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Tonal Nagual and the Invisible Rainbow

I found my body lying on a blanket of flowers, their various colors and shapes representing the bloodlines from which humankind was birthed. My soul wandered until it found tiny pinholes of void encircled by gray-blue irises hidden beneath the glowing eyelids dreaming me deeply into the heart center of the Void. It slowly tugged and pulled at my life, drawing me downward and then upward into the location where the force of light penetrates through the blood veins of every beating human heart. It captured my breath, holding me in a space consuming gravity where I watched souls become enslaved under the powers of the false god.

Somehow the body found a way to thrive in space, floating about that huge, black mass we see from earth. The twinkling stars began to move and dance, shooting from one place to another like moving chairs at a mad tea party. At the heart center was a moon-sun, a gentle flowing volcano with a fiery golden color having the power to infect the stars at any given moment, capable of not only changing their colors but also affecting the direction of their orbital pathways. Communication was governed by the force of light and the intensity of movement. This moment was as surreal as the forbidden thought of witnessing God in the commission of a sinful act.

A voice of power whispered from behind and slightly to my left, "The corporations are taking souls and turning them . . . building them into the people who can become the faces representing us."

I saw these very souls soaring in their respective orbits. Once in a great while a bell could be heard ringing from the eternal waters of the great Earth’s Seven Seas, resonating from within and all around creation. Suddenly time would slow to a still and a soul would become trapped in an hour glass, flipped on its side as the defeated turtle moving no further in existence. The soul of light became a ball of flesh, mirroring the flashing colors of the moon-sun. A human fetus began to quickly develop, soon growing into a corporate executive wearing a crisp white Polo dress shirt, black pinstriped trousers, and carrying a generic looking black leather briefcase filled with blank papers that for some reason had all the meaning in the world to this human.

The corporation, clever not to become caught in the details of things, only valued to enslave the quality of life experienced by the human who believed he was becoming the person who lived life for himself. The trap was in the weaver of words and the tongue-twisting tricks meant to trip up thinkers, writers, and speakers. Unfortunately this was all at the expense of the human attaining a truly deep evolution, an advancement that could feed the light of the soul buried deep beyond the flesh. Every act of power was sucked from the human, swallowed by the dark mass, and transferred into the voice of identified as "corporation"—an invisible creation of Law existing because a voluntary charter saw it as an entity having most of the rights as a natural person, but with enduring existence and limited accountability.

If anything the exchange is a reflection about loss, a blackout in consciousness leaving a catatonic brain fantasizing about profound experiences guised as victorious business wars meant to feed claim jumpers in the boxing ring of the corporate world. The dream walker, the body of the shaman slipping between dimensions, worlds, and realities, is the very shell protecting an awakened soul from becoming the sand contained within the hourglass of some-thing else’s time. When you awaken and recognize you are voyaging in the tonal, the place of illusion bound by space and time, you must fly as nagual in the non-material world. It is awakening the eyes to see the beautiful colors of an invisible rainbow.

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 Chuparrosa is a Dreaming Woman who inherited the sacred art of the ensueño (Dreaming) from the Yaqui Queen of Dreams, Heather Valencia. She has also been training and closely working with Koyote, a Toltec Man of Knowledge, integrating the art of invocation with her academic training in psychology. Chuparrosa works her dream weaving by unifying worlds and mystical visions, using her body and words to sensually integrate, rearrange, and transform.