05 August 2025 - Tuesday When Anger Separates Us from the Heart Within A Ceremonial Weaving of Light Through the One Heart
05 August 2025 - Tuesday
When Anger Separates Us from the Heart Within
A Ceremonial Weaving of Light Through the One Heart
“I Carry the Mountain in My Breath”
A Ceremonial Introduction to Living Within Two Lands
from the Earth Remembers Series
Begin to open to this perspective:
the challenges we naturally encounter in urban landscapes
can be held and transformed
through the sacred presence of the land,
even here, even now.
These are the Seven Tz’utujiil Maya Landscapes,
seen through the eyes of the city:
• The Three Volcanoes — reflected in any form of rocks, boulders, sidewalks, or concrete within the urban terrain.
• The Lake — found in any body of water in the city: a pond, river, drainage canal, reflecting pool, or stream.
• The Forest of Trees — alive in any gathering of two or more trees, standing in relationship within your neighborhood.
• The Cornfields — present in any garden that grows vegetables, fruit, flowers, or herbs — even in pots or planters.
• The Moonflower (Spirit of Toloache) — seen in any flowering plant or green being that grows in unexpected cracks, pots, parks, or corners of beauty.
• The Cloud Forest — revealed in moments of mist, fog, dew, or moisture on windows, grass, or air within the city.
• The Mountains — present in any hill, rise, or flat stretch of land that invites you to walk, rest, or breathe into the Earth.
We learn to receive these places
and let them weave us.
Even in a city, the Presence of Light within these landscapes
can meet the inner nature of your body and of your Voice 1 dialogues of your Mind.
Wherever there is Voice 1 dialogues of suffering, pain, challenges, or emotional reactivity. Like fear or anger.
This weaving of the Heart Within the land and the Heart Within your body
supports you as you walk through life —
in healing, in renewal, in quiet transformation.
This is Kimoon K’uxlaal —
the Weaving of Many into One Heart.
Where the heart within the landscapes
meets the heart within your pain,
and together,
they create a path of:
• Repair
• Healing
• Regeneration
• Rejuvenation
• Renewal
…and the emergence of something new —
the Light of Unknown Possibilities.
Let this new way of being held
change how you walk in the world.
Let it support not just your feet,
but your whole life.
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 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.
This ceremonial weaving from the Tz’utujiil Maya perspective, spoken in the voice of the Great Grandmother’s Light, weaving through the sacred principle of Kimoon K’uxlaal — the Weaving of Many into One Heart — to guide the transformation of anger into the light of unknown possibilities through kindness into the presence of light of the heart within Voice 1.
When Anger Separates Us from the Heart Within
A Ceremonial Weaving of Light Through the One Heart
In the Tz’utujiil Maya way of remembering, every word we speak, every breath we take, every thought we carry — becomes a thread in the weaving of our relationships. Whether we know it or not, we are always weaving.
And yet…
There are times when the weaving frays.
Times when anger arises.
Anger toward another. Anger that feels justified.
Anger that takes root in our body, our mind, our chest, our words.
This is not wrong.
This is simply where the weaving has split — where the threads of our inner life have begun to tangle.
From the way of Kimoon K’uxlaal — the Weaving of Many into One Heart — we are asked to bring even this tangle of anger into the ceremonial loom of remembering.
Because anger, when unspoken, unheld, or tightly clutched, becomes a wall.
It blocks our ability to feel the quiet glow of the inner heart within —
that part of us that holds unknown possibilities for healing, for renewal, for relationship.
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Voice 1: The Shadowed Dialogue of Separation
Let us name Voice 1.
These are the thoughts and emotions that rise in reactivity — fast, loud, sometimes frightening in their force:
“They betrayed me.”
“I will never forgive them.”
“They don’t deserve kindness.”
“How dare they act like nothing happened.”
“I have to protect myself — no matter what it takes.”
“I’ll show them what they did to me.”
“I’m alone in this. No one understands.”
“This pain will never leave.”
These are the threads of Voice 1.
They are real. They hurt.
They wrap around our spine, tighten our chest, close our throat.
Voice 1 is the part of us that tries to protect…
but ends up weaving suffering more deeply into the body.
And yet…
Even within Voice 1, the Heart is whispering.
Even here, the first threads of the heart within Voice 1 — the Light of Inner Kindness — are waiting to be felt.
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Receiving the Presence of the Inner Light
In the Tz’utujiil Maya way, kindness is not an idea.
It is not a performance or a polite behavior.
