The Journey to the PEACE DOME


Paz’s Story

The time period is the present. The location is Peru, South America in a mountain village. A young man named Paz Cuzco is herding his lamas near an ancient Inca village, where his grandfather had lived and generations of his people before him lived. Night begins to fall and Paz makes sure his flock of llamas is protected for the night.

Out of the corner of his eye a gleam catches his attention. Lifting his head, he sees it is a star falling from the sky. The direction is north, towards the North America. He sees it as a sign that he must travel north. For a long time now Paz has felt an inner calling, ever since his grandfather took him on a vision quest into the sacred curved light cave. The further into the earth you traveled, the darker and more quiet the cave became. You had to rely on something other than external senses here. Here the only light was whatever could be generated from within.

It was in the light cave Paz had the vision. Here Paz saw many people, people unlike his family and those he lived with. Strange faces and shapes, dressed in colors he had never seen before. They were engaged in activities foreign to him, and Paz later had a difficult time when he tried to put his experience into words. His grandfather understood. He too had known visions. He had spent all his days living between the worlds, interpreting the signs.

"These are dome people," his grandfather said, "They are continuing the ways of the ancients." These words ignited an inner drive in Paz, a compelling urge he had never experienced before. It was beyond curiosity, beyond adventure, beyond his own desire. He knew he must seek these people out. These people live in the north where the great mountains that once stood proud have turned to dust and become hills. That is all his grandfather told him.

In a short time vision left Paz. Almost as quickly as it had come. Sometimes the hoot of an owl or the wings of a bat would stir the urge, and even though Paz took it to be a physical discomfort of hunger or disagreeable food, his inner sense told him the feeling was more. On this night, this star – this light in the sky – brings the memory back in a flood of images. The innervision has returned, and this time it is familiar. Paz knows the time has come to embark upon the journey, the journey that will lead him to these people who are continuing the ways of the ancient ones. When he tells his grandfather, the old man’s eyes twinkle with wise encouragement. Paz appreciates his grandfather’s presence when he tells the rest of the family, and he feels certain what he can not find the words to answer, his grandfather perhaps will.

His mother helps him pack a few things, advising him on what he will need in the days to come. Paz is not concerned, somehow knowing that he will meet people along the way who will help him, and give him guidance and direction, shelter and food. His father offers a much valued map, which Paz receives with gratitude. He smiles, and his father remarks about how he can see his grandfather in Paz at this moment. Paz knows the kind of direction he will need on this journey will come from his inner voice.

Along the way he is drawn to visit the cities of his ancestors: the Incas, the Aztecs, and the Anasazi. He knows that their cities are along the way and he has always wanted to visit them to know the history of his people. In time Paz will realize each is a piece to a greater whole.

The first city that he comes to is the mountain city of Machu Pichu. Paz explores the city, marveling at the great sacred stones from millennia past. As he moves down each pathway he begins noticing designs etched in the city wall. These must be symbols, he says to himself. One in particular draws him in. It is a picture of a half moon, lying on its flat side. It looks like a rising sun, he thinks. Ah! The vision in the curved light cave surfaces and Paz remembers what he has seen before.

After lingering for days in Machu Pichu, the urge drives him to the base of the mountain to an Indian village where an old story has been told for thousands of years by the elders of the tribe. Here Paz learns of the people in the north who are the reincarned masters of long ago. The chief of the tribe hands Paz a sacred stone that has been past down for centuries. Without any words spoken of Paz’s destination, the chief hands Paz the stone asking him to give it to the people in the north. Respectfully, he receives the stone and puts it into his pouch. Then a woman gives him a piece of cloth, hand woven from brilliant fibers fashioned into a beautiful pattern. Again, without words, Paz understands that he is the bearer of these gifts. He has been chosen to carry the messages of these people and he is humbled.

Throughout the day he receives wisdom from these elders, then at dawn following the blessing of the tribe and food, he continues on his way. From village to village Paz makes his way, telling the people he meets of his quest. They in turn share their histories, their visions, offering Paz whatever he might need to make his trip easier. With each mountain scaled, Paz grows stronger in innervision. With each valley explored, his inner radiance burns more steadily.

Paz travels into Mexico and into the old city of Tenochtitlan. He spends many days here studying the writings on the walls, and remembering. Strange images seem to flood his mind that seem to come from nowhere. Paz’s innervision has returned in a fury. Memories of long ago, of ceremonies and people and of something even more intriguing. A shiver runs up his spine as he begins to identify the feeling of being here before. Again he sees the moon symbol, the rising sun, the cave dome symbol and he knows he is on the right track.

In a nearby village live the descendents of the Aztecs, a people called the Toltec. Paz shares his story with them and they freely welcome him as a member of their tribe. That night around the campfire the tribe leader tells tales of long ago. Listening with his inner senses he absorbs their cultures, becoming more radiant. Again he is given a special gift. Here is a stone that has been touched by every member of the tribe since the tribe began. Holding the rock in the palm of his hand, it warms his hand all the way to his fingertips. The heat travels up his arm and into his entire body, and Paz radiates a greater inner light. He smiles, and a young girl steps forward offering him a circle of cloth. "Each female has made at least one pass of the weaving stick to make this for you." Paz realizes these people have been waiting for his coming, and again he is in awe. Speechless, he places the rock and the cloth in his pouch. The evening is filled with singing and dancing, and as dawn announces the new day, Paz moves on.

The innervision tells Paz when he reaches the North America. He is drawn to countless native American Indian tribes, until word of his travels and quest has reached all tribes in the Americas that still hold fast to truths taught by the ancestors. Those who have yet to experience his coming look for him, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

At the four corners region in the North America, Paz is told of entire cities that are carved into the mountainside. These are the old cities of the Anasazi Indians, whose name means "ancient ones". In nearby villages, stories are told by the Hopi elders of these ancient ones. Stories about how they came to this area after their lands were flooded, and then after a few hundred years of living peacefully with the Earth, disappeared forever. No one knows where they went. Some say they saw the corruption of man and decided to return to their homes in the stars. It is also said that some stayed behind to help those who were ready find their way to the beginning place again.

