Makwil Cuetzpalin
E aqui Tonal
(un destino propio)
El mero proposito de esta existencia.
Hoy mismo se quebrara la primer regla
Ante todas las demas:
Si no sabes cual
Pues es porque no
Investigas suficientemente;
El numero cinco ha sido y siempre sera
Gran pentametro
De nuestra quintaesencia comun —
Un nombre del hombre en exilio desde Eden.
And on the fifth stave
An immense, jet-black Aquila hatched
From gone feathered serpent's crystalline egg.
Et le lendemain soir
Il est monte au clair de lune
Apres le coucher du soleil ...
Tonatiuh bajo
Al inframundo ~ en su puesto subio otro.
Con llamas tan agudas, que hasta siegan los malvados!
Makwil Cuetzpalin (rare trilingual edition)
Digital Shamanism
Digital Shamanism
Well if you must use the Facebook™
Make sure it aids in Recapitulation.
Nothing doing online
Among disillusioned Dreamers.
Where be the seasoned Warriors?
(They don't conform to techie patterns).
Out here all anyone ever hears
Is a whole lot of dissonant Tonalities;
Butthurt arguments born of hypersensitivity, overindulgence, &
Sentimentality.
So strap on your #VR Headset
Let's traverse this silicon tundra ...
Ignite some sage grass or incense.
Fling open the Windows® of perception!
Mortality is a predator watching — waiting
To pounce upon those who are at unawares :o
Ars Somnium
Author's Note: For further notes on Carlos Castaneda's The Art of Dreaming, please refer to Wikipedia.
Ars Somnium
Sevenfold be the sorcerer's gateways to dreaming (each gate is first reached [i] and then crossed [ii] although not necessarily consecutively):
The Cricket's Call
In ancient Rome, during the time of the Caesars, the cricket was sold in golden cages at a very high price. In Mexico City, at the Museum of Anthropology and History there exists a very interesting picture related to the teachings that were taught to the Aztec Nobility and Priests in their secret temples.
In this picture, we see two individuals floating over the Hill of Chapultepec. A chirping cricket appears at the summit of the hill. Next to this scene, a floating human face appears; from the mouth emerges two waves of light which symbolize the chirping of the cricket, or in other words, the symbol for the monotonous and sharp sound of the cricket that the two people who are floating over the foothill must produce in order to penetrate into the temple."
The Cricket's Call
Mid-August somnolence;
Cicadas seethe by sunlight
But at nighttime, crickets chirp.
Nocturnal chorus basking
In the heatwave aftermath.
Waking wizards for witching hour ...
Roused astral body astir within interzone —
Early morning moth latch onto silver cord
And raise this wretched man above his foibles!
Unladen from Earthly burden
Mortal coil may be transmuted
To enact any empyrean alchemy.
Peter Pan flies to Neverland again
(applaud so that Tinker Bell revives).
Old Jiminy will attest to our regained virtues!
Shape Shifter
~ Gloria Steinem
“The most necessary part of learning is unlearning our errors.”
~ Zeno
"Where spirituality is concerned,
learning is all about unlearning -
unlearning almost everything you’ve ever been taught.
It’s all about unlearning and listening."
~ Anthony de Mello
Shape Shifter
Let's start by not taking ourselves too damn seriously.
Loosen up — crack knuckles and neck — stretch limbs ...
Confound it! This human mode is dumbfounded!
We spend so much time learning to identify
With this or that, him, her, and them.
Where rests the primal shape of one's face?
Heretofore any final form escapes our gaze.
Switch animal totems as a player trades out masks.
Strive for fluidity when it comes to sorcerers' tasks.
Static objects don't exist. Even ideals barely persist.
Stagnation awaits those who can't adapt to change.
Standing still within eye of whirlwind seems strange.
Stirs it not thy divine stars? Venusian women; men of Mars?
Starseeds wake, ascend to night. Gnostic knowing, out of sight!
Shift below you must, lest your silver cord gather dust.
Then take flight as a raven to look upon lesser auras.
The predator blends into background; praying prey ignore us.
Though myths may vary, a lot are attributed to Apollodorus.
Transparency serves an arranger behind these scenes.
Unless amorphousness flows, anthropomorphism anchors souls.
Undoing such damnation involves enacting fictive figures.
Let's end without wondering whether or not it all makes sense.
Latter years are needed to refine singular self into a peerless:
Shape Shifter
Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:
Time To Go META!