Kindness is a living presence of Light.
It lives within the cellular light of your bones.
It breathes through the heart center of your chest.
It shines from the sacred light within the trees, the mountains, the clouds, the waters —
and it lives within you.
When you sit with your anger, not to feed it — but to receive it —
you begin the ancient act of weaving.
This is not a healing of the mind alone.
This is the body’s remembering of light —
where the tangled knots of anger begin to soften as the presence of kindness returns.
Even as Voice 1 continues to shout or ache or tremble…
You sit.
You breathe through the nose.
You bring the pain, the thought, the image, the memory — into the inner heart center — the ceremonial fire at the center of the One Heart.
You inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
You exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
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The Heart Within Voice 1
There comes a moment — sometimes wordless, sometimes fragile —
when the anger begins to soften.
Not disappear.
Not justify or excuse what happened.
But soften.
You feel it in the chest.
A loosening.
A warmth.
A quieting that spreads down the arms, behind the eyes, across the jaw, into the belly.
This is the moment when you begin to experience the Heart Within Voice 1.
It is not a new voice.
It is the light that has always been within your pain.
It might say:
“This is where I was hurt.”
“This is what I longed for.”
“I didn’t know how to speak then, but I can begin now.”
“I need tenderness here, in this place of fire.”
“Even this can be part of the weaving.”
This is not forgiveness as a rule.
This is relationship as sacred possibility.
This is the weaving of the many wounded, confused, angry parts of you… into a One Heart that holds all of it with Light.
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Kindness as the First Thread of Reweaving
In this path, the inner weaving comes first.
Before action, before words to the other person, before any resolution —
you receive yourself.
You receive the one inside you who is hurting, burning, afraid.
This receiving — with kindness — is the first light of transformation.
It is what allows your words, ideas, and communications with others
to begin reflecting the heart within Voice 1 — the Light of Courage, Truth, and Relationship.
Even if you must speak difficult truths…
Even if boundaries are needed…
Even if trust has been broken…
Your voice can carry the light of your inner heart rather than the flame of your inner wound.
And when your words reflect the light of the One Heart —
you restore not only your relationships —
you restore yourself.
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When Anger Feels Justified, But Suffering Grows
Yes, there will be times when your anger feels completely justified.
And it may be.
But when it binds you in tightness,
when your thoughts turn cold,
when your heart closes off from others and from your own body —
this is no longer about what happened.
This is the place where the story of suffering is now shaping your life.
This is the place that is ready for transformation.
Not by silencing it.
Not by rushing to “move on.”
But by letting the cellular light of kindness breathe again through you,
through your feet, your breath, your chest, your voice.
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A Final Weaving: The Many into the One
From the Tz’utujiil Maya way, we say:
All life is meant to be lived in relationship.
All voices — even the ones we fear — are threads in the loom.
All emotions — even anger — are waiting to be returned to the One Heart.
Let your anger not be the end of your story.
Let it be the beginning of a deeper weaving —
where the light of inner kindness becomes your first word,
your first act of relationship,
your first step toward the unknown possibility
that healing is not only possible…
…it is already beginning within you.
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Conrad Walks Through the Fire of Anger
A Ceremonial Story of Kindness Emerging through the Heart Within Voice 1
It was early.
The mists still hovered above the water,
whispering their breath onto the slopes of San Pedro , Atitlán, and Tolimán —
the three volcanoes standing like old elders,
watching, waiting, remembering.
Conrad sat on the edge of the lake.
His chest heavy.
His jaw tight.
His breath shallow, like a wind afraid to rise.
“He knows what he did,” Voice 1 said.
“And still he acts like nothing happened.”
The words repeated like stones falling in water —
again and again —
sinking into the belly,
dragging his spirit down with them.
“You should not forgive him.”
“You owe him nothing.”
“You have every right to feel this.”
“You are alone.”
Conrad listened.
He didn’t argue with Voice 1.
He didn’t silence it.
He let the fire speak.
But this time, he didn’t let it burn alone.
He remembered the teachings of Kimoon K’uxlaal —
that even anger is a thread
and every thread belongs in the weaving.
So he did what the Great Grandmother once whispered to him beneath the roots of the old tree.
He placed his hand over his chest.
He let his breath move slow through the nose.
And with the pain still rising, still aching, still trembling—
He whispered silently to himself:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
He did not expect it to vanish.
He did not wait for peace.
He only breathed.
And breathed again.
With each inhale, he received the pain.
