09 August 2025 - Saturday Nawal Mosbel Joloom Sweeper of the Skull, Liberator of Memory Perceiving the Political Challenges of Today - Part 1

09 August 2025 - Saturday

Nawal Mosbel Joloom

Sweeper of the Skull, Liberator of Memory

Perceiving the Political Challenges of Today  - Part 1

“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.

Nawal Mosbel Joloom

Sweeper of the Skull, Liberator of Memory

A Living Weaving within Kimoon K’uxlaal

The Weaving of Many into One Heart

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.

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Calling Upon the White Weaver of Memory

Nawal Mosbel Joloom —

you who sweep the skull

not to destroy,

but to liberate.

You do not erase our past—

you dissolve what no longer belongs

in the sacred weaving of now.

You are the weaver of white wind.

You lift the shadows from our heads,

the thoughts that swirl like smoke,

the memories that calcify into pain.

You lift them with breath.

With light.

With tenderness.

You are the one who returns the mind to belonging.

We call upon you now—

in the name of the Great Grandmother’s Light,

in the voice of the Martin Bundle,

in the living breath of the Rilaj Maam—

to enter the center of our mind,

the deep folds of the brain,

the hidden chambers of memory.

Not to remove—

but to reweave.

To liberate memory into light.

Let this ceremony begin

in the heart of the One Light

that lives in every cell,

in every stone,

in every skull that remembers

its place in the great interconnection.

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Kimoon K’uxlaal: The Way of Remembering Together

In the Tz’utujiil Maya way,

we do not heal the mind alone.

We do not carry memory alone.

We do not sweep the skull

with force or shame.

We heal through relationship.

We clear memory through interconnection.

We walk with Kimoon K’uxlaal—

the sacred remembering that all life is lived in relationship.

Even our thoughts are not ours alone.

They are threads, inherited and shared.

Our memories are not separate.

They are woven into the stones,

into the language,

into the body of the Rilaj Maam,

into the root of the Rutub’al Maam (Elderberry liquid)

whose water nourishes the mind.

To call upon Nawal Mosbel Joloom

is to re-enter this sacred interwoven field.

To allow our skull

to become a cleared vessel

for new light to enter—

not as noise,

but as presence.

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The Medicine of the Rutub’al Maam

The elderberry tree,

called Rutub’al Maam,

is not a tree at all—

but a living vessel of the Rilaj Maam’s water body.

Its hollow trunk holds liquid memory,

and its dark fruit is the medicine

that clears fear, confusion, and fragmentation.

When the shaman petitions Nawal Mosbel Joloom,

it is this water that carries the prayer.

A single drop may reach

the deepest tangled memory,

the hidden corners of sorrow,

the locked gate of the nervous system.

This water says:

“What is not needed may now be returned.”

This medicine does not erase.

It returns each thread to the river of light—

so that only what belongs

remains in the weaving.

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The White Light Weaving of the Martin Bundle

Within the House of Francisco Sequel,

where the Nawals placed each stone by hand,

there exists a white vibration—

a soft, radiant weaving of light

that emanates from the Martin Bundle.

Nawal Mosbel Joloom walks within this weaving,

alongside Rilaj Maam.

Together, they sweep the skull

with white light, not harshness.

This is not the white of denial—

but the white of gentleness,

of spacious memory,

of clear breath.

When this white weaving touches your skull,

the past reorganizes.

The mind unravels its fear-threads.

The nervous system begins to trust again.

It is within this ceremonial clarity

that neuroplasticity awakens.

Not by force—

but by the quiet permission to be rewoven.

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