Sacred Travel to Uxmal: Activating Ascension and Cosmic Consciousness

Four years ago I went to Uxmal for the first time.

A friend wanted to visit the Temple of the Magician and I was down for an adventure into the jungles of the Yucatán.

As soon as we got there, I knew the story being told was a red herring—designed to distract us from the true magick of this place.

The "magician," "the nunnery." It didn't feel like whole truth to me. And what was up with the turtles?!? (tortuga is my most favorite word in Spanish so the temple of these friends certainly whispered to me!)

It was during the masked era (remember those?) when the world was closed and guarded. Sweaty in the unrelenting Maya sun, we were scurried off and shooed away by the guards of the site.

(Note : This was true in Egypt too—they don't want you feeling too much, accessing the invisible knowings you’re capable of. You are a force, love, and they’d rather keep a narrative conveniently in place.)

But I could feel the magick of Uxmal pulsating.

I could feel what wasn't being said and wanted more.

I walked one lone dawn to the site itself—a private pilgrimage to greet Uxmal with the sun.

I was sweating so much in that dense Yucatán heat that I longed for something to tie my hair up. I whispered a simple prayer: please loves, something to hold my hair. 

Along the path, I found a hair clip! A little broken, but perfect. My first miracle from the gods of Uxmal. My friend would later comment that she had never seen a request so literally met.

I arrived at the site only to find it closed. I kinna knew I wouldn't be allowed in, but I did my prayers, my light language, my little ways of connecting regardless. I wanted to be in reverence—there in the stillness—to feel and be felt by this place.

Sacred travel is always me answering a call. I feel the pull and gladly answer as I am able.

Sacred Travel as Initiation

I had never heard of Uxmal, but knew the cochinita pibil was reason enough to say yes. My travels are usually sweet, oceanic homecomings, unexpected blessings, and activations I never see coming.

...And then there are those trips that are deep initiations... This was one of them.

The initiations are power-ups. Tests, per se, by the gods, lands, and ancestors to prove your ability to be trusted with more power.

Years ago I worked with teacher Betsy Bergstrom—truly a shamanic badass! Her first question to our group was:

“How many of you see yourselves as collectors of power?”

I kept my hand in my lap and side-eyed those with hands raised.

“Those of you with hands down are fools!

Every god, every spirit, every being of land and lineage will see you as a collector of power. How well you do this will determine the blessings you can hold.”

That day changed me.

My lens on my purpose expanded.

Anytime I travel, the first thing I do is greet and introduce myself to the land and ancestors.

Their willingness to ally with you—or mess with you—will determine much.

That trip to Yucatán was a mighty initiation. Sacred travel to Uxmal wasn't by accident, I was called there.

There were three literal sacrifices of my blood. From an early menstruation to unexpectedly falling (I never fall!) to a cacao ceremony that hospitalized another participant! (Ya didn’t know cacao could be that powerful, huh?) I had diarrhea and couldn’t even make it to the bathroom.

Yup, initiations baby. They will take you by surprise and humble the heck out of you.

Finding Miguel Angel

Returning home, I prayed for a teacher who knew this place. Who knew the memories. Who knew the truth. One who holds the ancient Mayan teachings.

Through a series of synchronicities, I found Miguel Angel—a true wisdom keeper of the Mayan lineage. A week after discovering him online, he was teaching a 3-day class on the true meaning of Uxmal. I was in.

Another literal answer to my prayers.

Miguel Angel is a living treasure. His love of love, his pure heart, his sincerity in conveying the cosmic Christ and the expansion of consciousness lives deeply in me. He may never use these words directly, but when you know the language of the heart, words don’t matter so much.

To sit with Miguel Angel is to be let in. He doesn’t just teach the mysteries—he is the mystery, walking in human form.

I studied with him for years, absorbing the knowledge and knowing Uxmal as the gateway of the Cosmic University. He isn’t shy about sharing the galactic stories and those of Atlantis.

He holds the stories so they will not be forgotten.

He holds the stories for us.

My Retreat Lesson, Learning Not What To Do

In 2023, I was invited to lead a retreat in Baja with friends.

Baja—not Maya.

