Words I needed to say

This is very important.I hope you read it with your heart open.

Hi, how are you? Here I am, honoring the first rainy Sunday of the season. I find myself contemplative and reflective, and I’ve decided to pour those thoughts into today’s writting..

With the recent events in the world and in the little town where I live (as if this hadn’t happened before), it suddenly feels like everyone agreed to privatize public beaches, buy graveyards, and split mountains in half. All at once. Chaotic and revealing.

For a while now, I’ve been wondering how I, through my way of living, through my words and my work, can contribute to the world I want to see.

Have you ever asked yourself that?

Or maybe, if you haven’t asked what you can do, you’ve asked what you can’t, or, directly just answered it .

You’ve told yourself a thousand and one reasons why you can’t.

Because you’re nobody. Or because you’re not that somebody.

Have you?  I did.  I still do.

If you’re reading me, if you’ve listened to me before, I’m always sharing that the purpose of life, according to the Mayan cosmovision, is to be happy — to be with life. And that under this same cosmovision, we also have a mission.

I believe this is where a big confusion can arise — one I’ve fallen into many times myself.

What is happiness with life, really?I think we confuse happiness with euphoria, with total positivity.

I also believe — speaking from what I’ve absorbed from this culture and cosmovision, and from cacao itself — that happiness is more like a feeling of harmony with what is and what’s present.

(Humble point of view…

I believe happiness might be that heart-flipping feeling of fullness — not because everything is as it should be or perfect, but because it knows how to embrace the present moment. It knows how to hold life, and it becomes present with it.

I believe the soul’s mission, what we came here to do, sometimes brings conflict — but never unhappiness. Rather, it causes mental bitterness.

Because life is bigger. Unexplainably vast, ungraspable, and wildly diverse beyond what we can imagine.

If happiness, mission, and purpose were as straight and precise as our minds believe, would they even be worth living?

Really, what would be the point?

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OK, that was a parenthesis. He. This post is a little long today because it’s raining, it’s Sunday, and sometimes not everything can be condensed. Magnesium pills are great, but magnesium encapsulated in chocolate is way more seductive. Do you know what I mean? Haha…

THE POINT  IS…

What I really want to share today is going back to the painful and irritating events happening in the world. Why not also include the things others are doing, aka other people doing stuff that challenges us internally—that pushes us to either feel inspired or victimized…

What I want to say is…

I would truly love from the bottom of my heart for you to recognize how precious, unique, and important your human life is.I’d love for these words to reach you like a fireball that burns away any doubt convincing you that you have no possibilities.

Why so?Because we  - desperately - need it.

Because it’s the only thing that can save your world — and mine, and ‘ours’.

Because it’s the only thing life is here for: to unfold.

How is it possible that we believe everyone should be the same? Act the same? Look the same?

AND, at the same time,

how is it possible that we think some people can (kill, destroy, transform, shine) and others just… can’t?

What’s that absurd and dual logic running our unconscious minds?

A flower doesn’t try to be a bird just because it can’t fly, and a tree doesn’t try to be the ocean just because it wants to move. (right!?)

I believe it is PRIMAL and ESSENTIAL to connect with our true essence.

Not to look for 'the purpose' of life, but to be it.

And to move through our mission. Right where we are — or 3,000 km away, in adverse conditions.

I don’t know what your case is. But I  really hope you own it , I hope it for me and for all of us..

How is it that we allow terrible things to happen without even blinking?!

Because we’re so distracted and overstimulated by everything happening OUTSIDE that it paralyzes and distorts us.

How is it that sunsets are always seen through a phone screen?

because we “need” to get a photo of the sunset — because later it will be better?

How is it that we do a ritual every full moon to keep asking for the same thing?Maybe because  we  cant’s stop looking at our own nose, and instead just feel it and breathe(Meaning, stop being obsessed with some idea of ourselves that isn’t even real and actually BECOME.)

I think all of this is valid.I think this happens to all of us.It happens to me, at least.

And that’s why we need a shake-up.

The shake-up comes from understanding that we can’t fix everything by trying to fix it.We can build SOMETHING — whatever is ours to build — with what we have, and with what we don’t.We can let what truly moves us, actually  M O V E us.And rest in the fact that others are moved by other things.

Because , SI, we’re not omnipotent. And we’re not ghosts. We are here, living now.

and because there are millions of humans in this world.

Even though many try not to be humans.

Maybe we’re in conflict with the idea of being human…

Because being human is a lot: a dangerous and magical miracle.

From my humble place — whatever I do, even when it’s not what I envisioned — I try to do just that:  To be human. To remind us of it. To recruit more humans.Through cacao, through food, through writing, through the senses.

That’s truly the heart of my desire.

Because what hurts me the most… is the real root of all of this: the dehumanization.

I started reading Demian by Hermann Hesse, and it’s been so revealing and beautiful.I think he says it much better than I can:

“Today, we know less than ever what a truly living human being  is, and we send thousands to their death under the fire, each one of whom is a unique and precious experiment of nature.

If we were nothing more than isolated individuals — if each of us could truly be wiped off the Earth with a single bullet — then telling stories would have no meaning.

But each person is not just themselves: they are also the unique, particular, important, and singular point where the phenomena of the world intersect, in a way that never happens again.

The story of every person is essential, eternal, divine. And each one, while alive and fulfilling nature’s will, is something wonderful and worthy of all attention.

In each of us, Spirit has taken form. In each, the creature suffers. In each, a Redeemer is crucified.

I’m not a man who knows. I have been, and still am, a man who seeks.

But I no longer seek in the stars or in books. I’ve begun to listen to the teachings my own blood whispers to me.

My story is not pleasant, not sweet and harmonious like the invented tales.It tastes of nonsense and confusion, of madness and dream — like the life of every person who no longer wishes to lie to themselves.

The life of every person is a path toward themselves — the attempt at a path, the trace of a way.No one has ever been entirely themselves. But all strive to become so — some more clearly, others more obscurely, each as they can.

Each of us carries the sticky remnants and eggshells of a primordial world until the end.Some never become human, staying frogs or squirrels or ants.Others are half-human, half-fish.But each one is a push of nature toward becoming human.

We all come from the same origin — the mothers.We all come from the same height, but each one is a different attempt and impulse rising from the depths, reaching toward their own end.

We can understand one another — but each of us can only truly interpret ourselves.”

and, again,

I’d love for these words to reach you like a fireball that burns away any doubt convincing you that you have no possibilities.

And I hope you can be real in this world — to share, to live, and to become what your soul is craving to express and embody.

Thanks for reading!

Con amor,Sol Luciana