Category Archives: Tzolkin

10-Imox: Another Time (22 August 2020)

Born 10-Imox: Janis Joplin, Woody Harrelson, Kobe Bryant, Bryant Gumbel, Tilda Swinton, Martin Gore (Depeche Mode), Vladimir Vysotsky, David Kelly (Waking Ned), Clémence Poésy, Jean Houston, Kenneth Johnson, Xavi

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“Tomorrow never happens. It’s all the same fucking day, man.” – Janis Joplin (10-Imix) taken from “Ball and Chain” (1967)

Today, most people regard time as something straightforward and mystery-free. To know time one must simply consult a Gregorian calendar to know the day of the week, month and year, and a calibrated clock to know one’s more minute temporal location.

Based on these accurate and explicit technologies, society as a whole functions, be it on the micro-level of me setting up an appointment with you, or on the macro-level of global on-time shipment of industrial raw materials.

So have we got time pinned down? Is this all there is to say about it? Are there other aspects of time that the mechanical calendar/clock tool-set cannot gauge or assist in understanding, let alone controlling? Dimensions of time that require an altogether different set of ‘tools’?

The subjective experience of waiting for something can draw time on, like being in a prison cell. When everything’s great and I’m happy, time means nothing. It simply flies by. When I’m late submitting my work as agreed upon, time flies again, but this time against me.

The ancient Greeks and Mayans knew something very important about time; something that has been long forgotten.

All roads begin in Greece

The Greek god Chronos represents physical/mechanical time. The kind of time you and I can measure and agree upon to organize a party. Like many other ancient gods, Chronos was known by several names, and depicted in several variations when sculptured: ‘Father time’, ‘Saturn’, ‘Death’, ‘The Grim Reaper’. Common items associated with Chronos were his hourglass and his scythe.

Father Time combing the hair of the Maiden

The hourglass has a finite number of grains in it, that fall at a steady rhythm from the top sphere to the bottom one. When the last grain falls, Chronos uses his sharp scythe to cut the line of life and bring eternal death.

Chronos’s ‘spiritual brother’-in-time was Kairos. On his feet he wore winged sandals, so rather than sitting or standing behind a maiden like Chronos, he was on the move constantly (like the Road Runner). He bore no weapons, save the razor on which scales were balanced, and his head was half-shaven.

Kairos is sacred time. He is opportunity and ripeness. If I’m tuned into Kairos –figuratively grabbing him by his frontal ponytail – he becomes my ally and friend. At my side, Kairos’ gift is intuition and a heart connection; what’s also called ‘gut feeling’ or ‘hunch’.

Kairos balancing the scales on a razor

And what means do I have to become Chronos’s friend? He reigns supreme and answers to no-one. He loves and keeps his ‘peerless’ position going. In other words – he’s nobody’s friend. Even when he comes to claim your life he’s never nice. Like the mechanical contraptions that follow his rhythm, his unitary intent on uniformity and certainty leaves no room for mystery or subjective interpretations of time, and so much of the experienced and natural world remains unaccounted for.

Chronos asks: “what time is it?” To which woman replies, very accurately and unequivocally, using the calendar and watch she has developed to describe natural regularities just to herself. Her accuracy is Chronos’s scythe.

Kairos asks an altogether different question: “am I on time?” or “am I early or late?” While the same tools can provide a straight answer in some cases, in more profound cases and levels certainty can never be achieved.

Was I on time becoming a father? Am I late in kicking my destructive habit? Am I pushing my son prematurely? How long must I endure until I’ll finally be rid my chronic ache?

Chronos is the cerebral and reason-oriented approach, which is complemented and countered by the more elusive, experience- and emotion-based mojo of Kairos.

The flip-side story

Time-keeping and the deep study of Time are world-known hallmarks of the Mayan heritage.

The Haab calendar is the Mayan equivalent of our Gregorian calendar. It measures the tropical (sun-based) year of 365 days, but instead of being divided into 12 months of various lengths, it consists of 18 months, each lasting exactly 20 days, with an additional ‘mini’ month (Wayeb’) lasting 5 ‘nameless’ days at the very end of the calendar.

The Haab is a civilian calendar, primarily facilitating the planning and execution of agricultural, financial, and administrative activities. It is crucial, but unlike the calendar most of the world uses, it doesn’t stand alone, and was never meant to.

Sacred time is kept (and not measured) by the 260-day Chol’qix (or Tzolkin). A personal time-map containing a distinctly human frequency. What makes this ‘calendar’ (for lack of a better word) unique and peerless is the fact that it measures a human activity (gestation) and cannot be calibrated. It measures a sacred Adam-and-Eve rhythm, which is not based on celestial movements. When tuned into this frequency, the more acute questions of Kairos timing, which are subjective and personal, can finally be viewed through the right glasses.

My intention is not to draw direct correlations between two, very different systems and cultures. Chances are Kairos was not a household name in the Yucatan peninsula, but it’s certain that time meant a great many things to the indigenous people living there. The liberating fact for me is that we can experiment and measure time in many ways, and that there is no one true and precise answer to time’s questions.

