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11 Kemee
Citando a Julian Katari del 14/03/2025, 11:42 am
Fading away
Stumbling on your own unlaid stones, life can be but a pile of rubble of unfinished business. Yesterday we slithered and almost flew up the stairs of the impossible and today we may trip. If you are there already, falling in the abyss, then it feels like a smooth smoke that rises from the only certainty: spirit, death, your soul is what matters and what keeps it all together. We are to fuse today with spirit in a very significant way. Things and situations will merge. Different fields of understanding will become one. The veils of the unnecessary will fall off. Today is an amazing day to see what is there for real. We can see the shape of the temple want to build from our pile of stones. We can easily brush off the dust of what we now know we don't want. We can be at peace in knowing that we didn't make it, so we are making it. The Chol Qu'ij count is here to support the process happening elsewhere in the universe. Do you care to share how the eclipse went for you?
Fading away
Stumbling on your own unlaid stones, life can be but a pile of rubble of unfinished business. Yesterday we slithered and almost flew up the stairs of the impossible and today we may trip. If you are there already, falling in the abyss, then it feels like a smooth smoke that rises from the only certainty: spirit, death, your soul is what matters and what keeps it all together. We are to fuse today with spirit in a very significant way. Things and situations will merge. Different fields of understanding will become one. The veils of the unnecessary will fall off. Today is an amazing day to see what is there for real. We can see the shape of the temple want to build from our pile of stones. We can easily brush off the dust of what we now know we don't want. We can be at peace in knowing that we didn't make it, so we are making it. The Chol Qu'ij count is here to support the process happening elsewhere in the universe. Do you care to share how the eclipse went for you?
Citando a Julian Katari del 29/11/2025, 2:57 amElder Marzo.
As we prepare to visit him, his voice speaks to me from the distance. I can ask him questions, I prepare to gift him through this recognition, he is in fact the wise elder that has guided me. More than that, he speaks for the voice of the heart of the Mayab, and those gifted with having heard him, grow with him know, he is the voice of the spirit of the Mayan legacy, and thanks to him we know what the Maya speak of.
This is no invention, it's what is happening right now. As I watched his photo and thought about our coming encounter, in my mind came today's nawal message. Must we mention that eleven death is Marzo's Nawal date, but that is intimate, please don't spread the word. I wasn't' thinking of this precise fact, something I would easily remember or think of if I thought about a specific future day combination, but many times I don't. I rather come it like this, by surprise. This cycle I didn't notice until I'm in it, surfing this nawal.
We've had little space to speak and develop further on the readings this trecena, it seems to me like that, every day has given me so much to say and I don't get the time and dedication to say it all, and must be like that. The study will continue on the next repeating cycle. Today I understand how important and significant this trecena is. We have failed, hurt ourselves, and hurt others. We can't pretend we're doing it right, we aren't. The few live and brave ones are trying. The rest who aren't, are a problem. Like always, the circle and these words are for those who are.
Love is like a heart, and hearts are alive, because being alive means that it is temporary, that it can and will die. That is true for everything alive, our lives, our loves and experiences. They die but the love doesn't, the soul stays, whatever we choose to remember, remains with us. Whatever we chose to make that deserves remembering, will be our soul that remains after our moment to die comes. So much to keep in mind and that this nawal would probably share if we grant it through stillness, lets flee with this sole message regarding life, love, and our relationships, that I can feel Marzo's spirit embodying perfectly and having his voice.
Once we've failed, meaning, as we age into a cycle in our lives where we have experience, how we experience love and life becomes a choice. The past can take a new meaning. We can remain hurt, because yes they've failed us, and so we are a survivor of the wrong that got us. Or, we choose to see it as love, a love story where we are no longer hurt, we love it as it came. Embodying this may take a while, and for that, listening to the Maya will help.
Elder Marzo.
As we prepare to visit him, his voice speaks to me from the distance. I can ask him questions, I prepare to gift him through this recognition, he is in fact the wise elder that has guided me. More than that, he speaks for the voice of the heart of the Mayab, and those gifted with having heard him, grow with him know, he is the voice of the spirit of the Mayan legacy, and thanks to him we know what the Maya speak of.
This is no invention, it's what is happening right now. As I watched his photo and thought about our coming encounter, in my mind came today's nawal message. Must we mention that eleven death is Marzo's Nawal date, but that is intimate, please don't spread the word. I wasn't' thinking of this precise fact, something I would easily remember or think of if I thought about a specific future day combination, but many times I don't. I rather come it like this, by surprise. This cycle I didn't notice until I'm in it, surfing this nawal.
We've had little space to speak and develop further on the readings this trecena, it seems to me like that, every day has given me so much to say and I don't get the time and dedication to say it all, and must be like that. The study will continue on the next repeating cycle. Today I understand how important and significant this trecena is. We have failed, hurt ourselves, and hurt others. We can't pretend we're doing it right, we aren't. The few live and brave ones are trying. The rest who aren't, are a problem. Like always, the circle and these words are for those who are.
Love is like a heart, and hearts are alive, because being alive means that it is temporary, that it can and will die. That is true for everything alive, our lives, our loves and experiences. They die but the love doesn't, the soul stays, whatever we choose to remember, remains with us. Whatever we chose to make that deserves remembering, will be our soul that remains after our moment to die comes. So much to keep in mind and that this nawal would probably share if we grant it through stillness, lets flee with this sole message regarding life, love, and our relationships, that I can feel Marzo's spirit embodying perfectly and having his voice.