I hadn't earned the right to be there but was excited by the curriculum we were creating, a place that felt like the spirits were ready to partner with us.

But Maya kept calling. Reminding me that I had indeed been blessed by those lands. They showed me exactly where to go... and when.

I didn’t listen.

I didn’t yet trust myself to “carry” a retreat. I thought I needed support to run, facilitate, and organize a trip of that scale. Or so I believed.

It was a brutal initiation.

And also a huge blessing. Some of the people I love the most (and talk to weekly) came from that trip.

But energetically? Not only had I not earned the blessing of the gods, I had partnered with people who knew nothing of running a retreat—and who had no right to hold sacred space.

Our participants were facing spiritual up-levels of their own. And much of my energy was spent protecting them.

And retreat we did—literally getting kicked off the property we were staying on.

This experience didn’t break me. It shaped me.

I know now how my retreats should flow. And I know the blessings that must be in place before I bring anyone to places of power.

When all is aligned, you don’t need protection. You need access, witness, and the support to up-level to the powers that are turning on in you. This is the way of traveling to sacred sites as the Priestess that you are!

The Call to Purpose

Egypt activated me into truly stellar levels of purpose and embodiment. I know Sacred Travel—bringing you to places of power—is part of my purpose.

(PS Egypt dates are quietly weaving in the background. But I know it is time to return to Maya now.)

The Earth needs you. To be the one who re-members. In your very presence, you activate higher fields of human capacity. In your embodiment, you transmit blessings through the lands, through the field, through your every interaction. You become a frequency of higher humanity!

I tried for two months to reach Miguel Angel to no avail. Emails bounced. I feared I had missed my opportunity.

So I turned to my new assistant, ChatGPT (ha!).

“How do we get private access?” I asked.

“Not without government permission,” it replied.

Balls!

But then it quietly suggested a group tour to Uxmal.

Miracles found me again. Miguel Angel was listed as one of the guides!

When things align, you know it’s not just persistence. It’s a sign. It is certainly my sign that the window is now.

The Journey Home to Uxmal

Miguel Angel is more than a guide. He is a keeper. A carrier of Maya wisdom. A translator of ancient tones into modern language. He reminded me what I already knew: we do not visit places like Uxmal for tourism. We come to re-member.

There is something profoundly sacred about receiving from an elder still walking in integrity with his lineage. Miguel Angel is in his eighth decade of life. His breath carries the echoes of a people who never disappeared.

The Maya didn’t vanish. They ascended. Their wisdom was never lost. Only veiled.

They knew how to live in harmony with the cosmos.

And now, in this hour of Earth’s tipping point, they are calling us back to the temples. Back to the teachings. Back to the heartbeat of Gaia.

There is a mystery I haven’t yet sorted. I feel it lingering in the limestone. Pressed between the glyphs. Hidden in the waters of Chac—the rain god who has danced in my dreams since I was a child.

Because Uxmal isn’t a ruin. It’s a key.

A temple encoded with star wisdom.

A living transmission to awaken the parts of us that know how to build the New Earth.

The Cosmic University Hidden in in the Jungle

Uxmal is not a well-known tourist destination. It’s a sacred activation site of the ancient Maya.

Built in harmony with the movements of Venus, the entire city was designed as a Cosmic University!

Uxmal is a Mystery School of celestial wisdom meant to keep the doorways to the stars, the wisdom intact, until humanity was again ready to open the doors.

The Maya did not create for aesthetics. They created with purpose. With cosmic math. With encoded sound and frequency. Every piece is encoded with the sacred as a star map illuminating the keys of remembrance. And Uxmal… she vibrates!

When you walk her stones consciously, you begin to hear it. Not with your ears. With your body. Your womb. Your skin. Your pineal. You begin to vibrate with this higher consciousnesses, too.

The Pyramid of the Magician. The Nunnery Quadrangle. The Temple of the Turtles. These are not passive ruins. They are harmonic chambers—initiation portals to the cosmos.

Uxmal is where the Maya went to study galactic consciousness,

and it is still here waiting for those who have the heart to ask!

This is why we return. To remember what was never lost—just buried beneath the “history.”

