We arrived in Aguas Calientes, the town in the mountains where everyone stays when they go to Machu Picchu, got settled into our hotel and then walked down the railroad tracks directly to Putu Cusi. I felt as if a force was pulling me to her.
At the base of the mountain, I made a connection and opened my qosqo, my spiritual stomach, so I’d be able to freely receive her energy. It was thrilling to walk up the old Incan steps; I was directly upon Putu Cusi for the first time ever! I didn’t know how far up we’d go, but was clear I’d know when to stop.
After about fifteen minutes, just around a bend I noticed a natural formation on her body, a perfectly carved couch for us to sit upon. I placed my pack aside, sat down, got comfortable and closed my eyes. Breathing deeply, I released heavy energy.
As I leaned into Putu Cusi, a refined energy of such sweetness and love began enveloping me, and an instantaneous smile filled my face. I heard, “Just sit back and rest, sister. There is nothing for you to do. Just rest.”
I realized it was a Nusta speaking. A Nusta is a Priestess/Goddess in the Andean cosmo-vision, a manifestation and holder of the Sacred and Divine Feminine. (Before I left the US I was told that inside of Puti Cusi is a crystal mountain, and there were seven Nustas awaiting me there.) She was so loving. Soft. Sweet. I knew then that Putu Cusi is my Mecca. For nine long years I was aware I had to get back to her; she’d never left my consciousness. Now here I was, sitting upon her!
Opening my eyes for a minute, I looked out at Aguas Calientes below and the extraordinary Andes mountains in front of me. Still crying, I closed my eyes again, rested and received the loving energies of Putu Cusi and the Nustas. I told them I didn’t understand why I was there or what was going on. And the Nusta said, “You don’t have to know anything now. Little by little you’ll understand. For now, just rest.” And so I did.
After a long while I felt ready to get up. Wow. I saw such beautiful light over the Andes in front of Putu Cusi and myself. I began to take some pictures, and then a miracle happened. A rainbow appeared! I knew in my heart it was gift from Putu Cusi. A validation. A manifestation of love.
There was another tangible gift as well. While I had been communing with Putu Cusi and the Nusta, Michael saw her face just above where I had been sitting.
It was getting dark and time to walk down the precarious steps back into town. My entire Being was bursting with gratitude, my heart full and open. When I reached the base of the mountain, I reconnected with her once again and closed my qosqo.
I left Putu Cusi that day knowing four things – over the next three days I would sit across from her and visit from the ruins of Machu Picchu, we’d create and offer a despacho in her honor and I would return to her “lap” for a final physical visit before leaving.
Until the next time, of course.
Such a beautiful, powerful experience! The pictures are so illustrative and gorgeous. Congratulations on walking your path of faith and trust so fully that you have truly discovered your Mecca, your spiritual home. Your sharing with the rest of us is an inspiration, a blessing and a gift. Thank you Annie.
Thank you for the story, the pictures and the silent space this story created in my being.
Oh Annie, so beautiful, really appreciate that you share this and how you share it. Much love
So touching…..grateful for your connection with the cosmic mother…..so beautiful!
May we all have the wisdom to recognize that she is allways with us.
Loving you from afar
K
Annie, Wow this is so awesome and powerful. I am so happy for you, thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing.
Love
Amina
Annie, your story resonates a feeling inside me that is familiar every time I drive into Yosemite Park, which I believe is my Mecca. I was just in the park again yesterday with my two granddaughters, and I was feeling that wonderful peace and joy filling my heart all day, and we were thrilled with the colorful show mother nature was putting on for us with all the brilliant fall leaves and golden fall sunlight. We stayed by the river at Swinging Bridge for a long time where we ate our picnic lunch, and a pair of Ravens kept us company, and they sang to us. Raven appeared when we first arrived at the valley floor, and several other times later during our tour around the park. It seems like every day is passing now with such great synchronicity. I will be eager to see you again when you return. I don’t think I ever told you, but from the time I was a small child I was fascinated by Machu Pichu. Any time I ever ran across pictures of Machu Pichu like in a National Geographic Magizine, I would stare at the pictures for what seemed like hours, not wanting to put the magazine down. The closest I got to traveling there was the Yucatan Province of Mexico; arriving in Merida, then Chichen Itza, Uxmal, Tulum, and Cozumel. I loved that rural countryside and people. I came home from that trip with a small silver pendant with a cross over a triangle pyramid shape. That became my sacred symbol which I never took off for months. I still have that pendant from 1983. Many blessings along your journey… Becky : )
I really love your published writings – they are amazing ones…
With love:
– Tibor (and Zsoka)
Thank you for sharing this marvelous journey with us. I can feel the connections and the power of your experience, so much love and much wisdom. It is like being there at her heart with you.
Your touching report came just in time, since I am flying out next Thursday to visit this site. I traveled many times in India and Nepal, but never to South America. I am open to receive and connect on that magical journey. And I am really looking forward to meeting you in December in Arizona.
Blessings,
Evi