Episode XXVI: Katmandú - Nepal

THE SECRET IS KATHMANDU

Why Nepal? 

On a trip like ours, was very likely to think that we would not live India aside, one of the most sought after and travelled places by those who are rediscovering the spirituality. But the truth is that this country never crossed our mind.

Diego and I agreed that this was a country that had long ceased to be the energy flow that reconnects, and we knew that there was no need to go there and it had nothing to do with Harwitum. Yeah, it was clearly a country that helped many to learn detachment and to explore into the connection with oneself, but not with the planetary consciousness inside the magnetic network of change´.

For some time we had been preparing ourselves for this journey, unknowingly in most cases.

Among many info channelled by our friends, one of them, Alcho, a genius in many ways of life, who spectacularly channels for the Plan, among many things he downloaded from the subtle levels a phrase remained that was very clear: THE SECRET IS KATHMANDU.

We never understood what he meant, but understood that some day Nepal would be key to the Secret.
When Harwitum began, Nepal was one of the first places to be insured.
In Bali, our guide Suar told us that many people say there is only one other place like Bali, and that is Nepal. Perhaps there we would find another land to teach us to thank and honour the life ... maybe.

Alina, our travel astrologer and channel, had also made among many predictions a very important one, which she repeated several times a day: Nepal, be careful in Nepal for breaks, bumps ... in general, be very careful because there may be breakages.

Maybe Alina was also someone who was announcing us something.

And all this we had in mind for some time, even when our interdimensional guides told us: Wait in Silence, as the transformation comes after Tibet ... and there it was Nepal.

This country was certainly telling us something, even the four of us were making jokes about it, since it was just a year ago when Gaby had been in Kathmandu, Nepal, and she could not visit almost nothing, because her travel mate took a wrong step and broke her ankle, and Gaby had to be with her the rest of the time in the hospital, until she was taken back to Argentina, so Diego was laughing at her saying that now she was the one who will break a bone but no one was going to go with her to the hospital!
Nepal was a subject of questioning and laughter for that reason, and after 12 days of communication confinement, would be our reunion with the networks.

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The Reflection of China that was becoming material

China was Argentina's antipodes, and was the subject of every day that what we were doing was to pass through the Dark Side or the Karma of the Gestating Mother.

This was one of the items to consider: the dark side of Mother. What processes could be brought to us by spending so much time on those lands?

Undoubtedly something related to the Mothers.

In those days between Xi'an and Tibet, Diego was confirmed that his mother had tested positive biopsy analysis, which was a low blow for him in those days learning that new cancer cells had appeared in her body again.

Despite this, the constant support she was to him by following the blog and learning to use Facebook to stay connected with us, kept a strength in him.

On her side, Maga was living her process with her mother silently, who increasingly seem to have more health problems. We felt that in recent times, the body of Maga was with us, but her soul was watching the events that were happening in Buenos Aires.

There were many things that moved inside and we had to stay strong and firm to continue.

When we first set foot in Nepal, all suddenly seemed to be writhing and all those signs and words that had the names of this country and this city, made sense in a second:

"Gaby knocks on the door of our room, and gives us the news: Maga's mother had strong convulsions and was admitted to the hospital, and out of nowhere, Gaby's mother had slipped and in falling had broken her hip. Both mothers depended almost entirely on their daughters, and no one else who could handle such situations. Maga decided soon after learning that her mother had fallen in the street, that she should return immediately to Buenos Aires.

Gaby decided to accompany us to Russia, but that day the situation of his mother changed much negatively, and also urgently went back to Rosario. "

The breakages or breakings were the key words of all that we had been told.

From Nepal onwards, Diego and I would follow the Harwitum path physically alone.

Sitting across from each other we breathe, and knowing that this would happen sooner or later one way or another, we initiated our way to continue with Harwitum.

"Percy Jackson and the Thief of Thunder"

We were just lying down after a day so moved, and Diego and I both said: let´s turn the TV on and watch something to burn our neurons for a while.

As soon as we turned the magic box on, a film was beginning, "Percy Jackson and the Thief of Thunder". And I thought: "- Oh God! Can not they put something more stupid to watch?"

Until that expression became:" - ... Oh God! It´s incredible!"

Something we had not closed yet from Xian pyramids' history, and we were requested to unravel something along the plexus and till the Middle East about a particular story of ancient mythology.

