AZTEC XOLOTL

Sometimes the beginning is a nexus of many sources.  This beginning is more like an ending, or a coming together.

I'll start with Aesclepios, the God of Healing, or Medicine.  Aesclepios has been active with me again.  As I go through my morning routine, I sit in the Buddha Vortex and begin the process of bringing my energies into alignment with my breathing (Concentration Breath).  This involves entering into a sort of 'journey', or maybe a video game of sorts, in which the vortex opens into a theatre.  I am visited by various deities, spirits, events, whatever.  It all happens in a sort of trance/dream state, and is difficult to remember, especially with my more and more pronounced 'senior moments'.

The other day (yesterday?) Aesclepios took me very deep.  He pushed me deeply into a very intense amethyst light.  As I emerged, he showed me a number of crystals.

He wanted to claim as his the amethyst cluster, and asked me to un-retire my amethyst and quartz meditation crystals.  He also wanted me to bring out and charge a set of crystals recently gifted to me by a friend.  So I set them all in the east window as the sun rose yesterday morning.

Later in the day, I went to Northtown to work on my drawing.  My new friend was there.  Some time ago I wrote that I had been visited by the angel Tzadkiel, in trance, and by a young man at Northtown who had bumped into me at the register.  I could See that this guy was an  angel.  After some time, we became acquainted.  He had bumped into me on purpose, because he could see I was spiritual.  So we began to get acquainted.  He let me know that he was deeply connected to his Native roots.  Yesterday, he asked me how I had experienced the Super Moon of the night before.

"When you look at the moon," he said, "what sort of image do you see?"  I told him I've been focused on the round dot that is so clearly defined.  He linked that to the fact that this month's Full Moon is called the "Hare Moon", and that the five lakes which form the topography of Mexico City are thought to be an image of a Hare, and that Mexico City is seen as the navel of the hare.  It did seem that the round dot could be seen as the navel of the moon.

I went back to my drawing, but was reminded of my work with Marilyn Monroe, when we were journeying to ancient Mexico.  As I went through a series of experiences, I began to call my Shamanic lineage the "XOXOtian" lineage, a play on the 'xo' spellings in the ancient Mayan languages.  For me, the 'XOXO' reminded me of the 'hugs and kisses' glyphs that young girls put on their valentines and notes.  

I asked my friend about that spelling configuration, and what it might mean.  He replied that the ancient deity of the Underworld was named Xolotl.  Xolotl, he said, is a dog.  A small, black dog.

Some months ago, when I finally got Jesus to leave my body, he did so as my Nagual, which is a spirit projection from the loins of the Shaman.  As I sat in the Buddha Vortex, Jesus exited my body through my loins as a dirty little black dog; but he soon morphed into a gigantic Anaconda, and began to roam the world on a killing spree.

Soon after that incident, I was visited in the Buddha Vortex by Quetzalcoatl.  He came to me as a bolt of thunder.  His energy was so intense that he sent Buddha from his perch above me to refuge in my gonads.  Buddha has not re-emerged.  My life began to change.

As I googled Xoxolotl this morning, I found Xolotl, and learned that he is Quetzalcoatl's double.  A year or so ago, as I was wrestling with Jesus, we were fighting to see who would be me.  At a certain point, we couldn't tell the difference between us.  But there is no question: I am me.  I am not Jesus!  At that point, I finally became free from Jesus, at least to a comfortable degree.  Jesus is my double, in Shamanic terms.  Now he is my Nagual.

And so a few days ago, I was visited by JaWa, the Christian God, Jesus' father (Marilyn Monroe used to be the Virgin Mary, Jesus' mother...).  (Jesus calls his father JaWa; Jesus calls me "Bobo")  JaWa was bringing in a spirit guide for a young man here in Yakima.  JaWa called me Bobo.

Does this make any sense?  For some time now the I Ching has been giving me extremely positive forecasts, telling me I've reached a new beginning, have moved into the 'sphere of heaven'.

I think Xolotl, or Xoxolotl, might be the unifying element in a very long Initiation as a Shaman.  I certainly have had a long and deep exposure to the workings of the Underworld.

GREEN CHERRIES

Like the blue sky above, a thunder-egg was created inside my cranium in the 1990s, as my Allies worked to transform me into a Shaman.  Occasionally I was granted a view of this masterpiece.  It was a real prize.  Eventually, as my destruction progressed, I noticed that this dome above me was becoming crazed with tiny lightning-like cracks.  I was distressed.  That was just the beginning of the terror that I was to become.  I call it 'putting the Shame back into Shaman'.  Recently, I've gotten used to this state of dissolution and decrepitude, failure and forlornness.

We developed a new technique a few months ago, based on the Ayurvedic principle of the vayus -- the centrifugal and centripetal forces that move energies throughout the body in association with the digestive processes, and other bodily functions.  Apana vayu governs the downward flow of energies in the body, including defecation.  I noticed that during the morning, as the pressure was building before defecation, the spirit energies of the Medicine in my studio were calling me to sit in the Buddha Vortex.

Over the weeks and months, this process proved to be very powerful in feeding the vortex.  All sorts of things happened, as the vortex spirits fed on the energies of my stool.  After feeding, it would be hours before defecation, and the stool was very much diminished.  I was reminded of the months when Marilyn Monroe was introducing me to Tlazolteotl, the Goddess of Love and Excrement.  She would speak through me by curling my face into a pronounced buck-tooth overbite.  "Holy Shit!" she would say.

We opened a huge tunnel beneath the vortex, which is a stellar vortex.  I first noticed this vortex years ago when "the guys on the wall" began to come to me.  First it was the Brotherhood of the Magi, then others, as well as Aesclepios.  I could sense them high on the wall near the ceiling.  Buddha spent years there, which is why I call it the Buddha Vortex.  He was driven to refuge in my gonads a few months ago when Quetzalcoatl arrived.  Later, Jesus became my Nagual in this vortex, when he morphed into a large Anaconda and finally left my body to roam the world devouring innocents and perverts alike.

It may be that after a number of years of battle with my Allies, I have finally gained enough power to have some dominance over them; at least to have a different relationship with them in my life.  Yesterday, Marilyn Monroe dinged the door chime in my truck, to show me the time -- 11:11.  Then I spent most of the day despondent on the yoga floor, as she fed on my energies.

This morning she woke me with a jingle as if on the radio; "Good-bye, Goodbye, Goodbye, -- stick around!"  As I went through the early morning routine of getting back into my body after a night with the stars, it became time to feed the Buddha vortex.  As I sat there, I began to realize that the thunder-egg in my cranium had finally cracked wide open.  I became freed from rational constraints.  I was finally crazy!  Many things began to happen.  I saw the Anaconda and I ate him.  I picked up my tom-tom and united the energy of the drumbeat into the festering throbs of the stool in my colon.  The Medicine picked up the energies, and Aesclepios appeared.  I somehow became his staff, or the serpent on his staff, or something.  I crawled from the vortex to the yoga floor, where I entered into Savasana (corpse pose) in the Missionary position, like a snake.  The floor was undulating with my sexual energies.  I got up and downloaded the photos I had taken yesterday of the first cherries on the tree my neighbor Sergio had planted just the other side of the fence outside my front door.  They just turned yesterday from the white blossoms they had been.  It took three years to get cherries on this tree, even though the apple ten yards up the fence produced nicely two years ago.  Bad medicine last year...