Once we've failed, meaning, as we age into a cycle in our lives where we have experience, how we experience love and life becomes a choice. The past can take a new meaning. We can remain hurt, because yes they've failed us, and so we are a survivor of the wrong that got us. Or, we choose to see it as love, a love story where we are no longer hurt, we love it as it came. Embodying this may take a while, and for that, listening to the Maya will help.
Citando a Julian Katari del 16/08/2026, 10:08 amIntangible.
Valuable meat is placed upon the grill by the seductive serpent, everyone feasting until the creature is stripped bare to the bone. At this threshold, material food is gone; what remains is something far more enduring, symbolic, and intangible. Stepping into today's nawal, we arrive at the profound realization that follows the rush to commercialize everything: not everything can be sold, and not everything is for sale.
Certain sacred elements, like water, cannot truly be owned, bought, commodified, or even "consumed" in transactional terms. We rely on it, we are sustained by it, and it holds an incalculable, intangible worth. Yet within our current mode of existence, we act as though determined to sever that very life source, threatening our own survival in the process. When a community clear-cuts its sacred land so industrial farms and short-sighted commerce can provide temporary survival within a broken system, they trade away their water. Consequently, a once-lush forest and its people are forced to endure a desert of their own making, their immediate profits proven hollow and fleeting.
Failing to perceive the sacred value of what is intangible—the silent, life-supporting systems that underwrite all tangible existence—inevitably leads toward collapse. Attempting to reduce the cosmos to transactional equations, seeking to quantify and monetize every breath, is not true understanding; it is a profound blindness that erases the living reality of spirit. Spirit is the foundational bone of this living organism in which we operate. Ignoring this sacred skeletal frame is an invitation to our own erasure, delivering ourselves directly into the jaws of a predator seeking meat without reverence for the bone.
Today's nawal strips reality down to its absolute essence, drawing a hard boundary where consumption, over-analysis, and commodification must end. It delivers the stark medicine we all occasionally require: a moment where mortality confronts us directly, demanding that we acknowledge what is eternal. Spirit is here, undeniable and sovereign, and it cannot be ignored.
Kemee (Death) represents death, rebirth, transformation, ancestral memory, the spirit world, and the unshakeable foundation of existence. Kame is the nawal of the ancestors, spiritual discernment, the cycle of endings and renewals, and the timeless bone that outlasts all fleshly desires. Paired with the dynamic, catalytic frequency of the Number 11—the energy of excess, resolution through tension, sudden spiritual intervention, and the purging of obsolete structures—this sign strips away material illusions to reveal the immortal core.
To embody 11 Kame is to honor the intangible, release the compulsion to monetize your soul, and bow before the sacred limits of nature and spirit. Occupying the eleventh position of the Ajmaq trecena, this energy demands that you confront what has been over-consumed or exploited in your life. Strip away the superficial, pay reverence to the ancestors and the unseen forces that sustain you, and stand firm in the timeless, indestructible truth of who you are.
Intangible.
Valuable meat is placed upon the grill by the seductive serpent, everyone feasting until the creature is stripped bare to the bone. At this threshold, material food is gone; what remains is something far more enduring, symbolic, and intangible. Stepping into today's nawal, we arrive at the profound realization that follows the rush to commercialize everything: not everything can be sold, and not everything is for sale.
Certain sacred elements, like water, cannot truly be owned, bought, commodified, or even "consumed" in transactional terms. We rely on it, we are sustained by it, and it holds an incalculable, intangible worth. Yet within our current mode of existence, we act as though determined to sever that very life source, threatening our own survival in the process. When a community clear-cuts its sacred land so industrial farms and short-sighted commerce can provide temporary survival within a broken system, they trade away their water. Consequently, a once-lush forest and its people are forced to endure a desert of their own making, their immediate profits proven hollow and fleeting.
Failing to perceive the sacred value of what is intangible—the silent, life-supporting systems that underwrite all tangible existence—inevitably leads toward collapse. Attempting to reduce the cosmos to transactional equations, seeking to quantify and monetize every breath, is not true understanding; it is a profound blindness that erases the living reality of spirit. Spirit is the foundational bone of this living organism in which we operate. Ignoring this sacred skeletal frame is an invitation to our own erasure, delivering ourselves directly into the jaws of a predator seeking meat without reverence for the bone.
Today's nawal strips reality down to its absolute essence, drawing a hard boundary where consumption, over-analysis, and commodification must end. It delivers the stark medicine we all occasionally require: a moment where mortality confronts us directly, demanding that we acknowledge what is eternal. Spirit is here, undeniable and sovereign, and it cannot be ignored.
Kemee (Death) represents death, rebirth, transformation, ancestral memory, the spirit world, and the unshakeable foundation of existence. Kame is the nawal of the ancestors, spiritual discernment, the cycle of endings and renewals, and the timeless bone that outlasts all fleshly desires. Paired with the dynamic, catalytic frequency of the Number 11—the energy of excess, resolution through tension, sudden spiritual intervention, and the purging of obsolete structures—this sign strips away material illusions to reveal the immortal core.
To embody 11 Kame is to honor the intangible, release the compulsion to monetize your soul, and bow before the sacred limits of nature and spirit. Occupying the eleventh position of the Ajmaq trecena, this energy demands that you confront what has been over-consumed or exploited in your life. Strip away the superficial, pay reverence to the ancestors and the unseen forces that sustain you, and stand firm in the timeless, indestructible truth of who you are.