Quetzal

 

 

Friends,

I would like to change the name of this precious collective from Shamanic Meditations to just "Quetzal."

 

A few reasons guiding my vision, mi vista. is, one; the Quetzal is deemed by many as the most beautiful bird, and, after all, is that not the endeavor we take when walk the path called shamanic, refining who we are to that vibrating open spaciousness filled with the presence of love in co creation with all the realms?

 

Also, there is a conversation about the eagle and the condor flying together. North and South America and yet it is through that most abundant of corridors that the two Continents and civilizations are united. Meso America Central America. Anthropology bears out the ongoing exchange between civilizations through art, rituals, customs found in "Snake Island."

 

However, what makes this renaming a more salient recalibration for me is that the rich and complex history of Meso America is one where identity is based on Hybridity, Mestizaje, a glorious intercivilizational off spring of European, African, Asian, Middle Eastern, Indian, and Indigenous Imaginariums ever fertile.

 

We, who participate in this group, are descendants of immense couplings both material and spiritual that continue to take place even now with our practices and offerings. We are one yet multiple in our various "bodies." We are part of a living lineage that we nourish and evolve and it with us.

 

So, philosophically and experientially, my sense is that the Quetzal is the exalted avian symbol of the passage between ancient wisdoms and emergent contemporary ones as well.

 

We represent that.

 

What sayeth, ye? 

 

So, if someone asks you about lineage or seeks authentication of your prowess, you can, if you so choose, to always truthfully say that your lineage is of the Great Quetzal and sing a flower song of the above.

 

This one given to me at night by a waterfall inside a cave.