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6 I'x
Citando a Julian Katari del 22/03/2025, 11:21 pm
Silent roar
We all have it, some habit, situation, disbalance, fanatism, lack, excess, something that makes our body unwell. This keeps growing with the years and while we may overcome some and many, others show up and few simply don't go away. They can be holy, like work. We like it, feeds our children, brings food, love and light to the world, yet it costs the body. Silently it screams for rest, for change, and instead of attending the calling, we go on, we silence it, mantralize it, make it our strength. It was meant to be that way says the jaguar.
Silent roar
We all have it, some habit, situation, disbalance, fanatism, lack, excess, something that makes our body unwell. This keeps growing with the years and while we may overcome some and many, others show up and few simply don't go away. They can be holy, like work. We like it, feeds our children, brings food, love and light to the world, yet it costs the body. Silently it screams for rest, for change, and instead of attending the calling, we go on, we silence it, mantralize it, make it our strength. It was meant to be that way says the jaguar.
Citando a Julian Katari del 07/12/2025, 5:22 pmWisdom.
Last night as I was walking out on town I saw some foreign friends, one form Canada, the other from Hungary and the third from Poland, sitting in a very beautiful a la mode bar I recently learned and was tinkled about but hadn't had the chance to visit, and chose to join them. Surrounded by the loud buzzles of the cliche joint, as it filled with people, I got into a atypical deep intellectual conversation with my Canadian friend who happens to be very knowledgeful, smart and informed. It wasn't the first time we've engaged in nerdish speak, and already he had become very relevant to me to understand how an intelligent and awake soul from the northern winter lands thinks like today. He serves as an example to me of how having the best information in this modern world, and being able to discern what is true and what isn't, is still not enough to transcend the imprisoning mental structures imposed on us by our current evolutionary process. Having gathered and meditated on our previous philosophical conversations and in this occasion finally able to confront him to explain in further detail his conception and worldview, I think, while taking a leak, that I solved what I thought could be some sort of eternal conflict.
In the surge of consciousness being included in western scientific research and this becoming the new wave of transformation of the materialistic paradigm and its colonial legacy, a controversial hypothesis has been put out there by some very serious and intellectually sound individuals. It is the theory that everything is information and hence we live in a type of "computer" simulation. According to the interview I watched to the writer of this theory, it solves what in other theorems seemed to be unsolvable disputes between consciousness, theology, quantum physics and cosmology.
My Canadian friend seems to be a good "believer" and "practitioner" of this paradigm, and so I study how it serves him as a living human being. It turns out, as he expressed it, that he feels trapped by a reality that is like a jail to the soul. This curiously mimics the same epistemological paradigm that I have always in a way criticized and confronted that comes from a monotheistic legacy of a spirit to body dichotomy, the separatist dualism. It's the same product, rebranded. Coming back from the loo I engaged further into the subject with my friend and was at this point that he expressed how this worldview makes him feel. It took me a few seconds to come up with the word, as I drew it not from the back of my head, not from my informed, intellectual neural pathways, but from somewhere that is more alive and true. I said to him: this is a worldview, and it leaves you with no agency.
What it means is that if we believe that everything is a "computer simulation" or a "fixed matrix" a "field of information", there is no room for an actual life. What is life? Having agency. Agency involves the possibility that not everything is pre-ordained and that we are trapped within fixed, solid neural fields. Not being able to develop this further with my friend in the bar, I choose to do so, briefly, here. Being trapped by matter is just a belief, like everything really is. Having agency is allowing yourself to believe in something that services you, where you have freedom of choice, and where what you think is impossible, is only a thought, only a belief. What you think is an immutable reality, is not, the immutability is created only by your mind. The potty enlightened me with the vision. Yes, there are structures and no, we are not just souls flowing through a sea of consciousness where we can shift into where our intent guides us to. Not for now. Yes we are "kind of" trapped momentarily by this moment, this life, with its body and earth that carries it as a vessel. But us knowing this is finite (we can agree that the body dying is a fact) means that we know of a before and after, a beyond. We can rest assured that this "trap" of being alive is only temporary, and if you are wise and expansive enough, you might just see it as an opportunity instead of a burden.
We are living the constant encounter between a limited and limiting materiality, and an unlimited creative infinity of consciousness and spirit. The complex thing to bear is this complimentary (not dichotomic) dualism, this clash of the fire and the water. At that moment, with my rod of sagacity in my hand, I knew I had just downloaded today's nawals wisdom. This is surely not new, it has been thought of and solved by philosophers of all cultures in the past, but maybe with a slightly different context and language. Enter the female realm, where nothing is really new, nothing is really unknown.
