Smelly shit.
We are today under the shine and freshness of a clear minded, intelligent nawal with grandiose intentions and superb performance. Knowing when to rest and when to act, this croc knows about balance and completion. Having the tree of knowledge within and guided by the quest for justice, this nawal has the wisdom to participate and contribute to the holistic process. The Mayan counts are not a measure of what is visible, they are not a track keeping of the stars, as we would like to think. They are the codes for the pulses of creation, and us time keeper humans are the antennas that resonate those frequencies through this time keeping. Stars then tune to our pulsations, and that is how we bring balance into the universe. Each day in the sacred count process is a step and revolution that mirrors a greater scale trascendental process that we are living through these times. We get to work every day on a piece of the whole that is transforming us. We might not get to do a whole lot with our hands each one of the days, but we get to learn about what is happening in the universe, we are resonating with our consciousness the process, and that makes the wheels turn.
Some might have found this trecena to enhance their skills at staying clean and ordered, keeping their shit together, keeping their head above the water. But we are headed into a night trecena, and just as some politicians or the influential minds and hands of society might think they are putting order and cleaning the house, they are in for a surprise as we are headed to absolute transformation. Two main gods will be guiding humans, the true creator, and the god of karma, which governs the system. Those who have chosen to follow and comply, do as their told and do what everyone does, will find themselves in the quicksand. There is no getting out of this. Those of us who have chosen to at least put one leg outside, will have to deal not just with getting out ourselves, but with actually guiding humanity. We should be tolerant even with ourselves as for all of our efforts to make things right, we are smelling the neighbor's shit and will soon be covered by it. There is not escaping it. Our own mistakes might be drowning us, and we don't understand how we could have missed something so simple, and repeated something so evitable. Humbling to simplicity, to moving slow, to appreciating what is. Smallness tames. Beware of new age magic and manifesting, feeling powerful and arrogant. It might just be distracting you from the simple things you need to be taking care of. Power lies in acting with a new refreshened look of love each second, an open heart that turns the page with each event and situation to surpass what it is capable of; not in reading, praying, chanting and doing spells.
The shit we smell, there is no escaping that. We might just learn to appreciate the aroma and see that this pile of dung we are building, the chaos that is brewing, will be the fertile soil we need to grow the plants we need to reach a state where true justice is made.
Smelly shit.
We are today under the shine and freshness of a clear minded, intelligent nawal with grandiose intentions and superb performance. Knowing when to rest and when to act, this croc knows about balance and completion. Having the tree of knowledge within and guided by the quest for justice, this nawal has the wisdom to participate and contribute to the holistic process. The Mayan counts are not a measure of what is visible, they are not a track keeping of the stars, as we would like to think. They are the codes for the pulses of creation, and us time keeper humans are the antennas that resonate those frequencies through this time keeping. Stars then tune to our pulsations, and that is how we bring balance into the universe. Each day in the sacred count process is a step and revolution that mirrors a greater scale trascendental process that we are living through these times. We get to work every day on a piece of the whole that is transforming us. We might not get to do a whole lot with our hands each one of the days, but we get to learn about what is happening in the universe, we are resonating with our consciousness the process, and that makes the wheels turn.
Some might have found this trecena to enhance their skills at staying clean and ordered, keeping their shit together, keeping their head above the water. But we are headed into a night trecena, and just as some politicians or the influential minds and hands of society might think they are putting order and cleaning the house, they are in for a surprise as we are headed to absolute transformation. Two main gods will be guiding humans, the true creator, and the god of karma, which governs the system. Those who have chosen to follow and comply, do as their told and do what everyone does, will find themselves in the quicksand. There is no getting out of this. Those of us who have chosen to at least put one leg outside, will have to deal not just with getting out ourselves, but with actually guiding humanity. We should be tolerant even with ourselves as for all of our efforts to make things right, we are smelling the neighbor's shit and will soon be covered by it. There is not escaping it. Our own mistakes might be drowning us, and we don't understand how we could have missed something so simple, and repeated something so evitable. Humbling to simplicity, to moving slow, to appreciating what is. Smallness tames. Beware of new age magic and manifesting, feeling powerful and arrogant. It might just be distracting you from the simple things you need to be taking care of. Power lies in acting with a new refreshened look of love each second, an open heart that turns the page with each event and situation to surpass what it is capable of; not in reading, praying, chanting and doing spells.
The shit we smell, there is no escaping that. We might just learn to appreciate the aroma and see that this pile of dung we are building, the chaos that is brewing, will be the fertile soil we need to grow the plants we need to reach a state where true justice is made.
