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El tema de las pláticas serán las tradiciones de resistencia espiritual este continente americano vió nacer.
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(Arte de Xochitl Flores Xochitl Flores Jaramillo)
It is not easy to discern the nature of the situation. At this point, the coronavirus is mutating—as expected. As humans work to strengthen defenses by internal and external means—enhancing immunological response, masks, regulations, and vaccines—the virus is under pressure to improve its capability of attaching to the body and reproducing itself.
This is common in our symbiotic relationship with microbes. We would not exist without them. Yes, they have created deadly and crippling strands, but also have created variations that have become an intrinsic part of our body and even our DNA. Viral mutations and their access to our DNA code has allowed some of them to become part of the survival tools we have developed; and indeed, part of what has improved our capacity to feel more, to grow in consciousness, and to develop our capacity to evolve.
As we seek to become immune from this virus, there is an intelligence attempting to make the virus better at what it does. It is the same intelligence that allows humans to try to understand and survive. Either the virus gets controlled and rendered innocuous, or it becomes too strong for us—is how most of us tend to think of the road ahead. However, evolutionary ethnohistory teaches us that there are times when the viral entity has become so good as to learn not only to bypass our defenses, but to evolve to the point where it becomes a important collaborative tool for our evolution, increasing thus our intelligence, sensorial acuity, and capacity to face this infinite vastness wherein we thrive.
What is to happen with this one strand? We don’t know, except for one thing. We must do what we have always done: strive beyond the limits of our comfort to understand, to survive, and to keep growing in joy to thrive in the face of any and all adversities. This is what allows all beings around us to also strive to improve.
As we evolve, so do all things around us.
Face this time with courage, therefore, and stay alert. But do not succumb to dread and fear of the unknown. Do not fall into the pit of false knowledge either. Opting to feel the comfort of belief is the hubris of a lazy mind. Know, instead, that we are always facing an endless field of light in infinite extension, unknowable, and in this facing of the mystery of existence we take each step into the unknown with courage, with joy, and with the evolutionary tested strategy of having each other’s back. Thrive in the knowledge that as we get better at what we do, so do all sentient beings.
No worries. This clown’s republican and libertarian supporters will now rise up in arms to defend the constitution, to stand up against a president ready to impose his law on what is constitutionally the purview of the states. Watch.
Any time, now.
Any time.
Is that crickets I hear?
Actually, many conservatives have pushed back, but not those who have been supporting this #shitholetrump. There are honest conservatives who really care about the constitution, and who have not sold their values to this egomaniac, who first delayed the implementation of rational measures along with his allies at Fox and other giant corporations, and not seeks to bring even more deaths by lifting precautions just when they are beginning to work. This criminal behavior has been exacerbated by the Fox/Jones corporate sponsored fake “conspiracy theories” thrown all over the Internet by fascist and neo-nazi groups, pretending they are just concerned people uncovering a plot to make people panic to make vaccines mandatory. Really? And it is these people they support trying to eliminate the non-vaccination strategies that are proven to work. They, along with Trump and his corporate allies, have been trying from the beginning to make the public not care, to make the most populated states suffer more deaths, and now to stop the flattening of the curve just when things are about to work out without tyranny.
Those of you who keep telling me something doesn’t add up. Here is why.
There is a real power,
a true heart in this land.
The true preciousness in this continent was not taken.
It is not gone.
It is alive.
Because it was not a book.
It was not a building.
It was not a painting.
It was not a “history”.
The true wealth of this continent
has simply been dormant
in the trees,
in the bones of the people.
It’s alive in the silent
coming and going
of the blood in our veins.
It is in the sky.
It is in the curve of the eagle
as it circles it’s prey.
It is in the roaring sound of the waves,
speaking for centuries,
against the rocks.
It is in the depth of that ocean
that we can never touch,
but we can all feel
if we grow in silence.
It is in the air I breathe,
and in every person that died-
that fed with their blood,
those creatures that spoke to us
before the false god came to this land.
So that one day they may awaken once again,
and enter
my body,
and crawl around my spine,
and emerge as a serpent
over my head,
and see through my eyes.
Those are still here
and talking to us.
This continent is awakening.
The continent is about to utter,
in poetic explosions,
the wisdom of all times.
