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So to kick this off I give you pics of me and the guy who became my very first fan back when I was starting out as a cam girl. He was traveling with his wife after their honeymoon and happened to be going right past where I live. Since we have chatted online for so long we decided that we would finally meet up in person. So here are the photos of me with Steve and his wife Jane.
Great! Also pics of you feet would be more than welcome :praying:
A hometown treasure...
Merry Xmas Brit!:)
First off Brittany...I'm really starting to dig that blonde hair!
Second...
You should follow her on Tumblr, yo...Quote:
Originally Posted by Angeleno
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Fantastic wig Brittany ... where are you buying it from, looks very natural.
I've given a few wanks over your videos. Shame there aren't more out there. You also need some new vocabulary when moaning in ecstasy, you tend to repeat a certain phrase over and over again.
Keep it up x
She really does look good as a blonde.:)
Pretty sure that's not a wig.Quote:
Originally Posted by JordanNite
As for her vocabulary, as long as there are a lot of "fucks" in there, we're good. :)
Thanks!Quote:
Originally Posted by Ben in LA
Not into feet,but those shoes are hot.
Brittany seems like a very sweet person. Intelligent too. I'd love to meet her one day.
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Originally Posted by Ben in LA
Oh don't be so naive. That's a wig. Most TS escorts wear em. You can't get the thickness that naturally. Unless you want thin hair.
Brit will acknowledge as much. Even our beloved Vanity is wearing a wig these days.
She is dope
Yes, it's a wig :wiggle: Much easier to manage than spending two hours curling hair and going through product after product to get to look like this. Let's see someone start bashing Dolly Parton or Cher for wearing wigs.Quote:
Originally Posted by JordanNite
I did bleach my actual hair so it is blonde.
Dont worry about the haters. They are probably jealous
Thank you ;) I was just clarifying things so people knew the truth and squash any arguments before they startQuote:
Originally Posted by maninlex
You must've seen my Twitter post lol
Yep ;) I'm always lurking and watching even if I seem quiet ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Ben in LA
Porno Wonderland
Producer yelling
We are listening
In my ass
Lube is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We’re happy tonight
Fucking in a porno wonderland
Gone away, is the good girl
Here to stay, is the bad girl
His cock gets real long,
As we stroke along
Fucking in a porno wonderland
In the bedroom I can suck a new man
And pretend that he is someone else
We’ll say Are you ready
He’ll say Sure Man
But hardly do the job
When he’s in town
Later on
We’ll conspire
To be fisted by the fire
We have no shame
The plans that we’ve made
Fucking in a porno wonderland
In the kitchen I can ride a giant cock
And pretend the dude’s not a clown
I’ll have lots of fun with mister cock man
And then it’s time for me to go down
When he blows
It’s so thrilling
On my face because I’m willing
We’ll fuck for pay the kinkiest ways
Fucking in a porno wonderland
Fucking in a porno wonderland
Fucking in a porno wonderland
I TOLD you I had saved a few...:)
Fantastic...I can hear the Annie Lennox version with your lyrics...Happy Holidays!Quote:
Originally Posted by Brittany St Jordan
Oh don't get me wrong Britney, i wasn't having a go or hating, i was merely mentioning it was a great wig.
Trust me ... i am fan, i wish you made some more videos ! You got a great looking going on. Would love to fuck that ass.
Great set Brit. Love that corset, love the softer look.:)
You can read the prior chapters on my blog
A New Beginning
I made it back to VA where I was now dealing with the emotional fallout from my family full of asshats along with my ex's new chick's dog pissing all over everything. It was this tiny little chihuahua that looked like a holiday reindeer decoration. The dog would have been almost tolerable if it had the ability to refrain from pissing all of the time. I left the house to Kassy so that she and her new fling would have a place to live and prosper in. Evidently they never got that memo because the place was fucking trashed. So every time I saw this fucking dog dripping piss everywhere it only infuriated me more and more.
My couch with the faux suede upholstery that housed a queen sized bed had now become the official “Oh fuck let me piss here” cushion de jor for little miss sprinklebell. Combined with the lack of any sign that anyone had done one minute of housework since I had left I was constantly finding more and more reasons to be absolutely disgusted in ways I had no idea existed when sitting in your own house. The level of OMFG was beyond the suggested daily allowance. So I made the decision that I would be taking my dogs with me when I left to go back to CA.
This little idea went over about as good as I expected it to. Once all of the “Are you fucking nuts?” questions stopped I was able to let Kassy know that there was no way I was leaving Bumper there in that cesspool of human and canine neglect. Taking Bumper meant I would have to take Bella as well since they were pretty much a package deal. Kassy flipped her shit and since I wasn't there when she told the new chick about my plan I am guessing she lost her mind as well when she heard the news. Kassy countered with the argument of the dogs were also hers and blah blah blah she wasn't letting me have them. I know how to pick and choose my arguments so I let this one go.
Since we were playing this is mine and that is yours game I figured I would up the ante a bit. I packed up the TV, the surround system and anything else that would be a huge inconvenience for them and took it with me. Because it was fucking mine. See, I can play this game really good too. As it was all be packed up and ready to go for me to head back to Cali there was still something off. There was a huge sinking feeling of leaving Bumper behind. So now that I had all of “my” stuff taken down, packed and ready to go, it was now time to go wake up and let her know I would be taking Bumper with me.
This would be the final straw of how fucking disgusted I could possibly be with another human being. As I opened the door to what used to be the bedroom I shared with Kassy when we were together I was in total horrific shock. I wish someone was naked doing really kinky things to one another but no, instead I got to witness the garbage dump of stuff that littered the entire room several feet deep. The smell mixed with the visual was enough to make me want to run and then it happened. Kassy rolled over and grabbed a box with a doggie pad in to let sprinkles pee in it instead of taking her outside. I was utterly floored and disgusted to the point where I no longer had remorse or sympathy for her ever again.
She came out to the living room where she saw the TV and stuff taken down and started to talk. I let her know I was taking Bumper with me. The sheer amount of anger that rose through her body could have powered a small country for about a decade. The combination of things being taken that “were mine” along with Bumper was too much for her to even argue about it. She kept herself and the new chick out of my way while I packed my car and grabbed Bumper. Soon enough I was all packed up and heading back to LA, again, this time with a copilot.
This was when I made the choice that I was done with porn. I had my own portable studio for shooting photos and videos along with the computers to edit and produce it all. With everything that had happened I was finished modeling. Whatever drive I had was now gone. All I wanted to do was shoot photos of anything for anyone and get paid to do it. As fate would have it, the photographer who was working for Nica Noelle on her scenes moved out of town. I sent her a few samples of my work and landed a spot on her crew as a photographer.
When there was breaks in the shooting cycle I was filling it with shooting concerts. I did a couple before working with Nica and the more I did both I was able to break out of comfort zone as a photographer. There are little nuances with both types of shooting that when combined really expanded my abilities. It was something that sort of just happened. So I went with it and I am glad that I did. Now I can grab just about any camera and know that I can take breathtaking images with it.
There was the issue of me no longer shooting content for my site. We took the dates off of everything and I periodically would add a set here or there that I had already shot. It kept the site somewhat afloat for the time being and allowed to focus on other projects and ideas I was thinking about. I was also trying to distance myself from the Brittany St Jordan name while doing work on projects outside of porn. This was where Brittany St Jordan fizzled out and Renae Lupini took over again.
It was actually unsettling at first when using my legal name again after years of going by Brittany. The only people who ever kept on calling me Brittany were my roommates. Amy and her girlfriend always called me Brittany regardless of how many times I reminded them I was going by Renae again. If it made their world a little easier calling me Brittany then so be it. It was only around the apartment anyways so it was no big deal.
Soon enough Spring turned to Summer and our lease was almost up at the apartment. We had been looking around and there wasn't much of anything just popping out for us to move into. John, who was a client who became a close friend, was looking to move to LA and offered to go in within us on a place so we could split it by one more person. This was a no-brainer but the market for a nice place in our price range was looking dismal at best. John and I had the idea that if nothing came up we would just go in on a small two bedroom for the two of us and let Amy and her girlfriend find their own place. This sounded like a decent plan on paper.
