Letters from Drunvalo 1.6 by Drunvalo Melchizedek

Letters from Drunvalo Volume 1 Issue 6
© Spirit of Ma'at 2003

The Cenote at Dzibilchaltun

The cenotes (pronounced "sa-NOH-tays") are sacred pools — sometimes even good-sized lakes — fed by underground springs. For the Mayans, all sacred sites must be near some kind of cenote, for these springs are seen as doorways to the Other World. The waters of the cenotes are thought to have profound healing qualities, and the cenote at Dzibilchaltun is among the most notable.

So after we watched the sun of the Spring Equinox rising through the stone temple at Dzibilchaltun, we went to its cenote, a beautiful pond at the jungle's edge. There, we gathered among the stone ruins beside it and held an impromptu service, meditating in behalf of the Mayans, our journey, and healing for the war in Iraq, which had begun on exactly the eve of our quest.

Following the ceremony, the keepers of the ancient Crystal Skull placed this sacred object upon a cloth and allowed each of us to touch it and feel its power.

It was at this time that we encountered the strongest and most horrific manifestation of the dark energy that was trying to enter our circle. It took control of the body of the woman hosting it, and, through her, attempted to destroy the skull!

We had been keeping careful watch to protect our group from this entity. LionFire was carefully guarding the skull. Nevertheless, it took all of his strength and that of two other men to save this priceless sacred object from harm.

We now knew just how strong and determined this energy was. Without question, the entity would have to be cleared from this woman's body before we could participate in the next day's ceremony at Chichen Itza.

As many of our group commented, however, this dark-side energy was among us for a reason. It was very much a part of the problem we sought to help heal in the world, and we knew that we had to deal with it "in a good way" — with love, compassion, and even gratitude, especially toward that member of our group who had agreed, at some higher level of her being, to play such a difficult role.

Exhilarated, awed, yet chastened, we returned to Los Aluxes for breakfast, then set out for the next adventure of our journey at the incomparable Caves of Balancanche (I say "caves" because this one cave has many arms that move in different directions).

Our Guide Humberto

Let me now say a little more about Humberto Gomez, our amazing guide through Mayaland.

Humberto is a man in his early seventies who looks to be about sixty. He is a short, very slight man with an aristocratic mien and bearing, like the Spanish hidalgos of his heritage.

For the first two days of our trip, he was quiet. Polite, charming, extremely helpful — but quiet and unassuming.

On the way to Balancanche, however, Humberto could not maintain his silence. I have told you that he had a degree in archeology. Now, however, I learned not only that he was an extremely erudite man with a vast knowledge of the archeology of his homeland, but that it had been he, Humberto Gomez, who as a young man had actually discovered the Caves of Balancanche!

As we drove into the parking lot at Balancanche, I finally realized that Humberto knew more about this site than any other person alive.

Although we'd been up for hours that day, it was still early when we arrived at the Balancanche museum. The caves were not yet open. So while we were waiting, I invited Humberto to tell us all about his discovery.

We gathered 'round, excited to hear what he had to say. And at first apologetically, but soon with great verve and color, Humberto made his incredible long-ago experience come alive for us.

It was to be the first of many stories with which Humberto would regale us on our spiral trip through the Yucatôn. What an amazing storyteller he was!

Humberto's Story

Humberto was a student of archeology in his early twenties when he happened one day upon a small, dirt-walled cave near his home. Telling no one about it, he made the cave his very own hideout. He used to go there to meditate or just to be by himself.

The cave was a magical place for Humberto, but there was really nothing special about it, he told us — certainly nothing that suggested it might have ancient Mayan roots. It was just a cave. But it was his cave, and he continued to visit it for many years.

Then one day, in 1959, Humberto had the urge to begin tapping upon a specific portion of the cave's side. This tapping produced a kind of hollow sound.

The wall was glazed over by the same natural chemicals that had been oozing out of the earth there for millions of years. It looked like any other part of the cave. But as Humberto dug through the earthen caveside, he found, hidden behind it, the familiar brick-and-mortar remains of an ancient Mayan wall!

