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Reading for the trecena of Jun B’aatz

Infinity is something very hard to comprehend, so much so that we don’t ever really take it into account in our calculations or our perception of how the universe is. A cosmology based on what can be seen and proven is helpful, but it won’t ever be really an ontology. How can we dare to know and comprehend something when we know we can’t see it all and there is something beyond? That’s why a vision-based, instrument-proven universe isn’t the universe we live in; it’s only a description of it, and a limited one. B’aatz has a different approach. There is an invisible, infinite thread, which doesn’t really matter, and then there is a visible thread, visible in the sense of that it can be known, felt, and/or imagined, not that it emits light within the human visible spectrum. This thread is unwound from the darkness of infinity into the finite, which is far more extensive than what our awareness can perceive, and even less what we can describe. As far as we can describe it and transmit congruently in one language the continuity of this thread, we will be able to make it look somewhat as if it was lineal, like time.

If we dive into a piece of this thread, zoom into it, we will see that it is composed of many threads, where different ones are in different languages, different energies, nawals, codes, and descriptions compose it. Like any real thread used for clothing in our lives, all threads are composed of smaller ones; all threads are fabrics. Being zoomed in, a fabric can look like a mess, and our ability to understand it is how our perception finds the different threads and the intrinsic order of the fabric, leading to a better understanding of how the thread composes the mesh. A materialist description of the world, which we must say is the starting point of the scientific description of the world (where now it unavoidably extends far beyond materialism), starts from a spatial, third-dimensional point of view—quite natural—and premises that what we can see is what exists—the light from the sources, and the light bouncing off surfaces—and that what we dream, imagine, and think is simply not real; it’s all in our head. Since all this universe that can be perceived doesn’t occupy any space, it can’t be reflected or measured by anything that does, so it’s simply checked off as “imaginary,” as a synonym of “non-existent” or “not real.” Real science, as in “being honest,” has had to let go of this and start postulating theories (and will be forever imprisoned as “theories” since it will hardly find ways to “measure with a machine” or “third party” what it postulates). Being honest is hardly going anywhere in a world (our artificial created society) that has been shaped by the forces of dishonesty. Let’s face it, we cannot live in a spatial-only way of thinking, or universe, because we don’t. We need to talk about light and darkness in a metaphorical sense and ground ourselves to the hard truth that metaphor is all there is; what’s literal is just the shiny surface of it.

Luckily, even language—if we allow metaphor—allows us to share some congruency that extends beyond a spatial-only reality through words like these, where common sense and an honest quest of truth are solid, real factors that can get us somewhere. Where are we going? As far as we know, in our present, we are to find the light within all the darkness. We need for this a third level of metaphor for light and darkness. Knowledge and nescience being the second, the third one is being in love, with love, from truth, and not in the darkness of this very solid and extensive artifice of civilization we have been trapped by, and which uses darkness—taking us away from love and truth—as its means to exist and be the false light. Fear, envy, addiction, and apathy, the four enemies of the Toltec warrior we will start covering very soon in the Toltec training, are the means through which this system of darkness contains and sustains you; it keeps you in it without being able to see anything beyond it.

Let’s zoom out and understand that everything is made of the same stuff. From far, the fabric is just a thread that is being pulled out by this phenomena we experience as life/time. From this perspective, I’m not sharing anything new; I have nothing new to share, this is just the same stuff. But zooming in, this stuff can be ordered in another way. The threads can be detangled, the fabric unwoven, and we as creators have the power to wind them in a different way, and at this scale, create something completely new.

This coming trecena can bring a lot of light to our lives through shining love and acceptance to the artifice of the times we are living in. This means that we need to allow ourselves to be more honest and honestly see where we are wrong, and what is wrong. The perspective of “it’s all just an illusion” which is the same as “we’re all fucked anyway” can be helpful where within this false accepted darkness we are able to have fun and not fall into the pits of honestly feeling the temperature of how fucked it honestly is, and we honestly are. The reference of an idyllic time far in the past or far in the future won’t be helpful on the emotional level. We should much rather enjoy the immersion into the depths of the adventure we’ve fallen into. If you want to make sense of this, it’s not an adventure until you take it as such, and the adventure is getting out of the darkness; the only fun then is—sure playing the game—but really, be honest, it’s also winning it.

I will allow myself starting this new cycle to turn up the heat in how much I allow myself to love those who lovingly come and read these words. And this heat will be honesty, and a quest for deeper insight. This will translate to shining the light into the dark corners of the created artifice, and this will cause detachment. It leads inevitably to either detaching from that darkness, finally getting free from it, or detaching from the light that is causing the detachment, which I will warn, if it’s not me, or this circle of medicine, it will be something or someone else. Let’s get started by unveiling how I do prophecy. The last trecena was about that, and the answer to what is coming is challenge. With this new trecena this should continue, as, well, challenge won’t be over until we get over this created artifice, and that will take a few whole cycles more to achieve. So you see a prophecy is not about what is coming. The foolish prophet is the one that rejoices in telling you “I told you so.” That’s all an illusion, like time. If you see this, then nothing new is being wound, just the same shit recycled. Prophecy is diagnostic, allowing yourself to understand the intricacies of what is present, accepting the change that is already here; and knowing that we can be part of it by choice, and if you choose (here’s the real challenge), you allow yourself (for we are artificially kidnapped from this allowance) to be part of that creation, of that change. There is no fate, only choice, we just need to see far enough ahead and inside to know that and consciously choose. Which means act. Create. Play. Experiment. A new creation, one that includes you, has definitely no known consequence. This of course you fear, because you haven’t been doing Toltec training; you much rather repeat known mantras. There is nothing we fear more than fucking it up (again), so we stick to known recipes and songs that we know are good. We believe there is something out there better than what we can make, and really, there isn’t.

Skillful play says use them recipes and songs, play them, but make changes, adapt them—sacrilege!—to what you know or think you know will get you closer to a more loving state, further away from the darkness of the artifice. Or better yet, start something completely new, jump into the unknown, allow yourself to experiment.

P.S. Beware of getting tangled by the many threads of the fabric of the artifice that is being unwoven (meaning, commenting and speaking about all the stuff that is and will be happening). Remember that time is attention, and attention is creation. If you find yourself doing this, take it as a diagnostic that you are not creating enough of something new.