29 July 2025 - Tuesday The Ceremonial Prologue Walking Through the Fire of Pain with the Six Landscapes Part 11b

29 July 2025 - Tuesday

The Ceremonial Prologue

Walking Through the Fire of Pain with the Six Landscapes

Part 11b

“I Carry the Mountain in My Breath”

A Ceremonial Introduction to Living Within Two Lands

from the Earth Remembers Series

This is my expanded ceremonial prologue,

woven from the threads of Voice 1 —

the voice of pain, doubt, and suffering —

and the gentle ember of my Heart Within Voice 1,

where inner kindness begins to glow.

This weaving follows the path of the Tz’utujiil Maya way of life,

where nothing stands alone,

and every breath is a thread

in the great Kimoon K’uxlaal —

the weaving of many into One Heart,

a remembering that life is always lived in relationship.

Here, I am held by the presence of the Light

Where I began to explore and experience my weaved flow through the six sacred inner landscapes of nature:

the mountains, the lake, the forest of trees,

the cornfields, the cloud forest,

and the three volcanoes — San Pedro, Atitlán, and Tolimán.

Each landscape became a guardian and teacher,

carrying me through the fires of pain,

through the stillness of days when I could not move,

through the ache of my bones and the weight of my heart.

It is in this weaving —

the dialogue between Voice 1 and the Heart within Voice 1,

between my suffering and the presence of light —

that I began to feel the emergence of One Heart.

A heart that is not separate from the landscapes around me,

but formed and sustained by the inner nature of these living beings

and the wisdom of my Tz’utujiil Maya community.

The Ceremonial Prologue

Walking Through the Fire of Pain with the Six Landscapes

This is my poetic oral ceremonial story —

the thread I followed between 2020 and 2022,

when my body was wrapped in pain,

when movement became a struggle,

when my breath was thin,

and Voice 1 in my mind shouted,

“This suffering will never change. You will never get better.”

Each morning I would ask,

“Will I ever heal? Will I ever walk with light again?”

I did not know then that my path

would not be about fighting the pain,

but about weaving with it.

I learned that even suffering can carry threads of light

if we sit with it long enough to hear its true voice.

Through the mystery of inner kindness,

I began to listen more deeply.

I began to feel the Heart Within Voice 1 —

the quiet, wounded voice beneath the noise,

whispering:

“I want to be held, not fixed.

I want to be remembered, not erased.”

And from that tender place,

the presence of my inner fire

rose like a slow, glowing ember.

It called me back to my body,

back to the weaving of my many scattered parts

into the emergence of One Heart.

This One Heart began to shape my inner body

into a living loom,

weaving threads with the landscapes around me

and the ancestral breath of my Tz’utujiil Maya community.

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The Voices of the Six Landscapes

My First Experiences

First - The Mountains — Xak’xool -

owner of the Mountains-  her Sisters

The mountains stood in silence,

their slopes like great backs

that never bowed to shame.

It was not I who walked alone.

The six sacred landscapes of my home

became the guardians and teachers of my healing.

Even when I could not rise from my bed,

they came to me —

in memory, in prayer, in bone-breath.

They whispered:

“We carry our weight with dignity.

You are not less because you carry pain.

You are a mountain, even when you cannot move.”

In my darkest days, I pressed my spine into their stillness

and felt that dignity enter my bones.

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Second - Lake Atitlán

The lake glistened, even when clouds covered her face.

She said:

“Look beneath the surface.

Even when storms churn the waters,

there is a light that does not leave.”

By her shores, I learned to breathe softly,

to accept myself in sickness,

to belong to the water’s quiet love.

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Third - The Forest of Trees — Manuel Ukuuy and his Family

The forest taught me the beauty of standing still.

The trees did not rush.

They did not flee from storms or wind.

They stood — rooted, breathing, growing —

and whispered:

“You are not failing because you cannot move.

Stillness is also sacred motion.”

When I placed my hand on their bark,

I felt their quiet strength enter my aching body.

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Fourth - The Cornfields — The Ancestral Rows

Among the rows of red, yellow, white, and black corn,

I remembered my place.

The corn said:

“Even the smallest stalk belongs to the harvest.

Your broken body still belongs to the circle of life.”

I felt my ancestors walking among those rows,

their voices warm and steady,

reminding me that wholeness is not about perfection —

but about belonging.

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Fifth - The Cloud Forest — The Breath of Mist

The cloud forest showed me how to live in uncertainty.

Pain brought fog —

I did not know what the next hour would hold.

But the mist said:

“You do not need to know.

The path will reveal itself if you stay present.”

Here I learned courage —

not as a battle cry,

but as the soft willingness

to stay inside the unknown.

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Sixth - The Three Volcanoes

San Pedro, Atitlán, Tolimán

When I felt I could no longer continue,

the volcanoes stood around me like three sacred fires.

San Pedro, Atitlán, Tolimán

rubbed my fear against my longing,

my suffering against my breath,

until a spark rose —

the First Fire of Voice 2

emerging from the weaving of my Heart within Voice 1.

Voice 2 did not erase my pain.

It glowed inside it.

It whispered:

“There is still light. Even here.”

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The Weaving of One Heart

This is how I learned to walk again —

not by denying my suffering,

but by weaving light and pain together

until they became something new.

Voice 1 still cries out,

but now the Heart Within Voice 1 holds it gently,

and Voice 2 — the ember of kindness —

warms the cracks of my being.

This is Kimoon K’uxlaal —

the weaving of many into one Heart.

The light does not come after pain.

The light comes through pain.

And this, too, is sacred.

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