Conrad SatalaAugust 17, 2025

17 August 2025 - Sunday The Fire That Remembers the Land - Part 3 A Ceremony of Perception, Memory, and Renewal within Kimoon K’uxlaal

Conrad SatalaAugust 17, 2025

17 August 2025 - Sunday

The Fire That Remembers the Land - Part 3

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 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 “The Fire That Remembers the Land

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

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.

Conrad Satala