Tulum !
The Mayan Goddess Ixchel
The second assignment in Central America with the dragon was in the Yucatan. I was instructed to find a specific temple at the ruins in Tulum. The temple is called the Temple of the Wind God, but I was given much different information about this temple then archeologists have recorded.
I was extremely fortunate to meet a good friend at the airport in Cancun who had agreed to join me on this leg on the trip. Renee is a young 40 something, well known as a kirtan singer, and overall awesome woman who is always up for adventure.
We coordinated our flights. I flew from Mexico City and Renee from New York, landing within 30 minutes of one another. Once we connected we jumped on a shuttle to take us to the bustling tourist town of Tulum.
The Temple of the Wind God is a tiny temple in an extensive archeological site. I had visited this site nine years ago and back then there were no guards, no entry fee, and no roped paths to navigate tourists. We just rode our bikes right up to this very temple by the sea and hung out with the ocean wind in our hair and the potency of the land drumming through our bodies. I distinctly remember nine years ago the feelings of elation as I touched the very stones which constructed this temple, having no clue then that I would ever be returning.
That night Renee and I made plans to arrive at the ruins as soon as the gates were open to try to avoid crowds. But I was in for a shock as things had dramatically changed since my last visit.
We parked our bikes and walked up to huge, newly built entry gates surrounded with mall-like commercial shops filled with tourist debris. Hundreds of baseball hats that said “I love Tulum,” and tee shirts with jokes about drinking an abundance of tequila, aisles of plastic trinkets and brightly colored tourist clothes made in another country, with none of the magnificent Mexican handmade crafts.
Rene and I passed through the entry gate and walked upon a paved path through dense, rich jungle flora, inhaling the sweet smell of moist tropical air, before ascending up a flight of stairs to reveal the miles and miles of ancient ruins in this once thriving Mayan community.
The tiny Temple of the Wind God, our destination, sat close to the ocean’s edge. But due to ropes to contain tourists on the walkway and watchful guards we could not draw too near to the temple.
The dragon, his name is Eetunan, had informed me this particular assignment was to be spread out over 3 days. We were in Tulum for only 4 days so I really needed everything to work out.
Temple of the Wind God
We Were Thrown Out of the Park!
Renee and I were standing behind ropes looking longingly at the temple about 25 yards away. The morning air was still cool, and one could taste the salt water spray as waves crashed on the other side of the temple. We were both thinking the same thing… Would it be possible to somehow get closer?
We concocted a crazy plan to wait until no tourists were passing by, slip under the ropes, and run down to the beach side of the temple where no one would be able to see us. And without any more consideration we did just that! We weren't more than a few feet inside the ropes before a very angry guard was running in our direction.
We apologized desperately in Spanish but nothing would persuade him from throwing us out of the park. And after he threatened to call the police I stopped begging and we silently followed him out.
I knew we had to return to this exact same spot over the next three days and I did not want to be recognized and booted out again. So Renee and I headed straight for the fluorescent lit mall and picked out the “ I love Tulum" baseball hats and tourist tee shirts hoping to innocuously blend into the tourist crowd.
After our purchase we biked to the public beach and jumped in the ocean to cool down our shame. I contemplated the experience. Just like the Teotihuacan site there are literally thousands of tourists from all over the world who plow through this ancient site every day. The guards are bestowed with the responsibility of keeping everything in flow and here come two American gals who feel they can ignore the rules. I saw the mistake of my actions and wondered if I had possibly sabotaged the work I had come to do.
But I am not easily deterred and tomorrow proved a new day. Early the next morning I put on my tourist camouflage and, since Renee had a previous engagement, I peddled solo to the ruins.
This time I found a place to sit on a tree stump on the correct side of the ropes and when Eetunan, the dragon, joined me he said it would not be a problem to do the work from this distance.
He shared, “You will once again be using your physical body as a conduit, and we will be bringing in 3 distinct cosmic energies, one on each day. We will be working with light streams from Siruis, Venus, and Arcturus.”
What he proceeded to explain to me was astonishing. “In the current timeline on your planet everything is interpreted through a patriarchal lens, so that all temples were believed to be built for kings or gods or priests; male figures in a position of elevated importance and authority. But this was not true for the culture that created these structures. The feminine was equal to the masculine and both were valued. - goddess reigning next to gods - women teaching and leading next to men. The feminine was recognized, honored, and revered for all of the power women embodied. And both the masculine and the feminine were integral to the creation of a balanced civilization."
"This small temple is not a temple of the Wind God but a divine feminine temple and was used in the final initiation for the women priestesses in this Mayan civilization."