Imagine his excitement as he carefully removed a few stones from that wall, enough to go through it into the vast, hitherto-unknown underground cavern that was concealed on the other side.

All alone, Humberto made his way through seemingly endless corridors and pathways in the rock. And there, he found something unheard of and unduplicated anywhere in Mayaland. For scattered throughout the caves there were altars made of natural stalagmite/stalactite columns. And around these altars were offerings that had been made perhaps a thousand years before, untouched in all that time. Each of the hundreds of clay pots, implements, images, and querns that had been offered up to the rain god, Chac, rested just where it had been placed by ancient Mayan hands in some long-ago ceremony. Nothing within had ever been seen or touched in all the years since the cave was sealed from human view.

Humberto immediately sought out government officials to tell them of this archeological discovery, in order to ensure that all it contained would be protected from disruption or vandalism.

Normally, when a site is found in Mexico, the government takes everything it can find and removes it to a museum. But in this most unusual instance, the scientists and officials who first entered the cave realized the importance of preserving what Humberto had found. They immediately shut up the entrance and set a guard to protect it.

And so it remains, untouched to this day. Nothing has been moved except to make a small path through the complex so that visitors can experience the cave as it was first discovered.

After the government came, however, word got around, and the next day, a group of Mayan elders and shamans appeared and announced that they were going inside to perform a ceremony. Humberto told us this with an amused smile. The Mayans did not, he emphasized, ask whether or not it would be all right for them to enter the cave and conduct this ceremony. They said, "We are going to do this."

Well, and then the government said, "But you can't!"

The argument and debate went on for a while, until the government finally said the Mayans could do their ceremony — but only if officials were allowed to attend and take photographs!

More argument and debate. Finally, the Mayans gave in, on two conditions: Everyone who went into the cave must be sworn to secrecy. And no one could leave until it was over — which meant twenty-four hours without food or water. If anyone left before it was over, the Mayans warned, they could not take responsibility for the awful consequences that would ensue.

And so it was agreed. The Mayans and the Mexicans went down into the darkness of the earth to perform the ceremony — and emerged, twenty-four hours later, into a torrential rainstorm. This was the sign that the Mayans were looking for. They knew then that Chac, the rain god, had accepted their prayers.

Humberto was one of the participants in that ceremony to Chac, and has never forgotten its power.

After Balancanche, Humberto turned out to be an entertaining treasure chest of wonderful stories and information about the sites we visited and the history of the Yucatàn. And I asked him once if he would tell me about that ceremony at Balancanche. But he said no. He had promised. It was the only time he ever refused to answer a question.

In the Caves of Balancanche

I had never been into the Caves of Balancanche before, so it was a treat that I looked forward to with great anticipation. But neither I nor anyone else in our group could have expected or even imagined the experience we had there.

To begin with, we were expecting that we would have to remain at Balancanche most of the day. This is because, in protecting the cave, the guards would allow only 10 people at one time to go through. It was only in these numbers that it would be possible for them to watch closely enough to make sure that nothing was taken or even touched.

But Humberto had participated in our first ceremonies, and could see the reverence we had for the sites and the Mayan people. He knew that we had permission from the Ancients to be there. And since he had discovered this site, he had the power to make an exception. We would be allowed to go in, we were informed, in groups of 20.

This was already a great honor and trust. But as we started to divide into three groups, Humberto convinced the guards to grant us a further concession. We would be allowed, he said, to go in two groups of 30!

I was the last person in the first group. With great reverence, we wound our way through the jungle pathway to the mouth of the cave. Birds and the flowers all seemed to be bowing their heads. The hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up.

Entering that cave felt like entering the womb of the Mother. Immediately, my heart began to open. It was a completely involuntary response to the energies that were there.

We continued into the depths of the Earth, deeper and deeper into the darkness. And I knew that this was one of the most sacred places I had ever been in. My heart kept opening more and more. I could feel that the same thing was happening to all of the others in front of me.

I found myself chanting softly.

Then I heard a sound behind me. I turned to see who was there, and saw our second group rapidly approaching. I couldn't understand what these people were doing there. Had they made a mistake? Were they not following instructions?