To speak through the sounds of the brujo.
Ancient sounds in modern words.
We are about to experience the drunkeness
of ancient wines in ever-new cups.
We speak directly with the powers
of the land, of the stars, of nature.
We speak directly with the voice of the blood,
and the signs on the skin.
No need for a holy book,
a sacrament, building, or hierarchy.
We speak things of power.
And they are opening their eyes,
and awakening once again.
to dispel the fog of dreams.
(Season Cole’s poetically curated notes from a lecture by Koyote the Blind.)
These were the times of heresy and discovery.
These were the days Ivan (first from the right) introduced me to a Rosicrucian Order, and challenged my faith and dogma.
These were the days our maid took me to gnostic masses and challenged me to see my privilege.
These were the days of attempting to extract nutrient from flowers to feed the hungry, of seeing specters appear and glide, of exploring abandoned scientific instruments in a University closed by the army.
These were the days before the girlfriends and the bullets, before the depression and suicidal thoughts. These were the days before the hanging by my ankles over a four story building to make me panic. These were the days before the finding of my true strength.
These were my Zacamil days, when that funny looking boy, second from the right, saw the world open up and the storm of time showed him infinity and the eternal power of not being.
Was I ever truly him? How did he know to survive by becoming me?
The sun had just immersed itself in that beautiful golden rainbow water in the distance. She came out, this beautiful creature, out of the ocean. She walked towards me. I remember it. I could almost see her, but not quite. But she was there, I think—or almost there.
She was barely true, almost real. I could tell she was there because of the soft shimmer on the outline of her body. The light of the sun, indirect and gentle, almost as if saying goodbye, would reflect on her surface––small glimmers of dew telling me of a hair, a curve, a breast, maybe a mouth.
She was almost there. Barely there. But the likeness of her being was unmistakable. I could feel it in my skin. It would tickle me. It would make me burst with a small gentle smile. It would make herself known when I took a whiff of air into me, and she smelled like the ocean. She smelled like the sand. She smelled like the sunset. And there she whispered in my ear.
She told me the story of the doll made of salt who would sit by the ocean as I sat by the ocean, waiting for the water to come close to her, almost kiss her, and go back; come back and go back; and one day it came too close and it kissed her on her feet. The oceanic water touched the feet of this doll who sat just as I sat. But her love and yearning for the ocean was so great that just one kiss of the ocean begun to dissolve the doll of salt. In her love for the kiss, all of her dissolved and she became the ocean.
When she told me this story, I asked:
-“So, what happened to the girl made of salt?”
-“She became the ocean” she said.
-“But, aren’t you the ocean?” I asked.
-“Yes” she said.
-“So, do you remember being the girl made of salt?”
-“I was never a girl made of salt,” she said. “I’ve always been the ocean, and I will always be the ocean.”
“The high priests of the slave religions knew that for the human being to never be able to reclaim the magnificent vistas of the higher worlds, and for the human being to nevermore be able to satiate the yearning and the pain, they had to keep us ignorant.
They had to keep us ashamed of this force that rises from the loins, that inundates the body. They had to make us believe—really believe—that this force was only for procreation; and for those who rebelled, to make us believe that this force could also be used for fun. While both are true, they hid from us that these forces are not just for procreation or fun; they hid from us that the very force that creates a universe is hidden in our flesh.
From then on, all those who create churches or gods, families and groups; all those that divide us between genders, clans, politics, casts, nations and social class, are only working to keep us away from the true genius that lies dormant within the dark confines of the flesh.“––The Witches’ Sabbath
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Picture yourself in the middle of a sentient universe, a conscious being who reaches within because there is nothing outside. It reaches within. It folds upon itself, exploring different levels of sentience until energy is manifested and matter is formed. I want you to picture that as a process of folding upon itself and unfolding out into experience.
This sentience is going within to know itself. It is perceiving itself on different levels, as pure intelligence, then as sound, and then as light. After becoming light, this supreme being experiences itself as cosmos, as galaxies, and finally as planetary existence.
It is not that it is creating sound and then it creates light, and then it creates stars, and then it creates planets, and then it creates things. It’s more that every layer is itself and it has a continuous unfolding of consciousness—knowing itself at different levels.
