18/06/2025
Dear Brave Souls, mis almas valientes. Please, as you wish, Read -- but do not enact til we have all sheaves put together in one place.
Read ONLY and have your thoughts about how you will fill this out when time comes. Soon.
PRAYER FOR ENTERING THE REALM OF ITZPAPALOTL
Now your turn dear brave soul:
Oh, reverent Itzpapalotl, Obsidian Butterfly, Mother of both the fragile whisper of birth and the profound silence of true endings,
I prepare to enter your sacred realm. I come not with a plea for easy passage, nor for a shielding from life's necessary truths, but with a heart open to your fierce and tender wisdom.
You who preside over the seasonal rhythms of existence, who understands the shedding of the old to make way for the new, I ask for your protective gaze as I seek to rebalance my life.
In this way
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I please ask you grant me the courage, under your watchful eye, to cut away what no longer belongs: the withered branches of old fears. Such as these
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the tangled vines of worn-out narratives,
Such as these
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the heavy stones of what was but can no longer be,
Such as these
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Please help me to acknowledge and embrace that endings are indeed endings, but/and not failures such as I may have flogged myself over--
Such as my sometimes-repetitive distortions like these
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Help me find my 100% in what ended or went awry, but laying down the draining burden of others’ 100% --for them to come to terms with by themselves, if ever.
My 100% may have looked like this… often from unawareness, naivete and/or misunderstanding my highest destiny, such as
These mis-steps
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Itzpapalotl please help me to see that endings are most often fertile ground for what is yet to be created, built, that is better--such as these things I’ve built over/on endings—over my own lifetime, some simple, some the opposite.
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As I step into this transformative space, I invoke your power to summon closer what is decent, good, and truly useful for the callings of my life on Earth. Which are these:
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May clarity guide my vision, purpose fuel my steps, and authenticity be my constant companion.
Help me please to summon especially these to my life:
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And if need be, please allow me with the feather soft touch of holy might,’ soften these aspects as needed, if needed.
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Great Protector of Mothers, you who cradle new life and guard the nascent spirit, please lend me your strength. To you, who tenderly watches over the souls of mothers who bring forth life, and if need be, shelter and lead the mothers who have passed in childbirth, and the little ones who touched this world but could not remain— into the land where they are now active in an entirely new way of Life itself.
Knowing your profound empathy for those transitions of life/death/life, I trust in your unwavering presence as I navigate my own balanced ways of life conduct.
May my spirit be as resilient as obsidian, reflecting truth without distortion, and as graceful as your butterfly wings, carrying me through this essential metamorphosis.
May my thoughts and actions be tender and soft like your feather fans,
and may I continue to offer myself to the sacred work of becoming, under your benevolent and formidable protection, ser humano, a true human being who remembers I am so, and who lives this out, without putting off nor forgetting to remember.
Itzpapalotl, I offer my humility especially, and my humanity, and my respect that I was one born, one who survived, and one who has set before him/ her/ them --this living set of sacred opportunities --to live in meaningful action and devotion, daily—
Meaning, to take notice of two worlds, and most especially from that perspective, to shelter and guide and build what can never be allowed to vanish from the face of this good earth.
Thank you, Holy Mother of our Ancestors.
Mil gracias Battle Angel.
Muchisimas gracias most excellent Mariposa.
Thank you, sacred Mother, Itzpapalotl,
dear carrier of the sacred apothecary
AND the sacred armory--
who shows us how to walk in balance…
Ah, dearest Obsidian Butterfly…
Aymen
Aymen
Aymen
[and a little woman]
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This comes dear dearlings, with no lack of love.
Tomorrow, or next day, the next music will arrive, to go with these two staves so far.
Be well and know I lift you in prayer daily. By name.
dr.e
