A Letter From Kate

Thoughts and notes from the world of therapy and healing...

Wednesday
Jan162013

Spiritual Tour of Cambodia - Dec 2012

My first venture into being a tour guide was supported by the well-seasoned and experienced Simon Peter Fuller.  Cambodia was full of warm, vibrant people; delicious food; devotion and fun.  This spiritual tour was very full.

One preparation task was to cut up the cow dung Mardy, our local guide, had brought us.  It needed to be in small slices for the agni hotra fires we were going to do regularly at dawn and dusk.  This caused quite a palaver and we ordered fresh fruit juices to help us with this work.  The waiter was bemused and confused at our covert operation.  We needed to be discreet as we had borrowed a knife and cutting block from the kitchen for the purpose.  Returned fully cleansed, of course!  We had already met the strong-minded chef so were anxious not to irritate him by using his precious tools in a way he may not agree with.

On International Human Rights Day, a public  holiday in Cambodia, we went to the ancient capital of Cambodia to a mayan pyramid!  The tuk-tuk driver from my first visit to the Khmer empire, Town accompanied us.  His son, Sovanna, was a tad overawed by all these white people in an air-conditioned van but became more himself as the day went on.  Read more "impish and delightful" for "more himself"! We even bumped into Town's best friend Samet at the ticket booth.  They had both kept me and my son safe at Prasat Preah Vihear during the last visit.  We had spent a wonderful day there and I was in joy on our serendipitous but brief meeting.

Two years ago Town, who lived in the village he was born in, inhabited a raised wooden shack with his family.  But this morning he proudly showed a house he had built for his family in place of that wooden shack behind his parents cafe.  What an honour it was for the group to be invited.  Each Cambodian home has a shrine to the house spirit there.  Yesterday I had given him a piece of yellow citrine for health, wealth and abundance. How wonderful it feels when these things come together.  His village was the first village in its natural state, untouched by tourism, just outside the boundaries of the Angkor Wat and Ankor Thom complex, surrounded by lush, life-giving, nourishing paddy fields.

For 12.12.12 we had an agni hotra fire at dawn at Ta Prohm, my favourite temple.  It is full of spong trees that have taken over the structure of the temple in such a spectacular way that the marvel of nature hits a body blow.  See the photograph. Here is sacred stone entwined viscerally with sacred nature.

Many orbs greeted us as we made our way to Angkor Wat in a very private space to meditate at 12.12 pm.  The buddhist monks were chanting, as they do every day at this time and a crystal skull was being activated too.  Magic was happening!

Banteay Srei, the citadel of women, was glistening in the absoutely lucid and still reflections of the moat.  A golden haze surrounded the temple.  A fitting  place to be at a time when the return of the divine feminine is unfolding.   Enchanting, percussive Khmer beats drifted to our ears from the landmine victims playing their simple instruments.

"But I didn't need a passport last time we came"

"Lady, there was a war two years ago.  We need to see your passports".  

We had travelled on hot, dusty roads for 4 hours and the group looked weary and a little fearful as we were very close to the disputed border at Prasat Preah Vihear temple.  Eventually our business cards and other forms of identification with a phone call to the hotel verified us.

"Sorry lady but you may have been a spy.  Thank you for coming here.  We hope you enjoy our beautiful temple and if you come again please bring your passport"

In front of a photo of the new king of Cambodia fear soon subsided as Mardy, our Cambodian guide, told the group that the he was a gay ballet dancer. A beautiful young man he was too.  The last king had died in October 2012 at a grand old age.

Sitting under a cliff overhang to the shrine of the mountain spirit Mister Dee I felt the strength of  the devotion of Cambodian people to this temple and the deep beauty and sacredness of the place.  On the approach steps I was stopped in my walking meditation by the gentle voice of a guardian policeman.  "Lady where are you from?"  "England" "Thank you very much for coming.  This is a very beautiful place."

The buzzing, babbling children went totally still as we meditated for peace on the northern rooftop of Cambodia, in this exquisite marginal borderland  overlooking the lush tropical rainforest vegetation of the Dangrek mountains with Thailand to the north. The sparse Cambodian lowlands viewed to the south demonstrated deforestation in action with occasional fires from slash and burn. Contrast. Polarity: of nature, of resources, of reverence and of the people.

Today was the perfect day to seed peace at the exact time of the visionary and truth-seeking new Sagittarian moon.  This new moon stopped our journey back to look for it in the dark, velvety evening sky.  It was placed so close to the sun that night we couldn't see it but were rewarded with 3 shooting stars.

And our last meal at the delightful Peace Cafe saw us being greeted by the Cambodian manager.  "We have appreciated your custom and your presence in this country". . . . . . . . . . . . "Thank you for what you have done here".  How did they know?  We had just planted a herkima diamond in this calm oasis to bring even more joy and light to this enlightened jewel. 

I always leave a piece of my heart in Cambodia when I leave, sadly.  But will always return . . . ..

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If you are interested in a spiritual tour with Kate do contact her for details on upcoming tours and events. We will be going to Guatemala and El Salvador in August 2014.