known language, showed up and stood right in line with the amazing photo of Machupicchu emerging in front of me.

This was puzzling to me as it was about 6am, & the front gates do not open until 8am. So where did these bozos come from, I thought? Couldn’t they find another place to view the sunrise from. Come on… I was thinking, I have been here ALL NIGHT in a stone cold state reducing my grand quest to have a vision to snapping a great photo. I didn’t think it could get much worse? But it did I assure you. One of the fellows pulled some bowling pins out of a bag and began to JUGGLE! It was the most absurd sight I have ever witnesses after a all nighter in a sacred site. This guy was juggling at sunrise at Machupicchu right in front of my breath taking photograph and ruining the only thing I would gain from this frigid evening in Machupicchu. This was the last thing I expected. And yeap!… they were snapping photos of themselves juggling in front of Machupicchu! It was like God was playing a big joke on me.

I have to admit all that mediating did nothing for my anger levels. I was grumpy, stone cold and down right livid. How dare these guys block my awesome view. There were so many other places they could have gone. How dare the creator not bless me with a great vision with all the sacrifices I made to get it!  After all I have been blessed with tremendous visions in other sacred sites over and over, some of which changed my life forever. Why was I being denied what I expected this time. I went back to the hotel feeling dejected by spirit and down right tired. I forgot the entire event & went on with the journey that offered our group great insights and profound teachings, but in the back of my mind I thought about that cold traumatic night where God played a big cosmic joke on me.

This last September 2000, I guided another group to Peru. When we returned to Machupicchu, at some point I like to amuse my group with the traumatic juggling story. It helps me heal my wounds of that night (just joking) and it gets my group laughing and reminds them that visions come and visions go and you never know when you’ll be touched by a divine moment.

We were perched on top of the site near the funeral stone. Some of the group had created an alter on top the stone, others choose to sit, legs hanging over the edge, facing my favorite sacred mountain, Apu Putikisi. This mountain is a dimensional doorway to a golden city and when meditating upon it many can feel, see and hear the Luremian Masters messages and if you are real lucky you get a chance to go inside the city’s first level.

to enter the golden city inside the mountain. Guess what they said." I was very curious and said with excitement. "Come on Howard lets hear it!" He said, "Now don’t laugh at me, but the Lunreian Masters said the key to enter the Golden City was to JUGGLE!

Now keep in mind Howard was way out of ear shot while I was telling the story to the group. This is why what he said was so shocking. The group’s mouths dropped open in amazement and all chimed in with, "WHAT???? What did you say????" We could not believe our ears. I knew Howard was a story teller and a very creative one at that, so just for a second I thought… maybe he made this story up to pull our legs. We had a very rambunctious group this year, and outrageous laughter and silliness was a daily and constant event. But I discounted this thought almost immediately. It was to far out to be made up.

What was so amazing was the realizations that came just after Howard’s revealing message. First it was quite possible that the two juggling guys where the Andean Masters I had called on and they had, in fact, given me the keys to the Golden City. I have been calling the Masters to come to me in physical form all my life, and here they were right in front of me, and I did not recognized them! You don’t expect Masters to juggle their teachings now do you? Of course I should have known better, the Masters I have been working with most of my life have a twisted sense of humor, and always take me by surprise.

Secondly I realized that because I had criteria for what I thought was the appropriate way to receive a divine message or vision limited me from seeing the message that was right in front of me.  I was not in an altered state of meditation, I saw no burning bush or alien space craft, I was not in a deep and serious spiritual state, no phenomena was present at all, just a couple of odd looking fellows in the absurd act of juggling in Machupicchu. This helped me realize we may be having divine messages transmitted in the most absurd and unexpected ways and in what we think is a normal everyday conscious state. This makes me question how much are we missing? How many Masters walk among us everyday. How often do they push our buttons, tease us, ask us to lighten up, and give the answers to us on our deepest questions and we miss it because they do not come in the form we believe is appropriate.