Gateways into the Earth exist all over the planet. You can learn to detect and locate Gateways. This is, in fact, a set of skills you will need to develop in order to visit them yourself or bring others with you.
There are, of course, famous Gateways, such as a Lourdes, France, or the Jesus cave in Jerusalem. But there is no need to use these. There millions of others. You simply need to develop the knack for finding Gateways.
One hint is that Druids and Celts located Gateways for their rituals and ceremonies. Often they planted tree circles around these sites. These gateways were often hijacked by priests and used as the location for building temples and churches on top of them to cover them up.
Then the mountain king has his people dig out side gateways which you can still find and use. In the Martín Prechtel books Secrets Of The Talking Jaguar and Long Life Honey In The Heart he tells of the Mayans who refused to let go of a Gateway and consistently dug it up again even though it was in the middle of the church.
To develop your sensitivity for finding Gateways, look for a crack or discontinuity in the energetic geography. This most often coincides with a deformation or exposure of bedrock, or a fissure through the bedrock.
It is an alchemical principle: If you do not write it down, it did not happen.
This translates as: if anything happens that you want to have happened, write it down.
Miraculous occurrences happen often in daily life. Most people are not paying enough Attention to Notice that something mysteriously wonderful just happened. So then it goes by without saying.
The ordinary world so quickly subsumes 'a sense of the miraculous in everyday life' that special efforts are required to catch the dragon by the tale and go for the ride. Keeping a Beep! Book and pen with you at all times and using it to document what is happening right now can be a powerful practice for capturing the treasure as it arrives in unexpected moments.
A Journey Into The Earth or a Journey Into The Mountain is guaranteed to be spectacularly valuable due to the wish of the archetypal domains to be of Service. We have tried two ways for documenting what happens.
DOCUMENT FROM MEMORY
The first way is to simply go on your Journey, have the interactions, try to remember everything you can, then when the Journey comes to an end, start over again from the beginning and write down whatever you can remember. The advantage of this documentation method is, yes, your Journey is undisturbed. The down side of Documenting From Memory is that your Box and your Gremlin have total control over what you remember and what you forget. You may be tricked into forgetting even the most vitally important bits of information in less than three seconds. I am sure you have had experiences of this. Then the transformational impact of your Journey is diminished, making it a novel experience soon forgotten.
DOCUMENT IN REAL TIME
Another way to claim access to the treasures of a Journey Into The Earth is to Document In Real Time. What this mean is that, after you have got your Center, Grounding Cord, and Bubble, closed your eyes, and the start bell has wrung. you maintain the alpha-frequencies in your brain waves while keeping one eye partly open to write down what is happening in your Beep! Book.
Alpha frequencies have that sensation in your brain that comes while you are daydreaming or 'zoning out'. It is a pre-sleep state. The active Beta-frequency 'bumblebee hive' of thoughts going this way and that way to no end in your mind settles down into something like warm butterscotch pudding feeling. This is the experience of Alpha waves, or sometimes called, 'Alpha State`.
Without much practice you can learn to enter and remain in Alpha State even with one eye held slightly open wo you can see enough to write onto your Beep! Book. Then on the journey you write down everything as it happens. The people and Beings you meet with slow down and wait for you to make your notes and sketches.
Describe what the gateway looks like, or make a sketch.
Describe what the Guardian of the Gateway looks like. Ask her/him/it if you can make a sketch of them.
You say, "Hello. My name is ___________. May I have the honor of knowing your name?" In this domain, someone's name has more power than simply being a label to call them. So it is an honor to share names. When you begin being vulnerable first by saying your real name, this is an invitation that the Guardian reciprocates. As soon as they say their name, say, "It is a pleasure to meet you!" and write the name down. They may spell it for you if you ask.
Then say, "Would you please bring me to someone who can tell me..." (Here you fill in your authentic request. Check with your 3Cell or Team to verify that your reQuest is clear and full of real necessity. If it is fuzzy, weak, or confused, or if your request is merely intellectual curiosity, you may not even meet the Guardian or be allowed through the Gateway.
Write down everything the Guardian does and says. It is important.
Write down every impression you have.
If you meet a Being, ask their name also. Make a quick sketch of them.
Write down the exact words you say, and the exact words anyone you meet says. Also write what they do, what they imply, and what they demonstrate. Draw sketches.
If you do not understand what they say, you can say, "Please speak slower, louder, and more clearly. Thank you." Or you can say, "Would you please say that again?" Or, "Would you spell that for me please?"
If something strikes you as important but they do not explain enough, you can interrupt them and ask, "Would you please say more about that?" Or "I want to refine my question..." then ask a more precise and relevant question. Their wish is to be helpful, so say exactly what you want or need. Their resources are rather limitless.
