Located near Cusco, Tipon isn’t mind-blowing like Machu Pic’chu or Ollantaytambo. But it is an amazing place.

I realize I’ve been kind of slamming the Incas: not because they were incapable of the megalithic work they built on, which is technologically more advanced than anything we can do even now, but because of the “stupid history” that gives them credit for work they could not possibly have done.

I didn’t show it yesterday, but here’s the side of the cave opposite the megalithic “portal.” Megalithic “altar” behind the dude with the hat.

Tipon has a number of well-watered terraces, a collection of microclimates. But your first introduction is a small gurgling waterfall.

Channeled from another waterfall.

And then you realize there are many of them, on every wall, every corner.

Our guide, shaman Dr. Theo Paredes, urged us to pay attention to the distinct sounds of each. When I observed many empty streams (the walls above and to the left), he explained that work was being done on the aqueduct from the source, 2 km away. I could only imagine that with all flowing, the atmosphere must be magic. As it was, all who visited left feeling energized.

Near the very top, the water enters through four streams. Simple, yes?

No! The water enters as one stream, which is divided into two streams, which recombine to one stream, which is then fanned out into four channels (that is not just perspective; the final four streams are farther apart at the end than the beginning).

As Theo tried to explain, what’s going on here is a profound understanding of energies we tend to ignore. Given his credentials —  struck by lightning twice, first time at age 11 — I am happy to accept his word that more is happening here than I perceive.

So it was a place of healing as well as agriculture. And it wouldn’t have been monochromatic — amazing to imagine the effect of the water and geometry with the terraces planted in vibrant colors. Why not?

Returning from Ollantaytambo, we turned off the main road near the Skylodge Adventure Suites, where you can spend the night in a hotel room hanging off the side of a cliff. You can. Me, no thanks.

After winding along a riverbed with 1,000′ cliffs either side, we were let out to scramble up a steep terraced incline to a triangular cave.

Inside, we found a perfectly machined wall and “portal.”

Our guide Wilco explained that in his grandfather’s day, the cave was open and extended very far into the hillside, but had collapsed at some point. The recessed ridges in the “portal” represent levels of consciousness. Portal to where? None of us found out (I think).

I spent a few minutes sitting in it, not as long as I’d have liked (we were quite a few people), but long enough to experience a gentle probing contact, like tentacles of consciousness coming from the rock on either side of me.

Then onto the megalithic gem at the mouth of the cave.

Wilco explained this could be used kneeling, facing the morning sun, or sitting, allowing the energy to be channeled through the base of your skull. Being late in the day, there was no sun.

Again, I took only a short time, out of respect for others. I didn’t feel much here — until I was ready to get up. Then I felt a distinct need to ask permission to disengage (immediately granted). Nobody had mentioned anything like this, nor had I thought of it before. But it clearly felt like the necessary and respectful thing to do.

Life among the easily amused: pity those poor bored tourists behind, missing the subtle excitement of observation and discovery.

On the other hand, perhaps it’s just me: preparing to fly over the Nazca lines.

 

 

Ollantaytambo: looking beyond the rock piles

At the end of Perú’s sacred valley lie massive terraces towering above the town of Ollantaytambo.

Fortress, experimental planting center, hangout for the elite, it reflects the Inca’s awesome organizational skills.

But, again, the fun begins with details at the bottom: megalithic carving and stonework.

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And at the top, more distinctly megalithic remains. Note the monster monolith, upper right.

Towards the top, an amazing wall of six  monoliths, generally attributed  — without a shred of evidence — to the Incas.

Here you can get an idea of the size of the rocks. And see that mountain in the background? That’s where they were quarried — somewhere the other side of it.

Here’s a closeup, a section perhaps a meter high. And the relief to the right is not a design, insisted Stephen Mehlen, one of many interesting people along on the tour.  Purely functional. How? Probably in a way an Inca with a copper chisel would be hard-pressed to explain.

Think energy, vibration, frequency….

Observation 1: insane verticality

We didn’t climb Huayna Picchu in the background, restricted to not-too-many people per day. We didn’t have time. Yes, I’d want to on another trip. Then there’s Putucusi, opposite Machu Pic’chu. Reports vary on its current accessibility, but back in the day, our guide Wilco told me, it took days to climb, hacking with machetes all the way on ancient Inca steps/trail to arrive at a small slab temple at the top.

Observation 2: Inca: new kids on the block

“Temple of the Sun,’ with a couple tiers of Inca stonework added at the top. Notice the difference in workmanship?

Original stonework, right. Inca stonework, left.

Observation 3: the smoking gun

Something happened here! On one of Brien Foerster’s earlier trips, he told me, a geologist had supposed that a magnitude-9 or so earthquake had liquified the soil under the part on the right, causing it to sink and pull the megalithic wall apart.

Given such a powerful shake, how is it that these Inca buildings remained standing?

Answer: they didn’t, obviously. The hadn’t been built yet.

Observation 4: lotsa people. OK.

I expected that thousands of people swarming the site would sully the experience. Not even close. I hardly noticed them, except in constricted areas. When I told our local guide about Syd’s free-wandering experience there in the 1980s, he lit up with recollections of how he started guiding when he was 16, in the 1980s. In those days, he said, sometimes they’d play an impromptu game of soccer ball in the main courtyard.

These days, that would cause lots of whistle-blowing, but it wouldn’t be from referees.

300 vertical meters above Cusco, Perú, a stone wall. A big stone wall. One of many.

How big? Those are full grown human beings.

Who built it? No idea.

How did they build it? No idea.

When did they build it? Apparently before the cataclysm. Here is the top of a nearby structure, hundred-ton monolith, that ended upside down. Takes a pretty big earthquake to do that! This caraclysmic event perhaps occurred around 12,000 years ago.

One more thing: in the year 2016, our “advanced” society is completely incapable of doing this type of stonework, or anything like it.

— wish you were here!

Travel today, from incredible seafood in Lima to high in the mountains in Cusco, and, among other delicacies, guinea pig. Stay tuned 😉

Much as it surprises me, Wikipedia has it pretty much right concerning the Ika stones. But who needs facts when you have belief? Just for fun, scan this article for its amusing faith-based struggle with coherent thought.

Now, meet Irma Gutierrez de Aparcana, age 78, here demonstrating how she has been making the Ika stones for the last 61 years.

Here’s the stone she just spent a few minutes on, apparently a dinosaur, scratching with a piece of hacksaw blade.

Here’s what the finished product might look like. Stones might portray humans riding dinosaurs, or complicated medical procedures (inspired by medical journals provided by Dr. Javier Cabrera, who originally promoted these “ancient wonders.” Or they might have telescopes or microscopes, “proving” that they were in use millions of years ago. Oh, yeah, the dark parts are done with shoe polish.

Not convinced? Ya gotta believe!

Irma estimates that she used to do up to twenty stones per day. 61 years. You do the math.

Disclosure: historical anomalies do exist, and I find them fascinating. Ancient superior (and lost) technology existed, as I’ll demonstrate in the next few days. But the Ika stones ain’t part of that!