Para quien no lo ha hecho les recomiendo leer la obra "Cosmologia Pleyadiana", entre otras muchas cosas nos habla del Tzolkin y su relacion con la era de Acuario.
Encontré que en español pueden verlo en esta página, http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/pleyades/cosmologpleyad/cosmologpleyad_indice.htm
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Hola Vero,
sigo leyendo tus commentarios. Estan para sigir pensamdo de lo mas profundo de mi alma. te lo agradesco!!!
Te mando esta informacion de mi grupo.
Patzin (Nahuatl for Respectful Worthy/Venerable Medicine) is a monthly edition on Indigenous medicine to Indigenous practitioners.
Sacred Counts of the Life Makers (End of the year)
In Mexican Traditional Medicine, We count the days with mecate, sacred ties with prayers in 20 counts. Winter is the time to offer water and ancestor prayers to the tree of life, purify, offer bundles of ocote and cotton for the Weaver. Grandmother turns inward and with the first snows come the stories. We must be in a proper state to hear the medicine in the breadth. In between the lines, the ancestors are speaking: Life Givers, Life Formers, Life Makers.
My Apache brother Gregory Gomez recommends a bath of cedar. These evergreens are like the maguey, great protectors. Time by the Christian calendar may schedule life -- but the natural laws have their own times, ritual time, natural time. Those who follow Indigenous ways live by multiple times. Across the Americas, the teachers measured time and alignment of what is above. During this time known as the last month of 2007, my Native and Buddhist understandings of time converge in prayer and determination. Where does time go for the parts of life that sleep and hibernate, waiting to return? Do the evergreens ever rest?
Reports that many species of fish could be gone in 50 years, that the Earth's magnetic field is rapidly diminishing, that ice becomes ocean, always makes me wonder what I am learning that will be useful in 2012. Still no declaration for Indigenous rights because nations fear the idea of Indigenous "peoples" -- to be united and autonomous is so powerful. In a year when politicians justified pedophilia, condoned rape as part of interrogation, while any international traveler is marked with a secret terrorist ranking, I search the skies for moral time. Doña Rosario Ibarra de Piedra of the mothers of the disappeared in Mexico has admonished people: do not let vile government "assassinate hope."
My Native teachings remind me that I can't force natural time to change. My Buddhist teachings hold we can effect moral time in a series of causes and effects. To act with strength and courage is to truly live. It requires a struggle with our own illusions and doubts. Why would we pray for our children if we didn't think we could change their times? We move in revolutions, like the earth around the sun, to beget a better way to live. Cycles end and begin, again, again and again.
A Buddhist elder once told me that time is the distance between the present condition and the effect we are seeking. So on the last month of each year counted by the Gregorian calendar, I deepen my prayers to see change before this cycle is up. Until the last moment of this time we keep, I determine to not give up on prayers, dreams, or the human potential for good. From each moment on, I pray, I will not give up on Life, or my own life. I challenge my spirit to stand up in self determination. I face all that is around me, above and below and refuse to accept less or so little belief. With the sounds of the universe, I proclaim, my soul shall not be slayed. I have made these prayers until the stroke of midnight. For several years as a young woman, I vowed and re-determined I would find a love that would create history. And a few minutes after midnight in 1992, Roberto proposed that we walk side by side toward impossible dreams for ourselves and our peoples.
And with our sacred Native keeping of the days, I make good on my responsibilities to all that gives life. I tie prayers, and sing them. Somewhere there is creation and the appearance of things. The life force is limitless.
The earth is too hard right now to dig my hands in her. Natural law holds that winter always turns to spring; our human lives also follow this law. Then, I can turn the earth over and help that which will be born and that which will return. Moon time, Morning Star and the Sun lead the ways. The Weaver drapes cotton on the Milky Way. From the four corners of the cosmic milpa of above, we create life. With sacred accounting, we will track the days of the Life Makers' cornfield.
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