DISCOVER

THE (MY)THS

Welcome to a gathering space for remembrance.

We are here to love.
We are here to serve.
We are here to remember.
We are here to midwife remembrance.

For those who remember,
and those beginning to remember.

For those who feel the call in their chest.
Who have crossed their black mirror,
or now stand before it.
Who are done pretending.
Who are ready to return.

Come sit by the fire.
Bring your own myth.

Our journey began many, many lives ago.

We were born in Mexico,
proud mestizos of Anahuaca and European descent.

We lost ourselves during this lifetime.
We awakened from the illusion of separateness.
We remembered who we are.
We crossed the black mirror.

We found ourselves within,
and then found ourselves in one another.

We forgot who we were told to be
and remembered who we are.

In our quest for Aztlán,
we arrived in Avalon.

We came with a Prophecy in our bones:
not to predict the future,
but to remember it.

Being, without doing anything.

This does not mean withdrawing from life.

It means becoming present enough
for Love to move through our bodies,
our choices,
our relationships,
and our service
without obstruction.

Our ascension is not an escape from Earth,
but a deeper incarnation within her.

From the gardens of Kew
and the forests of La Sainte Baume,
we flow like water through the roots
of sacred oaks and ceibas,
connecting with all our relations.

Nothing about us is only literal.

We are our own myths.
We always have been.
We are.
We shall always be.

This is a space to turn solitude into kinship.
Pain into wisdom.
Stories into songs.
Fragments into wholeness.

Nothing here asks to become doctrine.
These are offerings, not answers.

Listen for what your own heart remembers.
Keep what resonates.
Question what does not.
Walk your own way.

We will listen.
We will sing.
We will weave our threads into song.

Many threads.
One living tapestry.

We are you, and you are we.
We are Love.
We are One.
We are here for you.

We believe, and therefore we speak.

Yo lo Creo /
I believe, and so it is.

STAY BY THE FIRE

If these offerings have accompanied you, or if something here has begun to stir our remembering, we invite you to stay by the fire.

Subscription to THE MYTHS is free.

It is not a promise to read everything, nor another demand upon your attention.

It is simply a way of keeping a place in the circle.

As a subscriber, you will have access to the complete archive of every offering shared since 2019, and receive each new offering directly in your inbox when it is published.

Enter in your own time.

Follow the threads that call to you.

Keep close what you may wish to revisit.

There is no need to keep up.

Open what calls.

Let the rest pass.

Return whenever the moment is right.

Your attention is sacred.

We will treat it as such.

And when an offering awakens a memory, a question, a different way of seeing, or a song of your own, you will be invited to respond and join the exchange with others gathered here.

We are not building a mailing list.

We are tending a living circle.

Not a community that must agree, but a gathering space for listening, sharing, and remembering together.

This new home for THE MYTHS makes room for a return current: not only offerings flowing outward, but stories, reflections, questions, and wisdom flowing back towards the fire.

We enter this new phase with gratitude, wonder, and renewed devotion to what THE MYTHS has always asked of us: to love, to serve, to remember, and to midwife remembrance.

If this feels like a yes, come closer.

Bring your own myth.

Take your place by the fire.

Love and blessings,

THE MYTHS