Indralaya, a Sanskrit term meaning home of the spiritual forces in nature, was founded over 90 years ago by several theosophists that included Fritz and Dora Kunz. Erica and I had arranged to stay in the cabin they built over half a century ago and we planned to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Dora’s passing by creating an apacheta for her. Born in Dutch Java, Dora Van Gelder Kunz was an exceptional clairvoyant and healer who devoted her 95 years on earth to the service of humanity. In her late 80s her healing hands brought my teen-age son through a life-threatening illness.
In tune to the majesty of this idyllic setting we headed down the trail toward the beach, offering tobacco and crystals to the spectacular trees, mushrooms and moss along the way. At the beach we created our anchoring mandala with the kelp, shells and cedar fronds that had fallen or washed ashore. Activating the mandala was exhilarating. As we heartily belted out each direction to the water, Mamaqocha seized the strong vibrations, absorbed them into her depths and returned waves of joy at our feet on the shore. It was an intimate loving exchange of gratitude. I had held a vision of creating the apacheta tucked away at the beach or hidden in the forest, but we quickly realized there were no stones on this beach of ground shells and driftwood.
Collecting our coats and tools, we went outside and carefully removed the moss-covered top stones, saving them to be returned as camouflage. Removing the inner stones we finally reached the earth. We left the outer ring of stones undisturbed to keep the apacheta as natural-looking as possible. I buried the despacho I had created for Dora wrapped in her memorial service program and we consecrated the ground with cornmeal, tobacco and a k’intu. Carnation petals went on next to be hidden within the apacheta so as not to attract attention. With focused intent we silently rebuilt the stones incorporating the offerings we had brought and lavishing them all with Florida water and tobacco as we worked. Finally we put the moss-covered stones on top and incorporated a capstone. We toned the directions and anointed the apacheta with Cascade Mountain Range water we had gathered on our pilgrimage. We then offered the poems we’ve read to every apacheta we’ve created, in this way firmly linking them together. The rock pile had been transformed into an activated apacheta that glowed before our eyes yet we knew it would go unnoticed by most everyone. The elegance of our endeavor was profound.
All too soon we were again on the ferry preparing for the transition back into the world of humans. As we pulled away from the dock a bald eagle gracefully flew across the boat right before my eyes. My heart felt a flash of recognition and I acknowledged the eagle’s confirmation that our adventure was well-received by the unseen world. Offering ceremony and gifting tobacco created a resonance that was so much stronger than all the previous visits I had made to the island. I was leaving Indralaya with a more profound sense of balance and harmony with the spiritual forces in nature. Such is the power of sacred reciprocity.
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