Written many years ago.  There is so much to a naming Ceremony- mostly they are to be keep private, yet this name was given to be used publicly.

Kucho and I at the mouth of Shaman’s Cave, Machu Picchu. August- 2004

At five o’clock that morning a group of us made our way to the Ceremony site on the side on the Mama Mountain- Machu Picchu. Drunvalo and I stood shoulder to shoulder as the Sun rose….then shimmied along the edge of the Mountain to the Cave. Following the Ceremony I asked permission to stay in the Shaman’s Cave alone.

We thought at the moment of this picture we were saying ‘so long’, but the Ancients had more for us on this day.

This Cave stimulated feeling and memory….I felt very open to receive.

When I was alone, sitting in the center of the Cave, I heard a symphony of voices. There were so many languages, sounds and voices simultaneously I had to relax and just be.

After an hour or two, time was hard to tell, I heard a voice clearly state Kucho had a gift for me.
I was scheduled to leave Machu Picchu that evening.

Eventually I came out of the Cave and made my way down to the where the buses constantly shuffle people up and down to town, I got on a bus mostly filled and in minutes we were making our way down the mountain.

Emotion filled to capacity, I struggled to contain the feelings of leaving ‘The Mountain’.

I looked up to the front of the bus, and i saw Kucho’s leather hat peeking over the top. Could it be? When the bus stopped, he just calmly turned and gestured he would wait for me outside.

I, like a five year old, full of excitement, began to tell him what had happened in the Cave. With a sparkle in his eye, he gave me instructions to meet him at a certain place at a certain time.

I rushed back to my hotel and made arrangements for my luggage to go to the train and then set off to find Kucho.

I waited where he had instructed, but no one came. I heard music playing beneath me, and leaned over to become entranced by a five piece Peruvian band. Beyond the music I became aware of a man pointing at me. He was tall for a Peruvian, with long black hair, and the face of a crow. His stare was intense. He pointed at me and then over to his left. i looked, and there was Kucho with a wide grin, waving a full over head wave, and in the other arm held a beautiful baby girl.

My heart lept, and off I scurried to meet them. He escorted me into a building.

He was beautiful in his white ruffled shirt, with his shiny black hair now free.

A Ceremonial Blanket was on the floor, sacred herbs were burning, and Love permeated.

We knelt,  made an offering to Paccha Mama, Kucho spoke some delicate words of the Ancient Ones and began to sing.
I had fulfilled my role by bringing ‘my’ Sacred Eagle Feather to Peru (another story).
Although Drunvalo and I were the only ones who knew this, on the physical plane….the Ones looking on knew all along. 
For me the lesson was on attachment….letting go of the old sacred ways to make room for a New Sacred Way of Being.Kucho sang……

EEEEEELLLLIAAAAhhhhh

EEEEEEELLLLIAAAhhhh

EEEEEEELLLLIAAAAhhhh

“From this day on, from Machu Picchu, you are Illia……simply Light”

The Energy surged through my body, from the top down.

The Ceremony continued, with Sacredness dripping from every word.

After the three of us laughed and hugged, and kissed each other’s forehead and cheeks, eventually I was able to leave.

I changed that afternoon, I do not want to define it, but I changed.

I give thanks to Kucho, who on the night of the full moon, climbs the Mama Mountain of Machu Picchu to offer prayers of Love for this beautiful Planet and ALL that It Is.

I give thanks to the Ancient Ones, who are so much a part of Life on Earth.

May we ALL experience Sacred Love in our Hearts.