Wisdom.
Last night as I was walking out on town I saw some foreign friends, one form Canada, the other from Hungary and the third from Poland, sitting in a very beautiful a la mode bar I recently learned and was tinkled about but hadn't had the chance to visit, and chose to join them. Surrounded by the loud buzzles of the cliche joint, as it filled with people, I got into a atypical deep intellectual conversation with my Canadian friend who happens to be very knowledgeful, smart and informed. It wasn't the first time we've engaged in nerdish speak, and already he had become very relevant to me to understand how an intelligent and awake soul from the northern winter lands thinks like today. He serves as an example to me of how having the best information in this modern world, and being able to discern what is true and what isn't, is still not enough to transcend the imprisoning mental structures imposed on us by our current evolutionary process. Having gathered and meditated on our previous philosophical conversations and in this occasion finally able to confront him to explain in further detail his conception and worldview, I think, while taking a leak, that I solved what I thought could be some sort of eternal conflict.
In the surge of consciousness being included in western scientific research and this becoming the new wave of transformation of the materialistic paradigm and its colonial legacy, a controversial hypothesis has been put out there by some very serious and intellectually sound individuals. It is the theory that everything is information and hence we live in a type of "computer" simulation. According to the interview I watched to the writer of this theory, it solves what in other theorems seemed to be unsolvable disputes between consciousness, theology, quantum physics and cosmology.
My Canadian friend seems to be a good "believer" and "practitioner" of this paradigm, and so I study how it serves him as a living human being. It turns out, as he expressed it, that he feels trapped by a reality that is like a jail to the soul. This curiously mimics the same epistemological paradigm that I have always in a way criticized and confronted that comes from a monotheistic legacy of a spirit to body dichotomy, the separatist dualism. It's the same product, rebranded. Coming back from the loo I engaged further into the subject with my friend and was at this point that he expressed how this worldview makes him feel. It took me a few seconds to come up with the word, as I drew it not from the back of my head, not from my informed, intellectual neural pathways, but from somewhere that is more alive and true. I said to him: this is a worldview, and it leaves you with no agency.
What it means is that if we believe that everything is a "computer simulation" or a "fixed matrix" a "field of information", there is no room for an actual life. What is life? Having agency. Agency involves the possibility that not everything is pre-ordained and that we are trapped within fixed, solid neural fields. Not being able to develop this further with my friend in the bar, I choose to do so, briefly, here. Being trapped by matter is just a belief, like everything really is. Having agency is allowing yourself to believe in something that services you, where you have freedom of choice, and where what you think is impossible, is only a thought, only a belief. What you think is an immutable reality, is not, the immutability is created only by your mind. The potty enlightened me with the vision. Yes, there are structures and no, we are not just souls flowing through a sea of consciousness where we can shift into where our intent guides us to. Not for now. Yes we are "kind of" trapped momentarily by this moment, this life, with its body and earth that carries it as a vessel. But us knowing this is finite (we can agree that the body dying is a fact) means that we know of a before and after, a beyond. We can rest assured that this "trap" of being alive is only temporary, and if you are wise and expansive enough, you might just see it as an opportunity instead of a burden.
We are living the constant encounter between a limited and limiting materiality, and an unlimited creative infinity of consciousness and spirit. The complex thing to bear is this complimentary (not dichotomic) dualism, this clash of the fire and the water. At that moment, with my rod of sagacity in my hand, I knew I had just downloaded today's nawals wisdom. This is surely not new, it has been thought of and solved by philosophers of all cultures in the past, but maybe with a slightly different context and language. Enter the female realm, where nothing is really new, nothing is really unknown.
Citando a Julian Katari del 24/08/2026, 2:30 pmCharacter.
The upright pillars of guidance rise skyward to construct the necessary vision of the unseen. It is not an illusion; it is the needle steering the vertical warp of everything woven into earthly existence. Those lengthwise strings descend carrying the blueprint of the intended textile. Yet to bind it into a tangible, durable reality, a weft is essential—the horizontal thread that crosses perpendicular to the warp, weaving over and under, partly concealed, binding the vertical ideal into what is solid, present, and real.
At every stage along the journey toward our destination, we do not encounter a destructive enemy, but a perpendicular current: a force that shifts our vantage point by ninety degrees to examine the whole from an unexpected angle. This is the grounded, receptive, and piercing feminine power embodied by today's nawal—a force that builds within us an indispensable quality: authentic character.