13-Kan (17 July 2020): Bush Laden

Born 13-Serpent: Heath Ledger, Sylvester Stallone, Jodie Foster, Mark Wahlberg, Omar Sharif, George W. Bush (43rd US president), Osama bin Laden, Ted Koppel

Winter's Terror

“I cannot believe in God when there is no scientific evidence for the existence of a supreme being and creator.” – Jodie Foster (13-Kan) As quoted in Calgary Sun (2007), and sounding a lot like Dr. Eleanor Arroway

When I concern myself with issues beyond my own power to affect, let alone control, my experience is helplessness. With so many things happening, I feel obliged to remain attached to the media tit. Determined not to be left out of current affairs, figures, and circumferences.

I then discuss the same serious and fateful subjects I sucked off my tube with my colleagues. Being in the office cafeteria makes the talk all the more grim. Walking back to my cubicle, I am a passive victim of circumstances, parking my ass in front of the work tube.

When I make a point of focusing exclusively on the matters in which I have the most effect and control, I have a different experience. Instead of despair and being small there’s something practical to do, and to discuss concretely. I begin to expand beyond the confines of a small room. I realize my neighbors and community value my input; that the separation being plugged in the main stream is an illusion.

When discussing conspiracy theories, and the possibility of a secret cabal running the show, Terrance McKenna (born 3-Tijax) said he was sure absolutely no one was in control. Whatever might seem like foresight and strategic planning is sheer chaos in reality. A storm of conflicting interests with no puppet master.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around that.

Winter’s terror

The United States declared independence on the Tzolkin date 9-Aj (refer to my ancient post: 1-Chicchan trecena). So, today these two related sun-signs (Serpent and Reed) meet again, but in reverse.

To find that President Bush and Bin-Laden shared the same Tzolkin birthday really got my attention a few years ago. Bush is the 8th US president to have his birthday on this trecena. I wonder if this record will be beaten. His father, BTW, President Bush senior, was born the very next day in the Tzolkin – 1-Kame.

In other words – close, but no cigar.

In quantum terms, whatever seems close can actually a world apart.

The sun-sign Aj seems to have a lot in common with the United States. Heck, even President Obama was born on 9-Aj!

… and what’s this hang-up I have with presidents and politicians, anyway? Time to get off the authority trip. Time for a change.

So the last day of the Tzolkin Fall is 13-Kan, which is a divine flavor of fluidity, with an unreal scent for drama – directly contrasting our point of origin (1-Aj, the unitary steel pipe).

… and Moses remained on mount Nebo, and watched his flock cross the Jordan into the promised land.

5-Noj (9 July 2020): Mindfield

Born 5-Noj: Byron Katie, Fernando Torres, (The Cure’s) Robert Smith, Demi Moore, Michael J. Fox, Nikos Kazantzakis, (Astronaut) Michael Collins, Elliot Gould, Gilda Radner

5-Caban

“Jimi Hendrix changed my life. Each generation influences the following one and as a consequence brings it back to the past.” – Robert Smith (5-Caban) venerating Hendrix (9-Lamat, previous trecena)

As a father, I watch my young children and reflect on my own upbringing and younger years. How it was back then compared to our current confusing era, in sync and in step with each passing year.

The differences are numerous and vast. But one in particular is closely related to today’s nawal: Noj.

It was fairly early in my earthly tenure, when I first learned from my teachers to assign to my own intuition its proper, benign role in life. I was born into a secular, irreligious society that has long since relegated intuition to something you should either keep to myself, or share only with those who care to listen.

Some walks of life in My West still found this basic human ability useful and worthwhile, like detective work, music and art in general, the priesthood, and animal care-taking. But somehow, somewhere along the road, intuition got a bad rap, and was henceforth seldom picked for the team.

The ones that were picked for the team were not considered peripheral by any parameter. They were Logic, Organization, Analysis, Precision, and Division (captain).

This meant that, if I wished to be successful, I had to be good in math, to think, ponder, consider, and analyse as much as possible, to make sound, explainable decisions, based on unbiased observation, and to categorically leave intuition out of serious matters.

For me personally, I know today that this conditioning proved debilitating. In many ways, I’m still reeling from it. Its voice often speaks louder than my better, more delicate judgments. But now it is exposed and more easily spotted. I’ve slowly and meticulously exercised my intuition back into shape. I’m out of rehab, every day increasing my trust in this priceless birthright appendage of mine.

And I use every chance to show my children how never to lose it in the first place.

Brains vs. Brawn

Nawal Noj is related to divination. According to Ken Johnson, on Noj days people traditionally went to seek advise from their community day-keepers and divination practitioners. Noj is also associated with thought and (like its year-bearer counterpart Iq) good ideas.

Obviously, to practice these arts one must trust their intuition, and customize their readings to each visitor on the spot. They live their days learning about people, relationships, and the world.

On the flip side, Noj types (especially men) are notorious for having a cerebral bias. Very few of them have patience for spiritual stuff like astrology, hunches, and anything insubstantial.

Somehow, where I find division on one level, the Tzolkin abides in harmony on another level.

The mind as master constantly plays tricks on me. Showing me certainty where more questions beg. Proving repeatability in the midst of quantum chaos. Talking and  debating where silence and a hug are wiser.

The mind as friend is an altogether different story.