The first person of this second group approached me, smiling, feeling the sacredness. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Humberto decided to let us all go in as one group," she said.

I said to myself, "Of course." It felt so right having us all there together. My heart was already bursting with the sacredness and beauty of this place. This unexpected change just about put me over the edge.

And so we went on, a group of 60 people where normally only 10 were permitted, all united in a feeling of love and spiritual awe that was unlike anything any of us had ever felt before.

And then we entered the main part of the cave, where an enormous stalagmite had millions of years ago joined as one with an equally enormous stalactite, creating a giant pillar. Around the pillar were the offerings that had been left there by the Mayans. Prayer pottery and vessels were arranged on the ground all around this central column, sitting there just as they had been for hundreds and thousands of years.

The feeling of holiness was overwhelming. My heart could not hold in the tears. I began to cry. With tears blurring my vision, I looked around, and saw that all of the people near me also were in tears.

We had come to Mayaland to experience the sacred space of the heart. And here we were, in an actual physical space that was alive with the heart's living vibration — and all of our beings were in tune with this space, together. My whole being was vibrating!

As we continued to wind through these caverns, there were two more, somewhat smaller, stalagmite/stalactite altars, with their ancient offerings. And the feeling of holiness kept building.

The Cenote of Balancanche

Just as the Secret Chamber of the human Heart is always associated with water, I finally came to another chamber in that cave where a pool of water pulled me toward it. The water in that pool was so clear, you could barely see it as it emerged out of an adjacent cave. This water was alive. Really alive.

When you looked into this cenote, it was as though you were looking into another world.

There were three people from our group standing there crying, and as I approached we all fell into each other's arms.

At that moment, I knew that I was with my tribe. And with our tears and our open hearts, we were praying for ourselves, the Mayan people, and Mother Earth.

I knew this place. I had felt it before, within my own heart. Can you imagine what it was like to be in this space physically, with other physical beings, all experiencing the same thing? It was like nothing that had ever happened to me before.

Finally, the guards signaled to us. Our time there was over.

As I turned to leave, I could not speak. I barely remember walking out of the cave. It seemed like a dream.

The next thing I knew, I was out of the cave approaching the museum. I sat down by myself and closed my eyes. I was still vibrating in my heart. It took a good half-hour before the experience of what just happened was grounded enough so that I could stand and begin walking back to the bus.

I will never forget this experience, or the Mayans whose prayers still resonate in this sacred space, or the beautiful people who entered into the Mother with me. Sitting under a tree waiting for the rest of the group to come, I remembered the prayer of my most intimate teacher, Cradle-Flower of the Taos Pueblo:

Beauty before me
Beauty behind me
Beauty on my left
Beauty on my right
Beauty above me
Beauty below me
Beauty is love
Love is God

On to Chichen Itza

The elegant Mayaland Hotel is nestled in the Yucatàn jungle on the edge of the Chichen Itza temple site. We went straight there from Balancanche, arriving much earlier than we had expected because of our ease in visiting the Caves.

heart meditation teaching

That night, before dinner, I taught our two groups — the Europeans with Carolina Hehenkamp and our own group — all about the Living in the Heart Meditation. It was new only to a few of the participants. Many had already learned the meditation in a former workshop.

With our powerful experiences of that afternoon, even those who had never done this heart meditation before were able to easily understand what this was all about: why we need to move our consciousness out of the brain and into the physical heart; and how it's done.

Then, after dinner, under the stars, in this beautiful place with the Heart Chakra pyramid of Chichen Itza close by, we all entered the Heart Space together.

And Finally, the Dark Side

Now, with everyone else going off to rest up for the great Equinox celebration, it was time for me to deal with the entity problem we had became aware of in the first ceremony at Labna and that morning with the Crystal Skull at Dzibilchaltun. This had to be attended to before we would be clear to participate in tomorrow's ceremony at Chichen Itza. Otherwise, this energy would be able to interfere with everything all of us were attempting to achieve. We could not ignore it.

My estimation of what was going on was that this woman, part of our group on this trip, had a spirit or spirits within her whose intention it was to disrupt what we were doing, and in any way possible.

