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 After a few weeks of back to back groups, I’ve decided to share some of the storytelling with you, interested reader. I myself have witnessed many unexplained phenomena as has Rick, his family and guests at the Sanctuary. I’ve never met anyone who has felt threatened or afraid.

The land we live on was once a village and during construction in this valley, many  Pre-Incan tombs have been unearthed, most reburied, some undisturbed and one too many molested. We live in a magical place, so it’s no wonder things often go bump in the night.

Enjoy.

Living Amongst the Dead

• A couple who owns some nearby property was vacationing in Europe while construction was being done on their structures. One night, the wife awoke in bed to find a Pre-Incan man in her bedroom. He was angry and told her she needed to get back to Peru immediately, take the skull and bury it in a specific location, sealing it in with rocks. Not knowing exactly what that meant or if it was real, but feeling the nagging seriousness of the energy, she woke her husband to explain what had happened and they rushed back to Peru. Upon their arrival, a neighbor presented them with a skull that the construction workers had found. They decided to play a game of catch with it before she caught them red handed. Needless to say, the skull is resting in the exact specified location.

• There is a tomb at the Sanctuary. It lies between the restrooms and the bedrooms behind a San Pedro Cactus.

• Some have seen Pre Incan Indians, more have heard them but most sense that we’re not alone here in the Valley. The energy is benevolent and their presence obvious.

Cabins

Our sleeping quarters are separate from the main house. It is a 4 bedroom, 2 story structure. When there are no groups, no one sleeps there beside Ricardo and I.  

• While sleeping upstairs, one night we heard someone creeping back and forth on the wooden porch. At one point, it sounded as if someone checked the door to see if it would easily open. We each grabbed a weapon, opened the door and found no one was there. We thoroughly examined the surrounding area with the same result. We stayed silently vigil once back in the room and we continued to hear someone out there, but never once saw a break in the light shining underneath the door when someone was on the other side making noise. That very same night, before the creaking, we were hearing voices in the room, but could not make heads or tails of what we were hearing. At one point, Ricardo and I were looking directly at each other without speaking when I distinctly heard a child’s voice behind me ask “mommmm?”.  Ricardo stared in disbelief for a moment before asking me what I just said, without moving my mouth, because he had heard a specific and familiar woman’s voice state his name aloud…crystal clear.

Regular activity in the cabins includes:

• Hearing shuffling, bumping and walking in the upstairs rooms when living in the first floor cabins.
• Hearing bumping, shuffling and thumping in the room you’re in.
• Varying degrees of effort to test if the window will open.
• Talking, mumbling, chanting and sighing.
• Energy shifts causing chills, cold air and a concrete sense of additional presence in the room.
• Flashing light at night.
• Oval light orbs gently swooping throughout the room.
• Being woken by the door opening and closing to find no evidence supporting what was just heard. Our last group had multiple reports from multiple rooms.

The Main House

• A favorite activity in the house is to knock on the door. We will hear it then promptly check all doors to find no one in sight. One night Ricardo had 12 consecutive bangs on the door until he threatened the offender with committing suicide so that he might beat the crap out of the knocker on the other side. The knocking promptly stopped.

• I once was alone at night and heard someone gingerly and briefly thumping around up on the roof. First, terra cotta tiles break easily. Second, there is absolutely no way any person or critter could get up there and back down again without a ladder and a whole bunch of ruckus without me seeing them.

• Most recently, Ricardo and I were sleeping in the house because all of the cabins were full with guests. 3 separate times, I was woken in the middle of the night. Someone was in the fridge, someone was messing with the dishes in the sink and someone was playing with the items for sale in our store. KitKat n ‘Cardo were right next to me.

• Things move around, especially in the kitchen. For example, Rick turned his back for only a moment to return to a tub of butter that had been turned over onto it’s side, without noise, without anyone else being present.

• A few weeks back around 6am, Rick and I were having morning coffee by the fireside when we heard an explosion of shattering glass. We both felt a surge of energy as we bolted from our seats to find this oddly shaped hole in the glass:

We found a trail of shards inside the house, meaning whatever hit came from the outside.  It’s also unusually low to the ground and too close to the wooden wall brace. With ample vegetation and a nearby retaining wall, the mechanics of  an object making this impact are implausible. Still, we fully expected to find a bird, but there was none. You must understand that birds hit the glass everyday and when they hit hard, they drop like a stone and cannot move for at least an hour. Never has a bird so much as fractured the glass. But hence, no bird on the ground. There was no rock, no object- not a shred of evidence to explain this damage. We can only believe some source of energy created this oddly shaped hole. 2 weeks later, someone sliced her finger on this glass and received 4 stitches as a result. This one remains a true mystery.

The Sky

• If a star exists, you can see it at 10k feet in the middle of nowhere. With my recent encounters at the ECETI ranch in Trout Lake, Washington, my eyes are constantly set to the skies. When I returned to Peru in February, some activity returned with me. I have seen some lights in the sky that do not behave like stars or satellites. Most notable was a night clear as a bell when the sky light up 3 times as if lighting were striking. I have never seen lightning in the valley. Not to say it doesn’t happen, only to say it wouldn’t happen on a perfectly clear night.