When I told Amy of the possibility of just John and I getting a place together she broke down into tears. Fuck me, not the reaction I was expecting. We still had one week to pull this off before the end of the lease so Amy and I hit the streets scouring apartment after apartment with nothing coming our way. Then we found it. The perfect townhouse. Everything about it was exactly what we were looking for and more while being within our price range. Now to get a lease on it before the old one runs out.
We planned it to where our last day at the old apartment would be our first day in the townhouse. We got the lease all ready to go and all we had to do was get the moving truck packed and be gone. The day before we were set to leave there was a knock on our door. I was asked if I was one of the three tenants of the apartment to which the guy named all of us. I said I was Renae and asked how I could help him. He promptly handed me subpoena papers for an eviction notice for non payment of rent. Well, this was just the way I wanted to get the day started.
When we went down to talk to the leasing office before moving out the guy told us that if we wanted to we could have the last month's rent taken out of the security deposit when we left. Pretty sweet idea so that is is what we did. We planned on the final rent coming out of the security deposit and us being gone to our new townhouse. Evidently the guy in leasing never gave the memo to the people in legal so, we got served. I called our supposed to be future landlord and let her know what was happening. She was really awesome and said she would hold the townhouse for us for a few days to get things sorted out.
Being that my head was all kinds of fuzzy and full of WTF I went to the leasing office to find out what was going on. I was told that yes, sometimes people get to do the final rent our of the security deposit thing but we would not be in that category. When I inquired as why the fuck not I was shown the payment history for the last three years that Amy had lived in the the apartment. Every single payment was late from the first month until that last one. Well, that sums up that little puzzle. There was no budging on this one from the leasing office and the only way to get out of the eviction was to pay all money due at that time. Well, fuck.
Amy's girlfriend had a friend who lent her the money to cover the money owed at that time. I had just done my one last scene for Transsexual Babysitters 21 and that money went into the pot for rent that we used for getting the new townhouse all set up. We were all flying through this by the skin of our teeth it was really getting close. Once we had the money orders I went down to the leasing office with my camera and microphone ready to roll. We knew exactly what they could hit us for and had to ignore upon us moving out based on California law. So I let them know this and I was recording this process of payment along with acknowledgment of our legal rights on camera as well as recording them for my own legal purposes. That was the best customer service they ever gave us.
We were finally cleared from the eviction and Amy got her full security deposit back a few weeks later. We made the move into the new house along with John as our new roommate. Amy and her girlfriend took the master suite, I took the room with the bookshelves and a stained glass window and John got the remaining room for himself. I had a little flower bed and herb garden growing out back and we all just chilled out most of the time. The only real battle we had was over the thermostat as the master suite got super hot so when the AC was up high the other rooms got super cold. Which made for a lot of back and forth adjustments to the temperature whenever passing the thermostat.
We rarely ever saw Amy or Melissa at all. For the most part they stayed in their room. With them staying in their room as much as they did John and I hung out talked a lot. Bumper really dug John too. A dog is a great tool for judging people's character. Especially a dog like Bumper. He is always super relaxed and barely makes a sound. So when he barks at someone I automatically know they're going to be an asshole. From the moment Bumper was around John all he wanted to was play. This told me that John was definitely a good guy to have around. This also the reasoning behind why I took John up on the roommate offer. Had he and Bumper not got along there would have been no new roommate.
I was sitting there at my desk editing photos one day and I could hear music coming out of Amy and Melissa's room. To drown it out I decided to turn on some Alex Jones videos as they generally made them cringe. At the end of one of the videos was a link one about sacred geometry and monuments around the world. This would be the first time I would ever see the words sacred geometry and it was about to change my entire world forever. In a nutshell it is the bridge between science and spirituality that suddenly made everything in my world all make perfect sense.
To write about the topic of sacred geometry can take thousands of pages and barely skim it all. There is no way I can possibly explain what it is but I'll do my best to explain how it effected me. Through video after video I was getting a much deeper appreciation for this sacred geometry stuff. It was when I found the videos by Spirit Science that everything became very real for me. Through everything I had ever been through and witnessed there was always unanswered questions and as I flew down this rabbit hole on a quest for knowledge and understanding things began making more sense than they had ever before in my life.
It was as if someone handed me the keys to my own kingdom that I had no idea I was even looking for. This was when my life transformed from merely being lived because it was the thing to do into enjoying every single breath of air and finding an emotional connection with natural world around me. I ditched my office chair for a big purple yoga ball. I found a crystal store right down the street that became my new home. I delved into Native American practices that tied into my new found spiritual awakening. The only music I was listening to was all relaxing mellow new age and lots of indigenous tribal music from around the world. This was all happening and I wasn't smoking any pot at all. I was completely sober throughout this entire metamorphosis.
The starting point of sacred geometry is the Flower of Life. It is quite simple to draw using a pencil and drafting compass. Where it gets interesting is when you start taking the circles outward from the center and start connecting the intersections. Yes, this can be done real quick on a computer. However, there is something that happens when you draw it by hand. The focus on the lines and points clears the mind of all fogginess. Every little bit of stress fades away. The only way to understand it is to actually do it. Once I was finished with my drawing I would sit down and journal. This is when things got real interesting for me.
The things that I was writing were of no experience or connection to anything that I had ever been a part of throughout my life. One of the reoccurring things was that Denver was the place to be whenever the Earth shook hard enough to break off California into the sea. Any time I sat down to write after doing some drawings based on sacred geometry it was like I was connected to something or someone else and I was jotting down whatever it was I was supposed to. Needless to say, this scared the ever living fuck out of my roommates.
John was supportive and inquisitive of my new found purpose I life. Amy and Melissa on the other hand wanted nothing to do with it. They avoided me at all costs and honestly, I really wasn't too worried about because for the first time ever in my life I found peace and happiness that nobody could ever take away from me. Call me crazy, say I'm fucked up or throw whatever derogatory term you have at me. The clarity I found within myself outweighed any berating anyone could throw in my direction. When I refer to this as a spiritual awakening, it woke up a sleeping beast that will now be awake forever. Nobody can say or do anything to ever make me feel less of a person for believing in these things I had discovered.
Chakras, numerology, alchemy, vortex mathematics, ancient civilizations, the golden ratio, Fibonacci sequence and some good old Illuminati history for good measure were a lot of what I was delving into. Every story, video or web site led me further and further down this new path of self-discovery. What made every bit of ring true was that as I continued to learn more and more about every bit of all of this I would wake up smiling ready to embrace every day as if it were the most perfect day ever created. There were many times where I would get this overwhelming surge of peace and joy that would make my entire body feel like it was charged with 1000 volts of electricity. This was what made realize that every bit of this was absolutely real and more true than anything else I had ever been told.
It is the studying of human as beings of pure energy that gets really interesting. This was where I really started devoting a lot of my time to learning more of. How crystals can be used like personal energy modifiers and how the energy of one person can effect an entire room. We are all vibrational frequencies being picked up by our sensory systems which organizes them into shapes and patterns we tend to call our environment. These frequencies change based upon the variables of our life at that exact centered moment of created perfection. This is why some people can liven up a party while others bring it to a screeching halt.
Synchronicity is when the energy of other dimensions and realities gets intertwined with the one in which we exist. It is like a point where there is infinite cohesion of everything at that exact moment. I had no idea what they were called when they first started happening but once I noticed them they began happening more frequently. There is no way to point it out and be like “Ooo there's one.” They just happen and when they do life goes from ordinary to magical in less than a blink of an eye. These little moments would become my guiding force in everything I did from this point on. There was something I was supposed to find and I wanted to know what it was.
