HOME Story Drunvalo's Tour to Easter Island and Moorea in 2008 from Caroline Treadway On January 27th, 2008, light workers from around the world would make the long journey to Easter Island and Moorea, to complete a project that has been in the works for 13,200 years. This project was the construction of the Unity Grid, the energetic light geometry surrounding the earth that connects us to unconditional love, to Christ consciousness. This grid had been destroyed with the fall of Atlantis, and many of us, probably all of us on this trip, had a soul connection to that event, and felt the pull to participate on this adventure, to activate this grid, allowing humanity to ascend into our potential, to bring Earth and her people back into balance, to remembering who we truly are. In 2012, our consciousness will shift into the awareness of the feminine. What that looks like, well, we wont know until we get there, but it takes a few pioneers to ensure that the energy is strong enough to successfully carry us through the transition. Truthfully, the only reason I was on this trip was because my soul and Higher Self made me. I did not have the money, the energy or the time to do it, and I asked my Higher Self several times if I really had to go, it clearly was not a responsible decision, but I kept getting the green light. I had never dreamed of going to that area of the world, and figured I never would and I would still die happy. But, off I went; ready to activate the Unity Grid, the most important light work of my career! I am possessed with the fuel that so many light workers are possessed with, and that's what convinces us to travel half way around the world on our credit cards to a place we don't even want to go, on the off chance that what we are doing really makes a difference. But it wasn't easy. I was to be challenged in many ways. The night before the trip I got into an epoch fight with my mother. There are many things that I am afraid of in the world, but fighting with my mother is number one on the list. It takes me weeks to recover. I had been extremely blissed out since Guatemala in November and was unprepared for this change in energy. Our relationship had been strained for some time and this fight was the culmination of that strain. I took a chance and boldly stated that I would no longer participate in antiquated codependent ideals with her or anyone. That my commitment to my spiritual path and myself came first. That I was not the daughter she dreamed of and never would be. And on and on. These were very difficult word for me to say, I felt as if I were breaking her heart, it was so difficult for her to understand because codependency was the way it was done in generations past, and so that is the way she experiences love. So, if I wont do that, where is the proof that I love her and wont abandon her? But I had to be honest. She fired back, and we went back and forth for a long time, both of us trying to be understood. I just wanted to feel like a free woman. My third chakra was completely busted from the fight, and I was depleted for my departure. I knew it must be perfect because we were going into to help shift our consciousness into the feminine; we were going into an island that resonated with the mother completely. I thought, "I am in for it." I knew I had lost control of the reigns and I would have to just roll with it. Arriving on Easter Island we were ready for anything. This was what we had been waiting for, and we were game. Warm weather, and even warmer people greeted us. Easter Island, called Rapa Nui by the locals, is a small, dry, barren, volcanic island located 5 hours of the coast of Chile. Its three volcanoes have long been extinct and are now filled with water. It is known as the "navel or womb of the world" because of the energy it holds. The shape of the island actually looks like a womb with ovaries on it. The people speak a native Polynesian language to each other, and Spanish to us. The island has seen extraordinary hardship. According to my research, because I did not spend a lot of time learning the history while I was there, the island was settled by Polynesians at around 300-400 AD. The culture rose quickly, but fell quickly as well. The native tribes began battling each other and over using their own resources. The population rose and they did not have enough resources to live. They had chopped down all their trees for agriculture, resorted to cannibalism and tribal wars. After they had all but destroyed themselves and their island, they began to see things differently. So they began to rebuild their culture, but they were still divided. The Dutch discovered the island on Easter Sunday of 1722. The usual testing period between the westerners and the natives occurred and over time exploitation began. Peruvian slave traders came and shipped off the vast majority of the natives, as well as introduced diseases to the island. By 1863, scarcely over 100 broken natives remained. Then the missionaries came to "save" them, destroying their history tablets and converting the island to Christianity. The culture, its history and most of its genetic line had been obliterated by 1888 when Chile took it over. The Chilean Navy