Citando a Julian Katari del 13/03/2025, 11:55 am

Stepping stones

Creation had to be large enough to allow diversity and abundance. How tall is a mountain, deep and large is a lake. How extensive is an ocean. How many stones lie in a pile of rubble. How many temples can we unearth if we take the time to dig in a place like mesoamerica. We are not new nor young, that notion can be of course challenged from a different perspective, but we are old enough to see the evidences of past peoples that were like us that have come and gone, continents that have shifted, mountains that have grown and shrinked, even animals that are no longer here with us. Life is now a pile of building blocks, amino acids can be easily made if the conditions are given, life can sprout anywhere on this planet without the need of someone seeding it, the blocks are there, the information is there, the light, the ambience, the living mother.

For us creating is simply putting back together what lies destroyed in front and beneath us. A fresh start is never completely fresh. A new idea is never completely new. We simply have to put the pieces back together, pile the pile higher, make neat what is already there. Today's energy speaks of this and shows how much we have to do, how large is the pile of stones in front of us. If we are to get somewhere, we need to get building. What do we build? our own steps so that we can climb up our own temple, so that we can stick our heads above the mess that surrounds us. It's uninspiring when we realize that it's not really our mess, but that's not the perspective being taught today. We need to realize the blessing of having that pile of stones already there and gathered, it lessens the amount of work we have to do. It also teaches us not to worry about what is lost. Shit dies all the time, things we make fall apart. Tears bring relief but is not a good source of water to build anything.

I'm excited at the enormous pile of work in front of me. Much of it is my own gathering and rubble. Hours of video of the last dance I went to, writing the Toltec training logbook, the exercises I must organize, the three books I need to finish reading to give the best tour of the monumental zone of Teotihuacan. I don't know if I will finish all, I will be tripping on my own pile of rubble. I had just bought a gimbal and couple of months later dropped it in water and after repairman tried at it, it is now a souvenir. With what ease things come, are destroyed, pile up, and that pile is the blessing of life.