I was on location for a shoot and we knew there was going to be a three week break between then and our next scheduled scene. One of the girls who was staying at the house we were shooting at was reading a book about ancient prophesies and just so happened to be one I downloaded on pdf. This is an example of one of those syncronicities I was talking about. Going to a porn shoot and meeting a young girl who just happens to be reading this book at the sake of everyone thinking she off her rocker. We actually did get a chance to sit down and talk a little bit away from the chaos of the set area. She was very much looking for answers to things as I was just months prior. I told her where I found my answers at and how it effected me as a person. At the end of the day we exchanged crystals with one another and that was last time I ever saw her.
This was also where a most life altering idea would come upon me. I figured that if we were going to be off for three weeks I would go backpack across the country. I opened up my trusty Google Earth and started looking at the mileage of such a trip. That was when instead of traveling across the US I decided I would go to Mexico instead. It was instantly cemented in my head. While we were on break I would be backpacking someplace south of the border far away from everything. I had seen the US by car enough times so I knew right then and there that I was going to be going to visit Mayan ruins in Mexico. This was where I was supposed to go. What began as simple trip soon became an all out journey like no other ever before.
I really got wrapped up in the Mayan 2012 end of the world thing and it was my entire focus on my trip to Mexico. Would aliens come down and smite us all? Only one way to find out for sure. That involved going right to the source and seeing for myself. I began looking over locations of Mayan cities and Palenque became my destination. Intuition was all that was guiding me and I knew that in order for my intuition to do its thing I had to trust it completely without any doubt. This would be the first time I had ever had this much self-confidence regarding any decision I had ever made. It was quite amazing as I had zero fear of what I was about to go through. I just knew it was what I had to do.
I soon modified the original backpacking trip to be an actual leaving the country for who knows how long sort of thing. I began selling anything of mine that I knew I could get money for. As I would make enough cash I would go visit the backpacking store down the street and the crystal shop. I even made a trip to a benitoite mine open to the public before I left as it is the only one is existence in the world. I got some really comfy boots and socks that put any tennis shoe to shame when it came to comfort. I even found underwear that could be worn for six weeks without getting funky. Modern technology is awesome.
The biggest money maker was the selling of my car. About a month earlier I tried this voyage into the wilderness thing at Joshua Tree national park. It started raining out of nowhere and I left my sunroof cracked as I was in the middle of the fucking desert and had no expectation of rain. The idea of my car being drenched made me run back to it and go back home. This time there would be no car to hold on to. I discovered that material possessions are direct ties to memories whether good or bad and I threw away a lot of personal stuff that I had been toting around for years for the sake of holding onto for sentimental reasons. It felt so fucking good to let it all go.
Along with with my last paycheck from a shoot I did I was set to go to Mexico. All I had to do was wake up the next day and go to the airport to hop on a plane. Was I scared, excited or anything showing my emotional state? No, as I told everyone before I left, I was just ready. There was no anxiety or joy. Only the feeling that whatever was going to happen was going to be well worth leaving my entire life behind for.
The day before I left I typed up a letter and emailed to everyone who I thought should know of my plans. The following morning I woke up, smashed my cell phone, said goodbye to Bumper as he was staying with John and heading to LAX. Right before I left I hit send on that letter I wrote and here it is word for word just as it was the day I sent it out those closest to me.
By the time you are reading this I will be in the jungles of Central America. Before I get into the details of the whole thing I want to sort a few things out.
Why in the world would I up and move to Central America? Well, it is quite simple really. I have finally found a connection between my scientific understandings of the universe and my spiritual connections with people and things around me. Somewhere around the beginning of September I stumbled upon some information about sacred geometry. After doing more research I stumbled on to other topics like unified field theory. These are the two main principles that mathematically prove that there is not only an energy connecting all of us but we are also part of that very same energy. It gets a lot deeper than that so I implore you to do some research on your own.
With my new level of enlightenment, the more I look around me and see how far away from spirituality (not religion) we have gotten as a collective whole it is really disturbing. However, we are like a giant coral reef. We all have our own views and perspectives but what effects as an individual also effects as a whole. So, in order for our spirits to go through the entire human experience we must go through the bad as well as the good. So I know all of this has to happen but that doesn't mean I have to be a part of it. I have chosen to disconnect from the rat race and go be one with nature and the universe as we are meant to be.
There are two base emotions that we feel. They are fear and love. The society that we have built is based on fear. Everything around us is designed to tell us what not do and all of the bad things that will happen to us. There is very little information based on unconditional love as this would totally upset the controlling powers of the world as we know it. And the few places where inner unconditional love is the main factor it is also used for monetary gain instead of readily spreading the information to those who need it.
In this world, money is the root of all evil. It has become the only thing people have pride for. The human ego was designed to keep us grounded to this world but it got out of hand and became corrupt and greedy. We have become all about "me" and not about "us" as a whole. We let fear control our every thought and have forgotten what real unconditional love from within our own hearts really feels like. I have felt it and it is amazing. It is a field of supercharged energy that surrounds your entire being and you instantly feel connected with everything above and below. You begin to see the divine being that you really are and it is simply amazing when it happens.
All of this degradation of society and coming enlightenment has been foretold for a very long time. About every 26,000 years this earth goes through radical change. We are now coming up on the end of the what is known as the iron age (not the same as what you were taught in school) which is a time that is dense and lacking spiritual connection. However, we are on the brink of a new golden age of enlightenment and those who are able to raise their internal frequencies will be able to pass through to this new age. Everyone else gets to stay here and keep on living as you are right now.
Want to take a guess as to when ancient civilizations think this is going to happen? On the winter solstice of 2012. That is December 21, 2012. This is not just a Mayan idea. This is a constant occurrence in the prophecies of many ancient cultures all around the world. It doesn't mean the end of the world. Apocalypse, the world mostly associated with this, means a lifting of the veil. So what this means is that those who are tuned into the energy around us will raise their own frequencies and move into this new dimension of existence. One Earth stays in the third dimension, where we are now, and the other moves into a new higher dimension of being. This shift actually started back around 2003 and we have been slowly going through it and some of you may be able to do some research and see how your own lives have been affected so far.
This usually happens after death for each individual spirit but this is the first time that we are able to do this as an entire planet. Think of this as a cell dividing just like human conception. From one single cell we are going to split into two. One will remain the same and the new one will evolve into a higher level of conscious being. This will cause a lot of natural disasters as the two split and finally become separate. Once it is over things will calm down and life will begin anew in a new golden age of enlightenment. Things will also progress here on the third dimension but without the spiritual connection of the higher dimensions. Artificial intelligence without a soul and built buy the ego of humans is going to be a dangerous thing.
Being that everything is energy and what we think we see is simply the vibratory frequency of that energy depicted by our brain means that all of the material stuff we hold dear doesn't mean squat. All of our cars, iPods, money and everything we perceive to be around us only serves to distract us from being able to think, meditate and connect with the higher energy all around us. This doesn't have to be the case though. I am not suggesting everyone sell their material belongings and move to Central America. I have done this because that is where I am at in my own spiritual evolution. What I am saying is to put a little more time into appreciating and loving all living things.
People, plants, animals, crystals and the Earth are all living things. Every one of them can produce a frequency just as we have a heart beat. We are not humans searching for a spiritual experience but divine beings going through a human experience. Outside of this world there is no ego. We were created to see how the ego would effect the spirit and to learn every aspect of that. This is why "God" allows bad things to happen to good people. (FYI - we are all a part of "God" as we all a part of the same divine energy) When people don't quite get it right the spirit comes back (reincarnation) to do it all over again. Only once we have learned how to unconditionally love without fear can we ascend to whichever level of being we came from.
When was the last time any of us went walking our neighborhoods and said hello to total strangers? This simple gesture can work wonders. It breaks a barrier and opens communication between two people. A smile and a hello will brighten that person's day. They may not always respond right away but it will eventually click. You will get a sense of happiness within yourself for being able to acknowledge them and share a smile together. This creates an every growing cycle of love that keeps on growing. So the next time you are out and see someone say hello and smile. You can even go a step further and compliment them on something about themselves. This will really make them happy and brighten their day.