History is no mystery:
One day as if out of the blue
An unknown underdog
Ends up becoming Top Cat.
Decaying systems are overruled.
What once was thought essential
Surprisingly turns to drivel
And its reverse is christened Truth.
Plebs will believe what they're told
To believe by any ruling authority.
Although all rules have exceptions;
Autonomous rogues who fight uphill battles.
Whoa there massive ass mama,
Don't you know that it's time to go META?
No civilized institution is unaffected
If letters of policy are writ by a meddler.
Ruthless, a Stalker requires zero proof
Thus like an airborne ship he sails aloof.
Recapitulate lest you miss a cunning step;
Some tomes unread beyond campus roof.
A Magus in mastery will not show mercy.
When matter meets antimatter
They cancel one another out.
So be it (such clashes remain immaterial).
Speed bumps on the road to Authentic City —
Where only the coolest of Calicos frolic.
There we'll meet again fully splendored
And if providence permits, unbend each folded fender!
PleonasM
PleonasM
Long time no write
This site out of sight
The Nous grew silent
Which in retro sounds right?
The struggle continues
Nagual knows that it's REAL
But something ETHEREAL
Yet tangible waits on us to feel...
Beyond creative explosions
Destructive emotions
Treks through trials then commotions
Life meets death with {{convulsions}}
Still the fight is worthwhile &
Stakes are far too high to ignore.
Organic existence is just one aisle
That our Consciousness must explore.
Posterity will bear out this work's value;
Polished gems always outclass any hullabaloo.
Pretentious labels get attached to such a lofty purview cause
Perfection is offensive to mere mortals who envy you, cuz!
Nagual ItzQuauhtli Says...
The Eagle is devouring the awareness of all the creatures that, alive on earth a moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle's beak, like a ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes them; for awareness is the Eagle's food.
The Eagle, that power that governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at once all those living things. There is no way, therefore, for man to pray to the Eagle, to ask favors, to hope for grace, the human part of the Eagle is too insignificant to move the whole.
It is only from the Eagle's actions that a seer can tell what it wants. The Eagle, although it is not moved by the circumstances of any living thing, has granted a gift to each of those beings. In its own way and right, any one of them, if it so desires, has the power to keep the flame of awareness, the power to disobey the summons to die and be consumed. Every living thing has been granted the power, if it so desires, to seek an opening to freedom and to go through it. It is evident to the seer who sees the opening, and to the creatures that go through it, that the Eagle has granted that gift in order to perpetuate awareness.
For the purpose of guiding living things to that opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual is a double being to whom the rule has been revealed. Whether it be in the form of a human being, an animal, a plant, or anything else that lives, the Nagual by virtue of its doubleness is drawn to seek that hidden passageway."
One's Tonal is transient, fragile
Imperfect and limited
Interior character deciding exterior destiny
However, it can be tempered
Through directed Dreams
As well as all actions recapped
Dumbstruck by silent knowledge
Warriors topple their self-importance
Then master awareness with sober insight
Remember always that Death stalks us constantly
But beyond every Tonal thrives an enigmatic Nagual
Wrapped within layers of energetic abstraction
Many misnomers exist for such sublime states
But words matter little when matters meet with BIG CRUNCH
Jettison rational thought and float ever aloof
Cultural language patterns constrain Spirit
So overthrow those foreign installations
Hear The Eagle's emanations expressed by Seeing's non-verbal voice
For Posterity . . .
The greatest Poet of this century came & went
Balam Ahau (Lord Jaguar) Mythic May Vol. 6
Mounted on horseback with arms across chest
Further Reading: Past Issues of Mythic May
ItzQuauhtli's Prophecy
ItzQuauhtli was recognized as a reflection of Great Cosmic Eagle
Which North-American Natives called: Thunderbird.
Analogous to Horus in Egyptian lore; whose eyes are equally solar and lunar.
Or Garuda in Hinduism, with Vishnu riding atop his back.
Like Mercury (closest to the sun) he served as a messenger.
The Aztecs associated this Eagle with Huitzilopochtli — god of war and patron of the arts.
Sent to Earth late during the Fifth age, he heralded Quetzalcoatl's return
While also warning that it would come hand-in-hand with Tezcatlipoca's release ...
For the nine lords of Xibalba known as Bolon Yokte are present at both the beginning and end of time!
Second Syntax
The Four Tezcatlipocas (Mythic May Vol. 3)
Castaneda On Stilts
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