From city to city connections were made.
An avenue opened up every place I went, with knowledge and inspiration imparted in some way. I found myself being pushed forward by an unseen force, with my internal guiding source.
In Panama City, I was drawn to the jungle for what I could not draw energy from within a city. Plants giving a life-sustaining force that I can only get high from in lushness of the green.
I was dropped off into a park, knowing that I would find a way out, not sure what way it would be. After taking my time and connecting to where I was, I resurfaced from the jungle.
It was getting late with no taxis in sight.
30 minutes from the city
I heard my heart tell me.
Patient I was, as I was about to start panicking, a man I had passed came strolling out of the pathway.
My heart told me to connect with him, so I told him my dilemma.
Would you like a ride to a phone? he asked
I felt only positive intentions.
Yes, I would
It’s fascinating that one chance meeting can alter the course of the rest of life. Connections and interactions that are seemingly random happen to be no coincidence at all.
This encounter turned into friendship, trust and appreciation. We were lead down rabbit holes of discussion, hours of disclosing life, liberty and the pursuit. Reaffirming that like attracts like, both of us pleasantly surprised with the spontaneity of mutual admiration.
same, same but different.
Peter, a graphic designer whose hand will be playing into my blog quite soon, introduced me to his friend living in Panama City, who on worldly levels is creating positive change, working for the UN.
like a sting of lights,
illuminating incredible people.
connected me to
I was utterly alone in this city, and felt the sting of doubt entering my veins, until I was unsure of everything.
Doubt is an an evil archnemisis to creating, as it was seeping in, I felt my bubbles of dreams popping right in front of me.
If I can’t believe in my dreams, no one will do it for me.
With that I took all I could muster, and pushed myself back into knowing, the cornerstone for creating.
I will do this, I told myself, reminding me of my purpose.
As I shifted myself into perspective and motivation, a wave of relief came over me.
Soon after, a light appeared in my life,
this connection from Panama city.
We met at a coffee shop, he said to me.
“I can help you explore my country, come to my house and I will draw you out a map, what you are seeking can be found. I will help you achieve your dreams”
Trusting my heart, I went with him to his house.
Walking into his family’s beautiful Peruvian home, open-aired and exquisite, I felt a connection to the culture and family that lived within the walls.
Callpa and I sat for hours, connecting and elaborating on this undertaking.
again Illuminating my journey
Your last name is Luna?
I asked him unbelievably
What does Callpa mean?
“It is Incan” he told me
“Representing times after chaos coming back to the earth
not a line, but rather a circle.”
I understood, and spoke to him
“I know It is my purpose to help create this change in the world
After seeing what I have viewed, something has to be shifted drastically, we are ignorantly putting things first that don’t need to be. Our values askew, we turn blind eyes to what needs to be seen.
I see destruction ravaging this world.
How can something so beautiful, be destroyed so absently?
It hurts my heart! ”
I lamented to him.
My people lived on these lands, and while they may seem simple, they understood them. There is a sacred mountain that you will visit, I would like you to know about.
The face of an Incan was carved into this mountain, when the Spanish came conquering and converting, dispelling the Incans belief system, they asked them.
“Where is your god, you can’t see him?!”
the Incans would point up to the mountain.
The spaniards laughing
“That is just a carving of stone!”
On the winter solstice, the sun would light up the face
“There is our god” pointing at the shadow looming over the valley.
Callpa adequately prepared me for my journey, helping me with what was needed….
I set off with my treasure map, knowledge of lands, and heart as my compass.
Trust is an intrinsic feeling, and beyond all the fear and worry conditions, in a foreign country, I have learned to trust my inner feelings.
I opened to trust, and created amazing friendships, the only expectations were guidance and connection.
Thank you for the amazing illumination, support and encouragement for my dream.
Thank you Callpa for all of your guidance, hospitality and generosity.
My heading was designed by him, his amazing art-work is connected to Incans.
Check him out.
Thank you also to Renatio for the ride and tour of Lima : )