A quick easy way to really make your own world a lot more peaceful is by doing one simple thing. Instead of passing judgment on someone pass it on to yourself. "That person is a jerk because of...." "They really should do this or that because.....""If only they would do this, they would....." All of the things we think about the people around us simply a manifestation of our own fears and self imposed limitations. When we redirect the judgment upon ourselves then we see the real issue inside of us and we can world through it. It isn't always a fun thing to do but when it is said and done we are much happier with ourselves and treat others around with a little more love than we did before. Everyone is rubber and we are all our own glue in this regard.
Why is that we think we only have a certain amount of time to get everything accomplished? Time is an infinite thing with no beginning and no end. Instead of thinking of it as a straight line from point A to point B think of it as a spiral that goes in a circle and the ends touch each other. The spirals represent the great ages we go through, such as golden, silver, bronze and iron. Also known as the great age. Time is not something we can harness or control. We currently do everything to work against it instead of with it. Understanding that we literally have all the time in the universe we can stop stressing out about doing everything we possibly can in the shortest amount of time possible. Even if our spirit ascends from this world time keeps on going. Our human body may perish but the spirit is eternal.
What happens when we die? It is not a big guy with a giant knife coming to harvest our souls. There is no pearly gates with a drop chute to fiery pit of damnation if you messed up. The concept of heaven and hell is quite interesting actually. Heaven is the place where we ascend to. The next dimension of our existence on the astral planes. Hell is not going there and instead, coming back to live on this third dimension of Earth until we get it right. We don't go to hell. We are already living there. We may also be living in purgatory as well which is half in one and half in the other.
We have this fear of death as it is the final point of our existence. Because of this we fear it and do all that we can to escape it. Just look around at how "safe" our world has been made in attempts to prevent it from happening. Children look like medieval knights riding their bicycles with all of the padding and helmets required to experience fun. Elder care is a booming business because we can't bare the thought of losing a loved one but yet don't want the responsibility to care for them either. We fear this death and see it as a loss. The fact of the matter is we all knew each other on the astral planes before we decided to come to Earth. When we leave we will all see one another again. When we see the spirit as being freed from this world and going on to a new place of imaginable beauty and wonder then death is no longer the tragedy we were taught to believe.
These are all reasons why I have sold a majority of my personal belongings and donating the rest to those mentioned at the beginning. I am disconnecting from this web of deception and fear and going to somewhere I can be surrounded by love and nature. I could easily go to a rural area in the US but that would be the easy way. Instead I am going to a foreign land with nothing more than I can carry on back. I shall live off of the fruit of the land and will be traveling on foot. My goal is to be at a particular Mayan location on the solstice to experience it first hand. This is much bigger than me or anything on this Earth. This is my calling from somewhere high above telling me to do this.
I have come to discover that I am here as way to spread the message of universal unconditional love without fear. I haven't ever fully embraced either male or female social norms. That is because spirit is genderless. It is an ethereal body of divine light that exudes love in all directions into infinity. This is why I have been able to overcome personal obstacles without hesitation. It is why I am not meant to be in any one place for an extended amount of time. I am always off on my next adventure so that I can inspire and encourage those around me to know what unconditional love without fear really is.
So as I close this final message to you I ask that instead of responding just to me in your reply, that you reply to the entire list of people and begin communication with possible total strangers who have been brought together by this very moment in our existence. I love you all from the very bottom of my heart. I can't wait to see you all again on the other side.
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I read the whole thing, I am proud. Some very funny moments, roommate issues that I think everyone has shared at some point, a good note to always comment if a girl's dog barks at me that I failed on test, and interesting you dropped Alex Jones. A friend of mine moved to Ecuador for very similar reasons, however if that is what path you feel you must go down, go down it. However the fight has only just begun...Quote:
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Chapter 12 - Keys
Everything that I have written up until now has been the back story of the various influences I had in my life that guided me into where I was heading. This was no longer life based on the rules and influences of others. It was now my very own compilation of learned experiences all piled into one huge ball as I set off on an adventure of a lifetime. Going to Mexico was more than a vacation destination. This was my personal spirit quest completely cutoff from everyone and everything I ever had in my life. There was no phone, no laptop, no cameras, and no means for anyone to track me down. I even had my passport tucked away inside of a frequency blocking wallet of sorts so that the RFID chip in it had no way of being traced. I was officially off of the grid.
The backpack that I had chosen for this trip was to be used as my portable nomadic home while I made my way to Palenque. It was just the right size to fit the sparse amount of stuff I was taking with me and yet big and heavy enough that most baggage handlers would look at me with a sense of awe and disbelief when I would let them try and pick it up. The pack was designed for the long distance carrying of heavy loads and along with my new hiking boots and socks, carrying my entire world on my back was effortless as could be. I had packed it up a couple of times and walked around my neighborhood before my trip began to ensure it was all set up right as well as to condition my body to carrying a pack once again.
The week leading up my leaving LA was filled with a lot of preparation and mentally preparing myself for leaving behind my entire life as I knew it. I had no idea what I was going to encounter or what would be happening. All I knew was that I had to do this alone. Everything had been packed and repacked over and over again to ensure optimal hiking for extended periods of times. I spent a lot of time talking to John and ensuring that he and Bumper would be okay once I was gone. The final thing I added to my pack was a handful of crystal hearts I bought at the local spiritual shop down the street. I had put these in the front pockets of my the waist wrap on my pack so that as I encountered people through my journey I could bless them with a crystal heart.
The only way I can really explain my feelings at this point is very zen. There was a complete sense of peace and harmony from within myself that flooded me constantly. I had found my spiritual happy place that I had no idea I was even looking for. It all just happened and the more I embraced it the more invigorating it became. It was this flood of enlightened energy that was a tidal wave rushing through my very being and at the same time very calming as it erased any anxiety that had ever been there. All this came from my discovery of sacred geometry as it was the one thing that finally bridged the gap between my logical scientific understandings and my contradictory beliefs in faith.
Sacred geometry can take an entire lifetime to study and explain all on its own. The basic idea to it I that from a single point there becomes a barrier surrounding it at equal distances which creates a circle. Then any area on that circle a new point starts a new boundary and becomes a second circle where both boundaries of these two circles fall exactly in the center of each one another looking like an offset English numeral eight. The center of the next circle is at any of the intersections of the first two and thus begins and infinite pattern of interwoven circles. This is where every geometrical and mathematical possibly begins. From one small central point into an infinite number of possibilities.
When delving into the correlations between sacred geometry and religious texts is where things get interesting. The thing about sacred geometry is that it has been used by ancient civilizations that predate almost all modern religions. The “Flower of Life” symbol has been documented all over the world and all of the people who have ever used it all call it by the same name even though there was no internet 25,000 years ago. In whatever dialect they used they always called it the “Flower of Life” It is the symbol that holds all geometric patterns of the elements that create everything in this world. I found this to be some of the most fascinating information ever and I decided to see where it would take me.
I would quickly find myself learning more about chakras with the flow of energy around and within the body. It was this concept of energy vortexes that lead me to the gem of vortex mathematics. Again, tons of mathematical principles thrown into the mix. People can be easily swayed but numbers are always true. Thrown in some Fibonacci and the Golden Mean, which are close but different. The golden mean is the perfect distance between the center of a spiral to each intersecting point in a straight line from the center outward like a nautilus shell. Whereas Fibonacci is length A plus length B equals length C such as the fingers of humans. The smallest bone plus the middle bone are the same length as the bone connected to the the knuckle. This is where sacred geometry holds the dimensions for everything.
Lots of math and tons of meditation make for a very clear open mind. Neither of which are earth shattering in their own regard as they have both been used for a very long time. It just so happened that the manner in which I was introduced to them and how they both effected me when used together completely changed my world as I knew it. All of that math then added to astrological cycles along with well documented Mayan and Aztec knowledge of cosmic events is what made me choose to go to Palenque.
