Our ceremony was seven days long, and each day we focused on a different Chakra. I had intuitively decided to bring my oils there...the set I had made for a Reiki Practitioner earlier that year, with the assistance of Archangels and my personal Guides. The Shamans holding ceremonies decided we should use them in the gateway of each ceremony.
I had initially traveled to participate in an acoustic performance that Kan'nal would be performing on the final day of ceremony, in the ruins of Tikal.
Because we had to prepare for it, I left the group of participants to join the crew of Kan'nal for set-up, and trusted the final chakra oil to be applied at the gateway for the Crown Chakra, by another participant.
When I crossed paths with her again, I asked about the oil...and she couldn't find it, suggesting that it was an offering to the jungle.
In one sweet moment, my heart tugged at me to please focus on the beautiful experience that we were preparing for rather than my frustration with this individual, as the ceremony was about to begin.
My roomie in the hostile asked me about the oil, I let him know that it was lost... and he quickly reprimanded me for trusting such a sacred object would be safe in the hands of another. I agreed it was unfortunate, and asked if we could just be here, now.
The ceremony was beautiful, dancing at the base of the pyramids around a sacred fire, anchoring the magic of Kan'nal, I felt truly blessed.
At the end of the performance we made our way out of the jungle on foot, each of us sharing the burden. Each and every instrument and object had to be trekked in, and out, as vehicles didn't have access to where we were.
Like a quiet dance, we each would carry something, someone would take it from us, and then we would look for another, who seemed to be carrying too much, and bare some of the weight.
When we finally made our way out of the jungle, a good 45 minutes later, we loaded up into the van to head back to the hostile.
"Today was so amazing," my friend said. "The only thing that I would have changed, is that you wouldn't have lost your oil."
"I know, I appreciate that you got to experience it though, and that you understand what it means to me."
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Cora, a woman who was staying at the hostile with us.
"One of my oils... I had let someone else administer the blessing while I was up the mountain," I replied. "She had lost it somewhere in the jungle."
"You didn't lose it." She rustled for something in her pocket. "I saw it on the ground and picked it up, it's right here!"
And in that moment, my heart filled, my tears fell... and I realized that the work I do, is truly blessed by energies on a whole different level. <3
