for me. I flew back to Canada, closed the center down and let Jessica know I would travel for a while. You can read more about the Trip on the Camino-de-Santiago section of the website.
I was in Greece on the island of Corfu, teaching some work to a group of local women. I would get an email from Roberto asking to speak on Skype. It was almost two months without hearing anything from him. Jessica was there with me when we spoke. He was very enthusiastic about telling me he started the project we talked about in Peru. He then told me he was ready for me and invited me back out. I explained to him I was in Greece and not sure when I could get there. He told me to come out right away and to bring Jessica, who was travelling with me. We would be out on the next available plane to Peru to join in the construction and the building of Chimbre, the shamanic healing center. Roberto was so happy to see me and told me that I have a home here and would never have to leave Peru again; he would take care of everything.Roberto wanted me to live at Chimbre and be part of the whole project. The shaman was happy to see me also to continue with the medicine ceremonies. He explained to me that I must consume the cactus three days a week and the Ayahuasca for two days a week for a total of five days being under the influence of medicine and him. I would have to venture down into the jungles by myself with no help or guidance. The jungle, insects and animals would become my home and teacher. He told me that nobody would ever be there for me fully and support me in life. I would need to learn how to suffer in darkness on my own with nobody to hold my hand. The jungle would show me life and death, Heaven and hell, good and evil. The shaman explained to me that he would give double and triple the dose than usual. I asked him why he responded by saying the darkness is intense in me, and he wanted to bring it out. Roberto would join me as much as he could. During the night, I went into hell, and during the day, I would travel with Roberto to take care of logistics in the local village and help manage the day to day operations. The shaman kept me high all the time and Roberto most of the time. For two weeks, this trip would go on, and it began to get worse. Now the shaman started to energetically attack me at night while I would be in the jungle, and during the day, he would laugh and asked how I handled it. The shaman would ask if I was okay with everything. I answered yes, but not sure how long I could go without throwing it back to him. My darkness would begin to rise, and I was not sure how much old longer I would be able to maintain it.
Roberto informed me that a man was coming to join us; he was making a documentary. I asked Roberto not to put me into any documentary, only because I was not sure and fully present to the project and Shaman; I told Roberto that I am here for him. There were three of us drinking the medicine, and we began to drink stronger doses because this 3rd person who joined us had the experience. He was making a movie named Dmt the Spirit molecule. He came to Roberto to speak about funding; he was short and could not put the documentary into production. Roberto would fund it but wanted a documentary he was making his own added to it as a two-disk set. I liked Mitch (Dmt documentary Guy); he was relaxed and grounded but could also travel very when we drank the medicine.We would have a friendly competition to see who could drink more of the cactus. The three of us were drinking five days a week, and during this process, we would establish the funding of mitch's documentary, and in turn, would help with the promotion of Chimbre. As for me, the darkness peaked as the Shaman was giving me stronger doses. I was pissed. He would psychic attack me at night, and during the day, I began to give it back to him. It became a fight and mutual agreement to break each other down for superiority energetically. One night I was crying, the Mitch came to me and asked what was wrong. He had his documentary cameras with him. I asked to turn them off and then explained that I couldn't act out in negativity anymore. The darkness is intense in me now, and I am breaking the Shaman down; he could barely hold his rattle anymore and had trouble sitting at his table for dinner. He won't stop this dangerous game. Mitch told me he interviewed the Shaman and Mancoluto is okay with it, he has never met a worthy opponent before, and it's a privilege for him to do this with me. It's a rite of passage in his tradition. I would eventually stop when I saw how weak he was and would return to help with the construction of Chimbre to ground back in. I met with Roberto letting him know I need to visit the sacred valley and take my girlfriend back home. She has had enough of the jungle. Then I would return for the big event planned in late April 2010. The opening of Chimbre. Dennis McKenna would be there and Mitch to share a screening of the DMT film, a final test before being launched worldwide. Roberto also informed me that Deepak Chopra's chef would be there cooking, and I would have to help and be the good looking white guy for all the people showing up to drink the medicine. Most arriving would be from high positions of power and a group of people with trauma and sickness. I would need to be on my top game to watch everything and report back to him to make sure things would go smooth.
