Guanajuato. Us en route, the autobus twisting and a curving through the hills. Dust swirling in all open windows, dancing in rays of sunlight gleaming in from open roof hatch. Passage through dark stone tunnels. Arrival in a new town nestled in the crevice of the dry hills. Perfect even weather. Monolith cathedrals a stones-throw distance from one another. Narrow cobblestone streets snaking between multi-color buildings so close to each other they obscure attempts at direction orientation. A little room on the planta baja behind the towering university. Poop in front of the door that multiplies like mitochondria, then disappears without a trace. The site of the beginnings of the Mexican Revolution. Climb to the statue and mirador for the nation’s hero. Medieval clothed musicians who lure you to buy tickets through public inclusive performances. A theme-less parade. We explored our heritage sister and I. We ate and drank to our heart’s content. We walked, and ate some more, and napped. At night we frequented the cantinas. Cantinas with menus dominated by mescal. La Inundación, El Incendio, La Chopería. Star dust children lounging in rustic rooms made of concrete and dark wood, azulejo bars. Speaking of the retrograding political climate of our country to the north. Two siblings mindful of the past, present and still-to-come. A string of moments in time. The culminations of 21 and 30 years respectively. A last meal at Truco 7. A trip to the place where flying starts and ends. Nuestra partida. Nuestra despedida. Te amo México.
El Paso murals of Segundo Barrio. Click here for a map of the locations of these murals. Such fine examples of Chicano art, laden with the struggles, beauty, culture and heritage of the border region. Also laden with massive amounts of occult symbolism. Check out the true meaning of the cross…
This next mural I really like. Notice the infinity symbol, meant to signify the interconnectedness of everything and also to show that time is not really linear as we experience it, except to those of us on this plane of low-vibratory existence. Notice the divine goddess, or sacred feminine entity sharing cosmic, infinite consciousness with the young girl. Or, maybe it’s an exchange or knowledge or the young girl is exhaling cosmic consciousness and the goddess is blessing it.
Comandanta Ramona from the EZLN, los Zapatistas. More political than symbolic, I hope everyone wakes up and takes a firm stance supporting the indigenous peoples of the world. I believe that the powers that be, the white (possibly alien) hands behind the scenes trying to rule the world for centuries have made a concentrated effort to extinguish the indigenous peoples of the world in an effort to ultimately extinguish their knowledge: of our true origins, about “star people”, that we are all connected, the holographic nature of the universe, the truth of plant spirit medicine and our relation to a living earth and all the smaller spirit beings connected to her.
More from the sacred feminine, divine goddess, mother earth here represented as a tree person, shown here sharing her light, the halo behind her head a long-used symbol used to denote that this is an enlightened being. I first noticed this in the art of the byzantine era, as seen in the art at the Haghia Sophia in Istanbul, Turkey. The halo, which now is depicted as a weird little gold ring atop the heads of Jesus and Saints, was originally a disk behind their heads to show their attainment of spiritual illumination.
The story of Guatapé Colombia by Motorcycle. First some backstory…
Shortly after I got back from Montreal, Quebec Canada, my friend and fellow traveler Sundal Roy paid me a visit in Austin. It was great hosting someone I met back during my year-long travels throughout Southeast Asia. She stayed a week and then headed on to Colombia for a Ayahuasca ceremony. As soon as she was gone, I was missing her presence, and itching to get out of the States again.
And so a week later I had bought a ticket to Medellin to meet her. We were only in Medellin a couple days before we decided to get out of the big city. I rented a motorcycle and we headed to a little town called Guatapé about two hours away. We had rode around having adventures on motorcycles since back in Vietnam, again in Austin and now in Colombia. I had heard that it was a beautiful spot, lake country with lush green hills and plenty of relaxation to be had. The reports didn’t do the region justice.
Rolling in on the motorcycle was top notch. The roads a good quality. We snaked up and down through the small hills and valleys until we reached Guatapé. We found our hotel that we procured on Airbnb, and nice room with lots of light.
The next several days were very much the same. We took rides to smaller neighboring towns San Rafael and the several spots to swim around that town. One area had a nice waterfall and we jumped off a rock into the churning water below. What was supposed to be a 2-day stay in Guatapé turned out to be 5. It was that relaxing. One afternoon we scaled Piedra el Peñol, a black rock of which no one knows the origin. It is the third biggest in world behind Pao de Azucar in Rio de Janeiro and another in Uruguay. I spoke to an older gentleman who like me, suggested it was not of this planet. We rented a little foot-paddle boat and toured the lakes. We hired a boat to take us to one of Pablo Escobar’s getaway houses, which had been bombed after his death by the government and members of rival organized crime groups.
By the time the week was over, we had done a lot. Also, a lot of synchronicities were taking place. Our previous friendship started blossoming into a romantic relationship. I felt the universe’s hand at work, guiding me to share my energy and my heart with this woman. I almost always let my spirit, my intuition guide me. Every time I’ve let my rationality or logic override what my spirit tells me, I paid a price. So, I try to let it carry me through life’s paths. I’m not to sure where this path is taking me, but it is for my good and to help me realize my dreams, and so it is good. Aho!