These were the predominant thoughts running through my head as my plane made its way over Mexico and headed for Cancun. My plan was to land in Cancun and start walking from there. This trip was slated for ninety days. I had three months of hiking and camping all across Mexico already mapped out via Google Earth and now written down in the back of my notebook. I had no GPS or mapping device. I had my compass that told me what direction I was going and along with the stars at night and the sun during the day that was all I was going to use. As my plane began it's final decent into Cancun all I could do was smile and thank whatever cosmic forces blessed with the ability to be taking this voyage into the great unknown.
It was great seeing all of the tourists making their plans for parties that evening as I was prepping for throwing my nomadic home onto my back and heading far away from the sandy margarita and corona soaked beaches of Cancun. Before I could go anywhere I had to make it through customs first. How difficult could one person with one backpack be to get through customs? When you tell them you have no plans to stay in a hotel and no contact information they tend to get a little worried as I found out.
I politely explained to the girl at the customs counter that I was walking to Palanque she gave me the “You fucking crazy gringo” look I had seen so many times before when visiting Tijuana. She called her supervisor over and I once again explained to him using my fingers on my hand in a walking motion and holding up two fingers fallowed by the word Palanque. Turns out he actually hablo ingles really fucking well. After convincing him that I was not a drug mule or smuggling weapons up my rectum he looked at the girl, shrugged and said “blah blah yeaa yeaa Forrest Gump hahahahaha” and they both burst into laughter as I was granted access to Mexico.
After clearing customs I hopped a cab to a market on the other side of Cancun so that I could get something to eat and stock up on water and snacks before it got to late. This was where I would learn the most valuable lesson I can pass along to anyone who visits Mexico. Toilet paper is a commodity. Want to use the public restrooms? Go for it but those few sheets of TP are going to cost you and you better make sure you save one square so you have something to dry your hands with when you wash them. Being that I'm taller than almost all of the people in Mexico, when you throw in the giant backpack I can only imagine what was going through the minds of the folks watching me try and squeeze my way out of the bath and navigate a flight of stairs barely wide enough for me without the addition of my pack. If nothing else, at least I would be comedy relief for the locals as I made my way to Palanque.
I went easy on the tacos as I had no idea when or where my next restroom facility would be available. I could barely pronounce the word for bathroom properly let alone try to figure out how to say “Can you please help me? I seem to have shit myself.” in Spanish. This was just one of the little things that me know that I was no longer in comfy confines of the world in which I was once a part of. Gone where all the privileges of being a white person in the US as I was now the foreigner on my own in country where I stood out like white girl hiking through Mexico.
I had heard so many horror stories of this person being abducted and that cartel killing people and so on and so on. There was one thing about me that really propelled me through all of this and kept me going forward with each step of my feet on the ground. I had no fear, of anything. All emotions can be boiled down and derived from either acting out of fear or out of love. I had driven the fear out of my system way before reaching Mexico so now my heart and thus my world was one of nothing but love. This was my only protection. My faith of the love within me for the world around me.
Walking through the parts of Cancun away from the tourist area was definitely a welcoming experience as I headed out on my journey to Palenque. Being away from the photogenic vacation brochure properties let me witness exactly how life in Mexico really is. It's a simpler, happier way of life than what most people give the people of Mexico credit for. My first 5.6 miles of trekking from Cancun to the outskirts of town solidified that this was definitely the place where I wanted to be.
It was right after that I second guessed myself and thought I should be on the next highway south of where I was so that I could make my way to Chichen Itza in the next four days. There were very few roads that were going in that particular direction so I decided that the next intersection with a southbound street I was taking it. This was where my faith in being surrounded by love creates a world of love of around me would be immediately tested. To say this street was a little intimidating would the understatement of a fucking lifetime.
The street that I chose to walk down had a tiny grocery mart on the left right on the corner and that was the only light on the entire street. I had no idea how far the road actually went as I all I was focused on was getting to the highway where I wanted to be. The road itself was a combination of solid dirt and rocks scattered with friends and neighbors who all appeared as vast shadows moving always just out of reach of my vision. One foot in front of the other was my only option as I passed through what could have easily been the last street I would ever walk on.
At the end of the street was a small church with a wall that had a path leading around it through the woods. Well, I made it this far so lets see what we have on the other side. The path was well worn into the vegetation so even though it was totally dark out with no lights it was still very visible against the plant life growing on either side. As I continued down the path a sound became louder. It was a mechanical cacophony of noise bellowing through the air and with each step it only grew louder and louder until I was there on the grounds of an excavation company of some sorts.
The area was wide open with the actual mill running off to my right as I was skirting the property to search for a road continuing on the other side. There was no road. There were however guard dogs. A pack of barking guard dogs letting anyone who may hear them that someone who wasn't supposed to be there was trespassing on their property at night. The dogs were the least of my concerns. None of them were in the vicious snarling mood so they were of no worry. It was whoever would hear them and how many of their friends that would be joining them that got me looking for another way out of the place.
Instead of backtracking I went away from the mill and followed the tree line until I found another dirt road. I could see some lights so I figured I would meander my way down there and see what I could find. Maybe even find someone who can give me directions to where it was that I was wanting to go. I put my thumbs in the webbing of my waist belt on my pack and moseyed on down the dirt road to what would appear to be an entrance for a much larger portion of the excavating company. There would also turn out to be actual security guards watching the gate for the excavating company.
“Si hablo ingles?” I inquired to which came a resounding “No, no.” from both of the guards. I attempted to break down the language barrier by getting out the handy little Spanish/English dictionary I brought with me and pointing to each word of the sentence I was trying to form and showing its Spanish equivalent to my new compadres. Evidently they were in no mood for a quick class on bilingual studies so they found the one guy working who could speak some English and had him come to the gated area.
I explained to him that I was heading to Chichen Itza and would like to pass through to the other highway so that I could continue on my journey. With surprised laughter mixed with smidgen of tact was a resounding “No!” There was no way I was going to be able to detour through their property and so my only hope at this point would be to head back out to the road I had turned off of that got me here in the first place. As I was putting my pack on he asked me if I was alone and I confirmed I was traveling solo. He told me “I should watch out because there are bad men out there.” As I shuffled the weight of my pack up on to my back and clicked it into place I replied to him “I have yet to meet them.”
It was back through the noisy mill area with barking dogs and past the dark church. Back on the dirt road where no the shadowy bodies were all indoors where the sounds of revelry could be heard as I trudged my way back to the main road. Feeling mildly defeated I decided I would walk back to Cancun for the night and get some sleep. A few steps back towards the city my belt decided it had enough fun for one day and promptly broke. Being that all of my other clothes were packed away inside my bag and my pants were no longer able to stay in the upright position they were designed for, my only choice was to hail a taxi for ride back.
Hailing a taxi, simple as any other time I have had to do so. Taxis and buses were going all over all the time so they were always available. Trying to tell someone who speaks zero English that I wanted to go to the bus station was a whole different story. I simply told him “Centro” as that would get me downtown. As we passed a bus I pointed to it and excitedly let him know that was what I was looking for. We ended up being able to Communicate enough to at least get me a block away from the main bus station in Cancun. After a some quick intuitive engineering of my belt I was able to at least walk the rest of the way there without my pants falling down every other step.
I ended up walking through a little carnival area where vendors where selling the usual trinkets and food. It was a flood of lights and music that was welcomed by all of my senses after my little voyage down the dead end road to nowhere. It may have October but the weather was quite warm so the night air felt really good as I walked the edge of the carnival area on my way to the bus station. I may have had to return to restratagize a few things but this was making it well worth it.
The main bus station had buses going right to Chichen Itza. Only thing was the next one wasn't until after 8 am the following morning. Being that it was barely ten o'clock this was going to be a long night of sitting, sleeping and preparing for the rest of my trip while waiting in the bus station. Lesson one, the pronunciation of Renae in Spanish is way different than English so when trying to provide my information for my ticket I was in for a crash course on being a gringo. This would be where I learned to simply ask to use the keyboard or write my name on paper for the clerk to enter into the computer.