We could not burn our heads with movies like Charlie's Angels or something like that, no, they were putting more signs so we couldn´t forget what we came to do: unravelling the history.

Percy is the American name for Perseus. The Americans had made a strange Hollywood typical paradox with kids who go to school and they find out that they are gods and so on, and one ends falling in love and the good one always wins; but the interesting thing is tha, in the same week, we had been shown in books, on TV and in the pyramids the story of Perseus, who rides on Pegasus to cut off Medusa's head to save his mother from an evil king, but in the end he saves Andromeda for those strange things of life, from the jaws of a strange sea monster. The constellations were talking about something that they did not want us to miss off ... What is the relationship we had with Andromeda? and ...Why Perseus was the key to this stretch of the trip? ... at least for now ...

Kathmandu, the paradise of the Eyes

We had spent two days locked in the hotel updating the blog, preparing the Justin TV programme and arranging several things before continuing alone, so, once Maga was gone, that night with Gaby we arranged to go out the next day and visit Kathmandu before her plane´s departure, late at night.

But it was not a simple tour ...

Before starting our strange stance in Nepal, we asked Alcho to get conneced as he can do and tell us something more to complete what we had said about this city many months before.

The next day, we received an email with the following text from him:

"Kathmandu is the paradise of the eyes.

Do not feel observed; open the doors of the soul. The plexus is to give, is to see while giving away, is to share a glance and join forever. Turn on the light, the switch is in front of you, stretch your hands and the light will shine from where the monks hide the belly.

The heartbeat of a girl was made from the tree that makes Ne-pal take root. Listen to their advice, building does not always mean to forge, but unify with delicacy ... the eternal kisses the precise.

The warrior´s Lis (lily) sword is what the plexus gives as a present, the secret is hidden where few can see it: in the everyday. "

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Without words and without much thought about that, we decided to meet in the morning with our Nepalese guide, Manoj, who thank God knew Spanish.

Manoj had lived in Valencia with a scholarship to study Spanish language and is now being devoted to be tour guide for Spaniards between Nepal, Tibet, China and Bhutan.

It was the first guide who understood that we were travellers, not tourists, and we were going to meditate. He also had a travel blog, and we told him what we were doing around the world and from that day, he is following us by the blog.

Beijing's Travel Agency, as elsewhere, had sent anything to Nepal, and Manoj did not know what language we spoke or what we wanted to do, so I had prepared an itinerary, which we decided not to do.

We said to ourselves: let's see what happens, let ourselves flow and discover Alcho's message.

Manoj told us that because of the way we were doing the trip, he would not take us where he normally takes tourists, but that would take us first to a monastery where we could finally see Tibet.

The Soul of Tibet now was living in Nepal, but the interesting thing was that not only was exiled to Nepal, but it was from here that Tibet obtained what it became to be afterwards. Nepal offered to Tibet the tools so men with discipline could channel the essence of Shambala.

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Following Alcho's message

Manoj told us that the story of Tibetan temples and wisdom came in fact from Nepal, when an ancient King of the Altiplano, married a princess Nepali named Tara, who brought Buddhism to the region. The Tibetans used to have the religion of Bon, honoring nature, but since then, because of that love for Tara, Tibet chose to follow the Buddha. Since then, Nepal and Tibet are totally sisters nations, even having her as a goddess in their country.

At that time Manoj said: "... even the name of Nepal was given by the Tibetans: Nepal comes from the words Ne and Pal, they mean: Wool House. At that time, Tibet obtained all their wool from Nepal, hence the name ... "

Alcho's message said: ... "from the tree that makes Ne-Pal root"

Separated, just as Manoj told us.

But what did all this mean?

Arrived at the Monastery, on top of a hill, where you could see 360 degrees around the Kathmandu valley, we approached the temple to hear the chants of the monks. Manoj said: "Come here and you can see the real Tibet."

We sat on the porch, and over one hundred apprentices monks were chanting their mantras and sentences within that huge colorful temple. Every so often some sounds accompanied the rhythm, and from children to seniors, everyone when they felt it, they joined together in those prayers.

We sat near the doors, to meditate within that space so full of monks, and then we realized: "there, where the monks hide the belly"

While praying and mantralizaban, all the monks, the nearly 200 monks, had their belly covered with a yellow robe, which at the end of the mantras, all removed.

