Saturday, April 29, 2017

[Machu Picchu]: Final words

Hmmmm...I'm glad I went. I'm back home now. I missed home too in between, in Cusco.

I enjoyed it quite a bit. I was also testing my body after the whole BP meds tapering to zero and my knees etc. Body did quite well.

I also met and spoke to many different people. Including that girl on gap year from Hamburg I met in Lima airport. She told me about workaway.com, a volunteering website. She worked at Inca Wasi. ("The children, all they had was the clothes and their back. They were so happy. Why do we need so much?).

What do I feel now. Just happy. Thankful. A yearning to explore Bolivia, Colombia, Brasil surrounding the Amazon basin...let's see.

The world is a big place. The universe is bigger. Peru closed some loop for me and opened something inside. I can't clearly say what. There are many worlds. Each unto its own. I felt less disturbed to be back into the world. I was taken away far, yes. Externally and internally. But that somehow made me feel more connected to the rest. People who've read the ayahuasca account have been asking me are you any different. Has it changed you etc. No, it doesn't. Means, I'm the same of course. But you begin to view things differently or through a different lens. I feel much more connected to the whole, to people and to every situation. A lot more. When that Uber car hit the other car, I was getting late, I only felt love for the driver. Not irritation. But more natural acceptance. I've been noticing such things. I keep wondering if all this will last. Will I get back into the din of the world? I don't know.

For now, I feel a certain completeness. I might've return to Peru. I kept wanting to go to Nazca lines. It's crazy too that one (lines on the ground that can only be seen from far above - insect, humming bird, monkey - what were they trying to communicate?). There's so much of love that the country has to offer. I received a lot of kindness generally. The deeper you go everywhere, the same it is. People are the same. When you know more outside, somehow you know more inside too. I leave some part of me. I learn some part of me. This one left a deep impression.

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