Jessica and I would venture to a special place in the sacred valley; Mitch from the Spirit Molecule film told me he had stayed there before. We arrived at the hotel Sol y luna. The space was very earthy and grounding. Much needed rest after the medicine trip I just had. The sacred valley is located on a narrow strip of land 70 miles in length in the Peruvian Andes. It begins at the Incan capital of Cusco and into Machu Picchu. Here is where the Peruvian people still practice the bulk of their traditions, such as growing corn, raising alpacas, weaving bright coloured textiles and again speaking Quechua (the language of the Incas). The hotel would be our central hub to research all of the surrounding sites in the area.One morning, I was sitting for breakfast, planning our vacation, when an Australian woman named Courtney came to sit with me. She had many questions about who I was because she had a premonition (Vison) coming into this valley to work with her group and the Peruvian shaman accompanying them. Courtney explained to me her vision in great detail of a red man, not full blood, but half with a Spirit guide of the thunderbird. His totem wanted to fly with the Peruvian Condor. Courtney also explained that this man from her vision was very connected to the sky people. He came to Peru to open the way for many visitors to go into the amazon to experience the grandfather. She said, this man is you and introduced me to the Andean shaman to confirm her vision. Jose (shaman) agreed that I was indeed this man. Courtney invited me to join her tour of all the sites where they were visiting. I told her I have a girlfriend that I am with, her name is Jessica and very interested in Australia, and one day she would go there for her music career. I went back to Jessica, and she agreed to join the trip and hear more about Australia. We introduced ourselves to the group of people on tour. Courtney, who ran the trip, asked for everyone’s permission because they paid top dollar, and now we would be venturing with them for free. One man raised his hand and asked if I was a healer. I answered, maybe. He laughed and said free healing sessions and past life journeys for everyone to join the tour. I agreed and sat beside him in the back, and he told me he knew I was a healer and is very excited to work with me.
I found out quickly this was a group of people identified as lightworkers in certain new age circles. Our first stop was Pisac & Ollantaytambo, and it was one of the many important Incan empire cities. The ancient ruins sit high upon hilltops with steep terraces. The shaman took us through temples and stone structures that are carved from methods unknown. He performed a cleansing on me at this location. Jose said I had consumed too much of the medicine, and he told me that very soon, I would have to venture back to Canada and share the wisdom of the Andean people, not the San Pedro Cactus. Jose continued to explain that the cactus' ritual was for the people of Peru and their culture. His concern was the same as any other medicine men. North Americans would come into their countries and infect them with our negativity and exploit their family secrets. In the end, Jose was right. Jose, the shaman, let me know he was preparing me for the opening I would receive at Ollantaytambo at the sun temple.
We would arrive at Ollantaytambo, and instantly I felt the majestic presence this space would have been anchoring during the Incan rule. It served as the last stronghold during the Spanish invasion. The Incan resistance would protect their leader and eventually flee to Vilcabamba, located in Ecuador. The tour led us to the unfinished wall named the six monoliths at the sun temple. The temple of the sun was a calendar for the Incans.Unfortunately, the construction of the temple was incomplete, making it difficult to explain how it worked. What impacted me was the stonework. The stones are enormous and moved from a quarry on the high mountainside. Then across a river and up to the place where it sits. A distance of 6 km (3.7 miles).Here I would receive the activation. It is potent and transformative. I experienced a vision of my native thunderbird totem flying to meet the Peruvian condor totem at Machu Picchu. The Great condor Spirit would merge and balance my native lineage. The group was ready to leave, and we gathered for lunch in the village and then would drive back to the hotel. This was when the guests we were on tour with would start asking for their activations/healing sessions. For the remainder of the night and into the early morning, I would offer this. The group was thrilled with it all and wanted more. I would shift the group into a yoga class and meditation as I tried to conserve my energy to maintain my anchor while visiting all the ancient sites.