Paz’s mind opens. Flashbacks, vivid images fill his mind. It is as if he is transported back to the curved light cave of his earlier years. The shiver rises up his spine, stronger than ever before, bringing light from inside his eyes and illuminating his brain. He sees ships that float in the air, and a vast city where the "lighted ones" lived. Paz struggles to sustain the vision and he hears his grandfather’s voice, "Those who sustain know how to set free." Paz knows this is the answer, but what does it mean? He begins to worry, his vision seems to move from him like sands through his fingers. He wants to grasp it, to hold it more tightly, yet the urge within him says no. He stops, and in that moment his mind is still. He cannot hear his own breathing, and he realizes he has been holding his breath, for he does not know how long.

"Those who sustain know how to see free." Paz exhales one long, steady breath. Immediately before his wisdom eye a four-sided mountain appears. It is made of blocks that appear from thin air. Each side is perfectly flat. Now a new voice comes whispering into his mind’s ear, "It brings peace to a mother giving birth." Paz does not know what the words mean, but this no longer distracts or troubles him for he now knows when the time comes, the meaning will be revealed.

Seeking counsel, Paz tells the Hopi leader of his visions. The respected leader invites Paz into his dwelling place, and there opens a chest. Out of it he pulls a scroll that seems to crumble as he touches it. It was so old, Paz thinks. On the scroll is drawn a picture. Below the picture a message is written in the language of the ancient ones. These lines and symbols Paz has never seen, yet somehow he knows their meaning. His inner eye reads the message, "crystal people of the new age." Paz recognizes the picture as the four-sided mountain of stone blocks, flat on all sides. Through his mind’s eye he enters into the mountain and the next vision is revealed. The inner mountain is carved into a dome. All the forms Paz has experienced, from the first vision in the cave to now, merge into one and Paz remembers why he has come there. The old Hopi Indian assures him that all his questions will be answered in time.

So many experiences have come to Paz here in this area of four corners. He does not know how to think of the visions, the scroll or any of the stories he was told this evening. Neither does the old Hopi leader. As some old mysteries have been solved, new ones are surfacing. The more he learns, the more he knows he needs to learn. With many questions dancing in his mind, Paz falls asleep aware that at daylight he will be on his way.

Paz leaves the American Southwest and moves toward the Midwest, passing into dusty plains of Oklahoma. The people of the Cherokee nation greet him as though he is a lost member of the tribe. Everyone talks with him, gives him gifts and asks him now to share his stories.

He stays there for many days recovering his strength. Many Indians offer to take him to his destination by car, but he knows that he must go alone and on foot. By the time he leaves the Cherokee people, news of his journey and great quest has reached all tribes in the Americas, even those who have lost connection with the ancient ways. Ceremonies and dances in his honor are common. Drawings and etchings are created depicting the stories of Paz, and most of all the ancient ways are being brought back into the light of day.

As Paz passes into Missouri he feels a shift in the energy there. It is an energy that is very similar to the energy he is feeling in his dreams. For many nights now he has been having dreams of swirling energy vortexes in the colors of the rainbow. Geometrical structures that seem to breathe in endless space. Spheres that glow with radiant energy seem to rise up from the earth, as if the curved light cave dome has pushed itself up from the heart of Mother Earth.

None of these things did he see as a llama herder in Peru.

With his inner senses increasingly keener, Paz can follow the energy vortex. He is drawn by it, tracing it all the way to its origin in a hamlet named for the wind. Along the way he meets and sees people that he believes must live on other continents of Earth. Their clothing and language is very foreign reminding him of his first vision so long ago. These people too are on the journey. All along he had traveled alone, yet never felt lonely. Now he knows why, there are many who are making the journey.

On his last night of travel Paz knows that he is so close he doesn’t sleep. He continues to walk all night, until dawn when he arrives at his destination. He sees the great dome rising on the hill. From the west, the morning sun kisses the beautiful structure as if to awaken her. All around him the Earth appears to be on fire with the colors of autumn.

Paz meets many people that day, people his eyes have never seen before yet his heart and mind greet them as old friends. Paz gives his gifts to the people and learns of their ways and their teachings. Then he approaches the Dome.

Somehow he knows this is the moment he has been preparing for all his life. As his steps follow the curving walkway, he senses a rise in his energy of anticipation. He now stands before the great door of the threshold to the entrance. He is welcomed by the gatekeeper. A thrill overcomes him as he enters. Memories stir. This is a place of curved light. Paz realizes all thoughts in the Dome are reflected to him, and back to him.

Paz stills his mind using the mental discipline – the ways of the ancients – that his Grandfather has taught him. In an instant he is in eternity. He sees all and seems to know and perceive all time and space. This Dome is somehow connected to the holy dome cave of his youth and to all the planet. He perceives the energy lines and grid of Mother Earth. They are as Grandfather had taught him.

Paz expands his consciousness to the stars throughout the universe. One star glows brightly, drawing his attention to the Eastern sky. His mind seems to return to Earth and to the Peace Dome, yet the bright shining star remains in front of him. As his attention returns to his physical body and senses, he realizes the star remains in front of his eyes. The star is a smiling maiden, a girl about his age. She seems to have a familiar or similar vibration although it is apparent that this girl is from a far away land. Her clothing is strange and colorful, different yet beautiful. Her eyes hold the shining star with a light radiating from within. She is moving rhythmically toward him, gliding as though dancing. Paz is drawn toward the girl, and she smiles.

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