Xunantunich and Barton Creek Cave

After another great night at Black Rock Lodge we headed out to the active archaeological site Xunantunich. It was at this site that I really began to work with Cacao, understanding it and integrating with it. Taking a few nibs and rolling them around in my mouth, releasing the flavor, releasing the aroma, releasing the spirit in to me.

While in route we had to stop and wait for the car ferry to get across the river.

It's basically a barge attached to a cable that you have to hand crank in order to get across. Always up for an adventure I volunteered.

A few of you might be asking if I got any drone shots. I was not able to get the permits needed and am sorry to say that it means that I was not able to get any drone shots. I was trying to secure the permits through the Department of Civil Aviation and it looks like I probably should have contacted N.I.C.H. or the National Institute of Culture and History. It was a good lesson for next time.

We spent a little time together discussing the site before we headed off on our own, tuning into the energy that connected each one of us on a personal and individual level to the site.







I no longer looked at the structures and thought to myself, now I think that might have been used for this, and it would be logical if they built this thing for that reason. Using Cacao it would just come to me. But it was going beyond that, I was getting emotions and feelings, anger, sadness, happy, and celebration. I was in this space and was sorting through the layers of time. Story lines started to form, here is a young boy crying over his dead mother as the crowd watched. Over there are two men arguing over tactics of war and rule. At first the negative stories came much easier then the happy or positive ones. I found that it was because of me, and that I just needed to tune into the positive ones.

It was interesting to watch the archaeologists continue their excavation.







And as it was an active site they had police on patrol to deter any looters.

The site was alive and I was finding all kinds of amazing places tucked away that told much of the story of this city. I was not just using the Cacao but also various animal spirits, following a butterfly here and a lizard there, letting them show me the site.



I use to see the Mayans as an ancient civilization who performed various rituals for their Gods. The ball court being just one of many examples. But that is not correct. It's like religion for many people, they go to church on Sunday and think about God for an hour or so, but the other six days 23 hours their mind is someplace else. This site was showing me that this was not the case for the Mayans, they lived every day and in every way in these "rituals". They were not rituals, they were daily life.

One pyramid excavated and one stelae restored, one to go.

I felt the spirits open the temple to me to begin climbing and I followed my friend up.



Cool, but fiberglass recreations.



The views at the top were amazing, a tiny moment, but a powerful one. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. I was learning to no longer let my time be calculated and predictable. It's up to you to create memories because no one else will do it for you.





This afternoon we would make another journey in to Xibalba by canoeing in to the Barton Creek cave.

I said goodbye and entered the underworld once again.

We paddled our way in with only the light from our head lamps.





We went in about a mile and then stopped for a bit. I started to let go of all the stations that were tuning in the negative stories today and emerged from the cave with the more positive stations, more positive frequencies tuned in.

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