Tag: Latin American History

A Note to the Person who Said It’s not a Big Deal to be Told to Go Back Where you Came From.

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People like me are told those hateful words all the time. They are meant to make you feel less, and to get others to bully you. They are meant to make feel out of place, like your contribution doesn’t count, and like you will never be welcome in your own land.

It is a racist move precisely because of that intent. Yes, we all learn to live with it, to ignore it, and to continue being decent human beings.

Nonetheless, it hurts.

It hurts to see it being done to your children and the people you love. It’s easy for you to say “so what? Get over it. It’s not a big deal”

Ah! The callousness of the privileged! How well you mask your racism under a pretense of emotional equanimity! Those of us who have experienced over and over, however, can see the truth behind your pretend wisdom. You are not above the fray. You are the instigator.

Sharing my Inner Space/ 32 years of Art (a book review)

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I have read Martivón Galindo’s Sharing My Inner Space, and I realize now that with every painting and every poem she has been marking a special space in the journey that so many of us undertook back in the 80’s, when the Salvadoran diaspora uprooted us from the place where we wanted to live, love, die, and create. We left because we had to, away from decades of war and oppression, and everywhere we went we kept looking hard inside the most recondite corners of the heart for that something we brought with us, to make a life and create art, and to find ourselves even in places that forever made us feel strangers.

In this book, Martivón gifts us with a tremendous experience through the use of poetry, print, and painting. It is a powerful storm that penetrates your consciousness under the command of an accomplished artist who has dived into the depths of her soul, and confronting the turbulent history of war, exile, emerges in ultimate triumph a master of her perceptions. She takes us through her encounter with exile, an event that shaped an entire generation of Salvadorans, but she does more than make us look at the world, she takes us with her as the seed of her soul emerges from that encounter triumphant, and continues to create and define her artistic world.

Martivón is not content with showing us her skill and creativity. She shares with us that most intimate process of her genius: the process she has gone through as she discovers her true self. We witness this discovery when she manages to put in word and image the creative powers of a soul that is always seeking justice and always burning bright with the wild fire of truth.

Porque lo invisible es el misterio
encerrado en la lágrima de una estrella
Ayer como hace treinta años
busco lo que no está
para encontrar mi luz
mi propia sombra
en el invisible gran universo de lo posible––Martivon (pg. 160)

Every great artist has an inner process through which her silent, intimate center faces the vast expanse of the unknown, and every one of them produce art that touches in us that most intimate abode. Their art awakens somehow our own truth. Martivón’s art does that for us, of course, but she takes a step further. Sharing My Inner Space is a living document showing that invisible inner process through which her genius emerges.

Witnessing this book is a most enjoyable experience. I promise you, the core of your perception will be touched by it, and you will find yourself on a journey through your own inner space. I recommend this book unreservedly.

Watch Discussion of Chapter One of The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor.

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This is the first class based on The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor.

We discuss chapter 1: Something Was Changed. We discuss the role of the esoteric school, the temple prostitutes, ancient history, and the formation of the architecture of the mind that is being prepared to receive the transformational effect of the Teachings. Also, the role of sexual alchemy and the inner circle of humanity are covered.

Click on the link below to watch this class. A new chapter will be covered each Thursday at 7:30 p.m. PST (starting on 7/18/2019).

You can attend any class live. There is no charge for the course, but donations are welcome and will be given to Xicoco Shamanic Arts. The proceeds from this class will help Xicoco maintain the Medicine Wheel and keep its operations going.

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Apapachar: To Hug with Your Soul

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There are words untranslatable, and when translated something of essence is left out. The word “apapachar” used by Mayan influenced people, like in southern Mexico and Central America is one such word. Many dictionaries translate it as “spoil” or “pamper”.

How curious that in English the word emphasizes either the ruining of something in a child (because when overdone, the child becomes “spoiled rotten”), or the indulgence given a person when you do things for them they could do themselves (as it happens when you pamper someone in a spa).

What then, is “apapachar”? It is associated with pamper or spoil because of the image of a parent hugging his child or a lover cuddling and whispering tender nothings.

