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Citando a Julian Katari del 29/11/2024, 12:37 pm
Taking advantage
The alligator mom observes her hatchlings and sees that one of them tries to take advantage over the other. The mom knows she can have them all survive, and wishes for all of them to live, so she intervenes and puts the abusive hatchling in his place so the other one can also access the food. She remembers doing the same thing when she was a hatchling, and is impressed to see it, yet this time acts as a mother. This mother consciousness she has accessed before, at times when she has had to prioritize the hatchlings over her own well being. We must learn from today's nahual that speaks from this unique aspect of the cosmos, where we put our own hunger aside so that our loved ones can eat. Doesn't mean that there is less, on the contrary, we will stumble into a lot more.
Taking advantage
The alligator mom observes her hatchlings and sees that one of them tries to take advantage over the other. The mom knows she can have them all survive, and wishes for all of them to live, so she intervenes and puts the abusive hatchling in his place so the other one can also access the food. She remembers doing the same thing when she was a hatchling, and is impressed to see it, yet this time acts as a mother. This mother consciousness she has accessed before, at times when she has had to prioritize the hatchlings over her own well being. We must learn from today's nahual that speaks from this unique aspect of the cosmos, where we put our own hunger aside so that our loved ones can eat. Doesn't mean that there is less, on the contrary, we will stumble into a lot more.
Citando a Julian Katari del 16/08/2025, 1:37 amEmpowered.
Ever thought that sometimes when you get a little bit fucked (and I just had came to the decision after the long reflection that I would stop using that word) you get some advantage as in what you can get back, are owed, or make up for? When it happens, it sure hurts, storm, letting go, taking the medicine way. Learning is not always pleasure, growing is not either. Building something, breaks your back, and we do it, it's what life is. So we don't really get frenched, it just felt like that. We are going forward, getting better, learning quite a bit, and will be able to fix all this mess quite soon. Allowing yourself to understand and feel and even letting yourself get frenched, makes it so we know which way we are going and where we want to go. Nothing of this has been for nothing. If you can bathe in your pain and your mistakes as if it was the nice water that makes your home and gives you food, as the croc would, then you are where you need to be. Be this or get prayed on by the spooks. Only two choices, deer.
Empowered.
Ever thought that sometimes when you get a little bit fucked (and I just had came to the decision after the long reflection that I would stop using that word) you get some advantage as in what you can get back, are owed, or make up for? When it happens, it sure hurts, storm, letting go, taking the medicine way. Learning is not always pleasure, growing is not either. Building something, breaks your back, and we do it, it's what life is. So we don't really get frenched, it just felt like that. We are going forward, getting better, learning quite a bit, and will be able to fix all this mess quite soon. Allowing yourself to understand and feel and even letting yourself get frenched, makes it so we know which way we are going and where we want to go. Nothing of this has been for nothing. If you can bathe in your pain and your mistakes as if it was the nice water that makes your home and gives you food, as the croc would, then you are where you need to be. Be this or get prayed on by the spooks. Only two choices, deer.
Citando a Julian Katari del 03/05/2026, 4:30 pmThe Stinking Master
A patch of land, once completely barren, becomes flooded by the shifting course of rivers and turns into a swamp. Within it, creatures carve out their habitats, and with the passing of suns and moons, it transforms into a sanctuary. Small beings become food for the large; it becomes a niche for massive spawning and massive dying. Through this ceaseless cycling, vast amounts of fertile mush are deposited at the bottom. One day, the river shifts again and drains the swamp. The creatures must leave or perish, but the land is no longer infertile. Meters of organic material and dormant seeds remain, and soon, it becomes an island of lush forest.
In our lives, and in the cycles of the Earth and humanity, there are phases that resemble this swamp—places of struggle, of non-happening, of stillness where the water, emotion, and spirit seem stagnant. Yet, deep within that rot, something great is brewing: a Great Master. Today’s nawal speaks through these images about the necessity of recognizing and listening to the master forged from challenge and patience. It demands that we stop looking up to those who appear clean, brilliant, and "successful." They are not the true masters; they are the repeaters, the announcers, the mere echoes of the system.
A true master is down in the mud, experiencing life firsthand. He is doing the work and dealing with the weight of all the filth laid upon him. He is unrecognized, ignored, abandoned, unappreciated, and disrespected. He stinks—until the river shifts. Then, as the sun dries the swamp, this master becomes the new island of life to which everyone is drawn.
Like him, any fertile ground is rich only because of the potential it has stored through apparently unfortunate times. Something truly new will rise—not from the place where you were looking and expecting, but from the very ground you were shitting upon. The "Stinking Master" is the ultimate alchemist of the shadow. He does not seek the light of the public stage because his work requires the fermentation of the dark. While the "clean" teachers offer sterilized maps of a world they have never walked, the Stinking Master offers the soil itself.
To honor this nawal is to stop fleeing from our own "swamp" periods. It is to understand that the stagnation we feel is actually the accumulation of power. The master within you is currently dressed in the mud of your failures, your silences, and your marginalization. Do not wash him away prematurely. Wait for the river to move; wait for the natural drainage of time. When the world finally looks toward the new forest, it will be your "refuse" that provides the nutrients for the world to come. True sovereignty is grown in the muck, far from the gaze of the harvesters.
The Stinking Master
A patch of land, once completely barren, becomes flooded by the shifting course of rivers and turns into a swamp. Within it, creatures carve out their habitats, and with the passing of suns and moons, it transforms into a sanctuary. Small beings become food for the large; it becomes a niche for massive spawning and massive dying. Through this ceaseless cycling, vast amounts of fertile mush are deposited at the bottom. One day, the river shifts again and drains the swamp. The creatures must leave or perish, but the land is no longer infertile. Meters of organic material and dormant seeds remain, and soon, it becomes an island of lush forest.
In our lives, and in the cycles of the Earth and humanity, there are phases that resemble this swamp—places of struggle, of non-happening, of stillness where the water, emotion, and spirit seem stagnant. Yet, deep within that rot, something great is brewing: a Great Master. Today’s nawal speaks through these images about the necessity of recognizing and listening to the master forged from challenge and patience. It demands that we stop looking up to those who appear clean, brilliant, and "successful." They are not the true masters; they are the repeaters, the announcers, the mere echoes of the system.
A true master is down in the mud, experiencing life firsthand. He is doing the work and dealing with the weight of all the filth laid upon him. He is unrecognized, ignored, abandoned, unappreciated, and disrespected. He stinks—until the river shifts. Then, as the sun dries the swamp, this master becomes the new island of life to which everyone is drawn.
Like him, any fertile ground is rich only because of the potential it has stored through apparently unfortunate times. Something truly new will rise—not from the place where you were looking and expecting, but from the very ground you were shitting upon. The "Stinking Master" is the ultimate alchemist of the shadow. He does not seek the light of the public stage because his work requires the fermentation of the dark. While the "clean" teachers offer sterilized maps of a world they have never walked, the Stinking Master offers the soil itself.
To honor this nawal is to stop fleeing from our own "swamp" periods. It is to understand that the stagnation we feel is actually the accumulation of power. The master within you is currently dressed in the mud of your failures, your silences, and your marginalization. Do not wash him away prematurely. Wait for the river to move; wait for the natural drainage of time. When the world finally looks toward the new forest, it will be your "refuse" that provides the nutrients for the world to come. True sovereignty is grown in the muck, far from the gaze of the harvesters.