9 January 2010

As we hurtle through the remaining weeks and months before we leave for Peru, one fact has become startlingly clear. The choice each of us (in our current human form) is required to make looms immediate and large: either we opt to remain within the game of the illusion or we choose to transcend into the next density or octave of experience.

Over the past several years, I have been privileged to interact with untold thousands of people with whom I share the metaphysical fringes of our societies. Many of these extraordinary beings have spent an impressive number of years in one practice or another in their attempt to delve ever deeper into the mysteries of the universe. Yet, when faced with the ultimate choice of using the powerful teachings to break free of the limitations of the illusion or to better their position within the physical world on this side of the veil, the overwhelming majority chooses the latter.

This apparent paradox puzzled me for years until I revisited the words of an old friend, the 13th century poet, Jelaluddin Rumi. Born in what is present day Afghanistan in 1207, Rumi was one of the very rare mystics who had the uncanny ability to ascend into the ineffable presence of the infinite and return with enough light in his cupped hands to illuminate the hearts of the entire world.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

There is much to share about the nature of Rumi’s field. It is emerging as the focal point of my latest book that may well be completed before we leave for Peru. But more than that, the field is the key to personal transcendence. It is the place we are free to enter once we release the ego – along with its concomitant trappings of judgment and preference – that lends such critical importance to our station within the illusion.

This field awaits us in Peru. It is lovingly held by the Quechua, the indigenous people of the Sacred Valley where we will be spending our days and nights. Within its transformative frequencies all sense of separation dissolve and, should we choose, we will be reunited with our true essence. Although there is much that can (and will) be shared about the nature of the field, suffice it to say, it is no friend of the ego. This worldly-rooted aspect of our being that provides our identity (and sense of self-worth) on this side of the veil depends on our continued participation in the illusion for its very existence. The reason so many seemingly evolved beings baulk at moving on is because their ego remains in charge of their lives and adamantly defends against any thoughts or activities that threaten its survival.

It has been fascinating to witness the internal battles brewing within those contemplating coming on this particular trip to Peru. Many who once thought they were on board have found other worldly imperatives that intervened; others who had never considered the possibility of visiting this remote part of the planet suddenly knew, beyond all possibility of doubt, that they were meant to be there.

The group that will be joining us is turning out to be highly self-selective. As people commit it’s becoming increasingly clear that this is no ordinary gathering of the curious. These are uncommon times and the opportunity for transformation they afford is unprecedented. A small taste of the possibilities that await you can be found in these notes. Were I Rumi, with his unparalleled ability to translate the music of the spheres into words, I would share more but, alas, I am not and your time spent within the field ultimately speaks for itself.

The trip is now open to others and places will be filled in the order received. The unpredictable turn of events that continues to reveal the full measure of this experience is making us think about further limiting the number of attendees. If you still wish to come and haven’t yet sent in your deposit please do so immediately. If you find yourself hesitating, please consider that this trip may be a bit more than you initially bargained for. Perhaps it is time to trust your gut and accept that the possibility that you are not meant to be there. For those who opt to join us we promise the adventure of a lifetime.

Somewhere, under the limbs of the majestic lucuma tree near the bank of the Urubamba River, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

In love and light,
Jean-Claude & Arianne Koven

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