As I was sitting on the floor with my feet resting up on my pack a gentleman with his family struck up conversation with me about visiting Mexico. This was really nice that a total stranger would be willing to strike up a conversation with the gringo in the corner while waiting for the bus. Then in the midst of the conversation he called me “Sir.” What, what the fuck? I hadn't had that happen to me on a long fucking time. To his credit I was in ball of sweat lounged back with boots up the air. I had a bandana on my head to keep my hair back and sweat out of my eyes. So for all intensive purposes I could see where he was confused momentarily. This was also my cue to dig out some fresh clothes and go use the rest room to freshen up.
For the remainder of the night I was making use of the snack shop and even found a map of southern Mexico with the Mayan ruins annotated on it. This was going to be most useful. It turned out that I was in fact on the right highway when I veered off for my impromptu shortcut to nowhere. Something told me though that sleeping in the bus station was going to be a little better than the side of the road that particular night. Once I got all of my next day travel plans arranged and was all freshened up it was time to catch some shut eye. Or at least five minute intervals of sleep until the security guard would wake me up.
It was a long night of very little sleep that came to an end as the sun came beaming through every single window as only happens when right next to a coastal area. All of that light be reflected and refracted off of every single surface before searing through my retina was quite the indicator that the day had officially begun. The second sign was the hungover tourist trying to get on buses to head out on their own little personal day trips so they could be back in time to get drunk and pass out on the sand yet once more. The cacophony of voices from every possible country serenading the echoing innards of the bus station can put any live musical production to shame. I was definitely awake by this point.
Those last fifteen minutes before boarding seemed like fifteen light years. I was destined for Chichen Itza that day and the excitement of my travels there was building my level anticipation ten fold every second I was forced to wait. When they finally opened the gate I handed pack off to the baggage guy and watched him struggle with it like a small cat trying to juggle a brick. He managed to get it into the storage area but you could tell he was confused as how in the fuck I even picked the thing up to hand to him. Once the bus was loaded it was time to sit back and take in the sights. The sights of the inside of my eyelids.
I was awake long enough to go past the point where I turned around the previous night and to check out a little bit of the countryside as we left town. At that point I was out and dreaming all the way to Chichen Itza, except for the checkpoints. This was when I learned that Mexico has military checkpoints all over the place. It would turn out that the buses were rarely ever messed with as mostly local used them for traveling from town to town. I was counting my blessings that everything happened the way it did and I was on that bus instead of walking through those checkpoints. Something tells me an English speaking gringo with a giant backpack would make some real fun with a bored checkpoint guard.
As the bus wound its way to Chichen Itza we went through this village where everyone lived in wooden huts fashioned out of trees and on each of these primitive little huts was a satellite dish for cable TV. I was astounded that even in a life of primal simplicity there was still the need to see whatever was being pumped through the TV for entertainment. The real shocking realization was this was the very similar way in which I had been raised in a small town glued to the TV when I wasn't outside going on adventures.
We finally arrived at Chichen Itza which is the one Mayan location turned into a national symbol of tourist trap dejour. Almost every publication or travel ad featuring something of the Mayan nature is most likely part of Chichen Itza. This place is “the” Mayan to visit when making the rounds to see the various ruins through Central America. The thing about it is the sheer scale of everything. It is fucking huge. The actual land that it covers is immense but the size of the ancient stone buildings and artifacts is enormous. Every bit of built for a distinct purpose for every part of Mayan life.
The most intimidating thing to see was the handball court. I felt like a tiny action figure surrounded by the immense walls in which these games were carried out. It was a one on one game where, as depicted in the glyph, the loser was sacrificed and spirit set free. Death was an honor to the Mayan people as they saw it as the beginning to something far greater than this existence. So to lose at these games was really to win in a way.
There was also the sacrificial alter at the top of one of the staircases on another building. It was being repaired so it was closed off but I could still see the stone slap that countless of Mayan people were beheaded at as their spirit was released from this world. There were toppled over pillars of stone along one edge that were now impromptu rock stools under the trees in which to sit on. This was a very intense experience to be sitting there on a piece of stone used to create this building that was part of this city whose people understood science on levels beyond what many can even comprehend today. Sitting there absorbing the energy of this magical place as I looked in awe at the creation of the once great city that had now been long abandoned and crumbling before me.
The building which looks like a turret is actually designed and aligned with every cosmic cycle ever recorded. Everything about Chichen Itza is designed based upon solar and cosmic events but this building, Caracol was an ancient observatory unlike anything ever imagined to exist. Without getting into the whole how did it get there theory of it all, this thing is a sight to behold. From its watchtower dome the secrets of the sky are able to be deciphers and give meaning to what is otherwise taken for granted as random occurrences of astral events. What was even more intriguing was how many people walked by this structure as it is one of the more worn down ones and gave it very little thought.
Chichen Itza will give Disney a jealousy fit of rage when it comes to marketing. There are vendors on every path selling anything you can possibly associate with even being vaguely Mayan in any way whatsoever. Amongst the enormous group of vendors there was one I was actually looking for. Before going to Mexico I had watched a documentary on the current Mayan descendants and how they make a living. One way is sell little touristy trinkets and handkerchiefs to people visiting the grounds. One of these people in the movie was a very elderly lady who survived by making her living this way.
She was one of those unmistakable people who you are unable to confuse with anyone else. So, when I finally saw her it was a relief to know that I would be able to help contribute to to helping her sustain her and her family for another day. The little hand-stitched Chichen Itza handkerchief she sold was ten pesos which was like a dollar in US currency. I handed her a fifty peso bill, hugged her and thanked her for my newest addition of memorabilia. Knowing that such a simple act could help make her day a little better was way better than any trinket I could stick in my pocket to remind me of this experience.
After being beaten by the sun and walking past every possible monument several times to take it all in it was time to leave Chichen Itza and continue my quest to Palenque. Luckily there was a travel office right there so I was able to purchase a bus ticket and proceed to wait in the parking lot enjoying the nice Mexican weather of hot and humid as I sat there pondering all of the things in which I had been able to experience and witness within my first forty-eight hours in Mexico. To say that I was blessed would be like rice is white, overtly obvious and only marginally able to convey the feelings running through my existence. This was definitely a good beginning to the greatest journey of my life.
Palenque and Chichen Itza are nowhere close to one another. My bus ride would be an overnight voyage from one to the other. I would finally catch up on sleep that I had been derived of the previous night. When the bus finally arrived in the town of Palenque, which is separate from the ruins, it was before sunrise. We got off of the bus and there I was just a few miles shy of my actual destination. Although I had taken a bus this far I would in fact be walking to Palenque just as I had planned. Before I left the town I took a little touristy lap around to check things out as people were waking up, business opening and children going to school. Once I was finished taking in this experience it was time to go to Palenque.
There is a stone pathway that leads from the town all the way to the ruins. It follows the road and periodically changes sides of the road but it is still there. The little over four mile hike was my final leg of the trip that was to lead me to this place of mystery and wonderment known as Palenque. Why did I choose this place? Better yet, why did it choose me? What would I see while I was here? Who would I meet while I was here? What secrets of Palanque would be revealed to me during the course of my visit to this magical wonderland tucked beneath the jungle canopy? The only way to find out was to finally get there.
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13 - A New World
Being that Palenque is up a little higher in a more mountainous area there was a blanket of fresh morning mist hanging in the air. The slight chill of the moisture felt good as I continued my trek while the sun was attempting to conquer the mist as it rose to begin the day. The crystal hearts mixed with the coins I had placed in with them were now playing together in unison as they created a soothing rhythmic beat with each step I would take. A very subtle sound without being overbearingly loud to distract from enjoying the natural beauty which surrounded me from every angle. Everything was a new sensation to whichever sensory organ was fortunate enough to be transmitting the blissful messages through every neuron in my body. This was an amazing first day and a very blessed welcome to Palenque.
