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2 August 2025 - Saturday A Weaving for the Renewal of Democracy With Voice 1 Dialogues, the Emergence of the Heart Within and the Weaving through the Seven Sacred Landscapes Part 1c

Conrad Satala
2 August 2025 - Saturday A Weaving for the Renewal of Democracy With Voice 1 Dialogues, the Emergence of the Heart Within and the Weaving through the Seven Sacred Landscapes Part 1c

2 August 2025 - Saturday

A Weaving for the Renewal of Democracy

With Voice 1 Dialogues, the Emergence of the Heart Within

and the Weaving through the Seven Sacred Landscapes Part 1c

“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.

It is the weaving of the Heart Within 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 Democracy.

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.

A Weaving for the Renewal of Democracy

With Voice 1 Dialogues, the Emergence of the Heart Within

and the Weaving through the Seven Sacred Landscapes Part 1c

A Story of Political Suffering and Light

A Story of Inner Kindness and the Rebirth

of Relationship in a Time of Fracture

The Threads of Voice 1 – Dialogues of Fracture

Voice 1 speaks loudly in these times.

It trembles through the body, clenches the jaw,

tightens the chest,

pulls the breath into shallow corners.

These are the whispered, shouted, paralyzed threads

of our disconnection:

“They don’t care about truth.”

“What’s the point of trying anymore?”

“It’s all rigged.”

“They are ruining everything.”

“I hate how divided we’ve become.”

“There’s no future left.”

“They are monsters.”

Each one is a thread—brittle, reactive, afraid.

These are not evil voices.

They are wounded protectors,

guarding the hurt places

that have lost their memory of light.

But inside Voice 1 lives something waiting:

The Heart Within Voice 1—

a light curled like a seed in dark soil.

The Emergence of Inner Kindness — The Heart Within Voice 1

The turning begins not by silencing these voices,

but by sitting with them.

Breathing with them.

Listening gently and weaving kindness within them.

We breathe in the voice that says, “It’s all hopeless,”

and breathe out the remembering:

“I am still here.

There is still a thread to hold.”

We breathe in the voice that says, “They are monsters,”

and exhale:

“They, too, have forgotten their light.

But light can still return.”

This is the sacred act of inner kindness:

not fixing, not forcing—

but gently holding the torn threads

until they soften and remember

that they, too, are part of the weaving.

And in this holding,

a new presence emerges—

The Heart Within Voice 1,

the one who remembers we are not separate,

and we are not alone.

The Weaving of the Heart Within

Through the Seven Sacred Landscapes

— As Lived Within the Body, the Land, and All Dialogue —

As we soften these inner fractures,

the landscapes rise to meet us—

offering their light to be woven through the heart.

Let them speak now.

1. Volcán San Pedro

The First Volcano – The Root of Presence

As I sit in the fire of rage,

San Pedro places her hand on my lower spine.

“Breathe here,” she says.

“Your anger is ancient. Let it touch the soil.”

And in her rooted heat,

I remember—

my voice matters,

but it must grow from stillness.

2. Volcán Atitlán

The Second Volcano – The Flame of Truth

When I shout,

“They are destroying everything!”

Volcán Atitlán sends smoke through my chest

and says:

“Let your words be fire that warms,

not fire that scorches.”

And my chest unclenches.

My words begin to choose truth

over destruction.

3. Volcán Tolimán

The Third Volcano – The Silence of Strength

When I freeze in despair—

“Nothing I do matters”—

Volcán Tolimán rises behind me

and says:

“You are not alone.

Stand anyway.”

And so I stand.

And something moves

that had long been still.

4. The Mountains

The Spine of Perspective

In the high reaches of my fear,

I cannot see clearly.

The Mountains whisper:

“Climb with your breath.

From here, even the broken paths

form a larger trail.”

I breathe into my upper back,

and a wider view opens.

What I thought was fracture

was only the beginning of another bend.

5. The Cornfields

The Fingers of Regeneration

When I say,

“I can’t do this anymore,”

the Cornfields respond:

“Neither can we—alone.

But together, we rise again.”

I feel my hands soften.

They are no longer fists.

They are seeds.

I begin to plant

what I once feared was lost.

6. The Lake

The Heart of Still Reflection

When the tide of blame swells—

“It’s their fault. It’s all their fault”—

The lake gently ripples back to me:

“Look again.

What is being reflected here?”

I breathe into my heart,

and beneath the blame,

I find grief.

And beneath the grief—

a longing for belonging.

7. The Cloud Forest and the Moonflower

The Breath of Mystery and the Flowering of Possibility

When I say,

“There’s no way forward,”

the Cloud Forest wraps me in mist.

And the Moonflower blooms in the dark and says:

“There is always a way

where light is breathed,

even if no one sees it yet.”

I feel the breath move through my whole body now.

A weaving of light where fear once lived.

And I begin again.

8. The Forest of Trees

The Living Weave of Many into One

Now I walk among the trees.

Each trunk a memory.

Each root a relationship.

Each branch reaching

for a future not yet written.

The Forest says:

“We do not grow alone.

We do not resist alone.

We bend.

We breathe.

And we rise—together.”

And I remember:

Democracy is not a machine.

It is a weaving.

It is Kimoon K’uxlaal—

The Many made One

through kindness, courage, and relationship.

The Rebirth of Dialogue Through the Presence of Light

From these landscapes,

the Heart Within Voice 1 shines now

like a thread of dawn through a torn sky.

Now when I speak,

I do not speak from fracture.

I speak from relationship.

“I am afraid—will you listen?”

“I care about this—can we find a way together?”

“You hurt me—but I still believe in your light.”

“Let’s not give up. Let’s try again.”

This is not softness.

This is strength braided with mercy.

The outer world does not heal

until the inner voice

remembers how to be held.

This is how democracy is woven:

Not with declarations,

but with heart-presence

and Earth-based remembering.

Let the Weaving Begin Again.

Let your words become threads.

Let your ideas become offerings.

Let your fear be cradled

by the hands of volcanoes and corn.

Let your dialogues be lit

by the moonflower

blooming in the unseen.

And let the light of the Heart Within

become the loom

upon which the democracy of tomorrow

is woven.

Thread by thread.

Voice by voice.

Heart by heart.

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