The Mysterious
Doorway of Amaru Muru

Part 2

by Mark Felder

(Part 1)

The stone surface was undulating under my hands. I seemed to be moving in all directions at once. I moved into and out of the doorway, but kept ending up right back at the opening. My eyes had been closed the entire time, as there was nothing to see anyways.  

My knees were aching as there was no padding to protect them from the hard rough stone beneath. I was unable to get a decent breath of air. I continued to chant the tones, adjusting them each time for what felt best. After about 10 minutes, I stopped. I had not passed through. I needed to regroup my thoughts, get some air, and rest my knees. I would try again after the others tried it. 

I stood up in the blackness, shuffling and feeling with my feet for the edge of the ledge, and slowly slid my way down and worked my way back to the group. They surrounded me asking questions. “Did I go through? How do I feel? What happened?” I told them what happened, and that I was going to try again shortly. They told me that I seemed to disappear, that I went silent for a minute or so, and then they could hear me again.  

They thought I had passed through. They asked again if I was sure I didn’t pass through. From my perspective, I hadn’t, from theirs; I had disappeared for a minute or so. They said that there were lights and glowing coming from the doorway, but I was hard to see. Kathy was filming me up close as they asked questions. The IR camera has a short “sight zone” so she couldn’t film me at the doorway from her position at the waiting area, and we didn’t want anyone too close to the doorway when someone else was using it. We don’t know what would happen, but felt it would interfere with, or most likely distract the person using it. 

I found a boulder to sit on. My legs were weak, I was still trying to get my breath, and the energy from the doorway was even more powerful now. I felt as if I had been running a great distance and was rather disoriented. As I sat there, I could feel myself swaying back and forth with the waves of energy washing out from the portal. I asked if anyone else felt the same and they all said yes. It was really rocking, literally. The energy seemed to push and pull about once every second or so. It was strong and felt relaxing, but it was also strangely familiar. This energy felt quite natural and very, very large. Yet there was a strong mysterious undercurrent to it, almost as if it was conscious. 

My mind was working overtime. Just what am I messing with here? I felt like I was tampering with the universe, trespassing on a portal I had no business messing with. This doorway is not a toy, or a frivolous plaything. Not that I didn’t already have a huge amount of respect for it, but now I really had some respect for it. The reality of it all was still sinking in. I was actually there, activating it with my mind and voice, and it was responding. This was a paradigm shattering kind of mind expansion moment, and I was fully enjoying every boggling second of it. Solid rock just doesn’t normally move around like that. 

Ray was next to volunteer to try the door. He all gave him encouragement and watched his black figure work its way up to door in the faint starlight. He disappeared from sight at the opening, but we could hear him quite well; every shuffle, every breath. The stone wall and cavity acted like a megaphone, amplifying the sounds and aiming them right back to us. After a few minutes, he started the chant. We listened intently to every sound. I strained my eyes looking for any movement, and sign of lights, or anything at all. Ray chanted the tones and paused, chanted again and paused. He shuffled about and clearly he was struggling for air, just as I had. “I can hardly breathe” he announced to us, and after a moment, started the chants again. 

Then suddenly, there was absolute silence. I couldn’t hear him breathing or shuffling; nothing at all. There was a faint glow around the opening, very softly. The entire face of the rock wall had a slight glow about it too now. But the keyhole shaped cavity was completely black. We all seemed to be holding our breath, straining to hear the slightest sound coming from the stone wall, then, after about half a minute, the tones started again, and we could hear Ray breathing and moving. He chanted several times more, and then he started back down towards us. 

When he reached us, we all started with the questions. Kathy was working the camera. Rays account was somewhat like mine. I don’t recall many of the details of what he said, but the video of all of our accounts will be posted on the net sometime soon. He was unable to pass through, yet related an amazing experience. 

