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    The Sacred Lake, In Search of Rapavilleme
    The Sacred Lake, In Search of Rapavilleme
    The Sacred Lake, In Search of Rapavilleme
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    The Sacred Lake, In Search of Rapavilleme

    By Fernando Davalos

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    Agustin received an urgent petition of help for the healing of a large lake whose resources were being dilapidated and all its forms of life endangered by the human voracity. The most important danger for this sacred place would be the definitive disappearance of Rapavilleme, the powerful spirit that had animated it for thousands of years and whose characteristic vibration was very suitable for the healing of all types of psychic and spiritual sufferings. The solutions to this challenge couldn't come from any technological or political approaches that have proven in the past to be unsuccessful and covering only personal ambitions. Agustin decided to attempt to help the lake through works of Spiritual Ecology in which inner silence and ritual were incorporated. The work required honesty and a pure motivation, essential requirements to try and ritually grab the attention of the Guardians of the Lake, whoever they were. Follow Agustin and his group in their quest to help an endangered lake and establish contact with its sacred spirit.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFernando Davalos
    Release dateDec 7, 2016
    ISBN9780986491856
    The Sacred Lake, In Search of Rapavilleme
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    Fernando Davalos

    Fernando Davalos PhD is an Architect, Homeopath, and Holistic Educator who had fortunate contacts and work experiences with elders of the indigenous traditions of México and the American continent that were a definite influence on his actual path. For the last years he has worked in different capacities at Mount Royal University, and the University of Calgary where he obtained a Doctorate degree in Education.

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      The Sacred Lake, In Search of Rapavilleme - Fernando Davalos

      Chapter 1

      The Green Elder

      The sun was just rising when Rosana and I arrived to Lake Chapala, the largest lake of México, and the sight this beautiful place presented to our eyes was magnificent. A color symphony everywhere announced a placid dawn. It surely was a good omen for our upcoming group reunion at noon with a young master from South America.

      A little later, we had to meet with the rest of our group to start some activities at approximately 30 kilometres from where we were. I was still wondering on the reason why Rosana insisted to leave Guadalajara city at such an early hour to travel with so much anticipation to the lake, when with no explanation at all, she commented:

      - Why don’t we go to visit an old friend nearby? - It won’t take us too long, and anyways we are still early for our meeting –

      - But Rosana - I protested - everybody will be waiting for us at the meeting –

      - Let them wait then! - She answered - you and I are going to visit my friend now, it is important for you to know him as soon as possible –

      Aware of my expression of confusion and surprise by the energy of her affirmation, Rosana softened a little:

      - Well, you should know that members of the oldest indigenous traditions of our nation introduced me to my old friend, interested ? –

      Her explanation had in me the desired effect, and without further protests and already inside the highway that connects the small towns of the north shore of the lake, I simply followed her instructions until I finally parked my car near a small but modern catholic church.

      Once I closed my car, I immediately asked:

      - And, are we going to pray now? The church is closed. Where are we going? - I counterattacked - and who is your famous friend? –

      Rosana just looked at me with an incredulous look, and with faked impatience affirmed:

      - No, we are not going to the church, but here beside the church is where the mountain trail starts, and we must walk in complete silence from now on, so watch everything, and later you can talk to me all you want. –

      Feeling myself in between the ridicule and somewhat impatient, I just managed to say as if trying hopelessly to regain the control of the situation:

      - It is all right then; let’s go ahead –

      To perform any activity with Rosana was for me a true pleasure because in her being interacted harmoniously a subtle but powerful energy, and a comforting serenity that conferred her personality with a strange magnetism.

      After approximately fifteen minutes of walking in silence through the bed of a dry and very Rocky River creek with tall bushes and a lavish vegetation, Rosana made a stop at the foot of three imposing trees that were growing very close from each other on the side of the rustic trail. Without a word, she proceeded to hug them in silence, saying hello to them with affection and veneration. Immediately afterwards, she followed me with her eyes when without even pretending it, I proceeded to do the same, hugging the trees in a very natural fashion. Rosana laughed openly when she saw my own surprise to what I just did, and in a spontaneous way commented:

      - Well, well, it seems that you four already know each other –

      I was going to answer that this was certainly not the case, but with a quick gesture, she asked me to keep silent, and restarted the walk immediately.

      It took me a while to re-establish anew the necessary inner silence because it did not ceased to amaze me what just happened, as well as the fact that I thought I felt small energetic emanations coming to me from the trees, as I was hugging each one.

      The Guardian

      As our walk progressed, the lush vegetation was becoming almost impassable and the trail even rougher, until we left the creek behind and started to climb a soft hill through our left, walking in narrow and almost imperceptible trails through the lower hills of the mountain.

      When I finally established a little of the needed inner silence, a new finding abruptly surprised me. Immediately after leaving the area where the three great trees were located, we started listening to all kinds of natural noises, such as cicadas, parrots and birds that were noisily warbling at intervals. It was as if the new route we took through the thickness of the vegetation were alive and vibrant. Rosana seemed to notice my new perception as well because without any notice she made a short stop in the trail to look at me for instants and affirmed:

      - They are letting the guardian know that we are coming, and from now on, absolute silence –

      A slight tremor went down through my body from head to toes. What guardian, I asked myself? Moreover, where is the famous friend? When I turned my head again to see Rosana, she had already disappeared behind the small trail. I decided then to stop any reasoning in order to catch up with her before I totally miss her trace.

      After some five more minutes through a steep trail, it turned to the right to meet again the dry bed of the river creek from where we started walking at least 45 minutes ago. By that time, I started to lose the battle against a mixture of anger and nervousness for what I considered a total lack of consideration from Rosana leaving me on my own in that rustic and solitary place. Then, I immediately noticed I was falling again into the inner dialogue trap, and tried to calm myself in the middle of the creek through profound and deep breathing exercises to inhale more quantities of oxygen into my brain.

      This procedure brought me good results, and already in

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