Water Story

There once was a child of God placed on the dirt to make a journey. Waters of her inner and outer being kept her true to the mission of loving God affording another perspective on forming.

The creating weaves the world of sand, dirt, rock to universe above and below the water, and to dream realms and other spirit places. The imagined and the real walking one foot and then the other have taught her to keep the perspective light.

Where Xilbalba is the ruler of the underground, the water runs as river below the limestone earth of the jungle. Opening to the rivers are small ponds, which are actually sink holes where the thin limestone crust collapsed. Called cenotes, they are sacred portals to the underworld.

 

Named the One Who Lives Reflected in the Water, this one murmurs to the reeds and fishes stories of aliens who would destroy their sweet home. She also tells them of the ones who are coming who are reborn out of the earth to bless their watery abode.

The reflecting pond uses light to alter perception in very effective ways. As a mirror we see as above so below. Who is looking here? How many eyes can see? Sweet cool water. This is the pond of immersion following temescal. The fluid that accompanies birth, sweet, cold and too, an entry way. The flow of the river moves through this channel where she is perched. Coming from dark under earth into watery dappled light only true beauty is exposed.

Once upon all time and no time is the setting of this story; a story of light and shadow and places in between. Of the searching for those special places of here, not there, this not that, tuned into a frequency of a moment. That is where we are here in the Ejido Jacinto Pat, Dos Ojos Mayan Community sacred pond.