So the leaders and I met and agreed that the situation had to be handled before we went to bed that night, since we were going to start out so early the next day.

But we couldn't figure out where to do the healing. I knew from experience that the woman would be screaming when the entity left her body, and you can't have a woman screaming in a hotel. Someone would call the police! What to do?

We asked Humberto where we could go. He seemed to understand and suggested an area near the hotel parking lot. It still wasn't private enough, but we decided that we could put our van there, and do the healing inside the van. If she screamed, the sound would be muffled.

Finally, everything was arranged. The woman lay down across the van's middle seat. Two people from our group remained outside, in case someone approached. And two were inside the van, in case help was needed.

The Shadow of Ancient Sacrifice

As I began to connect with the entities inside this woman, I realized that there were several, but that two of them were really one, and that this two-in-one entity was extremely powerful. It was connected to the Mayan world and the ancient sacrificial ceremonies. In fact, this two-in-one entity and its desire to create chaos had actually been the force behind the Mayan practice of human sacrifice!

This double entity lived not only in this woman but in about sixty other people in Mayaland. It was interwoven and integrated into the land itself. It knew why we had come, and was there to stop us from freeing the Mayan people who lived in the Inner Earth. Its intent was to prevent us from creating balance.

I called in Archangel Michael and constructed the golden octahedron pyramid around the woman's body, which would contain the departing entities and serve as a dimensional window to send them back to the world for which God originally created them.

For me, removing an entity is not about force. It's about compassion and communication. In all of my experience, once spirits realize that we are returning them to their home world, where they can fulfill their sacred purpose, they cooperate. Certainly, they do not do battle. In fact, they usually seem to me more like lost children than like devils seeking destruction.

I had a lesson to learn.

The smaller spirits were in fact grateful for the opportunity to go home, and they left without a problem. But the last two, the double entity, refused to leave. The woman's entire body was distorting and bulging from their resistance.

Even though they knew what I was doing for them, their part in the ancient Mayan sacrificial ceremonies was too strong and compelling. They could not give it up. Their attachment to this land and to the Mayan people was all-encompassing. For centuries, they had been causing the Mayan people to do things that the Mayans themselves knew in their hearts were wrong.

Finally, I had no choice but to be more forceful. It was a role I had never taken before.

Using my Mer-Ka-Ba and the power and strength of Archangel Michael, together we began a series of waves of energy that would focus this dual entity's energies into the dimensional window that would take them out of this world and into their own, home world.

Even though they resisted, if we succeeded, it would be for them like going to Heaven!

First, the weaker part of the two was sucked into the vortex, with tremendous obstruction. This left the other, stronger part of this spirit still to be removed.

But finally, with even greater application of power and strength, this spirit, still resisting, finally emerged from the woman's stomach and slowly entered the dimensional window.

And at the precise moment the entity left her body, the Outer World responded from the sheer power of this spirit and its connection to the land.

About a hundred feet on either side of us, two things happened simultaneously. The trees on the woman's right, in a small area of about twenty feet, began to shake wildly. A huge branch actually broke off and struck the ground!

And symmetrically, on the left side and the same distance away, another group of trees, about ten inches in diameter, also began to shake wildly. It was as if a bulldozer were at their base trying to dig them out of the ground. Impossibly (there was no wind) most of them broke off at the base and crashed down on top of an old Volkswagen, completely crushing the roof and trunk.

In the instant that the spirit left this woman, I "saw" that the other people who were connected to these spirits, and the Mayaland itself for hundreds of miles around, suddenly were cleared. It was as though a huge hurricane had instantly disappeared.

It was over. It was quiet.

Mayaland was now free. And this woman was now all alone in her body.

Our group was now truly prepared for tomorrow's Ceremony of the Heart at Chichen Itza — a ceremony long predicted by the Mayan people and their calendar — a group of elders, plus people from the four corners of the Earth, all praying together for the indigenous peoples, and for the entire world, to find peace.

In Love and Service,

Drunvalo

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Next time: Beginning of the End of Time, Part III