Their songs made us an untold pressure on the third eye, and we felt that we were beginning to reconnect again.

It was likely that we retake the meaning of many things there. Nepal was not only to reconnect consciousness, Nepal was to reconnect with ourselves again: hundreds of monks were watching us ... do not feel observed, open the doors of the soul.

So we did; we let ourselves be opened again, and after a long time, we began to smile. We feel a little wound part of our self unifying with us timidly returning to the heart. We were recovering the connection, fluidity, and we were opening to the soul transformation.

The monks had finished praying, took off their yellow robes and went to eat.

We knew we had to follow, and that the next step, were the eyes of Kathmandu.

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The Great Stupa

Kathmandu safeguards the world's largest stupa. A stupa is a kind of temple closed, without any access, where are deposited sacred objects of devotion, a pure place where believers are directed to connect with the divine.

The Great Stupa of Kathmandu is famous for its beautiful and decorated eyes, looking in all directions.

These are the eyes of Buddha. Manoj told us that the left eye represents the wisdom of the Buddha, and the right one, the Compassion, and we remembered again ... the

same left eye that Horus, Odin and Izanagi had lost or sought to obtain the vision of universal wisdom. It was also interesting that everywhere there was the sacred figure of two deer sitting in front of the Wheel of Life or Wisdom. Manoj explained that this wheel represented the Wisdom that the Buddha obtained in his enlightenment on the mountain, and that the two beings closest to him at that time were two deer. Therefore, both deer were his first two disciples; as they were the first to hear the wisdom of Buddha, the first dialogue that took after his enlightenment, the two deer became sacred to Buddhists.

We walked into the Stupa, ie by its roof, since all stupas are completely closed. This one, they say, it is full of thousands of small statues of Buddha, and that makes it unique and sacred. As it took about 12 years to build it , Kathmandu celebrates a big party every 12 years, culminating in a celebration around this Stupa.

There we could see and explain what we understood about the rotating cylinders inscribed with the mantra Om Mani Padme Hum, that all people, pilgrims, believers and visitors should turn in the direction of clockwise in passing while mantring that sentence. These are vortexes constantly opening consciousness portals between heaven and earth.

In Nepal, Tibet, India and Bali, there are vortexes constantly opening and connecting the collective consciousness with the divine. These cylinders rotate constantly, every day, driven by the will and faith of so many people that keep them running. Upon leaving, we felt that we should move that energy for ourselves and for those of you who were in consciousness with us ... We stretched the hand and started walking around all the great stupa, spinning the hundreds of cylinders found in their walls and portics.

So we felt a huge energy moving. While repeating the mantra without pause, we were in active meditation for a long time around the eyes.

Nepal was watching us through the eyes of Buddha, and the spiral energy that we initiated by attracting to us all the awareness that in resonance with our steps was joining from each one of your selves, was a beautiful light funnel. From a shop, sounded across the square the mantra chanted by monks, while we repeated it by rotating each cylinder.

And then we remembered:

"... Turn on the light, the switch is in front of you, stretch your hands and the light will shine from where the monks hide the belly ..."

It was so obvious! Each cylinder was part of a large light switch, which, to be turn on, only was required to stretch hands and move them to make the Light shine ... there where the monks hide their belly under the yellow cloak.

We felt full doing that, and we felt that we were really letting the eyes give their look to us as a present, opening the soul and reconnecting again with that light. We were shyly letting ourselves be seen again.

Then Gaby recalled that there was a detail that had attracted much her attention the previous day, and that was one of the clues to follow, taking into account what had channeled Alcho: "The warrior's sword of Lis(Lily), is what the plexus gives away ... "Gaby had seen in the second oldest stupa in Kathmandu, as a ceiling decoration, a bronze embroidery of Lily flowers.

Without hesitation we marched to this old square, surrounded by the typical chaos of the city, dodging cows that were gentle strolling among the shops, surrounded by people and thousands of bikes, between the strangest wired that could be seen, and escorted by trucks blessed by the old name of the Mother Mary: Mahindra.

Manoj was explaining us things about Nepal, that until 2006 had been a monarchy, but that year, there was a peaceful revolution that hailed the Democratic Republic.

