Day 14
What a wonderful, quiet night with so many dreams! As there was no one around me rushing out of their beds, I took my time in the morning, heading out after the rain around 9:00.
There was an internal discussion happening if I should carry the heavy backpack up to Pico Sacro, as a symbol to fulfill my "duty" as a pilgrim, carrying all my belongings with me for the whole trip. A part said yes, a part said no. I felt into it and came up with my own symbology, packing only water, some 99% chocolate and a lemon in the very small pouch that unfolded into a backpack. It felt good to walk lightly, in a meditative trance, and it gave me enough symbology.
On the way up, I saw people cutting down tree beings, and it gave me a new perspective on "natural" wood when it was harvested from a sacred mountain. Most of the woods here has been planted in straight lines. I hope the people who proposedly "own" these grounds will one day find better ways for earning money and could leave the tree beings growing.
With the heavy backpack, I would have chosen the direct street up to the mountain. With the small one, I first circled around the top, finding the regular street too boring. With the help of an app, I found a small path leading up from the western side.
The wet grass soaked my shoes, the climb was a good one, so I actually got a much better feeling of getting up a mountain than by following the main road.
I really didn't know what to expect up there. This was the end of my pilgrimage. Would something special and magical happen? Or would I simply feel that the way leading here had already been the goal? This pilgrimage had transformed the perception of my universe, being able to tune into ONEness with everything around me whenever I wanted.
And yet, there were some wonders awaiting me at the top. First, there was the path of the queen, as a small, seemingly cut-out path through massive rocks was called. It didn't look natural. Was this the miracle that the disciples of apostle Sanct Jago (St. James) worked, so that she would so eagerly become a Christian believer?
I went to the very top, it showed no cross, but instead a three parted symbology in stone. For me, this represented the Holy Trinity: the divine feminine, the divine masculine, and the unity of both. It has a similarity to the Shivalingam from India.
It was a nice synchronicity, when I took out my phone to take the picture of me holding my hand on the stone, feeling all the gratefulness for my long journey. It was exactly 11:11.
I sent the picture to a friend who also constantly has this time re-appearing in his life, and he read the message at 13:13 his time. When he answered me, it showed 14:14 my time.
Then, I looked at some steps that were made from stone and found a sort of construction in perfect angles, but made from huge rocks that I believe no one in the later medieval times knew how to cut or place like this. And it really felt like a tomb! I was intrigued, went to the place, held my hands on the stones, felt the ground, sensed deep inside.
Then, I asked. Jago... Are you here? I received a clear YES and started to cry. In an instant, I understood what happened. Of course, the disciples of Jago, having made all the way from Jerusalem, would not have agreed to bring the remains of their beloved and powerful apostle into a valley. A hilltop, mostly made from quartz crystal, would be much more suitable for such a saint.
But queen Lupa wanted a place where she could offer a church, gain power and money. I felt that the disciples gave her, with or without her knowing, some remains of a body, perhaps someone who died on the long passage way, but from what I felt, it was not St. James.
After some time of reflection and contemplation, I asked Jago... Do you want to accompany me? Walk with me? Be with me? I received another strong YES and felt deeply touched and honoured.
Then, I made my way down on the northern side, following small trails that I would probably not have taken with the heavy backpack. Walking a long circle around, I came close to two huge bridges, one of them was built more recently for a super fast train, so I heard.
In the next village, I feasted on one of the famous three-course pilgrim's menus, even taking the dessert and an Expresso, which was very unusual for me, as I had quit coffee a long time ago. But it felt right on this day. I had achieved everything I had been looking for, and more. Why not jump out of the ordinary. It even helped me processing all what had happened.
Here, I cannot write everything I felt and received up and around Pico Sacro, as some parts are very personal. But I will do so in my upcoming book "Becoming Who We Are" (working title), which will extend my personal pilgrimage experience with practical guidance and ideas on how to use long meditative walks as a form of natural growth and healing.
Tomorrow, I'm looking forward to having another day around the sacred mountain, getting some more clarification on some things. I might even go up there once again, just to feel the energies one more time.