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Published: January 14th 2006
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Diego (in disguise) Arrived yesterday morning. The trip started strangely. I started to wonder about the mysteries of the Mayan and the Mayan Calander. There's a certain quality of energy that arises from the earth and environment around me when I contemplate all that. Don't get me wrong. I've never been able to figure out the Mayan Calander, who can? I guess for me, it's been interesting thinking about and enough simply to know it's there and doing its thing somewhere in the background. Yes, "James" after reading the Mayan Factor, harmonically converged with everyone else in the bliss days of New Age back in 1987. Then a tapestry was given to him from Chitzen Nitzen (sp?) that he felt about saved his briain from exploding, for the tapestry depicted very specifically the images and the line of events that had happened to him out on the desert at Joshua Tree and the he felt no one else could never know about. But there it was. A lover who had harmonically converged at Chitsen Itzen (spelling?) brought it back for him. Somehow she knew, or the tapestry artist knew, somehow it was witnessed. At that time, after the rainbows appeared in his tent in
Her Heart
Happens to Shine Here the morning, he went out to make tea and a hummingbird landed on his mouth and sipped from under his tongue--all this and more was on the tapestry, now lost for years. Maybe he was going there to find another tapestry?
Enough of writing on "James".
It was a dark dawn when I left. I just wasn't sure I was up for the trip to Guatemala, land of the Maya. After all, I'd just been in India with the Myss Tour, then back in LA, then in the Palm Beaches. I had a hard time just getting it up to pack.
Then The taxi never showed to take me to the airport. Änother taxi did. It was a tone of one FALSE emergency after another...much weirdness that dawn just in front of the cottage in Palm Beach. Oh whoa, whoa, I totally forgot to write this down in the third person sig, "James", well, plenty of time for that later!
But..this prompted a feeling that I was not going to be faced with any true emergency.
If so...why couldn't I relax, visit the ladies there, have some wild fun?
It wasn't the
Saint Cecilia
Village and Cecilia time.
OK, who is Diego? Whoa, who isn't Diego? There are so many "who am I's" in Diego running around it's hard to keep track of them. And most of them belt out bad song lyrics--rarely on cue.
"Diego" and "James". Great. What a duo.
OK, this is the fellow who invited James to Guatemala to work on people, and then asked what James's client schedule was to be in Guatemala.....as if "James" had any clients other than Diego in Guatemala...and a fine fellow indeed. We will call him Diego¨, also addressing him in the third person. And why not? Feel free to refer to yourself in the third person for a few days, before you laugh yourself standing up. Diego picked James up at the airport. Diego is nothing like Carolyn Myss. This tour is nothing like the Myss tour (scroll down for India)
Diego is orginally a client from LA He cannot yet get back into the states. He wants me to get my hands on as many people as I can here. It's like a Mini Intensive, where someone flies in from around the country or the world to
Saint Cecilia
A Sunday Celebration palm beach (or LA) for a series of craniOcean sessions, or flies me out to work on them and on heir famiies, but this is like a Country Wide Mini Intensive with lots of travel in between sessions. So. I'm here to Work. And to do what I can to contribute. Diego seems to have figured out that I don't have any other clients in Guatemala besides him, so I guess he's going to keep me very busy working on any and all members of his family.
His family spans the entire south of the country.
Lately, I've been going where I've been invited (NYC, NH, CONN, TX, ETC) but this is the first time I've taken up an invitation to go out of the country to work on folks.
I could get tweaked but since I made it to the airport after all, it shows me it's best to get out of emergency thinking--these are all false emergencies.
Ok, breathe, ground. The taxis didn't show up, but one did. I made to the airport and flew across the Gulfcoast fine. No problem here.
Let me try and focus on travelblog type material. We are now in ¨Guatamala City. The food here surpasses all expectation. The service here dances with India.
(I can't think of anything else to say right now that is travelblog-pc.)
OK, Diego´s sister is named Cecilia. Neither of us realized this small procession was in honor of Saint Cecilia. There are a lot of Saints in Guatemala, James has been told. Not sure what Saint Cecilia is the patron saint of...but....it´s starting to look a lot like India.
The photo of Frida...was not planned...the heart is located just left of the midline of the human body...(see similar anomoly at Taj Mahal at dawn, scroll down)
Diego and James talked about this, Wherever you are there YOU are
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