With each exhale, he offered light.
The fire did not stop burning —
but now, it was not burning alone.
There was a glow in his chest — faint, golden —
like a small candle hidden behind ribs of grief.
This was not the heart within Voice 2. Not yet.
This was the Heart Within Voice 1
— the one who had been waiting patiently
beneath all the thoughts that tried to protect him.
This voice did not shout.
It wept.
“I was hurt,” it said.
“I wanted to be seen.”
“I didn’t know how to protect myself, so I burned.”
“I’m tired of burning.”
These were not words of weakness.
These were the first threads of power —
not the kind that clenches fists or closes hearts —
but the kind that opens a body
to become whole again.
And in that stillness, something began to shift.
Conrad no longer needed the other person to change.
The environment could remain the same —
the injustice, the dismissal, the silence from the other.
But inside him, a new weaving had begun.
He was no longer walking as the fire alone.
He was walking as the weaver of fire —
one who breathes light into the burning place.
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The wind lifted slightly.
The lake shimmered.
And from deep within the Earth, beneath his seated spine,
Conrad could feel the mountain remembering with him.
The breath of the land
was now the breath of his body.
And he heard, faint but clear,
the voice of the Great Grandmother say:
“There is another way.
Even when anger feels like the only voice —
There is a whisper inside that knows how to heal.
Listen not just to what you feel,
but to what your feeling is asking you to remember.”
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So he breathed again.
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
And as he did,
his words, his thoughts, his ideas —
began to carry the scent of the One Heart.
Not as a performance.
Not as a spiritual bypass.
But as a true beginning
to the story of his own healing.
He was not abandoning the pain.
He was reweaving it.
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Let this story walk with you.
Let your anger —
however justified —
become the thread you place on the loom.
Let your breath become the weaver.
And let the quiet presence of the Heart Within Voice 1
show you the way home
to the unknown possibilities
waiting for you
inside the fire.
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“Receiving the Presence of the Inner Light
In the Tz’utujiil Maya way, kindness is not an idea.
It is not a performance or a polite behavior.
Kindness is a living presence of Light.
It lives within the cellular light of your bones.
It breathes through the heart center of your chest.
It shines from the sacred light within the trees, the mountains, the clouds, the waters —
and it lives within you.
When you sit with your anger, not to feed it — but to receive it —
you begin the ancient act of weaving
This is not a healing of the mind alone.
This is the body’s remembering of light —
where the tangled knots of anger begin to soften as the presence of kindness returns.
Even as Voice 1 continues to shout or ache or tremble…
You sit.
You breathe through the nose.
You bring the pain, the thought, the image, the memory — into the inner heart center — the ceremonial fire at the center of the One Heart.“
This is a ceremonial story of Conrad walking through the justified fires of his anger, receiving each thread of suffering through the breath into the inner heart, and weaving that anger into light with the support of the seven sacred landscapes of his Tz’utujiil Maya homeland. Each landscape brings a unique thread of cellular light — received into the ceremonial fire at the center of Conrad’s chest — and each breath becomes part of the reweaving of his pain.
Conrad Walks with His Angers into the Weaving of Light
A Breath-Ceremony through the Seven Sacred Landscapes
1. The Mountains: Holding the Weight of Betrayal
Voice 1: “He betrayed me. I trusted him. I opened my heart. He knew — and still, he turned away.”
Conrad’s body clenches. His shoulders feel the weight of collapse.
He breathes through the nose, gently, slowly…
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
Then, he calls to the Mountains — the old bones of the Earth.
He says:
“I receive the cellular light of the Mountains — their ancient strength, their silent endurance — into the broken trust that lives in my heart.”
He breathes again.
He feels the stillness of the stone, the patience of time, the quiet of standing without collapse.
And then, from his chest:
Exhale: “I offer this new light of strength and rooted kindness to the place of betrayal inside me.”
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2. The Lake: Cooling the Fire of Not Forgiving
Voice 1: “I will never forgive him. He doesn’t deserve it.”
His chest burns. The fire of justice rages through his ribs.
He breathes.
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
He places his hand over his heart and calls to Lake Atitlán:
“I receive the cellular light of the Lake — her fluid grace, her sacred containment — into the flames of not forgiving that burns inside me.”
He breathes again.
The cooling waters soften the edges.
Forgiveness is not forced — but the flame no longer burns alone.
Exhale: “I offer this new thread of watery kindness into the fire of my not forgiving.”