Jessica and I would venture on a trip to the Moray ruins. This is where I would perform a magical ceremony with altering space to open the angelic portal in preparation for my rip into Machu Picchu. I have done services before in other countries, but this one would be special for me. The Andean shaman prepped me with some information before we left for the ruins. The intricate stone rings of Moray were part of a large-scale ancient Incan agricultural system. The rings vary in size, with the largest and deepest of 30 meters (98 feet) and 220 meters (722 feet) wide. He also told me that many of the terraces contain soil from other parts of the region. They would have imported various mediums to test which crops grew the best in the different lands. The temperatures would vary from the top of the rings and at the bottom by as much as 15ºC. These variations would create micro-climates again, reassuring it was a testing site for crops or medicinal herbs. It was a short visit, and the ceremony was a hit. I accomplished my intentions for personal growth and generated peace and goodwill for the lands. Jessica and I would return to our space at the hotel. I would chill in the library, and she would hang out with the Australian group. I knew deep inside. I had to let her go because Jessica would eventually leave for Australia, and I would venture into the next trip to Peru on my own. I knew I would be drawing all the written coding in the form of fractals and geometry, and my girlfriend would not be able to ground into that trip with me. The outcome was that she would go to Australia on her own. Please see the Multidimensional man section to view the drawings.
The next morning we would venture to Machu Picchu and the temple of the sun. The temple construction is semicircular around a large boulder. The sun shines through one main temple window during the summer solstice that aligns the temple construction with the tip of a sacred mountain peak. Here the shaman performed another ceremony with ancient Incan instruments. Jose explained that Machu Picchu, specifically the climbing of the steps to the Intihuatana Stone (Sun Dial), was the final and highest point to a spiritual pilgrimage that would have started from the Island of the Sun in Lake Titicaca. We would arrive at the Condor temple, where the Inca shaped the rock into a condor in flight (three-dimensional bird). Under the temple is a cave where the remains of a mummy were found. Some historical references mentioned that Machu Picchu's condor area was a part of a prison complex, and the condor was an alter space for sacrificial ceremony's. During these readings, I wrote about the visions I had at the ancient ruins of Ollantaytambo, with the shaman (Jose) of my native thunderbird totem and the condor coming into balance. It did not happen at the condor temple location. The integration occurred on the way to visit the sundial. I was walking with the group, and I noticed a beautiful flower yellow in colour. I stopped to look at its beauty and began to eat it. This flower really spoke to me, and I could not help myself. It tasted delicious, so I ate more. I began to feel very sick on my descent back down to the parking lot. I started to vomit and get a massive headache and visions of those birds uniting together. Jose asked what was wrong with me; I told him I consumed this plant. He asked me to explain it, and when I did, Jose knew right away. Its name is the Four O'Clock Flower or Marvel of Peru (Mirabilis jalapa). Jose told me it's a very poisonous plant and needs to be consumed properly. He told me that I ate the plant in the late afternoon, and this was when it opened up, and its medicine was the strongest. The Aztecs cultivated the flower for medicinal purposes, and now I must go through the experience, and he would watch over me. We arrived back at the hotel, and I went to my room. I was in so much pain crying in agony; my liver was working overtime. I had to push through it, and the visions grew stronger—all of a sudden, everything when white. The angel Michael would visit me and told me to breathe slowly and let the poison take my body. The angel then told me to let go of my girlfriend, and my body was going through a calibration for a new mission. I fell asleep and awoke the next morning fresh with a unique perspective of our relationship as I submitted to her new journey.
We would join the group for the next trip that they said was the pinnacle point of their journey. Jose called it the Grand Galactic Gate, a portal where interdimensional beings would cross in the Hayu Marca region. The shaman was very excited to bring the group here; he spoke about the Ancient Incan legend of a stargate, a mysterious door located in the Lake Titicaca region. Their mythology talks about the sky people returning to visit humankind in “Solar Ships,” and man would meet the creator gods. This Stargate measures 7 meters wide and 7 meters high, sculpted in perfect form. I instantly connected to these lands, and I knew it would challenge my extraterrestrial activity theories. I did experience some ET activity in Cusco during my ayahuasca ceremony, but this trip would be the next level. Each of us, one at a time, would stand in the doorway of the Stargate. The intention was to connect with the solar energies and the presence of the portal. When it was my turn, I instantly felt the frequencies that seemed were from another dimension. I assumed this connection I felt connected to all the medicine I have been consuming, but I understood what I was experiencing was connected to the lands. After my turn in the gateway, I went for a walk a little further up in the mountains. I laid down to rest my eyes and felt an unwanted presence. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, a strange brown being looked at me with deep black eyes. I could not hold this vision for too long. It was a visual sensation of flipping TV channels. I did my best to maintain its channel so that I could communicate with it. I was freaking out just a little bit as I noticed its shifting holographic form. It seemed like it was projecting itself from another dimension into ours. I asked it to leave; it was not supposed to be here and not to come back. I would say nothing to anybody on the trip, which is the first time I have spoken of it. After Hayu Marca, we would drive to lake Titicaca and stay the night.
