16 August 2025 - Saturday The Fire That Remembers the Land - Part 2 A Ceremony of Perception, Memory, and Renewal within Kimoon K’uxlaal

16 August 2025 - Saturday

The Fire That Remembers the Land - Part 2

A Ceremony of Perception, Memory,

and Renewal within Kimoon K’uxlaal

“I Carry the Mountain in My Breath”

A Ceremonial Introduction to Living Within Two Lands

from the Earth Remembers Series

The Fire That Remembers the Land

A Poetic Ceremonial Story of Conrad,

Nab’eysiil, Keeper of the Bundle of the Martin

I stand as Conrad,

Nab’eysiil —

keeper of the Bundle of the Martin,

woven into the heart within light

that remembers the way of the Fire.

I have not been initiated into the ceremonial act

of striking flame to earth,

of walking the path that begins a new burning

so the land may be renewed.

My last nine years have been another journey:

to live inside the weaving of my light

with the light of the heart within the land,

to listen to the ancient breathing of Fire

as it waits to be remembered.

In the ceremony I call

The Fire That Remembers the Land —

A Ceremony of Perception, Memory, and Renewal within Kimoon K’uxlaal,

I have learned to be storied by the earth.

Rain, floods, clouds, volcanoes,

earthquakes, forests,

each has whispered its cellular light to me.

Each has opened the dialogue of the Three Voices:

Voice 1 — the first cry, the tangle, the fear,

the grasping for answers that are not ready to be given.

The Heart within Voice 1 — the small ember glowing in the ash,

the one that knows the light has never left.

Voice 2 — the light rising from that ember,

growing not as a concept,

but as a living presence,

choosing to participate in the mystery

of the unknown possibilities as the sacred wholeness that arrives

when many hearts are woven into one

Voice 3 — the living sacred wholeness that arrives

when many hearts are lived as the one,

this is the voice I bring into ceremony.

I do not stand above the fire.

I stand inside it.

Naked to its heat,

willing to be shaped by its mystery.

In each challenge — in the land, in the people, in my own body —

I enter the weaving that recenters life

into the wholeness of possibility

for this moment in time.

I lay the heart’s heat into the ground

so the seed may sprout,

so the flowering may come for the next seven generations.

For in our way, the Fire is not only destruction.

It is relationship.

It is the ancient gardener

that knows when to step into the forest,

when to clear,

when to open the soil

so the hidden seeds may breathe again.

It is the great restorer of biodiversity —

calling forth new harvests for humans,

new growth for animals,

new strength for soil and roots and streams.

And so I remember

within my Voice 3 as I enter into ceremony,

the remembering and communicating with each one of these “heart within” parts

is important as Pyrodiversity is weaved within biodiversity.

The many forms of fire

nourish the many forms of life.

Pyrodiversity refers to the variation in fire regimes

(frequency, intensity, size, and other characteristics)

and their ecological effects

across a landscape over time.

The heart within the land.

The heart within the soil.

The heart within the water.

The heart within the clouds, the sun, the moon.

The heart within the animals.

The heart within the buildings.

The heart within the humans.

The heart within human possessions.

The heart within the crops.

The heart within the forests.

The heart within the Fire.

All these are kin.

All these are threads.

And in the weaving of Kimoon K’uxlaal,

none are left behind.

The fire that the land once knew —

not as enemy,

but as caretaker —

is still here,

walking in the unseen layers of the forest’s memory.

It moves in the way the soil smells after rain.

It moves in the way the wind bends toward the east

when the season calls.

It moves in the quiet pact between seed and flame.

So when fire comes —

by human hand,

by lightning’s strike,

or by the whisper of the ancestors —

I remember that it is never just one story.

It is the joining of all stories,

the opening of a possibility

that is larger than any single cause or wound.

I offer my remembering into this fire,

that it may fulfill its largest purpose:

to restore wholeness for all.

I watch as the heart within light

seeds, sprouts, emerges,

and flowers toward the future.

I feel the renewal move through land and water,

through animals and crops,

through humans and forests,

through the very breath of the earth.

This is my work as Nab’eysiil:

to walk with the Bundle of the Martin,

to carry the inner light of love

into each burning ground,

to stand with the fire in its remembering,

and to weave the many hearts

into the One Heart

that will guide the next seven generations

into the wholeness of life.

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