There is no word in the English language that I’m aware of, and if we were to translate literally from the Mayan, to apapachar is “to hug with your soul.”

A View From a Gnostic Scholar and Accomplished Magician

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Paul Joseph Rovelli, director of the Gnostic Church of L.V.X., analyses the first three chapters of The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor from the perspective of an accomplished, practicing magician and of an erudite gnostic scholar:

“The mythos begins with Chapter One, Something Was Changed; suggesting the transformation of the Soul. The Koyote places himself in a lineage and therefor in time. To do this, the Koyote describes a history of an ancient, matriarchal and originating cultural society, the Toltecs, from which he has traveled over time. His description of the temples and their sacred prostitutes also begins his deliberate correspondence between the Toltec teachings and that of the A.’.A.’.—Mexican and Euro-American Magick. It’s an exciting way to see the 93 Current not only overseeing the Toltec philosophical system, but each alchemically blend into each other.

Chapter Two, The Island of the Tonal, describes the nature of all we know and refers to that as Tonal; suggesting that this is but one world of many possible worlds. This wisdom first comes to us through Carlos Castaneda, though I dare say, the Koyote’s descriptions of the Tonal and the Assemblage Point, reveal so much more about this than Castaneda ever conveyed. We each, actively set up our own Tonal reality that the Koyote present practical instruction for deepening one’s understanding of this. The Face Reading Exercise is a practical way to correlate the Fourth Yod, Intuition, in the Gnostic Church of L.V.X.’s Doctrine of the Four Yods, as presented in our Rosicrucian Mass.

Sleep is your First Tool is the name of Chapter Three. A lot more is given on the Face Reading Exercise that helps one to understand our natural, sleeping state of awareness. This leads one to a greater understanding of the nature of the Tonal by a deep exploration of ourselves and through others, as well. It’s as much an examination of the Jungian shadow. The Koyote goes further to describe the sensitivity of what he calls the machine, and that generates a self-written program for everything that the soul regularly experiences of beingness. He then goes one step further, and declares that the energy employed in being asleep will be used, not only to awake, but to go back and forth between each state, as necessary.

In this same chapter, the Koyote also further describes the three levels of the Western temple, as incorporated into his Toltec vision. And he gives the most articulate description of the magickal powers or Siddhis in the manner they should be properly employed. The levels of Western Initiation are layers of consciousness by which the Koyote seems to have correlated with levels of energy in the Toltec idea of power and hunting power; this being brought into his training, both by his lineal nahual and his teacher at an Abbey of Thelema. This power feeds the virtue of one’s character, as is needed on the various planes of beingness.”

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This Refugee’s Heart Forever Longs

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I was a refugee once. I knew nothing of an “American dream,” nor did I seek economic prosperity or opportunities. Nothing about your dollar called me. I came here because the army in my country was getting paid one million dollars by your government to kill people like me.

There are so many of us who came here, not to find a better life, but simply to survive. A better life? For life, period.

The road is dangerous for most. We know it well. You risk aggressions, robbery, rape, and death. You give yourself to the fates, the blessing of the elements, and the hope for the kindness of the brotherhood of humans.

You are grateful when you arrive, but you know the ordeal has just begun.

I was lucky to have been able to prove I was persecuted back home, for being a student of Philosophy, for working for war refugees, for speaking up for justice and a better world. Those were my crimes. That made me dangerous. I considered myself fortunate. I arrived to the US unscathed, and I stayed without once being detained. I went to court, and I was able to prove my case. I was one of less than 2% of Salvadorans granted political asylum. The Reagan administration was adamant to not grant any more than that, lest the public knew what he was really doing to my people. I was lucky. There were so many more more deserving, more in need, and more invisible.

The love for your family forces you to suffer all indignities in a place where you don’t feel alive. Between a cold hell and the fear of death, you take one more step each day towards a future where perhaps your children will feel like they have a place to call home. 