JOURNEY AT THE END OF THE WORLD
This is a report from a journey made by four individuals on the Gaian Road Team on the morning of 21 December 2012, the exact date and hour when the 'Mayan Calendar stops' and 'the world will come to an end'. The Gaian Road Team was in Bali at this time, so a few days before we had ventured out to a Balinese 'lumber yard' and purchased eight dried bamboo poles, cut them to size with the bamboo-man's handsaw, drove them home and lashed them together with rope. Having the geometrical form constructed in our living room made an astonishing impact. The space became tangibly sacred.
The set up of our configuration was as follows. The four of us from the Gaian Road Team sat back to back on cushions inside of our self-made bamboo pyramid. Our bungalow was located on rice fields just south of Ubud. We adjusted for time zone differences between Yucatan and Bali, and sat together from 17:45 to 18:20 local time. Sitting without strategizing beforehand who should sit where, I was nonetheless aware that in Celtic clarity, where one sits has meaning.
Clinton (that’s my name) sat facing north. Daniel faced east. Marion faced south. Katharina faced west. One white candle and a stick of sandalwood incense burned in the northwest corner inside the pyramid. One at a time each of us said “Bing!” to signal that we had entered the journey space. On the fourth “Bing!” the journey in our energetic spaceship began. Our shared intention was to open ourselves as a configuration to receive the download for humanity from the center of the galaxy.
This is what happened for me.
After some minutes I became antsy with the feeling that the precious moments were ticking away with nothing happening . I took another deep breath, centered and emptied myself again, and intoned silently, “Please give me the download.” Still nothing happened. By then I could sense that the channel from the sun through Earth to the galaxy center was indeed open, ready and waiting. But I got an impulse the opposite of the instructions we’d heard, which was to receive the download. The impulse was myself use the open channel from here to the center of the galaxy to go get the download myself. The moment I decided to follow this impulse I shot out the top of the pyramid, curved into alignment with the channel and raced along at immense speed.
Before I continue let me first relate a relevant side story. Late one afternoon during the ALIA (Authentic Leadership in Action) Conference hosted by Shambala Institute from 10-16 January 2010 at the Mennorode Conference Center in Elspeet, Netherlands, Marion Lutz and I were invited by our buddy Peter Merry to go visit an ancient Celtic clan meeting site nearby. From the road we trudged through ten inches of crusty snow to the side of a small lake near a hill which both bear names related to Thor from Celtic mythology. Soon we found ourselves entering a passage leading to a magnificently perfect circle of mounds at least five meters tall and nearly eighty meters across. I stood there gazing around while the others climbed the barrows. Something drew me to approach the exact center of the circle. I had heard that such constructions were sometimes built at high energy points on the Earth which allowed direct contact to civilizations on other planets. The entire construct could then be used as an interstellar cell phone. Without thinking much – I was too cold to think – I walked alone to the precise center of the circle, stretched my arms out wide with my palms upwards, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, looked straight up and suddenly heard, “Ring-ring!” I couldn’t actually believe it. This phone was still in service, perhaps activated by my presence and intention. The 'star phone' rang again! “Ring-ring!”
Then someone answered, “Hello?” It was a man’s voice. “Hello!” I shouted silently. “This is Earth calling.” He paused a moment then responded, “You guys haven’t called us in a long time.” I didn’t hesitate at all and said, “Yes, well, things are pretty messed up down here. We’ve organized ourselves into highly technical hierarchical capitalist patriarchal empires that have been hijacked by psychopaths who are destroying ecosystems for what they call “profit” and are committing planetary suicide. We seriously need to upgrade our thoughtware. Can you please send down a packet to transform the morphogenetic field of the human ethnosphere with regenerative Archearchal thoughtware right away?” “Yes,” he said. I waited. But that is all he said. So I said, “Thanks.” Then "click" the line went dead.
The point in telling you this story, as you will see, is that I did not know who I was talking to. It could have been the night watchman for all I knew, or the janitor. If you ever make such a call, make sure you get the name and badge number of the person you are talking to so you can follow up if necessary. It was a mistake I made that I hope you won't.
Back to the pyramid at the end of the world. I am speeding along through absolutely empty blackness and again it seems like nothing is happening. But then I realize that these are truly immense distances and I am cruising at equally immense speeds to get to the center of the galaxy in just a few moments.
Finally I approach some kind of enormous entrance place. I come to a stop and look around. No one is there to greet me. It seems like they are sleeping or merely away. I find a lever to pull to announce my presence and get some attention. After a moment a thin middle-aged man in a kind of wizard hat and black flowing robes streaks to a stop in front of me on a shiny jet scooter. He just stares at me. I get up my courage and say, “Could you please bring me to someone who can give me the download for Earth?” With a bewildered, almost sad look in his eyes he slowly says, “We’ve waited almost forever for you. None of you from Earth ever come here for the download anymore… Get on.”
I am shocked and touched by his honesty about our human hubris. We assume the download should be brought to us rather than recognizing that we have to come get it ourselves.