To give an example of how this is a continuum you may consider the nature of matter itself. Everything that we call matter is composed of atomic particles, and each atom is composed of subatomic particles, electrons, protons, neutrons, etc. Each one of these particles is a packet of energy, a vibration that exists for a time. The relationship between these particles is what creates what we know as the material world.
From the moment when there is light in the Universe, this same light has been coming together as vibration creating stars, creating galaxies, creating planets, creating moons, people, plants, animals, rocks and everything. There is no substantial difference between matter and energy. It is all a continuum. Matter is slowed down energy. The only distinction between matter and energy is in our conception of it, how we relate to it, how we think of it, but it is all part of the same continuum.
In that same way, there is no real difference between the mind of God and the physical universe. It is all a continuum of sentience.
For some reason I keep getting this question online: “The Earth, is it a globe or flat?”
I have decided to compile a list of answers from some of the most renowned religious, spiritual, philosophical, and artistic minds I have encountered in my explorations…
Most people after the industrial revolution: a globe.
The Holy Inquisition: Flat.
Modern Science: a misshapen sphere, like a deflated globe.
Salvador Dali: a field of the misshapen faces of time.
Hinduism: an illusion.
Enochian Angels: A cube.
Homer: a neutral valley below Olympus and above Hades created to be the playground of the gods.
Einstein: a gravitational well in a space/time continuum.
Mayans: a space/time spiral.
Ramakrishna: the unfolding of perception of the real you, who is God.
Hippies: a global village to live in peace and make love.
Globalists: a global village to exploit and consume.
Nazis: a hollow concave globe sustaining humans upside down on its inner surface.
Gurdjieff: the Mi lower harmonic of the initial tone of the world of the Absolute.
Toltec: Flat, but it’s not the Earth that is flat. Earth is a globe projected on a flat screen of light in infinite extension that make up the boundaries of our consciousness, which in turn is shaped as an egg.
All these answers have some truth to them, some more than others, and all in accordance to the paradigm used to tell their stories. All, that is, except for the inquisition and the nazis. They were useless and false, then and now.
At the present time in history, we are facing a singularity. The timelines of parallel universes, separated before, are now intertwining more and more, making us more and more aware that all things seem to be happening all at once.
So, all ideas are here, and all events are here, and all processes are here. The past and the future are just a matter of geography and directionality of consciousness. Parallel lives are becoming more and more accessible whether you realize it or not.
The stronger the center of gravity of your attention, the more access you have to all of them. Which is to say, the greater your personal power is, the more access you have to your own timelines and to past and present lives.
A threshold has been crossed by humanity, and what we are experiencing now is the moment when a star begins to try to either go completely within or to completely explode. We are in the pivot of that balance. We are living in a historical moment critical for humanity.
We are at the point where we either destroy planetary life––and the consciousness that is forming here would then send itself off to another planetary formation––or it can continue to withstand this pressure, this continuous influx of information and continuous desire for liberation.
Those are the two forces at play. One is trying to become more aware and tolerate more, and the other is trying to bring everything back to a familiar place of lower energy. Something in the depth of humanity’s consciousness is seeking to become a cosmic body. Something is being birthed as a star.
This is the fifth Sun.
The real human being is really the Sun as it walks on the Earth illuminating the dark night of the soul.
The birth of humanity as the solar consciousness is an event waiting to happen. But when it happens, it will be happening throughout all the lifetimes. It is already affecting the remote past of our history and the future towards we’re all going.
To witness this moment, the end of history, all the eyes of the masters and the angels, the Gods and the forces of creation, are attentively watching.
This moment is what we have been witnessing and will continue to witness; and unable to withstand so much information, we will continue to feel overwhelmed with too much. Too much of this, too much of that. Too much information. Because all the forms that we have created to contain the infinite eternal radiance of the Sun will no longer hold.
All the religions that you built and all the sciences and all the ideas, and even all the stories that you created since the beginning of humanity, are not going to be able anymore to give us a sense of safety and security, no longer will they be able to make us feel like we already understand the world. Because now, as soon as you accept one form of the world, the tides of reality come crushing in destroying all forms, dissolving all attempts to create a solid understanding of reality.