Ethan was next. We gave him encouragement and wished him an excellent journey. He picked his way up to the doorway and he disappeared into its darkness as he positioned himself in the opening. He started chanting the tones and after a few minutes, there was a repeat of the short period of eerie silence while he was chanting. He too reported that he could barely breathe in the opening. After a short time, he returned to the group. He said he didn’t pass through but also had an amazing experience. Again, I don’t recall the details of his story accurate enough to relate them here. 

I was about to go to the doorway again, but then Klaus decided he would try it. For us, his time at the doorway was the same as the others. But he reported that the doorway told him he was not ready. It would not let him pass. He was very disappointed and sat on the rocks slipping into a deep meditation. 

Our local guide, Henry, who was traveling with us on this portion of the journey, went up, and he too seemed to go silent for some moments, and then he too reported some amazing visions, but felt he didn’t pass through. 

Five of us had now tried the doorway, and everyone reported having trouble breathing in the opening, as if there is no air in there. The chants were extremely difficult to do without air, and I felt that there was a primary reason I was unable to pass through. Getting a good resonance with the tones and no air to make them was quite a challenge. One of the guys attached a white cloth to the backside of my backpack, so they could see me better in the starlight. I headed up to the doorway again. This time I was determined to go through. 

The air had become much colder, yet the wall of stone was warm to the touch. I positioned myself in the opening, tipped my head back to fill my lungs as best I could, and started the first tone. The waves of energy coming from the opening rapidly increased in their intensity. Then I made the second tone. The rock face started to undulate rapidly under my hands. I could feel that I was being pulled in. It felt as if I had traveled inwards about 3 feet, and then as the energy pulsed, I was pushed swiftly right back out; then pulled back in 3 feet, and quickly pushed all the way back out. I made the third tone. Instantly I was pulled right through the stone way inside, much further than before, but I had run out of breath and struggled to inhale. I felt that I was so close, just a little more tone, a little more resonance with a little more power, I strained to make the tone louder, more forceful, but I lacked the air to do it. I paused there, inside the stone mountain.  

I was thinking about what Jerry had related in his story of going through the doorway, and how he got stuck on the other side. He could see through the wall, as if it were a clear glass partition. He could see his wife Kathy and Lake Titicaca in the distance. But he was trapped in a dark place with a doorway that he had found with his hands, cut into the wall, just like this outer side had. He positioned himself in the doorway and started to make the tones. He had a lot of difficulty breathing, finding enough air to make the tones to hopefully get back out. He became greatly concerned about not getting out, but finally was successful. No one had prepared him for this situation, so he had to figure it out himself. Would I encounter the same situation? 

Now I was getting concerned; if I did barely manage to get through, could I find enough breath to make the tones and get back out? I filled my lungs the best I could and started the first tone again. Instantly, I was pushed way out from the opening and pulled right back in. Obviously, that wasn’t the right thing to have done. I continued with the tones, but could not get as far back into the doorway as I had been, I was unable to generate any decent resonance. The doorway’s energy had changed somehow. I chanted the tones several more times, but all I did was get pulled in and out. It seemed as if I was there for 10 minutes. I stopped and went back to the group. I would try again after regrouping my thoughts. The shortness of breath in the opening was becoming a tough thing to overcome.  

Ethan, who had gone back to the bus for something, said that from his vantage point, while I was in the doorway chanting, the entire wall had lit up, and so did the area directly in front of it. The others told me they could make out the white cloth on my back. They saw the cloth disappear for a minute and then they saw me “back out of the doorway, halfway to where they were, (they were 40 feet away) and quickly go right back in again.” They said it happened much too quickly for me to have been able to do that in the dark, especially backwards.  

I was exceptionally woozy from the lack of air and the massive amounts of energy the doorway was putting out. I needed to rethink my method of activating the doorway, and grok the reality of all this. What was really foremost on my mind was that I was actively trying to remove myself from this physical reality and from the earth itself. It was kind of heady surreal stuff to deal with.  

It was time for the others to try again. We had a long night ahead of us yet and things were just starting to get interesting.

Next Issue, Part 3, Conclusion.