This zone would again challenge my Theories of Extraterrestrial activity. According to Jose and Inca mythology, Lake Titicaca is one of the most mysterious places on Earth. The cradle of solar rule and home to the legendary sun gods. It is the largest lake in South America, situated 3811 meters in the Andes in terms of water volume. The lake is home to over 2,000 residents living on floating islands, and the locals tell stories of mysterious lights in the sky and underwater city’s. According to the Incan mythology down below, the lake lives a megalopolis of people who still reside there. Even Spanish chroniclers from the sixteenth century spoke of the natives who reside on the islands of Titicaca. The Incan Indians guard the path starting from the shore, leading to a vast palace and many other ruins reaching its bottom. Over the years, science has been researching these legends through the form of archaeology. They found evidence of ruins and ancient temples in the lake waters dating over 1000 years old. They found roadways and walls with proof of ancient agriculture. We took a boat across to the islands to visit the natives. We discovered that the lake has evolved into a touristic location where they would sell items. It did take some of the magic out of the mythology. We enjoyed the floating reeds and meeting the villagers, and eventually took the boat back to shore and would arrive back at the hotel. We would all take an early night. At one point, I would awake to toss and turn with dreams of alien ships flying above the lake. I went outside for a walk and noticed strange lights in the sky over the lake. This light is stated as one and split apart into three. These three lights would move horizontally and vertically. At this point, I noticed Smaller lights separating from the main three. These smaller lights would drop downwards and disappear into the lake. Suddenly, I heard that familiar sonic boom echo in the sky and the leading three lights merged back to one and vanished in the air. I would go back to my room and was up for most of the night, wondering what just happened and what I witnessed. The next day we would leave back to the hotel in the sacred valley and the following morning go back to Cusco. This is where my girlfriend made the connections she needed to plan her trip to Australia. We would arrive back in Toronto, I would fly to Egypt, and she would prepare for her new life in Australia, where she still resides to this day. Please see the Egypt section of the website to read about my journey there.
I returned to the Chimbre space. It was 80 percent complete, and this is where things would begin to turn in a direction that would eventually have me leave and return to Canada. The Shaman would start to show signs of grand superiority as it looked like I was able to ground my darkness, and he was not. I arrived, and right away, the Shaman wanted me to start consuming the medicine. I told him there would be too many people here, and I need to be present — just a reminder he always had a translator with him. I told him we needed to have some exercises and other transformational activities available for the people to attend for help after consuming the medicine. Many people here have not experienced anything like this before. He said no yoga and spiritual modalities. We don’t support those things. Yoga is for the monkeys in the trees. Mancoluto also told me he does not want me treating people or helping anyone through their journey because a healer is the lowest level you can be on the totem pole. Then he reminded me that his visions, along with his translators, were putting an end to Spirituality. I now understood there was a potential problem. Roberto had brought a team of advisors with him various individuals from all sorts of backgrounds that understood theory more than practice. This was also a potential problem.They had friendly philosophy, but at this point, it would require a large extinguisher to put out all the fire that everyone’s ego would ignite. The opening of Chimbre was in full swing people from all over the world were attending. Participants came to drink the medicine with various illnesses and diseases. They drank the medicine at sunset, and during the night, the jungles would be emanating eerie sounds of screaming, crying, and vomiting. The participants had walkie-talkies with them, so they could call for help when it got too rough. At one point the when the medicine peaked, all I heard was walkie talkies going off and many asking for help. During the day, everybody would rest, and things were off to a good start. Late afternoon the Shaman would greet the people wearing a new garment. It was a long cape-like outfit with a cloth crown placed atop his head. He even had a new thrown made a fancy chair to sit in. It was quite amusing for me to see the Shaman go from rags to riches so quickly. Some of the guests that arrived to share workshops and seminars reacted to the king of shamans with mind games of tug and war. Even some of the guests that attended to consume the medicine started a mini