had administration of the island and rented it to a British company to use it as a sheep farm until the 1960's, when the Chilean government declared Rapa Nui a national park and gave the rights back to the locals. Now, only native Rapa Nui can own property, everyone else must rent. The population is at around 3000 with no crime and a sincere dedication to revive the culture and live in harmony with their environment. They are doing a very good job. Rapa Nui to me was a simple paradise. On our first day, we were welcomed to the island with a traditional feast. The 72 members of our group hiked along a dirt road in the blazing heat for 20 minutes to arrive at one of the local's houses. Most every place looks out to the ocean, but trees were hard to find, so it was a daily ritual to apply sun block. But I forgot about the sun when we arrived at the property and were greeted by several Rapa Nui men in loincloths, painting their bodies. My jaw dropped. And I was not alone; most of the women were in the same boat as me. These men were gorgeous and electric, we couldn't help but stare. None of us expected to have our breath taken away by these men, but it became a regular experience. With their long, black, flowing hair, rippling muscles and open heart, they radiated raw, loving masculine energy. I felt my second chakra on overdrive and decided I liked this island a lot. When they danced it was intoxicating, exhilarating. I felt like I understood what it must be like for men who like to ogle at women. The roles had reversed and I concluded I should enjoy the eye candy while I was there. After getting our faces painted by the men, we all gathered in a circle around them. They performed a dance/story telling piece for us. Their dance involved lots of throaty yelling and powerhouse moves, showing off their strength. The ogling was taken to a new level. After this dance, we had our first feast. We all shared a chicken together to honor our connection, and then enjoyed fresh fish from the Pacific that had been cooked on volcanic rocks. We ate it with salad on a banana leaf with our hands. The owner of the land boasted, "Everything is sustainable!" After four helpings of pumpkin pudding, it was time to meet Benito, our elder who would be guiding us around the island. We bade farewell to the men and hiked further down the road. Benito was a warm and loving being. He took us into a cave for us to leave all of our baggage and set our intention for the week. Jet lagged and exhausted, I dozed off, trusting that my Higher Self would stay present. To be honest, I felt the energy in the cave to be very uncomfortable. Perhaps it was from so many people dumping their baggage there. I was happy to get out. All I could think about was getting into the water. Easter Island is a small island of 64 square miles and there are very few safe beaches. Most of the time if you jumped in you would probably be killed from the force of the water hitting the volcanic rocks. But there was a spot close to our hotel where the locals and tourists could enjoy a swim. I went almost every day, enjoying the cleansing energy of the water, swimming with sea turtles and basking in the local eye candy. Our main light work on Easter Island, was sometime in the middle of the week when we all gathered under some precious trees. Dru led us through a meditation where we had to connect in our hearts, and then send healing to the ancestors of the island as well as our own ancestors. We then had to bring our consciousness to the Unity Grid and let ourselves travel to the areas of the world we felt called to go through the Unity Grid. After this globe trotting, we had to bring the grid down into our bodies as connect it into the land where we were gathering, down to the core of Mother Earth. It was actually pretty simple; the ancestors of the island had been waiting for this and were ready to be freed. I noticed, however, that I had a very difficult time sending healing light to the feminine side of my family. However, I knew that it was very important that I did. I had never felt connected to them, and after that fight with my mom; it made it even more difficult to send healing light to that line. I had worked my whole life to step out of limiting family templates, a lot of that having to do with the feminine. I had struggled to overcome codependency and antiquated female roles. So to face everything I had worked so hard to conquer with love was scary, but at this point in my process, I needed to confront these ancestral woundings with empowerment, without being sucked back in. I knew that this would be an ongoing challenge. The majority of our stay in Rapa Nui was filled with laughter, relaxation and joy. It was great to be with my light family again, and the islanders were so friendly and open. We really felt at home. We went to Polynesian dances, sacred sites, visited the Moai (the famous statues), swam in volcanic lakes, and the best was an all day horseback ride, covering much of the island. There were about 50 of us who wanted to ride, so we needed just as many horses. Luckily, on Rapa Nui there are more horses than people. You see them everywhere. I am a huge horse lover, so this was paradise for