24 July 2025 - Thursday The Spirit of Toloache A Flower of Inner Kindness Remembering Me Back into One Heart A Poetic Oral Ceremonial Passage of Voice 1, Voice 2

24 July 2025 - Thursday

The Spirit of Toloache

A Flower of Inner Kindness Remembering Me Back into One Heart

A Poetic Oral Ceremonial Passage of Voice 1, Voice 2, and the Weaving of the Many into the One Heart - Part 8b

“I Carry the Mountain in My Breath”

A Ceremonial Introduction to Living Within Two Lands

from the Earth Remembers Series

This poetic ceremonial passage: “The Spirit of Toloache: A Flower of the Woven Unknown” from the perspective of the emergence of inner kindness. By receiving the Presence of its inner Heart Light, inner kindness can assist me to experience my unique form and shape of my inner heart light.

Exploring how inner kindness can support the emergence of my Voice 1 inner heart from the thoughts, emotions, and feelings in my mind of the many non-kindness actions I think, feel, communicate and live within myself and towards other people, actions, behaviors in the outer world around me. This weaving allows the emergence of my Voice 2 ability in living life within the many parts within me and around me into One Heart, supporting my inner and outer relationships of kindness. Even when I perceive the unfairness and the cruelty of political and nonpolitical actions against humanity and Nature.

This is at the heart of who I am and this is my purpose of being alive and aware of the sufferings at this time in human history,

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The Spirit of Toloache

A Flower of Inner Kindness Remembering Me Back into One Heart

A Poetic Oral Ceremonial Passage of Voice 1, Voice 2, and the Weaving of the Many into the One Heart

Toloache does not bloom to be admired.

She blooms to be received.

She does not reveal her light in the brightness of day,

but offers herself in the quiet folds of dusk,

when the body grows still enough

to remember what it once knew

before it forgot how to be kind

to itself.

Toloache comes not with loud color,

but with a gentle inner radiance —

a Heart Light that can only be seen

when my own inner kindness

begins to turn inward

toward the places I once abandoned.

She teaches me that I am not wrong

for having pain.

I am not broken

because I struggle to see clearly

through the fog of despair.

I am simply a human

in the act of remembering

how to be kind to my own suffering.

She stands as a companion

to the aching parts of me that live in Voice 1 —

where I judge myself for not healing faster,

where I punish myself for being overwhelmed,

where I believe the lie

that nothing will ever change.

And yet —

she does not try to fix me.

She does not ask me to rise.

She only asks me to sit beside her

and receive the Presence of her Heart Light

until my own heart begins to stir

with a forgotten warmth

I once called hope.

This, she says,

inner kindness —

Is not a concept, not an idea,

but a living breath,

a soft exhale into the places

I once thought unworthy of love.

When I feel this within me,

I begin to notice:

my thoughts soften.

My words shift.

My gestures toward the world around me

carry less violence,

less urgency,

less of the sharpness

of my own wounding.

Toloache helps me see the shape of my own kindness

as it begins to weave a new thread

through the painful tangle of my Voice 1 mind.

I begin to notice that I can be kind to my fear.

I can be kind to the confusion.

I can be kind to my anger at injustice,

even as I name it for what it is.

This is the sacred task of Voice 2:

Not to erase Voice 1,

but to sit with it —

to bring a small light of warmth

into its coldest corners,

until even the tightest parts of me

begin to soften.

From this softening,

I feel the weaving begin —

a golden thread of cellular light

stretching from the parts of me

that rage, grieve, despair,

to the parts of me

that know how to love,

how to hope,

how to act with gentleness

even when surrounded by cruelty.

This weaving is my belonging.

This is Kimoon K’uxlaal —

the sacred way of the Tz’utujiil Maya,

reminding me that all life

is meant to be lived

in relationship.

When I witness the violence in the world —

the laws that strip away dignity,

the wars that destroy homes,

the wounds carved into Earth and body —

Voice 1 screams:

“This is wrong.”

“There is no hope.”

“Nothing will change.”

And still,

Toloache whispers:

“Bring your inner kindness here.”

“Not to accept injustice,

but to soften the blade

that you turn inward

every time you see suffering.”

Toloache does not remove the pain.

But she reveals my purpose.

To be here, in this time of suffering,

with a heart still capable

of warmth.

With a breath still able

to receive the Presence of Light

from a single flower,

a lake, a mountain, a hand.

This is my reason for being alive:

To remember inner kindness

as the first act of transformation.

To live with the courage

to hold suffering

and still choose

to be a weaver of One Heart.

And so, with the guidance of Toloache,

I begin again —

receiving the light of her spirit

into my heart,

until that light

becomes mine to offer.

Even in the dark.

Especially in the dark.

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The Spirit of Toloache

A Bone-Breathing Ritual for Inner Kindness

in Times of Political Suffering

A Guided Ceremony for Healing Voice 1 into Voice 2 through the Weaving of the Many into One Heart

Spoken from the Great Grandmother’s Light in the Heart of the Flower

Preparation: What You Will Need

• A quiet space where your breath can be heard.

• A small bowl or glass of water (to represent the cellular waters of Toloache).

• A single flower (real or imagined or above picture) to hold the spirit of kindness.

• Your body, as it is — in pain, in strength, in truth.

