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Mayan Heart Sacrifice
by Karuna

Dagger pierces expertly
Corazón firmly gripped
Ripped shockingly
Held Aloft
Blood salivating the chest
Heart throbbing the air
Warm and writhing

Victim conscious
First hand eye witness
Receives full blown
Impact of Truth
Into inner heart expanse
Sealing fate of
Initiate's passing

Writhing red pump
Energizes the Sun
Feeding great Pulse
Of galactic life
Heartless blue body
Weakened residue
Glorifies the Moon

From vacated cave
Soft & mellow dissolve
Great echo hisses
Raw energy ignites
Great wailing chords
Amplified, bellow
The mandate of God

True Heart bolts with
Electrical charge
Raw with rage
Potent with power
God commands all
With each great Jolt
Rips asunder nonsense
And suffers the Truth

The Pyramid of Fire

In 1961 the Lost Aztec Codex, Pyramid of Fire or Codex Matz-Ayauhtla, was acquired by beat poet

from a Mazatec Indian shaman who was a keeper of the ancient wisdom. Matz, enchanted and enthralled with Mexico, was seeking what he called Paititi (immortality). Don Daniel, the Mazatec shaman, had been waiting for him. He initiated Matz and revealed the ancient wisdom to him.

Pyramid of Fire, The Lost Aztec Codex, Spiritual Ascent at the End of Time: from page 11 of 13

1. There is an occult energy in the heart that comes from Tonatiuh, the Sun, and if man releases it, returning it consciously to the Sun, he becomes immortal. But to liberate this energy, sacrifice is necessary.

Man must sacrifice the desires and habits that he adores, sacrifice them in himself and turn the knife against the enemy that he carries within himself that keeps his heart a prisoner.

8 In recent times men still remembered these words, but they have now forgotten their significance. They have made enemies of other men to sacrifice them and tear out their hearts believing such offerings would propitiate Tonatiuh. Such is their degeneration,such is their superstition.

14 When fear unites with knowledge, terrible things are done.

15 It is the self within ourselves that we have to sacrifice. It is our own heart that has to be torn out of the false being and offered to the light.

18 May Xiuhtecuhtli, Lord of Fire, burn my false being,

May Itzli, Obsidian Knife liberate my heart.



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