me. The horses here really had their own life and they seemed just as interested in us as we were in them. They curiously stared at us. If they had had cameras, I think they would have taken our pictures. When they ran, it was in herds. I can't describe the experience of being around wild horses that run in herds right by you. The energy it generates is so powerful. I would shout at them, "Run again, run again!!" So, it was delightful to be able to get on these horses backs. The islanders claimed they were all trained saddle horses, but everything is relative. I would not say that these horses were all that aware of the humans on their backs, and how much space we might need between them and a fence, or another horse. Instead of walking and running in a line, which is the way I have always ridden, we ran as a herd, legs squished up against our neighbor. These horses didn't believe in going around, if they wanted to get ahead, they would just squish right between the horses in front of them. But this was normal, the horses all got along and were used to being close to each other. I just gave into the experience. We rode for hours like this through rolling hills, the Pacific Ocean beating against the rocks on the shore below us. It was a cloudy day, with periodic drizzles, which was a welcome relief from the relentless sun. At the halfway point, we stopped for lunch. A boat pulled up to the rocky shore filled with our freshly caught fish. I went down to the shore to enjoy a dip the lava pools. It was a much-needed break for my body, which does not regularly ride wild horses for hours at a time. The lava had formed all kinds of shapes and pools, and the shore looked more like a sculpture garden than a beach. The ocean would hit the rocks with force, causing enormous splashes that fed into the pools. It was bliss. After my relaxing dip, I joined the group for lunch. Again, the locals cooked it on the rocks for us, and served us salad from their backyards — all on a banana leaf. Delicious. Drunvalo then led us in a heart meditation, and we dreamed a dream of success, health and happiness for the locals. This tribe had been through so much, and come back into wholeness, piece by piece. And we were also a piece, their brothers and sisters from around the world who, through a soul knowing had traveled to sit in that circle and eat with them. I felt the power of my love for this work rise as I went within my heart to hold for them gratitude, respect, appreciation and success for their way of life. I also felt the importance of how their experience and knowledge can teach the global community in this time of environmental crisis and rapidly shifting ideals. The question I asked at that moment was, "Is it possible for the global community to acknowledge their importance, integrating them without destroying them? How can we all come together and maintain our uniqueness?" I think only time and perseverance will answer those questions. Then it was right back on the horses. Ouch. I loved my horse, but I think on this second half of the ride, he didn't share my sentiments. It was a long, hard, almost continual trot. Not galloping, not walking, trotting. Ouch. If the young, hot, Rapa Nui wrangler hadn't commented on how good I looked in a bikini, well, I might not have made it through! That night, and three days after we performed the light work meditation, a deluge hit the island. According to Drunvalo, this is the mark of an effective ceremony. The annual festival was postponed, but everyone was happy. And on this third day I became very sick. My throat began to hurt and my body ached. It seemed generations of anger wanted to come out through my body, through my genetics. I pounded down all kinds of natural remedies, but nothing was going to stop this illness. I was not happy, but figured it would only last a few days. After a week on Easter Island, it was time to move on to Tahiti and Moorea for our final ceremony: activating the Unity Grid. Benito lead us through a closing ceremony where we all connected our hearts and voices in spontaneous song. It was a beautiful way to leave. Tahiti was a five and a half hour plane ride west, and like almost all the other flights, it was a red eye. I was getting sicker and not so happy about that. In total, I flew six red eye flights in two weeks. The only thing that got me through that was pretending I was in my own bed. Tahiti was beautiful. We went from no frills, down to earth accommodations on Rapa Nui to a colonialist, fancy resort and we didn't waste any time to get to the beach and order Pina Coladas. I jumped in the crystal clear ocean and went snorkeling. The reef was clearly dying however, so that was depressing. Reefs are dying all over the world, but it was hard to believe in so remote and area that it would be so affected. Apparently, nuclear testing had been done around the islands from 1953 through 1993, and there is much lingering resentment. While I thought Tahiti was beautiful, the change of energy was obvious. The locals were unhappy, colonialism still had its hold and you could really feel it. The life force I felt running through the culture on Rapa Nui was missing in French Polynesia. After less than 