In less than one hour I take a blind step into the unknown, literally clueless about what to expect.
The “Dos de Octubre” activities beginning today take place at the home where Regina was born, in a village called “Aldea De Los Reyes” (Village of the Kings). This tiny village, is approximately 50 kilometers southeast of Mexico City, on the way to the town of Amecameca,
Near the village are mountains with two famous volcanoes, one of masculine energy, the other of feminine. According to Eduardo, these are the same two volcanoes whose energy Regina was sent to awaken as part of her process to initiate a global spiritual awakening.
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I attempted to get answers from Anna Louisa and Antonio on Sunday, but our communication was difficult, awkward. Finding it nearly impossible to understand their Spanish, I asked them to speak in English. However, their English accents and vocabularies did not exactly facilitate effective understanding either.
What I did understand was that nights may be quite cold, there are no nearby hotels, and we will be camping—outdoors. Someone is bringing tents, but we need our own sleeping bags. Also, Anna Louisa told me in no uncertain terms that I should have a coat if I don’t want to freeze.
For two days now, I have used moments of free time to scour the area surrounding the Zocalo on foot, in a difficult, but successful attempt to purchase a sleeping bag, air mattress, and coat. Physically, I believe I have everything I need, but emotionally, I am slightly anxious—actually, ‘slightly’ is probably an understatement.
Very soon now, I will gather my belongings and check out of the hotel. Not only do I have a small suitcase and backpack to worry about, but now I also have two large shopping bags—one filled with a sleeping bag and a coat, the other filled with my air mattress. With arms loaded, I will walk two blocks to the Zocalo subway station. From there I will take two separate trains, eventually arriving at a station called “Sn. Lauzaro.”
After leaving the subway, my task will be to locate a small rural bus, route 85 to Amecameca. I’m not sure, but I believe these will be small Volkswagen buses, crowded with people. I saw many similar transports on Monday during my tour to Teotihuacan.
Antonio assures me that the bus driver will be familiar with the location of “Aldea De Los Reyes.” I just need to ask him to drop me off there. Yeah, right.
On the back of a piece of paper, Antonio drew me a makeshift map. “The driver will drop you off here,” he began. “Then you will need to carefully cross this busy highway, walk down this small road, take a left, past so and so. There you will find the house of Regina.”
Antonio’s directions do not exactly instill a great deal of confidence in my soul—but a warm feeling in my heart confirms that “Yes, I will indeed be OK.”
Regardless of what happens, Today, and in the next two days, I will have an adventure to share, incredible stories to tell—and I will grow in wisdom and confidence.
I find it highly unlikely that I will have any internet access before my return to Mexico City on Friday, but you can be sure I will be writing just the same. As soon as time permits, I will organize and publish my story.
I cannot explain why I am so nervous and emotional about today’s journey—I have successfully faced more daunting fears so many times before—and I do trust my feelings completely.
My head is screaming loudly, “What the Hell are you doing?”
My heart calmly resonates, “Go for it … all will be wonderful … you will be forever grateful.”
I choose to follow my heart. Wish me luck.
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