mutiny. A small group formed an alliance and would sneak out from the retreat space and begin drinking the Ayahuasca with other shamans in the local villages nearby. All in all, it worked well. We were a week into the event, and the attendees would begin to get restless. Some needed counselling others needed to move their bodies and wanted to do yoga, but alas, the Shaman did not want these things provided, and it was not easy to navigate everybody through their process. This was when Roberto asked for the good looking white guy charm to start or kick in, especially for the various political people there. Of course, I would be there for many and help through their process, and at times I would have meetings with Roberto to let him know how everybody was doing. Roberto has a great heart and wanted to provide a safe haven for people to heal. The Shaman not as much; for him, it was more of a game. He would often get paranoid, thinking people were trying to steal his family secrets and wanted the ingredients to his San Pedro Brew. I would help out Roberto with one more event at Chimbre. In between those events, I spent lots of time with Roberto and got to hear and see with my own eyes how many people were taking advantage of him. I visited his home in New York and was able to see the homesteader side of him. I was even around for many phone calls from Wall Street. They would be challenging him to come back to work all the time and would not let him entirely leave.
I would eventually leave Roberto and Chimbre. He understood my struggles with the Shaman but could not hear my warnings. He invested everything in him. On my last day, the Shaman and his translator would take me out to the airport. He asked me if I had any visions about him or foresight to the future of Chimbre.I told him I did have visions of him. I then asked the Shaman if he knew how to fight. He said yes. I meant physically, not mentally. Again he replied yes, he used to compete on the streets when he was younger. I replied to the Shaman that I saw him in a large room large enough to fit hundreds of people. He was fighting every day, swinging his arms around, punching and kicking to defend himself. He was alone in that room, and everyone was against him. I looked at the translator; he was young, blond and white-skinned. I told him that anytime you have the intention to put an end to something in you and the Shaman's situation, putting an end to Spirituality, it never goes well. I said, please be careful with your teacher. You don't want to be in that room fighting with him. A year later, I would get a phone call from Roberto. I was up in Cottage country, Northern Canada recuperating from a trip to Ecuador. He was crying and angry and told me what the Shaman did. A young man died at the retreat centre. The Shaman was questioned; he said to everybody searching for the missing man he must have run off, and nobody has seen him. The whole time this person was buried at the chimbre location. On September 11th, the Shaman was having dinner with Roberto and told him the missing man died, and he buried him in the ground. Roberto was sick and in shock. He was crying on the phone with me in distress. The Maestro Mancoluto greatest fear manifested for him. Yes, the man did die under the influence of plant medicines. Nobody knows for sure how it happened. But I can say this his fear of people discovering the ancient secret of his family's Chavin traditions and ingredients used in the mixture of the San Pedro clouded his judgement of calling the Police right away. It would have saved Kyles ( The young man who died), many family hours of grieving and searching through Peru for him. But in the Shaman's world, Kyle was already dead, and the body needed to decompose to hide the secret ingredients. Maestro Mancoluto started drinking the medicine at a young age he told me from the time he was eight years of age. He drank five times a week until the age of 28. This was his family tradition into the path of Shaman. He took an oath that at all costs, he needed to protect the medicine and the Chavin and in the end, he did.At all times, there should have been someone in charge of watching the Shaman, someone appointed to make sure he would not slip into the abyss of his darkness. Chimbre and Roberto's vision of healing for many people was a grand one, but the jungles of Peru were not ready for their influx. The medicine has left the Amazones and ventured into the concrete mechanized Jungels of north America and Europe. Many shamans have turned into drug dealers, filling their pockets with money and women, a trend similar to the Yoga industry. Medicine in India is yoga. It left the shores of the Ganges river for the same reasons money and woman. Most of the population is looking for a quick fix, instant gratification, and bypassing many spiritual development levels. Many of us have forgotten the ways of Nature. Practices of health and spiritual growth were explicitly invited to specific geographic locations to align with skin colour; language food types for the people living there.