Everything that had ever been a part of what defined me as the mortal being I once believed I was had all been flushed away. All of the hatred and anger built up over the course of my life had all vanished. Being able to process the world around me in such a profound new way made me feel instantly connected to the natural world around me in brand new ways. There was a great spiritual connection and sense of oneness with everything I could see. I was now spiritually bonded at my core with the world around me. Life as I had known it would now be forever changed.
This had been a process that had been set into motion back when I was in California. It was now finally taking place and materializing with each step I was taking. The clarity of mind, the high vibrational spiritual energy and the embracing of a whole new method of experiencing life were all culminating within me at this very moment. Invincibility is about the only way I could describe this, this lack of fear, this heart full of love, this new spiritual awakening that I had no idea would ever happen to me. This is nothing that was ever planned or sought after. It all just sort of happened as I continued down the path all alone yet surrounded by and joined to the world in which I could sense in every way possible all around me.
The only thoughts going through my mind where of astonishment and amazement as I was now getting closer to Palenque. The stone path which I started walking on back in the town was still going along the side of the road. I passed several camping areas along the way once I made it through the entrance to the National Park. I decided to keep on walking as I made this far so I wanted to finish my journey by actually walking to Palenque. About a mile before the main gate is the visitor center and museum. After this the road gets steep and has a couple of really sharp curves in it. There is that saying about the last little bit being the most difficult, well, this was definitely a good way to test that theory.
My only strategy was to keep putting one foot in front of the other until I made it to the top of the hill. Right as I made it to the final turn I was able to see the tourist area with shops along the entire edge of the parking lot area. At the far end of the parking lot was the entrance to the ruins. I did it, I fucking did it. I finally made it to Palenque and I arrived by walking just as I said I was going to. What I was unaware of was what time it was in the morning. I made it to Palenque alright, however, the doors were still closed.
The security guy working the gate spoke zero English so I got a crash course in Spanish whether I was ready for it or not. After some repeated attempts to inform me of what time the ruins opened I caught the word ocho and knew that the park would be opening at 8am. For someone with limited exposure to Spanish, when it spoken in full on grammatically correct form it is difficult to figure out where sentences break into individual words. It may have taken a few rounds to figure it out but I finally got it. Oh, and the tickets were sold at the museum which was about a mile back down the hill and then back up the hill once the gates were open. Yes, I definitely got my exercise in for that morning.
One of the things I noticed right away is that there are several rivers and streams running all around Palenque. Which means at any given point in time there is a soothing sound of water running. Combined with the birds of every possible size and color adding their own little something to the symphony of mother nature there were also the deep gurgling turned shrill squall of the spider monkey's roaming through the forest. All of these sounds blended together while they cascaded through the mountainside covered in jungle canopy made for the most blessed welcome I could have dreamt of upon arriving in such a miraculous place.
Once the museum opened I made my way inside to purchase my ticket to Palenque. This would be second portion in my continual lesson of the Spanish language. Luckily this time my lack of comprehension set off a few bells for one of the guys working there and he happened to speak English. Thanks to my interpreter I now had my ticket in my pocket and was on my way back up the hill to the gate of Palenque. It was still early in the day so there was no rush to see how fast I could get there. I was still taking it all in as every moment was presenting me with something completely new to bring a smile to my face and and an overflowing sensation of happiness within my heart.
This time when I got the gate I gave my ticket to the girl working at the counter and handed my pack over the security guy to stash away my nomadic home for the duration of my visit. All I took with me on this very first venture to Palenque was a water bottle and my desire to finally behold the majesty that was my purpose for this journey. Upon entering the gate, the path of small rocks leads to an ancient stone staircase which leads up to the open area of the ruins excavated and open to everyone. This area is only a very small percentage of the actual ancient city that was once a thriving place of civilization before the bible was even a concept in the collective minds of its contributing writers.
Walking out into the open area and seeing the temples for the first time was one of wonderment and awe. These ancient structures stood amongst the jungle as a testament to a time when people and nature lived in harmony with one another. The blue sky overhead made this one of the most visually invigorating experiences I had ever witnessed. Being that I left all of my technology behind, such as cameras, allowed me to really enjoy the moment rather than capturing it with the perfect photo. Better than the photo is the memory I will always have of this. Seeing these ruins that stand as a monument to a ancient thriving society is something that will be with me forever.
The first temples, which include the Temple of The Inscriptions, were roped off as they were being repaired. The Temple of The Inscriptions is the final resting place of Pakal, who was the king that ruled for almost seventy years and is said to have been responsible for turning Palenque into the city it once was at the height of its glory. Although I was unable to actually venture up to the top of the pyramid, it was still a very somber moment to be able to stand there and look upon the resting place of this once revered leader of Palenque. Just the simple act of standing silent in front of the temple I was able feel the harmonious energy that still flows through this hallowed ground today.
Following the foot path while looking over the Palace to my left, I continued walking across the bridge over the aqueduct. This aqueduct was constructed as part of the city and is still there with the mountain spring water still flowing through it today. With the water and plenty of trees at this particular area the trinket vendors all swarmed to this little section. Most of them selling the same exact items as the vendors at Chichen Itza except with Palenque stamped on or carved into them instead. Once through the sea of trinket temptation I was going up another set of stone stairs on my way to the next set of temples.
The interesting part of all of the staircases is they each have their own drainage gutter built into the side of them. The bottoms of which are rounded out so the gutters look like very tiny slides. I can only imagine some small forest animal stepping into one and ending up at the bottom wondering what just happened to them. These stairs went up into the woods and while getting to the top of this set of step was when the spider monkeys started howling and were much closer than before. Hearing the fierce growling of the spider monkeys was a much appreciated addition to this first visit at Palenque. It was a nice breath of life flowing through the otherwise somber energy of the ruins. It let everyone know that the jungle around us was most definitely very much alive.
Coming out of the cover of the jungle I found myself in another open clearing. There was a smaller temple to the left and two of the tallest temples in front of me and off to my right. The one to my right was still covered mostly by jungle so it appeared to be built into the side of a very steep hill. This is the Temple of The Foliated Cross. The other is the highest point one can physically get to in the currently excavated ruins. This is the Temple of The Cross. Some of the best vantage points for viewing the outlining areas set atop the stairs to each of these temples. Oh, how I love those stairs.
The one thing every structure has in common is the way in which the stairs are constructed. Narrow on the top and very tall is the only way to describe them. Each step upwards requires bringing the knees almost to the chest. Just a few of these steps make a great workout and yet there were a couple hundred that made getting to the top a moment of celebration for anyone their first time there. The great gift of pure natural wonderment that was to be seen upon getting there made it all worth it. I could see the end of the world in one direction and get a whole new appreciation for the jungle surrounding me in the other.
There is no other place that sits up so high offering such a grand view of everything and yet feels perfectly safe while peering down at the area below. There is no trinket, picture or memento that even come close to the harmonious feeling I got while sitting there atop the temple and surveying all that my eyes could see. The deep rich greens of the jungle and grass with a bright blue reflecting the deep seawater from distant coastlines made for an image that is now permanently burned into my memory. To top it off, the sound of the spider monkeys and various birds made this one of those moments in life that nothing can ever replace.
Going down the stairs is just as cumbersome as going up. Except now there was the whole bouncing down hundreds of stone steps involved. Making it back down to solid ground ground, I looked up at marveled at the task in which I just endured and came out unscathed in the process. To think, that people who were members of this city did this every day. The entire city is sat in a mountainous area and the terrain is very unforgiving. There are changes in elevation all over and each of them is conquered by a system of finely crafted stairs and gutters. The Mayan folk who were a part of Palenque had to be in peek physical shape compared to most civilizations at that time.
Following the trail down another set of steps I was now right across the aqueduct from the palace while still covered by trees. This was yet another exciting moment to behold. The area had a whole bunch of stone benches under the trees where a stream was running on one side and the aqueduct down the other. It was a very peaceful and calm little place to sit and take well deserved rest before continuing on with the explorations of the day. Once the break was over, it was time to visit the Palace.