They called for elections and put some 60 parliamentarians to write the constitution. The problem is that 6 years later the Parliament had 600 members and a half-page of an unfinished constitution. They had clearly passed from a Monarchy to an Anarchy. Nepal was now one of the world's poorest countries, but the freest on in Asia, so much so that in those 6 years they even approved the same-sex marriage, something that very democratic countries has led decades.

Also caught our attention that in recent times, as the guide told us, many Argentines had visited Nepal with high affinity, something that the Nepali people receive with love; he told us about the strange love that this country feels for Argentina, adding that in times of football games, while the rest of Asia supports Brazil, all Kathmandu is filled with Argentine flags and is dyed white and blue.

When we reached the Plaza, we had to climb a long flight of stairs to find the Lis flowers. Manoj said that this meant nothing, but still, something they were doing there.

Lis's sword is also called the Cross of Santiago, which is a sword made from these flowers, a Templar cross that hides even more meanings. The flower is a female symbol of gestation and rebirth, and if we were talking about the mother, the way of female bonding could have something to do with that flower ... a mother or a young woman ... or girl ... Lis ...

Everywhere we found two symbols that the world can not understand them to be together: The Swastika and the Star of David, unified into one.

Manoj explained that both symbols come from Nepal, Pakistan, northern India. Both symbols had been given to the Aryan race, one of strength and rotation, transformation and regeneration, and one of wisdom, harmony, development, balance. Both were to remain united, but for thousands of years ago, his brothers fought each other and divided their kingdoms. Each tribe took some symbols, and remained hidden or revalued.

After the Aryan tribes' migration, the Indo-European cultures carried the traditions and languages along Siberia, Europe and Middle East, leaving there their symbols.

Hitler was a renowned occultist who loved ancient history and its origins. Based on his studies, he knew that the Germanic race came from the centre of the Himalayas, he acquired all its symbolism to unite people. The problem was that the karmic conflict with his brothers resurfaced, and a new disaster was generated.

As for some strange reason humans worship symbols, today it is difficult to tune in them back to what they really mean.

The Swastika is not Nazi, but Buddhist, and represents the rotation of wisdom, which represents the six-pointed star. Today the world is divided by symbols, which are complementary, and therefore the world is very unbalanced.

The Lily flower led us to see another step in our path, and how they join the Mother, something we would understand later in the Russian Siberia. But still was something missing.

As soon as we arrived at the gates of the temple, a ceremony was again beginning. We entered, and what we experienced was incredible.

We took off our shoes and sat inside. About 10 or 15 monks, including about 4 young men and 3 children, were chanting mantras while using all the typical Tibetan instruments. The metal didgeridoos, flutes, plates, and two enormous drums. Being in that little room with the magic of sounds made us revolve in light, our chakras explode, and the light showed us a new signal that was coming true.

The drums were playing a powerful beat linking sounds with remanences from Australia, Galicia and Scotland with Tibetan chants, all made us feel inside the small chest of a girl. The heart was pounding, and what the sounds were moving within us, showed us the opening of our way.

"The heartbeat of a girl was made from the tree rooted Ne-pal. Listen to their advice, the building does not always mean to forge, but unify with delicacy ... "

Images of a girl came to my face. A girl who was rather a young woman, that was giant, dancing in the tall Himalayan mountains. The eyes of a cat appeared from the front ... and I remembered: Tara. A kitten that was born at my house in Barcelona and we could not take care of it, so I gave it to Elena, and she named it Tara. The goddess of Ne-Pal who forged the roots of Tibet. The crossing of the mountains that seemed roots anchored between the two sides are united by the devotion of Heaven, united by a young woman, a girl ... the very essence defended by Lis, the sword we were following on the great Way of San Iago in Galicia, was connecting us with the subtlety of uniting with delicacy the truths and processes.

She taught us through the dance, it was not necessary to forge, it was time to unite. The delicacy of that princess showed us how simple we could do it with joy and happiness, with the gentle movement of life.

The Kathmandu Secret clearly lays where you least expect it ... in the day by day.

Involved in the beating of this girl, we felt like flowers re-emerging again.

That night we said goodbye to Gaby, who returned to support her mother in her last steps on Earth before returning to Home.

And we, with eyes wide open, we walked to the last point of our tour of the plexus: the Baikal.

No key wanted to stay in Nepal, because we were told that, in some way, the only door that these lands were about to open were those of our own interior.