Conrad SatalaAugust 10, 2025

10 August 2025 - Sunday Nawal Mosbel Joloom Sweeper of the Skull, Liberator of Memory Perceiving the Political Challenges of Today - Part 2

Conrad SatalaAugust 10, 2025

10 August 2025 - Sunday

Nawal Mosbel Joloom

Sweeper of the Skull, Liberator of Memory

Perceiving the Political Challenges of Today - Part 2

“I Carry the Mountain in My Breath”

A Ceremonial Introduction to Living Within Two Lands

from the Earth Remembers Series

The First Weaving of Light - A Receiving of Kimoon K’uxlaal

This image above, of the inner cellular light

is a sacred reflection of Kimoon K’uxlaal —

the great weaving of many into the One Heart.

Focus of this image is “Nawal Mosbel Joloom Sweeper of the Skull, Liberator of Memory - A Living Weaving within Kimoon K’uxlaal — The Weaving of Many into One Heart”

Receive the breath within your skull emerging into a flowing softness.

Receive the light behind your eyes as being gentle.

Receive the memory of who you are

Through the flow of the light within kindness.

Open to Receive the inner cellular light of the Heart Within your center chest area of your body,

with the Heart Within the Seven Sacred Landscapes

of the Tz’utujiil Maya world:

• The Three Volcanoes

• The Lake

• The Forest of Trees

• The Cornfields

• The Spirit of the Moonflower

• The Cloud Forest

• The Mountains

And it is the weaving of both of these

into the Heart Within Voice 1 —

the quiet place beneath the pain, the ache, the suffering.

The part of Voice 1 that is still willing to receive light.

This is the first wave of weaving:

It begins not with thought, but with a simple act of asking to receive. Where we can begins to feel within our cellular light can be weaved within the Light within the Heart of the Land that holds our inner light for the Renewal of our justified anger.

Place your hand gently over your heart.

Let the skin feel the warmth of your own presence.

Breathe.

And whisper this from the inside:

“Heart Within me,

I am ready to receive

the cellular light

of these sacred landscapes.

Let your weaving come into me.

Let your light be known in my bones.

I welcome the light of the land

into the heart of my body.”

Speak it once.

Then rest.

Rest in the quiet knowing

that the weaving has already begun.

That the light from the Lake,

the breath from the Cloud Forest,

the deep stillness of the Mountains,

the gentle root of the Cornfields,

the heat of the Volcanoes,

the bloom of the Moonflower,

the standing wisdom of the Trees —

—is already entering and awakening your cells.

This is Kimoon K’uxlaal:

Not an idea, but a living act of being woven.

Of letting the many forms of Heart

gather into one sacred body of light — Yours.

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Opening Blessing

To be spoken as you gently arrive at the House of Francisco Sequel —

The House of the Place of the Nawals

Come as you are.

Come with your aching mind,

your tired thoughts,

your too-full heart.

Come with your questions,

your resistance,

your longing for something more kind.

You are not asked to be ready.

You are only asked to be here.

Breathe.

Place your hand upon your chest.

Feel that you are not separate

from the Light that has always lived inside you.

In this moment,

you are entering a sacred weaving —

a remembering of what already lives

in the center of your being.

Welcome the presence

of Nawal Mosbel Joloom,

the Sweeper of the Skull,

the Liberator of Memory.

Welcome the landscapes of the Tz’utujiil Maya world —

the ancient weavers of perception —

who will walk with you

as you return to your own heart.

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Why I Am Asking You to Explore This

A gentle, personal invitation to the reader or listener

I am offering you this ceremony

not as a teaching,

but as a thread to hold

when the world feels too tangled.

I know how hard it can be to keep breathing

when cruelty is everywhere.

I know how quickly we can feel powerless,

disoriented,

or numb.

I know what it’s like to live in a time

when it feels like the world is breaking

and there is no map for what to do.

This ceremonial weaving is not a solution—

but a remembering.

A remembering

that the way we see the world

can itself become part of the healing.

A remembering

that inside your own skull,

beneath the weight of grief or confusion,

there is still a center of light.

That the landscapes of the Earth

—the volcanoes, the forests, the lakes, the cornfields—

are not outside of you.

They live within you.

They breathe with you.

I am asking you to explore this

because I believe there is

a deeper way to perceive and act—

not to escape the suffering,

but to walk with it

as light is born again through your body.

I ask you to explore this

because I believe your perception matters.

Your breath,

your inner kindness,

your way of seeing—

these things shape the world we live in.

May this ceremonial story help you

reclaim that power from the inside out.Ceremonial Invocation

Opening Whisper

“Nawal Mosbel Joloom —

sweeper of skull,

clearer of memory,

liberate the pathways within me.

Let me walk again

with clarity, with lightness,

with the truth of who I have always been.”

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The House of the Place of the Nawals

There is a house in Santiago Atitlán

where the stones speak.

It is not a house of architecture,

but a house of memory.

A place where the Nawals

breathed themselves into stone

and sang the first names

of the Light that lives within all things.

Each rock, a whisper.

Each altar, a remembering.

Each corner, a door into the body’s own wisdom.

This is the house of Francisco Sequel —

The House of the Place of the Nawals,

where the stones were not placed,

but chosen

by the unseen hands of Light.