The Palace is a huge structure that was built and added to over many generations. The ruins that are left are just a minor shell compared to what it looked like at the peak of civilization in Palenque. Even though this the case, the Palace is still an amazing piece of history and to be able to openly peruse its grounds was an honor of the highest regard. The outside courtyards, tunnels, subterranean rooms, secluded lookout areas, glyphs carved into the stone and the painstakingly amazing architecture still give this building a small glimmer of the robust life it once had.
Once I finished taking in all that I possibly could of the the Palace I went back over where I first started at the first group of temples. Earlier there were tours floating around and now the area was free of large groups being shuffled through in order to make it back to their bus on time. While I was standing there I noticed there was an opening in the woods which turned out to be a hiking trail to walk through and take in the sights and sounds of the natural jungle life around Palenque. My first little introduction to such wildlife was a small lizard hanging out at the edge of the sun and the shade.
There was a tour guide coming through to give a guided tour to a couple from France. When I mentioned the lizard the tour guide knew exactly what kind it was and showed it off to the French couple before he could scurry off into the jungle. This tour guide also gave another quick lesson about a plant that grows fruit shaped like bull testicles. It would turn out that these send a lot of tourists to the hospital because the sap in them is used as a very powerful adhesive. This tour guide was Jose and this would be just the first of many meetings we would have throughout my stay at Palenque.
Jose let me know that the trail was open to anyone or you could hire a guide to give you the instructed tour along the way. Since Jose was already doing a tour I decided to tail them and stay within earshot of what was being said but far enough away to keep from disturbing them. I ended up catching up to them when they were taking a break near some water. This happened to be one of the many springs that fed into the streams of Palenque. I took this opportunity to refill my now empty water jug and did so without any filtration at all. Just pure Mayan spring water straight from the source.
People can say what they will about the water in Mexico but this was some of the freshest water I've ever had the pleasure of drinking. There was no flavor to it all which meant there was nothing in there that shouldn't be. I continued to marvel at the amount of shells collected in the water by all of the freshwater snails. The thing about snails is they are very easily killed off by pollution and there were thousands of these creatures all throughout the water around Palenque so they were also my little barometer on how refreshingly good the water was that I was drinking.
As Jose took the couple further up the trail I decided to follow another portion of the trail in another direction. This trail was actually more of a network of interconnecting trails that went all through the jungle and some even went by waterfalls in certain areas. To call this a nature hike would be a severe underestimate of how naturally beautiful it truly was. What made even better was seeing the ancient ruins of Mayan building poking up and still covered by jungle. What was once a thriving city was now reclaimed by the jungle covered mountain to which it calls home.
As I made my way out of the jungle I found myself back at the vendors area at the parking lot. I grabbed myself some fruit and headed into the ruins to enjoy my lunch. I made my way to the area to the left of the Palace where I had yet to venture to. I found a smaller building along the edge of the trees to sit in the sun while I refueled for the rest of the afternoon. While walking up the remnants of what was once a building I saw a large black iguana sunning itself there on the rocks. He was in no mood for company so he ducked under the rocks and watched me climb over top of him to get to my spot where I would enjoy some much needed food.
Once I was done eating I walked around the rest of the ruins rather quickly as I knew there would be more opportunity to come back and see them all again. When I was back by the entrance gate I was approached by a tour guide and he offered to take me on the nature trail to where the spider monkeys live. This was definitely something I wanted to experience and even if it was going to cost me a little bit I was ready to pay the fee. I knew that any of the money I was spending on these side attractions was helping out that person provide for their family. This was how they earned their income and I had no qualms helping them as much as I could.
I forget the guide's name so for the sake of the story I will call him Monkey Man. So me and Monkey headed off into the jungle and much like the tour I tailed I was shown various plants and animals and told their history as how they played a part in the ecosystem of Palanque. One of the most interesting sights was a tree over eight hundred years old whose trunk spanned in three different directions as it covered the remains of Mayan buildings covered under thick jungle plants. Another exciting tid bit of information Monkey told me was that the local magic mushrooms were well worth trying should I be able to get my hands on some. Even in the remote jungle of Mexico there are people who know to experience mother nature at her best.
He stopped me and told me to smell the air. “Smell the monkey.” he said. As I took a whiff of the air it was definitely different. Monkey's rarely bathe so you can smell them easily when they are upwind. We followed the smell until we heard them in the trees above us. We looked up and there they were, spider monkeys eating leaves from the canopy of the trees. Mr. Monkey let me be with the spider monkeys as I sat there and took it all in. I sat there staring up and watched them eating their favorite delicacy in their own natural habitat. This was way better than any trip to any zoo I had ever been on.
As I was down below the monkeys one of them dropped a leaf from it's hand. I watched it float down towards the ground as I twisted and turned all the way down. Once it finally made its way to the ground I slowly walked over to pick it up. I was cautious to keep from frightening the monkeys away. As I picked it up I looked at and immediately took notice of the bite missing from the leaf. The fresh saliva still glistening around he area where it was just in the spider monkey's mouth only a moment ago. This was such a thrilling experience. Chills, goose bumps, energy and every happy good feeling all into one giant ball of bliss was what went through my body. It's the little things like this that makes moments in life cherished and blessed in ways that words can never fully express.
I decided it was time to leave the spider monkeys be and so we turned back on the trail and headed to the parking lot once again. I paid Mr. Monkey for the visit with the spider monkeys as well as gave him one of the crystal hearts I had in my pocket. Granted, he got to see the monkeys everyday but I wanted to thank him in a way that he would remember and know exactly how grateful I was for the tour he gave. He also let me know that they had other tours to areas outside of Palenque and I let him know that I would think it over but at that moment I had to go find a place to sleep that night.
At the bottom of the hill was a camping area that actually sat on the edge of the Palenque ruins. I made the walk just over a mile to the place that would become my new home while I was in Mexico. It was a quaint little resort called Maya Bell. They have modern cabanas, a dining area and all that stuff I left in California. What I was looking for was a nice quite place to put my tent and they had plenty of space for that.
The camping area was a bunch of stone foundations filled with dirt and covered with cabana roofs. There was a row of bushes and trees that operated this area from the rest of the resort so it really felt like being off and away from everyone and everything. Just what I was looking for. The spot I decided to go with had slightly lower sides to the roof so it would likely keep out most rain should it start coming down. The cabana roof was also a nice little addition so there would be no need to hang tarps over my tent. I dropped my pack, grabbed my water bottles and sat there taking in the scenery. This was now my home.
The camping areas loop up and around the trees and have a big open space in the middle in case of severe storms it's were everyone is supposed to gather to get out from under the trees. The nice thing about the open area was all of the insects and birds who would be constantly swooping and buzzing all around. This was my front row seat to the great show on earth, mother nature.
Putting the tent up was quick and simple. Now I had a place to store my stuff while I went to eat. The restaurant at Maya Bell has no walls. It is open air and all of the spiders, bugs and lizards are right there enjoying there breakfast, lunch and dinner right along with with everyone else. Harmony truly is an amazing thing to behold. Ordering my dinner would be one of those things where pointing at the menu was way easier than trying to pronounce words I could barely read. Everything was in Spanish, everyone only spoke Spanish and I was too hungry to try and learn Spanish right there on the spot. That chicken fajita was the best chicken fajita to ever grace my taste buds so the slight language barrier was of no concern at all.
The sun was starting to go down so I had just enough light left to do some quick writing in my journal before it got too dark. Then, as the sun began to vanish beyond the jungle, the spider monkeys started what would be a nightly ritual of howling to let each of their little clans know where the alpha male was and where to join him. The hum of the evening insects floating through the grass and trees was soon the only sound still audible as I finally wound down for some sleep at the end of my first day in paradise.
Looking so lovely Brit!:)
Great pic Brit!:jerkoff