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3. The Forest of Trees: Loosening the Tightness of Judgment
Voice 1: “He doesn’t deserve kindness. He should suffer for what he did.”
Conrad feels a tightening in his throat — a knot made of judgment and righteousness.
He breathes.
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
Then he listens to the trees.
“I receive the cellular light of the Forest of Trees — their rooted connection, their unspoken generosity — into the tightness of my judgment.”
He breathes again.
He feels space around the knot. A gentle loosening.
Exhale: “I offer this breath of rooted kindness into the branches of my pain.”
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4. The Cornfields: Soothing the Ache of Being Ignored
Voice 1: “How dare he act like nothing happened.”
His solar plexus flares — a feeling of invisibility and ache.
He breathes.
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
He turns to the Cornfields, the sacred breath of nourishment.
“I receive the cellular light of the Corn — her golden witnessing, her cycles of return — into the place where I feel unseen and forgotten.”
He breathes again.
The light of the corn enters his belly. Warm. Real. Witnessing.
Exhale: “I offer this golden light to the ache of being dismissed.”
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5. The Cloud Forest: Dissolving the Fear of Powerlessness
Voice 1: “I have to protect myself — no matter what it takes.”
Fear lives in his hips. Tight. Ready to run or fight.
He breathes.
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
He lifts his eyes to the Cloud Forest — the mist that hides and reveals.
“I receive the cellular light of the Cloud Forest — her mystery, her surrender, her breath — into my fear of being powerless.”
He breathes again.
The mist softens his legs.
He is not running now.
Exhale: “I offer this breath of trust into the place where my fear lives.”
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6. The Moonflower Plant: Healing the Pain of Being Alone
Voice 1: “I’m alone in this. No one understands.”
This pain lives behind his eyes. The grief of invisibility.
He breathes.
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
He turns inward to the Moonflower, Spirit of Toloache — the one who blooms in the dark.
“I receive the cellular light of the Moonflower — her dream-blooming, her soft radiance in the unseen — into the pain of being alone.”
He breathes again.
Soft white light blooms behind his eyes.
Exhale: “I offer this quiet companionship to the ache of loneliness.”
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7. The Three Volcanoes
Releasing the Belief That Nothing Will Change
Voice 1: “This pain will never leave. Nothing will change.”
This voice curls into his spine, freezing movement.
He breathes.
Inhale: “I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale: “I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
He turns to the Three Volcanoes — Tchuk (San Pedro), Bulkaan (Atitlán), Pra’l (Tolimán).
“I receive the cellular light of the Volcanoes — their molten heart, their transformation through time — into my frozen belief that nothing can change.”
He breathes again.
He feels the heat rise through his spine — from the earth, into his bones.
Exhale: “I offer this fire of new beginnings to the belief that I am stuck.”
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The Emergence of the Heart Within Voice 1
After this walking breath-ceremony, Conrad sits quietly.
Each landscape has offered its thread of kindness —
not to erase the pain,
but to weave the pain into light.
And now, within the center of his chest, the fire softens.
He feels:
• A stillness.
• A groundedness.
• A subtle knowing: Something more is available.
The person who hurt him may still act in the same way.
But Conrad is no longer held only by that person’s choices.
He is held by the Earth.
He is held by the Breath.
He is held by the Light of the Heart Within.
His Voice 1 still speaks.
But now — Voice 1 is not speaking alone.
The Heart Within Voice 1 is present.
And with this light, Conrad whispers:
“I am not powerless.
I am not without beauty.
I am not only the fire.
I am also the weaver.”
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This is a 20-minute Morning Walking Blessing Audio Script based on the story “Conrad Walks with His Angers into the Weaving of Light – A Breath-Ceremony through the Seven Sacred Landscapes.” This script is designed for slow, mindful walking — whether outdoors or in a quiet room — inviting the listener to gently awaken, receive their inner pain with kindness, and align their body and breath with the light of the sacred landscapes.
At the end, you’ll find recording guidelines and background sound suggestions to support your own calming audio track.
Morning Walking Blessing Script
“Walking My Anger Back Into Light”
Spoken with warmth, reverence, and slow pacing
Opening Soundscape (0:00–0:30):
Gentle lapping lake water, soft forest breeze, faint birdsong
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Voice Begins (0:30)
Spoken in a calm, grounded tone:
Welcome.
Begin walking gently.
Let your feet touch the Earth as though you are being held.
Let your chest soften.
Let your arms swing gently.
Let your breath arrive.