I scramble onto the jet scooter and hold tightly onto his bony frame. We whizz off diving straight downwards and then outwards for a long distance. Soon we approach a gigantic reflecting castle, built from massive brilliantly-sparkling multi-colored crystals. They all hang together by some field effect without being entirely solid. We slide into an entrance and he drops me off at a front desk, something you might find at at the New York City Library.
An incredibly wrinkled, hunched-over woman with straggly grey hair and frumpy dress hobbles over to her side of the oak reception desk and looks me straight in the face with her lively grey eyes. She says, “What can I do for you?” I chuckle because this is the exact phrase we learn to start our Possibility Coaching sessions. Having learned my lesson from the star-phone incident, I ask up front, “What is your name? And who are you?” She says simply, “Alethora. I’m the librarian.” (Later when I google Alethora I get only 74 results in the entire world, the first being a level 23 human warlock character’s name from World of Warcraft last used in 2009. Spelled with two Ls the results are similar. This librarian is well hidden.)
I say, “My name is Clinton. I’m representative the Earth,” trying to suppress the giddiness of my outrageous improvisation. I continue, “I am here to say we’d like to have the download. I called a little while ago (figuring that the two years that had elapsed equate to a 'little while' in galactic terms) to ask for help, and the man who answered said he would send down a packet to upgrade our thoughtware, but nothing seems to have arrived.”
Alethora bends over a computer screen searching her files but seems to find no record of the incident, mumbling something like, “It’s such a long distance from here.”
I am instantly offended and say, “Yes, it is a long way, but I myself got here quite quickly enough!” She says, “That’s because you were riding on the power of your configuration to get here!” (meaning that I was using the energy of the other three in our Gaian Road Team as some kind of booster rocket).
After a moment she adds, “The download is now on its way from the Akashic Records to Earth.”
I say, “I thought this was the center of the galaxy, not the Akashic Records!”
“What’s the difference?” she comments.
In my astonished silence Alethora changes the subject. “Since you came all the way here, is there anything I can do for you personally, young man?” I am in the vague neighborhood of sixty years old, so calling me a 'young man' again throws me off guard. I remember the Gypsy Queen's sage advice: "Gather your wits and hold on fast. Your mind must learn to roam." I focus deeply into Alethora bright grey eyes and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth, “Yes. You could receive my love and respect.”
As this communication lands in her she moves out from behind the reception desk towards me, meanwhile transforming into a beautifully-radiant young goddess woman dressed in a sparkling multicolored flowing gown, as if it is a living piece of the light-castle we are in. She gathers me up into a complete hug.
During the hug I realize that Alethora's feminine goddess shape is also an illusion.
For an instant I consider asking Alethora to show me her true form. I know she would hear my request if I sincerely made it, but then I remember the first Indiana Jones film where the Nazis open the 'Ark of the Covenent' and are burned to dust, but Indy doesn't look and he is saved. The idea pops into my mind: "It's not the years. It's the mileage!" With a journey like this one, I am getting great mileage. No need to risk cutting short such a good thing. I decide then and there that I am not prepared to withstand the intensity of Alethora’s revelation, and quickly withdrew my thought-wish.
I am sure Alethora notices my whole process and makes no comment. Instead she pulls away, looks me up and down and says, “You’re a memetic engineer. Not so many of you around these days. We need your work.”
Since she sees right through me anyway I ask, “Would you tell me what my part is in all this?”
She doesn’t hesitate an instant before saying, “Build your new genre of online video game. Make your full length feature film. And finish writing your next two books.”
I swallow, wondering how she knows about all this stuff so clearly, but then I think, Of course, she knows. She’s the librarian at the Akashic Records at the center of the galaxy!
Then I ask, “And how do we change human values so we can become regenerative?”
She smiles and says, “Change your own Values. You and your friends enjoy the hell out of the benefits of your new Values wherever you go. Keep talking about your new Values and how you got them.”
“Thanks…” I say, a little uncertainly
She says, “Come back anytime,” and smiles goodbye. Instantly I am sitting in the bamboo pyramid in Bali, feeling the warm back-to-back connection in our configuration.
Then suddenly the download of new Values comes streaming down into humanity. It enters the top of the pyramid and flows out in all four directions of the compass, also impacting my energetic body. These are the Values of next culture, archearchy, the culture that naturally emerges as matriarchy and patriarchy have run their course:
Value VALUE more than material.
Value being-with more than being right.
Value having options more than having possessions.
Value spaces of nothingness more than knowing.
Value experiments and discovery-journeys more than certainty.
Value presence and nonlinear responsiveness more than trying to be in control.
Value fluidity and connectedness more than power.
Value see-clarity more than security…
At this word play I start laughing out loud in delight.
In that same moment, Daniel as our timekeeper, says, "Bing!" which is the 'time is up' signal.
Outside, a gecko lizard barks out his sharp chirping call "Geck-go! Geck-go!"
And a firework explodes from the neighbors’ bungalow “Bang!”
Then Marion and Katharina simultaneously say, “Bing!” They are back.
Then I say, “Bing!” grab my pen and Beep! Book, and begin writing down these words.