Cruising The Yuca-tan

Years ago I took my one and only cruise to the Mexican Riviera. On the flight to Miami I got very sick with stomach cramps and should have known better. I was reluctant to cruise in the first place because of a long held belief I had been on the Titanic but overcame my fear determined to see the Mayan ruins. Later I realized my stomach problem was a warning saying stop-do not proceed, but of course I didn't listen. I managed Key West OK and went to bed while everyone else went to the Casino, awakening only when the rough seas crossing the Gulf threw me out of the bed like a rag doll in the middle of the night. It turned out that was my pattern for the entire trip-I was completely non-resistant. When I awoke early the next morning I could see land through the mist out our balcony doors...It was a milestone moment of my life to realize I was looking at the Yuca-tan peninsula. From where, from when...I was totally transfixed with wonder and stood on the balcony mesmerized til we reached Cozumel. I recognized this land and realized why I was compelled to come in spite of being sick and my fear of ships. According to the Cayce readings the terrain has changed but the feel was familiar re old temple training. I don't think I lived there but do believe I was there often in some capacity as priest/frequencyholder. We went outback in the jungle touring the spooky ruins, maybe that was just me, but they all scared the heck out of me and it just didn't feel right. Our Mexican driver was a wild man who drove the pothole highways at breakneck speed that was totally terrifying but since we were in the jungle we just hung on for dear life. Beautiful Cancun was worth it, the water, the sand-eye candy beyond words but all with an edge. It was a Murphy's Law trip from the get-go, everything that could go wrong did. Other friends on our trip behaved funny and that was our last trip together. Later I realized it was the edge I mentioned-the frequency brought it all all out, harsh but sometimes it takes that if we won't listen. That Atlantean vibration was so strong it couldn't be ignored but when your on a cruise you're on there until it's over. Everything went sideways...the scenery was so gorgeous it was unreal and everything else was off, our trip was too short to do Chichen Itza so we went shopping and even that was strange, don't believe everything you read about good deals at the markets. The one thing I really wanted to buy was Mexican topaz jewelry, normally inexpensive there but the dealers were hostile and wouldn't bargain, it was only much later on that I understood why, the stones would have carried bad vibrations. A lady with us fell and broke her leg, our guide went into overwhelm and was couple of hours before it was decided to fly her back to the states for treatment. By the time we got to a bar I made the mistake of ordering something with ice and the piece de resistance was I caught a stomach bug in spite of not drinking the water or maybe it was just more somatic resistance to the trip from hell. But weird as the trip was it it was a learning experience and I think I passed the test- which was recognizing the energies and riding the frequencies-on it not in it and realizing the Atlantean Sons of Belial energy can even ruin paradise. ©