I’d been critically ill in Puerto Vallarta for five months. An allergy to four metal implants left me with an ‘incurable’ bone infection. Ten courses of full strength antibiotics had failed to halt the terrible spread of infection that had eaten deep into my jaw. It showed no signs of stopping.
“Lord I will do ANYTHING to get rid of this infection! Please, tell me what I need to do!”
“Climb Popocateptl on the Summer Solstice to be a Vessel for Ocean Healing. Do this and you will leave the mountain free of the infection.”
Popocatepetl is a very special Volcano to me, he is located near Mexico City, is the 2nd highest Mountain in Mexico and the fifth-highest mountain peak in North America. No-one is allowed to climb this very active volcano.
The Solstice was 2 weeks away. I had been in bed, not able to eat anything solid, for 5 months. I had pneumonia and tendonitis due to all the antibiotics. I was expected to get out of bed, at sea level, to climb 18000 feet above sea level, to do an Ocean Healing?
THIS is what it will take to heal my jaw?? Seriously??!!
I couldn’t even begin to imagine how I was going to pull this off. But I’ve learned to take one step at a time, I’m always Guided. How is not my business.
The dentists had given up, their next solution was cutting my jaw open to abrade the remaining bone with sandpaper, in the hopes that a new course of antibiotics might take better hold.
I booked a flight to Mexico City.
Through God who Strengthens Me I was able to climb this mountain to the the Sacred Place we were clearly Guided to.
As I offered myself as a Vessel for the Healing, the infection left my jaw.
Two years later, Upstairs Management told me that anyone who watches the video and DOES THE OCEAN HEALING WITH ME, will access the same energy that stopped my infection in its tracks.
The invitation is DO the Visualisation with me, in whatever way feels good to you. You can’t get it wrong, it’s your heart and intention that matters.
This happened in 2010 after the first BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Now ALL of our waters are in urgent need of healing, so allow yourself to be Guided to whatever part of the world you want to center the Healing on.
There is reported increase in benefit from doing this repeatedly – it’s only 6.30 minutes and the worst thing that can happen is you’ll be doing a good deed for our Mother Earth.
I don’t know what will or won’t happen for you, I only know what happened to me, and people I showed this too. I’m still researching, I always will be, I’m so grateful for the good things that have come out of this extremely challenging experience.
21st June; Solstice 2010: Linda, Eduardo and I arrive at the base of Popocatépetl a little before 6.30am, just as the sky is beginning to lighten.
We park in the car park nearest the road block and get out, keeping an eye out for the guards. I am nervous, for so many reasons. Not about being caught, after getting me this far, God would never allow that to happen. But I have no idea what to expect, or how I will climb a mountain when I’ve spent most of the year critically ill in bed.
I just know I have to do this. I have been summoned to this Volcano that I’ve loved for years, and I will somehow get to the power spot I’m to do the Ocean Healing from.
I take a deep breath and lead the way through the road blocks and on to the path that leads to the volcano.
It is bitingly cold after tropical Puerto Vallarta. I can see my breath as well as Popo’s.
We stop at the electric fence that encircles the entire volcano. It’s decision making time, Eduardo is ready to turn back; trespassing could equal Mexican jail time here. I have to move fast or we’ll lose him, but is the fence live?
I ask for an animal sign.
A bird lands on the fence post and cocks its head at me. I flash on my friend David sitting in the sanctuary he’s created back in Vallarta. He said he would send me strength and healing and guidance through Birds for this climb!
Deep breath, I didn’t come this far to be electrocuted. I am protected. I stick my hand on the fence, exhale in relief, and dodge through, holding it up for Linda and the reluctant Eduardo. Our journey on Popocateptl – Smoking Mountain – has begun.
The light is beautiful in the pine forest as the sun begins to rise; dew sparkles magically on the tufts and the colors are surreal.
We are never left in doubt as to which path to follow, though we have to scramble over and through several fences and closed roads before we finally reach the foot of the volcano.
Much to my relief, Popo is nothing like the mountains at home in New Zealand. Climbing him is more like going for a really long walk uphill through forests and grass tufts.