24 hrs on Tahiti, we took at 30-minute ferry ride to Moorea, the site of our ceremony. Moorea is a small island in the shape of a heart, famous for its feminine energy. It was beautiful, very tropical, with most of the island being steep, undeveloped mountains. A massive coral reef surrounds the island, and the only real development is along the coastline. Because of the amount of people, we had to stay at another resort, which was unfortunate. While resorts have many luxuries to offer, they have a way of disconnecting you from the culture. It was not to be the same experience as Rapa Nui. I kept thinking my illness would go away, but as soon as I landed on that island, I began to feel much worse, it began to travel to my lungs. I really started to feel stifled and unhappy. Perhaps it was the feminine of my ancestry desiring to break free, and the past genetics mutating so it could be released. Whatever it was, I really felt terrible. Many others were not doing so well either. The time in Moorea was a blur. I couldn't really do anything. The little, fancy huts out on the water actually enclosed the property so you couldn't see out to the horizon on the ocean. It amplified my feelings of claustrophobia. We were only there two and a half days. On the first day, the group went off on a hike with one of the female elders while Drunvalo was in council with the rest of the elders, trying to come up with a solution for our ceremony that wouldn't ruffle the ancient feathers. Things were not going as smoothly as on Rapa Nui. It took a lot of negotiating to find the right place for the ceremony. I couldn't go on this hike because I didn't feel well enough. I was really pissed off at this point. I mean, it's a long way to go to get sick. The thought of putting on a snorkel mask made me even more ill, and even angrier still that I couldn't do it. At a certain point during the day, my stomach began to churn. I couldn't believe it, a stomach sickness on top of the throat and bronchial! But beyond that, I could feel major negative, entity energy in my fancy hotel room. I was too weak to do a damn thing about it and everyone was gone. I just kept running to the bathroom, cursing the island, cursing my fancy, isolated room, cursing the entity. I was totally delirious. All I kept hearing was, "You can't do the ceremony!" "Whatever," I thought, "F*#! this F-in ceremony, F*#! light work, I wanna go home and watch TV and eat pizza! I wanna be a muggle!" I was drifting in and out of sleep, very confused even as to who I was. This lasted a few hours. And then at a certain point it passed, I no longer felt the entity and a wave of incredible sexual energy began to fill me. It lasted for another few hours. I was giggling, still delirious, but at least having somewhat of a good time. I passed out again. Later, my roommate came back and told me we had to wake up at four am to go to the ceremony. "Perfect," I thought, "I've forgotten what it feels like to have a normal nights sleep anyway." My roommate was very perceptive; after all she was Drunvalo's daughter. She said very clearly to me, " You are going to the ceremony." And that was that. So I got my tired, shaky, sick body up and got on the bus in the dark. It was February seventh, a new moon in Aquarius and Chinese New Year. We were driven to the Elder's house right on the beach to perform the ceremony. The head Elder was a very loving man and he welcomed us with an openhearted hug. I wished that I could have been in a better state, but I was happy to be there. After the introductions, and Drunvalo discussing what we would be doing, we all got up, found a rock or coral from the land, gave it to Drunvalo and he built a medicine wheel. We formed a circle around the medicine wheel, and Drunvalo chose two men and two women to hold the directions and balance the masculine and feminine. I had to do the ceremony sitting down, but I was there! Drunvalo then asked us to go into our heart space and dream our dream of love for ourselves, our family and friends. Then to dream further to future times, to include everyone known and unknown, to dream for all of those before us, and to all life on this planet. With this ceremony these dreams would be powerfully set in motion. With the activation of the grid, unity consciousness would increase exponentially. I became very emotional. I could feel the tenderness of my heart bursting through all the genetic and energetic conflicts of my ancestry. I could feel my very conscious choice to be in my heart and do this work — to be the woman in my lineage to break the pattern of victimhood. I could feel, on a soul level the importance of the ceremony for my own personal mission. I began to cry tears of longing, tears of release, tears of love and tears of the sweetest hope. Drunvalo then put his hand at the center of this medicine wheel. He put his third eye on the center piece of coral and then asked each of us to sit at the four corners and to take turns touching and connecting with the center stone. When I put my hand on it, I could feel a very powerful energy line running through from the grid to the center of the earth. After 13, 200 years, we had done it. The grid was on. We all ate breakfast