The Maya hold one of the great keys to our planetary ascension. They mastered time—not just as a linear function, but as a spiral.

A time and space beyond (and free of Thoth!). As a living, breathing consciousness.

Their ascension was not myth. It was mastery. It was success!

Their Ascension shows us not only that it is possible, but indeed how it can be achieved again.

And now, we are being asked to remember how to walk those same steps, here in embodied form—as the awakening freakin’ wonder that you are.

A New Way to Retreat

I’ve learned, baby. Damn, sure it may have been the hard way but I know how I guide a retreat and have earned the blessings of the ancestors to do so!

The invitation to the sacred—the call to portals of power—isn’t just for sightseeing.

It’s not about picking up the powers.

It’s about mutually turning them on.

And blessing our communities with the wisdom and gifts you gain.

It’s an invitation to remember. An invitation to become.

This isn’t a re-treat. The Priestess, the wise ones, the ancient souls who hold the codes for New—we’ve spent lifetimes in hiding.

I’m over it. No more re-treating, it's time to re-claim!

When you walk sacred lands, the ancestors feel you. The gods respond. You are called into purpose by simply showing up.

It’s a remembrance. It's a homecoming. It's a celebratory dance!

We participate on the land not as tourists, but as temple keepers, gridworkers, and soul emissaries.

When I lead sacred travel, I’m not here to teach or perform. I’m here to hold a field. A space where the land can speak, the stars can guide, and your own soul can reveal what it came here to awaken. Every step is intentional. Every silence, sacred. We move in rhythm with the place—listening more than talking, receiving more than pushing.

These journeys are not about information—they are about activation.

You will not return the same.

Because the land will mark you. The waters will whisper you into truth. The stones will mirror back the part of you that remembers.

You are seen, and your glory is recognized. You are changed not by what you had to give up—but by who you are becoming.

When we travel in this way, you act as a blessing for the collective. Your investment is one of purpose—of answering a call to remember what others have not yet reclaimed.

Your presence is a frequency. You will be encoded with blessings and wisdoms beyond. You become a living temple—a doorway through which the New Earth may birth.

Why This Moment Matters

Right now, humanity is at a fracture point.

We can continue to invest in false narratives and distorted matrixes—or we can return to the true technology of the Earth as a planetary consciousness. The cosmic codes that live in stone and in breath. In prayer and in the water. In voice and in vibration.

This is why sacred travel matters now more than ever. We’re not escaping. We’re activating.

According to the teachings of Richard Rudd, we are entering the most pivotal window of human transformation in modern history. From 2025 to 2027, the planet is scheduled for a quantum leap in consciousness. These years are part of what he calls the “Great Change”—a shift where the DNA of humanity begins to mutate, moving us from fear-based survival into love-based awareness.

This isn’t fantasy. It’s frequency.

You are becoming something new.

And in that shift, your latent gifts begin to awaken—telepathy, inner sight, coherence of thought and form.

I’ve experienced this firsthand while in Egypt. Gifts beyond anything I knew possible. The upgrades were massive—and I’m still integrating all that was gifted.

The Telepathy Tapes (please, please—I hope you’ve listened!) are showing us what’s possible in human consciousness. These individuals reveal the missing link in our human evolution: our capacity to receive truth outside of the mind. To trust frequency. To speak in vibration. To commune without words. To know that all is, indeed, God.

And this is what sacred travel to Uxmal prepares us for.

She remembers who we are becoming.

Every step taken in reverence becomes a signal.

Every offering of song, of silence, of joy—adds to the new grid.

The womb of the Earth is listening. And she is ready.

An Invitation to Re-Member, Sacred Travel to Uxmal

This October, we will gather on sacred soil—not as tourists, but as transmitters.

We will walk in harmony.

We will receive in reverence.

We will let the wisdom of the cosmos move through our breath and body.

We will anchor the remembrance of a new way—blessed through the ripples of the ocean.

This journey is not for everyone. It is for those who feel the pulse of the stars in their bones. For those who have always known they came here to help humanity awaken—but didn’t know where to begin.

Begin here.

Begin now.

Begin with Uxmal.

Because she is not asleep.

And neither are you.

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