For the love of them you leave the people you love and the land where your spirit thrives. For them you accept as normal a life of racism, police harassment, and the indignities of always being the lesser, the other, the silent forgotten. For the sake of your children you give up even the hope of truly belonging to the society you give your life and work to.

Your mind is forever now on the day to day issues of survival, raising children who forget your language and adopt the manners of the people who won’t ever see you as one of them. Your aspiration is to one day see your children happy. Your mind settles for the hope of one day being normal, but the heart forever longs for that place where you once felt a human being.

The Plumed Serpent Within The Inner Circle of Humanity.

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The Inner Circle of humanity is the true source of knowledge and authority behind every esoteric school, every major religion, and every initiatory spiritual movement. Whenever an esoteric school looses its connection to this true source, the school carries only a carcass, an empty mausoleum of rotting remnants of what once was a living teaching. This sad situation happens more often than not, for every time an esoteric school seeks to have power and influence in the external world, they ground the energy flowing from above and settle in the external world. Once grounded, all they have is political intrigue, power grabbing intents, and petty wars to secure the few bones remaining of what once was a living body of Wisdom.

But the Inner Circle continues its work: initiating temples, schools, and even civilizations to achieve their evolutionary aims. To each region of the world, to each race, and to each historical period they gave seemingly different techniques and precepts; but in truth, all their teachings had the same aim and the same results: illumination, evolution, and the ability to become a receiver of gnosis.

Here in the Americas, we developed our own tradition, and the same situation is encountered again where a semi-mythical, semi-historical character appears to impart principles of knowledge, civilization, and science. He was known as Quetzalcoatl–the Plumed Serpent–in his first incarnation of a little over 5,200 years ago. He is said to be the one to teach the people of this region the principles of initiation, the techniques for contacting higher intelligence, the formulas for building civilizations and esoteric schools. He was the principal manifestation of the Inner Circle of humanity in these lands.

The Treasures the Invaders Missed

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“…Lend me your attention for a moment, and I’ll go on a journey to a different place with you. 

In this place of power, something deep in you will stir awake and stand up in attention. It is then my aim to attempt to unveil, uncover, and reveal that which has been lost; but not lost as in gone forever, simply misplaced, forgotten. 

These are the hidden treasures that the Spanish soldiers missed, the treasures they couldn’t take with them, the treasures that had been buried deep in the rich soil of the American continent. 

And now, with the light of the New Sun, it’s time for this buried seed to sprout, to seek the light, and to share its perfume with the world.”

—from The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor

The Hidden Treasures the Spanish Soldiers Missed

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“It is then my aim to attempt to unveil, uncover, and reveal that which has been lost; but not lost as in gone forever, simply misplaced, forgotten.

These are the hidden treasures that the Spanish soldiers missed, the treasures they couldn’t take with them, the treasures that had been buried deep in the rich soil of the American continent.

And now, with the light of the New Sun, it’s time for this buried seed to sprout, to seek the light, and to share its perfume with the world.”

—The Teachings of a Toltec Survivor

A View from the World of the Nahual

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If successful, this book will be more than entertainment and much more than a source of information and ideas hard to find elsewhere. You have in your hands more than a collection of theories and entertaining stories. You have an artifact, a container of a very old wisdom that is still alive. If you lend me your attention, I promise you that something of a seed will stir—something imbued in the pages of this tome.

This book will be a transformational factor in your hands. Don’t expect a linear narrative, nor attempts to convey unidimensional perspectives of the world. It is not an academic book full of discussions and references to other writings. It’s not a manual with exercises for you. This book has encounters of power, strange points of view, practical advice, effective techniques, and historical data; but it is more than that.

This book is a view from the world of the Nahual—the Toltec Survivor who shares his being with you as you read. If you place your attention on the narrative, you will know that I am talking to you directly, a heart to heart conversation.

You will know that in reading this narrative, you are altering the world in you and around you, as a dreamer alters a dream when she begins to wake up to her personal power. Lend me your attention for a moment, and I’ll go on a journey to a different place with you. In this place of power, something deep in you will stir awake and stand up in attention.

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