together and I sat with my friend Ariana, who had powerfully held the divine feminine energy in the center of the circle. The tears began to flow. I wept in her arms for a long time. While stroking my hair, she kept saying the words, "You have been through so much to get here." Without knowing why, I knew she was right. The release from my soul was more powerful than anything I had ever felt. Without knowing the details, I knew that I had just completed a life mission and that everything would be changing. There was more time and space to just enjoy being a woman and a human. More time and space to experience the human family in my heart. That is what I had dreamed in the circle. I no longer questioned why I had to be there, I silently honored my soul, my Higher Self, and MasterCard for helping me get here. We relaxed the rest of the day. I was in and out of sleep, happy to be leaving the island, although not happy to be leaving all my friends. I asked some people about the hike that I had missed and a few questions were answered. On the hike, the elder performed a clearing ceremony with the women. Unfortunately, no one was told that this was what they were doing, so no one appropriately protected themselves. Numerous women fell ill. It was at about that time that I began to experience stomach and entity problems, we were a very tight group so it easily entered my field. I cant say for sure whether this was black magic or not, but everyone knows if you are doing a clearing you first protect yourself, and you certainly tell people that that is what you are doing. It seemed the dark energy of the land temporarily attached itself to us as it was making its way out. In the end, our mission was successfully completed, and a thorough checkup when I got home ensured that no permanent attachments were made. We boarded that night for our respective homes around the world. It took me three full days of traveling to get home and I arrived with full-blown bronchitis. Mercury was in retrograde after all! Luckily a stop over in Lima allowed me to get over the counter antibiotics. When I finally arrived home and saw my bed, I jumped in and didn't leave for 12 hours. So why did some people get sick and others not? I turned to my Higher Self and guides for some clarity: This trip for you was one of great courage, for in your soul, the guilt over the fall of Atlantis was very, very strong. Much of your genetic lineage and what you have had to face is involved with this fall of Atlantis, and how much karma you felt you had to work off to repair the damage. You had your part in this fall, of which you are now well aware and this was the day, the time Feb 7th for you to complete the workings of this karma. As you know it stretched itself out onto many areas of your life including codependency and betrayal, two major themes that you have had to live through and heal this lifetime. So we say to you that the amount of sickness was directly related to the amount of guilt that you are holding over the destruction of Atlantis and how that robbed you of our trust in the feminine, for the trust that was broken in that lifetime has made you mistrust your own feminine self, has made you ashamed of the weakness you perceive as the feminine. For others on this trip it is also related to their personal story of karma, and how much they felt they needed to suffer. There is no judgment in this, for it works itself out in the ways that it needs to and all who were there, or working in alignment with this group were offered the opportunity to transmute this very old guilt and negativity through their bodies, minds and souls. You all did good work and you all will have much more space to create your dreams. We congratulate you on this most effective mission and say enjoy the transition that is taking place in your lives and in yourselves. All of this made much sense to me. Since my return I have felt like the most beautiful woman. Feminine initiations fill my dreamtime, softness wells up in my heart. It feels as though my heart has opened and made room for the human family. A barrier that I had built to protect myself dissolved leaving room for real intimacy in friendship and community. I came back to New York feeling like I was walking into a new home, but a home that I had always felt somewhere inside. While it's been hard on my physical body, it's been a sweet and vulnerable time, and each time a layer sheds, more space for love is revealed. My throat chakra is opening so wide to receive and to speak my truth as a woman with nothing to hide, no guilt to feel. I am receiving what I need, rather than feeling guilty or weak for needing it in the first place. This is probably the biggest healing for my feminine ancestral side. Others from the group have shared similar sentiments, as well as those who were not on the trip. Mostly, I have felt that a huge piece has been completed, leaving infinite space to create and live my dreams. I feel immeasurably human and I feel it all in my heart. It's just easier to be human because instead of us holding space for the grid, the grid is now holding space for all of us. Copywrite 2008 CC Treadway. All rights reserved. Pictures taken by Lili Ruane.