It’s exhausting especially at this altitude after coming straight from sea level, but as promised God gives me strength and draws me up… and up.
“Where are we going exactly?” Eduardo asks.
“I’ll know when we get there” is my true, but less than reassuring answer.
We have come through the lowlands and are now climbing seriously. I am grabbing the tufts and using them to pull myself up with.
My pneumonia weakened lungs are gasping for air. Linda and I are taking turns at having mini health crisis’s as we climb.
I am amazed at how well we are doing, at what we are doing, climbing this forbidden volcano against all odds.
“We must do the things we cannot do” becomes my mantra as I struggle and fall, and rise again and struggle and fall and weep with pain as my tendons scream in protest. I crawl; hand over hand from tuft to tuft toward the top of the highest rise yet.
Linda and Eduardo are already up and over, I don’t think I can make it, I keep getting tangled up in my cape and water bottle, I can’t breathe, I CAN’T BREATHE.
“HELP ME! I can’t go any further.” I slip and collapse, staying put where I fall, afraid I’ll slide further down and have to climb back up again. I calm my breathing and reach out. “God, You’re gonna have to bring me the rest of the way, I’m done.”
“You can do it, I will help you.” And together we begin again until finally I am over the ridge where Linda and Eduardo point out a hummingbird showing the way to the next part of the journey.
All concept of time ceases to exist as we are drawn steadily up, resting as needed.
And suddenly we are there, and all of us know it, we have found the place where we are to do the earth healing.
The photos and video don’t begin to capture the energy of this place, and the presence of the hulking snow speckled volcano.
I lay down in a nest of bluebonnets, connecting immediately to my Austin family: Spring in Austin is rich with these beautiful flowers. From this vantage I watch as Popo puffs out hearts for me, I almost managed to capture one on film. The experience is beyond description. We made it!
Against all odds we climbed this sacred mountain and found the place that was calling us to do the healing. We summon the directions and the air becomes increasing charged as we begin the ceremony.
I record a part of the healing mediation. It’s certainly not my best work, and the video quality is that of a cheap borrowed camera, but it works!
Linda and Eduardo rest after the earth healing. I cannot rest. I have to get closer, I leave them in this magical place and continue to climb; deliberately not thinking about how I am going to make it back again.
The tufts become more sparse, and rich dark volcanic ash more common as I continue trekking upward in my ridiculous lace up jeans and open sneakers. Finally I reach yet another fence, this one is barbed wire in alarmingly good nick. It reaches as far as my eye can see. Getting over that is going to be brutal.
I stand at the fence and open my heart wide calling out to Popo. “Now what?!”
Without warning the volcanic activity goes nuts! Great darkening plumes of smoke start pumping from his crater, the energy on the mountain shifts abruptly and I hear Linda yelling frantically for me to come down NOW.
“You can’t be serious! After all this, it’s going to end here?!”
“No, it doesn’t end here. Go back to the hotel, you are to stay another night.”
“Ok, but you are going to have to help me get back down again, it took half an hour to climb from Linda and Eduardo to here, they are leaving now, I have to make the trip back to them in minutes.”
A bird calls overhead and flies across my path leading me away from the grass tufts, I follow it and laugh when it leads me to a clear path of hard packed ash that runs straight down the mountain. “Where the heck was this when I was struggling up through the tufts?!”
I set off at a jog, spurred by Linda’s calls, they have left and I don’t think I can find my way back down without them.
I DO make the trip back in just a few minutes and manage to catch up with them as they hare down the path.
Until this point the weather could not have been more perfect.
I know it won’t rain despite the fact that it has done so every day and night for a week, I am not quite so sure that Popo won’t blow his top, but I’m certain we won’t be hurt if he does.
Eduardo doesn’t have the same sense of security.
I can’t keep up with them, my hips and knees are giving out, I am very grateful for the birds continuing to guide us to paths far easier than the ones we came up on.
Eventually the pain becomes so bad and my joints so wobbly that I stop trying to keep up and slow down to a more comfortable ambling walk, I need all the air I can get at this elevation. I still have a long way to go down the mountain.
The miracles that followed are another story for another time.