I looked at the tiny temple with new eyes. No more than four women could occupy it at a time and it felt like a womb space to me.
The dragon explained, “Upon the completion of their training women were then asked to spend the night in this temple. Within this initiation the frequency of Sirius would be invoked and enter into the wombs of the priestesses. Then the frequencies of Venus and finally the frequency of Arcturus. All anchored and held within the womb. Light ( frequency ) is information. And after these activations these women would carry all of this potency within their wombs.”
"These initiated Mayan priestesses embodied knowledge of advanced healing, diplomacy, unity consciousness, balance, and advanced knowledge and insight into the enlightened wisdom of our cosmic neighborhood - all in service to their community."
I knew this was not as strange as it sounded for I had read about contemporary indigenous women’s shamanic work in which the initiates were trained to carry frequencies in their womb space.
Eetunan emphasized. “These priestesses were leaders in equal status to their male counterparts.”
Activating the Temple of Ixchel
And so for three days I sat on the tree stump near the priestess temple, dressed in my tourist costume - deep in meditation while attempting to simply appear to be a tired tourist taking a water break…. And each day I was used as a human conduit, bringing cosmic frequencies through my physical body.
The first day we worked with a frequency stream from Sirius. The dragon outlined the importance of spending a good amount of time grounding my energy in the Earth. Once this was complete I felt strong energy coming in through my crown, moving down through my body and into the Earth. I could feel Eetunan then direct this energy into the temple. But the most amazing thing was once the Sirius energy was guided into the temple I witnessed with my third eye this same energy rocket out of the temple back into the stars to Sirius.
I understood we were realigning the temple with its original connection.
The second day we worked with the light stream from Venus. It was remarkable to experience how distinctly different each planetary frequency felt. And I witnessed the same vision; once Eetunan directed the energy back to the temple, it then skyrocketed back into the stars, to Venus.
The third day proved to be the same experience working with the frequency of Arcturus.
The cosmic connection had been reactivated by the dragon, and now this temple was online, grounding in three planetary frequencies.
“Why are we doing this?” I asked “ Certainly no priestess will ever be allowed to sleep in this temple again.”
Eetunan responded, “True, but humanity is now in an entirely new level of spiritual maturation and many are ready to entrain to these planetary frequencies. For some these are the frequencies of their star lineage.”
The dragon continued, “With this galactic connection humanity is better able to step into understanding that the Earth is but a part of a larger cosmic neighborhood, and the time is nearing for the Earth race to prepare for meeting your enlightened cosmic neighbors.”
"Over one million tourists visit this site every year from all over the world. With the temple activated, those who are ready, will have their galactic codes activated simply by moving through these sacred grounds.”
I then asked why has this temple been rendered dormant? And Eetunan shared a story which interfaced with my own past lives at this very site.
Painting by the author
My Past Lives at the Tulum Ruins
I was told I had experienced three past lives in this location. In all three I presented in the female body, and was an initiate into the cosmic connections available to women through this temple. What I felt in the first two lifetimes was an amazing connection to the community and an intrinsic connection to all life and to Mother Earth. In these first two lifetimes the civilization in which I lived was highly evolved and understood how to live in harmony with the Earth and one another.
But in my 3rd lifetime in this civilization Eetunan called me a “protector.” When I asked what this meant I was shown a civilization in transition, a time of denser energy in which the adherence to equality and unity that had previously been the governing principles were breaking down in a quest for power and control.
What had once been foundational, a cosmology which served the whole, was deteriorating into a creed of hierarchical authority.
In this lifetime of transition, I was shown we priestesses were asked by the usurping leadership to show them how to access the cosmic currents available through this temple, with the threat of death if we did not. This information was only passed down within the sacred society of women priestesses. Due to our advanced ability of sight we had foreseen this intrusion and had also seen that no matter what we revealed our lives would be taken. So we conspired to share false information. And as we had foreseen we were then executed.
I was told by Eetunan that men could have accessed these cosmic energies through what he called their energetic womb, but due to our deception they were unable to unlock the powers of the temple. And the function of the temple simply fell dormant over hundreds of years of disregard.
This is what Eetunan and I re-activated. My contribution and purpose had come full circle. As one who once protected this sacred space, I was now contributing to the re-activation, bringing the power of this temple back online in service to the upleveling of consciousness for all.
The upset guard had not recognized me during my three days of sitting on a tree stump outside of the tiny temple, and with much relief we completed the assignment the day before Renee and I would begin our drive to the last and final assignment at the archeological site in Uxmal.