Energy, an Eco-Lodge and the Jungle
We have traveled back to Belize City via water taxi and jumped onto a local bus for the hour and half ride to San Ignacio. The ride through the country was interesting and I saw one thing I didn’t expect to see, Mennonite farmers. I thought I was seeing things, after all, we just came from a Caribbean island with dread locked locals, presumably populated from the slave trade in the 1800s. Then driving the Belize city, the occupants getting on and off the bus in the local urban areas were of African decent but spoke an English that sounded more like Creole to my untrained ear.
Belize City reminded me New York City, only much poorer, the poverty astounding from the view of bus window. Then after an hour or so on the bus, I see Mennonite farmers with horse and buggies, men with black tall hats like Abe Lincoln and women sporting Little House on the Prairie dresses . And I was looking forward to experiencing yet a fourth distinct population, those that were Spanish speaking and Indigenous mix, like the population of Guatemala. Wow, what a strange little country with quite a cultural mix but somehow not seemingly in the midst of an identity crisis.
We arrived at San Ignacio and took another local bus to the village of San José Succotz, where we staying at an eco-lodge for backpackers called Trek Stop. I was in pure amazement on how many worlds apart this was from Caye Caulker. No more beach, no more Caribbean, just pure jungle. Cyndi, Miro and I are sharing a little cabin for three, Miro and I had the bunk beds and Cyndi relaxed in the comfy double bed. We have electricity in our cabin, but that was it. Ah, rustic living…
There are shared eco- toilets and cold rainwater showers on the grounds, just a short walk from our cabin. The grounds themselves are lush with plants and even have a nature walk identifying the names and uses many plant medicines used by the Mayans. The eco-lodge has a common out area,with many board games, reference books and a lending library. But my favorite by far, is the buttery house on the grounds, filled with colorful species and many varieties of local moths. Ah what a wonderful place to spend time.
The air feels fresh and clean, the sounds of the bugs, birds and animals were alive everywhere. Sitting still and being aware of our surroundings is such a gift here, since there is so many different noises and sounds I’ve never heard before to feast my ears on. Miro and I are really loving this place. It’s truly unlike anyplace we’ve been to before in our lives.
Yesterday, we took the ¼ mile walk down the road to an archeological site called Xunantunich. I was so excited, ANOTHER Mayan site!! This ruins was so green, the remnants of the building covered with moss. We climbed the steps to large building, and this is where I had my first energetic experience. There was a space between the bottom steps and the top part of the structure that was without a doubt, an pure energy vortex. I stood there for a good three minutes with both of my hands pressed up against the base of the building and felt a trembling vibration rock my hands, then move into the core of my body then my whole body shook in unison. I am guessing I was there any where between one and three minutes, but it couldn’t be sure. At the point I moved my hands away from the base of the building, I was ready to stop the sensation I was feeling and the shaking stopped immediately.
This experience was real, without a doubt and I had wished I would have had a powerful vision or “message” to along with the experience. But I did not. Just the feeling was enough. This was my first time ever experiencing anything like this in my life, always knew it was possible, and I was grateful.
I soon joined Miro on the other side of the temple and we climbed to the top. A local man pointed off in one direction, beyond the tree-lined horizon. He said, just there is Guatemala. Wow! Just realized how close we were to the border. What an amazing view, jungle all around and the beautiful green lush landscape surrounding what must have been a vibrant Mayan community. I felt very connected in that moment.
We climbed down the temple structures and walked over to a grassy area, which is where Cyndi was waiting for us. We explored the rest of the site, and came across a flat, alley of sorts. One of the locals started explaining to us, this is where the Mayans played ball. It was a ball court. Ah, so interesting.. Here’s more on the Mayan ball game.