Somehow I know that mysterious beasts surround us. Yet my mind covers the sound of beasts with what I assume to be ordinary sounds.
I saw the mechanical and predictable when I, on my seventh birthday, became suspicious that everyone around me had been replaced, and that I was now surrounded by robots or extra-terrestrials; that they were observing me.
I didn’t know why they were observing me. I just knew that they were mechanical, and that they were pretending to be the people I knew.
I knew also that I needed to pretend that everything was the same.
Xicoco Shamanic Arts is dedicated to the ancient teachings and millenary wisdom that has guided humanity through its present evolutionary stage. The root of our school comes from the noble Toltecas, but these roots drink from the fountains of wisdom that feed all sacred traditions. Our teachings are the product of humanity as a whole, drawing from all the sacred traditions throughout history. We work to bring sacred technologies to guide humanity to awakening, to transformation, and to evolution.
The name Xicoco means “beehive,” and it refers to manner in which we use the flowers of wisdom around us and process its products to create the sacred honey which is the true nourishment of the soul.
Unity uttermost showed,
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
to tremble before Thee––
I, I adore Thee.
This is the translation Crowley gives of a poem found in the back of the Stele of Revele––an artifact he found in a museum in Cairo. This stele was the basis of his invocation of Aiwass, from where the Book of the Law (Liber Al) was created.
The poem accurately describes the force behind the Ring of Power, and it is the reason I called the energy given to the world in 2007, the Aka Dua.
Here is the transliteration of the poem in its original language:
A ka dua
Tuf ur biu
Bi a’a chefu
Dudu ner af an nuteru.
Mama spider. Mama spider.
Weaving and forming. Teaching and feeding.
Out of your bowels we ate.
Out of your spirit we grew;
to hunt one more day,
So was the spirit of my mother, even when I did not see her.
From the depth of her corpse, I grew and came out.
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There is no mountain that can take you to the sun. There is no ladder. There is no staircase. There is no tree tall enough to take you to the solar center. And just like the sun that seems to travel across the heavens, unperturbed and untouched by clouds, atmosphere, or anything that can happen in this planet, so the true self moves across the surface of this life, unperturbed by all the going-ons, undisturbed by all the sufferings and all the joys that happen to your body, your mind, and your emotions.
The truth is within. The truth is never to be found in any religion, in any method, in any theory, in any teaching; because the truth is not outside of you. Anything outside of you is part of your experience of planetary existence.
There are methods and teachings that can help you clear the mind. That can help you focus the attention on what is real. They have to be used well. They have to be used to get to the truth. They have to be used to be able to see within yourself. If you use them for anything else, anything that is external, you begin to lose the focus.
Know, however, that you already are that. That everything you experience, you experience because there is that solar consciousness interacting with this body. That you wouldn’t be able to experience anything, were it not for pure-consciousness in you. Forget, then, all the teachings and all the religions, and all the theories, and all the ideas, and all the words of the masters.
Just look within yourself.
There is no tomorrow to do this. There is no time when this can be done except for now. Look now, within yourself. Wonder at the origin behind the center of your consciousness. Look at the center of that which looks; and know that silent emptiness, when interacting with your body, creates all your experiences, and that there is no experience at all that is more important than the truth within yourself.
Night has run its course.
Let’s turn off the candle lights
to let the sun rise.
To embrace the emptiness of the void is to be devoured by this hungry emptiness that consumes all.
There, behind the I Am, find the first-born of God.
Forever seeking the Beloved all around.
In the Telling, there is a constant interaction between order and chaos, between silence and word, between meaning and the subversion of meaning.