It might appear simpler to pursue frictionless alignment, hoping to glide unobstructed as an empty instrument of pure divine intent. Yet that is precisely where the archetype of the savior collapses. The pristine guide or detached avatar remains an incomplete ideal; no external savior will descend to redeem us from our human complexity. We see this plainly within our own lives: we may possess vast intellectual understanding, yet find ourselves unable to mechanically execute it. What intervenes is not failure, but our inner nature—our character.
Honoring this subterranean layer of the self—that dry, sharp voice that punctures naive idealism and exposes the fragile points of any grand design—is essential work. Far from being merely cynical, it is our earthbound jaguar hunting the soaring bird of pure concepts, grounding lofty ideas so they can serve as practical sustenance. The jaguar understands that existence is neither linear nor easily tamed. Embodying the sacred is achieved not through passive compliance, but through deep, visceral integration: testing, probing, and evaluating through an instinctive, quiet, non-intellectual knowing. This is the sanctuary of character—a silent guardian that keeps our feet planted firmly on the earth.
Iʼx (Feminine/Jaguar) represents the jaguar, Mother Earth, sacred feminine mystery, terrestrial altars, night vision, hidden strength, and primal vitality. Iʼx is the nawal of natural sanctuaries, deep contemplation, non-verbal intelligence, and the unseen currents of the earth. Paired with the stabilizing, harmonious, and multi-directional frequency of the Number 6—the energy of physical balance, the six directions (four cardinal points plus above and below), family roots, and structural integration—this sign weaves vertical aspiration into grounded, resilient form.
To embody 6 Iʼx is to trust your instinctual wisdom, cultivate unapologetic depth, and let your character cross the threads of idealism to weave a real life. Occupying the sixth position of the Tooj trecena, this energy calls you to honor the quiet jaguar within. Step off the pedestal of rigid perfection, embrace the friction that builds true substance, and let your grounded integrity anchor your sacred work in the living world.
Character.
The upright pillars of guidance rise skyward to construct the necessary vision of the unseen. It is not an illusion; it is the needle steering the vertical warp of everything woven into earthly existence. Those lengthwise strings descend carrying the blueprint of the intended textile. Yet to bind it into a tangible, durable reality, a weft is essential—the horizontal thread that crosses perpendicular to the warp, weaving over and under, partly concealed, binding the vertical ideal into what is solid, present, and real.
At every stage along the journey toward our destination, we do not encounter a destructive enemy, but a perpendicular current: a force that shifts our vantage point by ninety degrees to examine the whole from an unexpected angle. This is the grounded, receptive, and piercing feminine power embodied by today's nawal—a force that builds within us an indispensable quality: authentic character.
It might appear simpler to pursue frictionless alignment, hoping to glide unobstructed as an empty instrument of pure divine intent. Yet that is precisely where the archetype of the savior collapses. The pristine guide or detached avatar remains an incomplete ideal; no external savior will descend to redeem us from our human complexity. We see this plainly within our own lives: we may possess vast intellectual understanding, yet find ourselves unable to mechanically execute it. What intervenes is not failure, but our inner nature—our character.
Honoring this subterranean layer of the self—that dry, sharp voice that punctures naive idealism and exposes the fragile points of any grand design—is essential work. Far from being merely cynical, it is our earthbound jaguar hunting the soaring bird of pure concepts, grounding lofty ideas so they can serve as practical sustenance. The jaguar understands that existence is neither linear nor easily tamed. Embodying the sacred is achieved not through passive compliance, but through deep, visceral integration: testing, probing, and evaluating through an instinctive, quiet, non-intellectual knowing. This is the sanctuary of character—a silent guardian that keeps our feet planted firmly on the earth.
Iʼx (Feminine/Jaguar) represents the jaguar, Mother Earth, sacred feminine mystery, terrestrial altars, night vision, hidden strength, and primal vitality. Iʼx is the nawal of natural sanctuaries, deep contemplation, non-verbal intelligence, and the unseen currents of the earth. Paired with the stabilizing, harmonious, and multi-directional frequency of the Number 6—the energy of physical balance, the six directions (four cardinal points plus above and below), family roots, and structural integration—this sign weaves vertical aspiration into grounded, resilient form.
To embody 6 Iʼx is to trust your instinctual wisdom, cultivate unapologetic depth, and let your character cross the threads of idealism to weave a real life. Occupying the sixth position of the Tooj trecena, this energy calls you to honor the quiet jaguar within. Step off the pedestal of rigid perfection, embrace the friction that builds true substance, and let your grounded integrity anchor your sacred work in the living world.