Inhale through the nose…
Exhale through the nose…
Let this breath begin to open the door to your inner fire —
and let that fire be received with kindness.
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1. The Mountains – Betrayal
“He betrayed me.”
“I trusted him. And he turned away.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
Now, call in the presence of the light of the heart within the Mountains.
Feel them beneath your feet — vast, ancient, quiet.
Their strength rises through your legs.
Their silence reminds you of your dignity.
Inhale again…
Receive their cellular light into the betrayal you carry.
Exhale…
Let this light flow through your chest, your jaw, your arms —
returning to the place where your trust was broken.
Walk in stillness.
Feel the mountain hold you.
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2. The Lake – Unforgiveness
“I will never forgive him.”
“He doesn’t deserve it.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
Now, feel the presence of the light within the heart of the Lake.
Cool, fluid, gentle.
Her waters invite you to soften — not to forget, but to soothe.
Inhale the light of the lake into your ribs and spine.
Exhale…
Offer that kindness to the inner fire of unforgiveness.
Walk slowly.
Let the lake carry some of the heat for you.
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3. The Forest of Trees – Judgment
“He doesn’t deserve kindness.”
“Let him suffer.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
The Forest stands in quiet generosity.
Roots connect beneath your feet.
Branches rise above you like open arms.
Inhale the rooted light of the trees into the tightness in your throat.
Exhale that light back into the judgment.
Feel the breath of trees move with you as you walk.
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4. The Cornfields – Dismissal
“How dare he act like nothing happened.”
“I was never seen.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
The Cornfields rise from the soil — golden, steady, sacred.
Their light is witness.
Inhale the golden light of corn into your solar plexus —
where the ache of invisibility lives.
Exhale…
Offer that warmth to the part of you that longs to be acknowledged.
Keep walking.
Let yourself be seen by the Earth.
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5. The Cloud Forest – Powerlessness
“I have to protect myself — no matter what.”
“I can’t trust anyone.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
The Cloud Forest hides and reveals.
Mist curls like breath.
Branches hold space for uncertainty.
Inhale the breath of the mist into the tightness in your hips and belly.
Feel the soft power of surrender.
Exhale…
Offer that mist to the clenched place that cannot trust.
As you walk, allow softness to return without losing your strength.
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6. The Moonflower Plant – Loneliness
“I’m alone in this.”
“No one understands.”
“I am abandoned.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
Now call in the Moonflower — Spirit of Toloache.
Blooming in the dark.
Seen only by those who know how to feel.
Inhale her white light behind your eyes.
Let her luminous thread touch the ache of abandonment.
Exhale…
Offer her presence to the lonely place within you.
As you walk, feel her bloom behind your heart.
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7. The Three Volcanoes – Hopelessness
“This will never change.”
“This pain will never leave.”
“I am stuck.”
Inhale:
“I receive this anger with kindness.”
Exhale:
“I offer light back into the place where this pain lives.”
Now feel the three Volcanoes:
San Pedro, Atitlán, Tolimán
They hold fire.
They move slowly.
They do not forget — but they transform.
Inhale their firelight into your spine —
Feel the molten warmth rise.
Exhale that new possibility
into the belief that you cannot change.
With every step, you are no longer only the one who suffers —
You are the one who weaves.
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Closing Blessing (Minute 19)
Walk now with all seven threads woven into your chest.
Let your body remember:
“I am not only the fire.
I am the weaver of fire.
I am not only the one hurt.
I am the one becoming whole.
Even when others cannot change —
I carry the breath of the mountains,
the fluid heart of the lake,
the rooted grace of the forest,
the golden light of the corn,
the breath of mist,
the bloom of the moonflower,
and the fire of the volcanoes.”
Inhale:
“I am supported.”
Exhale:
“I am beginning again.”
Pause.
Place your hand over your heart.
Give thanks for your breath, your walk, your presence.
Begin your day.
This is Kimoon K’uxlaal — in the Elder House
the Weaving of Many into One Heart
A Final Weaving: The Many into the One
From the Tz’utujiil Maya way, we say:
All life is meant to be lived in relationship.
All voices — even the ones we fear — are threads in the loom.
All emotions — even anger — are waiting to be returned to the One Heart.
Let your anger not be the end of your story.
Let it be the beginning of a deeper weaving —
where the light of inner kindness becomes your first word,
your first act of relationship,
your first step toward the unknown possibility
that healing is not only possible…
…it is already beginning within you.
Conrad Satala