• Your Voice 1 thoughts and awareness of current political cruelty and global injustice.

• Your breath and your willingness to remember inner kindness.

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Part I: Receiving the Breath of the Flower – Sitting with Voice 1

Begin by sitting with the bowl of water and the flower before you.

Place one hand over your chest, the other over your belly.

Whisper aloud or silently:

“The world is suffering.

My thoughts are fierce.

My pain is heavy.

My hope has been dimmed.

And yet—I am still breathing.”

Now inhale slowly through your nose, and imagine the Spirit of Toloache is entering through the crown of your head.

Let this breath settle deep into your bones.

Hold for 3 seconds.

Then exhale gently through your nose, imagining the breath moving downward into your pelvis, thighs, knees, and feet.

With each breath, speak to your Voice 1:

“You are afraid.

You are angry.

You are hurting.

You are trying to protect something sacred.”

Breathe this three times.

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Part II: Bone-Breathing the Light of Kindness – Welcoming Voice 2

Now rest your awareness in your bones.

Feel your spine, your hips, your knees, your jaw.

Notice where you hold tension when you think of the political suffering in the world.

Say:

“I breathe into my bones.

I invite light to live here again.

I welcome the kindness that still lives in me—

even if it is small.”

Inhale gently, and imagine Toloache’s cellular light entering each bone, like golden mist —

awakening ancestral remembrance.

As you exhale, release a thread of tension.

Repeat with these spoken intentions:

1. “I breathe into the pain I carry for the world.”

2. “I soften the sharp edges of my blame and my despair.”

3. “I receive the seed of kindness, even in this sorrow.”

Rest here for 5 full bone-breaths.

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Part III: The Emergence of Hope – Weaving the Many into One Heart

Now, take the bowl of water in your hands.

Gaze into it gently, as if seeing the world inside.

Say:

“This water holds the reflection of the world.

But also the reflection of me.

And also the reflection of the unknown possibilities

that have not yet emerged.”

Inhale deeply.

Feel the Spirit of the Great Grandmother’s Light weaving your inner kindness

into a new pattern of courage.

Of action.

Of beauty.

Speak aloud:

“Voice 1, I honor your alert.

You show me the pain of injustice.

But I choose to respond from the light of my bones.”

“Voice 2, you are here.

You are wordless kindness.

You are the soft ember that does not go out.”

Now slowly pour a drop of the water on your chest.

Let it be a blessing.

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Part IV: Daily Practice for Courage and Kindness in Action

End this ritual with these three daily actions:

1. One Kind Thought

Toward yourself. Especially when you feel overwhelmed by the cruelty in the world.

2. One Kind Gesture

For someone or something in your community. Let it be an action that costs nothing but love.

3. One Spoken Truth

From the light of your bones. A word or phrase that affirms what you believe, without adding harm.

Examples:

“I believe in dignity.”

“I believe in care.”

“I believe in the light of the human being.”

Repeat this daily.

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Closing Blessing

“Toloache, flower of mystery,

you remember me into my kindness.

You teach me how to hold suffering

without becoming cruelty.

You awaken in my bones

a courage that speaks with tenderness.

And you weave me—

not away from the world—

but deeper into it,

as One Heart among Many,

walking in Light.”

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The Spirit of Toloache

A Flower of Inner Kindness Remembering Me Back into One Heart

A Poetic Ceremonial Reflection in Words and Images of Light

In the quiet of dawn, a single white bloom opens —

its throat of light turned skyward,

its green-veined stem rising from the Earth’s remembering.

This is the Flower of Toloache.

She is not merely a blossom —

she is the memory of the sacred weaving:

Kimoon K’uxlaal —

the Woven Heart of the Many into the One.

From the Source of the Three Volcanoes

— San Pedro, Atitlán, and Tolimán —

she drinks the morning breath,

and lifts her bell-shaped light toward the unseen.

She reminds me:

“Kindness is a thread not only spoken,

but breathed into the bones.”

Her stem speaks to my spine.

Her leaves mirror my fingers.

Her luminous throat echoes the place in my own chest

where the first breath of life once entered me.

She teaches:

• My Voice 1 — full of pain, anger, and despair at the cruelty of the world —

is still sacred, because it remembers what should never have been broken.

• The Heart within Voice 1 — aching, pulsing with grief —

is the place where I am first asked to offer kindness.

• My Voice 2 — the quiet breath that still believes in beauty —

emerges not in denial,

but through the sacred act of weaving the pain with light.

She asks me to sit.

To breathe with her.

To remember that my inner kindness is the spark of the First Fire,

rubbed gently through my pain, not in spite of it.

From this weaving, she whispers:

“What you do not yet know is already being grown inside you.”

The Spirit of Toloache is the guardian of that Unknown Light.

Not hope as a concept —

but hope as a living, cellular possibility,

growing in the dark of inner soil.

Her message is not loud.

It is a breath.

A vibration.

A remembering.

That I am still being grown.

That I am not alone.

That I am part of the Great Weaving —

where kindness becomes action.

Where the pain I feel for the world becomes

a way of walking that plants seeds of tenderness,

even in the soil of cruelty.

This is not weakness.

This is the sacred force of the One Heart.

And she, the Spirit of Toloache,

blooms to remind me of it each day —

a white bell of remembering,

growing from the Heart of Earth.

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