They were shaped by the winds of the volcanoes,

the fire of the cornfield roots,

the breath of the forest,

the rain from the cloud forest,

the heart of the lake.

Each stone carries

a single purpose:

to awaken the heart within the cellular light

of anyone who steps inside

with the courage to remember.

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The Arrival of Nawal Mosbel Joloom

And when the moment comes—

when the mind is clouded,

the heart feels lost,

and the path is tangled

with memories that do not belong—

the skull begins to ache,

not from pain,

but from the weight

of forgetting who we are.

This is when Nawal Mosbel Joloom appears.

Not as fear.

Not as force.

But as the sacred sweeper.

The one who clears the pathways

without erasing their truth.

The one who lifts the fog

without denying the storm.

He does not discard what has been.

He loosens it.

Unweaves it.

Releases it

back into the river of light.

With his hand,

he carries the medicine

of Rutunih Maam,

the elder tree who drinks water

from the center of the earth

and offers it

through bamboo-like skin

as living medicine.

Its purple fruit

knows how to soften

the places where thought becomes fear,

and memory becomes prison.

This is not a tree.

It is the wisdom

of the Rilaj Maam,

disguised as fruit-bearing form.

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The Living Weaving of the Rilaj Maam

And in this same breath,

we call upon the Rilaj Maam—

not a being,

but a bundle of Wisdoms

tied together

by the Light of the Unknown Possibilities

within the Great Grandmother’s Fire.

Through the Martin Bundles,

the bones and breath of the ancestors

become fire again.

Not destruction.

But renewal.

Through the Rilaj Maam,

the Light of the Eight Nawals

enters the brain

not with instruction,

but with invitation:

“Dismantle what is old.

Sweep away what no longer serves.

Clear the pathways for new threads of light to flow.”

Nawal Diego Puqlaaj,

Nawal Juan Puqlaaj—

you enter not to destroy,

but to unravel with compassion.

You touch the fibers of the nervous system

not with force,

but with remembering.

“You are not just a body—

you are a woven prayer

held together by the memory of starlight

and the intelligence of the Earth.”

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The Petition of the Heart Within Voice 1

Within the House of the Nawals,

the suffering mind speaks.

It does not hide its pain.

It shouts it.

Voice 1 cries out:

“Why do I forget who I am?

Why do I ache with the weight of confusion?

Why does my heart feel buried

beneath the stones of the world?”

And yet—

the stones themselves whisper back.

“You are not broken.

You are heavy

with the memories

you no longer need to carry.”

And so Voice 1 becomes

the Heart within Voice 1

when it is held with kindness.

When Nawal Mosbel Joloom sweeps the skull,

Voice 1 is not silenced—

it is given new light

to see itself differently.

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The Great Invitation of the Eight Nawals

We now call forth:

• Nawal Diego Kanon and Nawal Juan Kanon,

who shape new pathways of thought

with the architecture of sacred intention.

• Nawal Juan Na’ooj and Nawal Diego Na’ooj,

who call forth the Light of Unknown Possibilities

and awaken the creative rivers

of the brain and soul.

• Yaxper, who tenderly weaves

this new light into the First Fire,

connecting the old flame

to the emerging dawn.

We do not build new minds

with effort alone.

We listen

to the voices of the Light

inside the stones,

the roots,

the water,

and the silence.

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The Living Weavers: Manuel Ukuuy and Kawoq

It is here that

Manuel Ukuuy, the Healer within the Tree,

places his green hand

on the center of our chest.

He says:

“The forest remembers you.

So let yourself be remembered.

Let yourself be rooted again

in the breath of the trees.”

He does not pull the pain from us.

He sings to it.

Until it dissolves.

And Nawal Kawoq,

with the strength of the bundle,

enters the bloodstream.

He does not speak in words.

He speaks in cellular light.

He reawakens the intelligence

of the joints,

the bones,

the breath,

the blood.

The body remembers

that it is not only matter—

it is meaning.

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The Two-Headed Bird and the Secret of Love

High above the altar,

where the threads of all Nawals meet,

the Two-Headed Bird opens its wings.

One head sees the past.

One head sees the future.

But its heart

beats only in the present.

This bird weaves the Secret of Love:

that the heart within the light

is always here.

Inside the stone.

Inside the illness.

Inside the moment we wish would end.

This Love is not a feeling.

It is a function

of remembering.

It is the memory

of being a thread

in a greater weaving.

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Closing Whisper

Nawal Mosbel Joloom,

thank you for the sweeping.

Thank you for the silence that remembers.

I return to who I have always been.

I place my hand on the stone,

not to ask for power—

but to remember that I am

part of this altar.

I, too, am a stone,

shaped by light,

infused with purpose.

Walk gently today.

Each joint you move

is a thread in the fabric of the world.

Let your breath be a loom.

Let your love be the thread.

Let the House of the Nawals

become the house within your own body.

Let the Rilaj Maam

speak through your fingers.

Let the Martin Bundles

sing through your cells.

And when you forget—

let Nawal Mosbel Joloom sweep

the skull of your heart

once again.

So you may walk

in the Light of who you have always been.

Conrad Satala