Casual Conversation

[serloco]

The nagual used to laugh at me sometimes, because together we would create these precious things, gems of awareness and knowledge, and be rich in spirit. I would be standing in the tonal, strong, confident, and holding my trophies of power and then the nagual would appear and I would drop every one of them to the ground, as if they were no longer anything at all. eventually I found a balance and a trusting relationship between life and death. I learned to cross over and retain activity, even resurrect it again. I found the power of my independance, the power of my life, my command, even over and through death. I weeded my garden and found no more seeds of that kind planted.