In the morning I make the rounds in the garden, make an offering of seeds to the birds and squirrels, and throw a handful of cornmeal to “feed the thousands.” The tomato plant was heavy with green ones and one peachy orange. I harvested 8 to make way for more to grow. There were two well-grown cucumbers that seemed to appear overnight, a jalepano pepper, and another variety I hadn’t seen were setting on. I enjoy the morning watering when the flowers sing, putting off their sweet aroma at the offering.
There was more than I could use before they would spoil. I knew I could share with my neighbors from Guatemala. For some reason I resisted the thought. The last time I shared a memorial offering after their dog, Gucci died, their sacred exchange was an offering to mow my yard for the rest of the Summer. I realized the hesitation was the thought of what they may feel obligated to give back.
Does anyone else hesitate to give? Sometimes it feels embarrassing. That can only be the ego. I had gathered an offering to leave on their front porch. I pushed past the feeling that didn’t make any sense and carried out what could only be a good thing.
I had yet to offer my morning prayers, light the candles and burn the incense. Yesterday was a hard day, (11 Flint/ETZNAB on the Mayan calendar). There were so many matters on my mind. I didn’t know what to say, what to do, or how. Flint is the day when a Divine Truth is meant to break through, and often a stressful day. I waited, but the burden wasn’t lifted by Sunset. My last thought for the day was “it was all more than I could do.” I remembered in my final prayers to still Count the Blessings of Time that I know has a Divine Meaning and Purpose to God’s ends.
I celebrated the date, July 1, 2022, as I began the morning meditation. I remembered a scripture that had noted a month and day. “Maybe the Bible has something to say about the seventh month and the first day,” I thought.
The Feast of Trumpets
1 “On the first day of the seventh month, you are to hold a sacred assembly, and you must not do any regular work. This will be a day for you to sound the trumpets. 2As a pleasing aroma to the LORD, you are to present a burnt offering of one young bull, one ram, and seven male lambs a year old, all unblemished,”
Tomorrow is the Ascension of Consciousness by the Time written on the Tzolk’in, Human’s calendar of creation. The Truth is written in a new Seed of our Self, for what we will become in the new human orbit of 260 days. I remembered the Truth I DID know yesterday was “I Can’t.” I remembered what I forgot and couldn’t see.
Ascension is carried out by a Divine Agency. Wait on the Lord to see what only God can do.
Psalm 123:2 KJV
“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.”
Today, the Tzolk’in date is 12 Storm/CAUAC. The meaning and purpose is to run for Sanctuary, as every Storm calls us to do. The 12th Tone/Sound/Vibration is a Day of our Highest Understanding. 12 Storm/CAUAC represents the highest understanding before the Ascension of the Tzolk’in round, 13 Sun/AHAU. 13 is the symbol of Answered Prayers, and Sun is the Omega, the Supreme Lord of Creation and the Guardian of ALL Time, from the beginning to the End. Gabriel will blow his Horn for All to Hear, See, and Know. God WILL offer a Divine Revelation in the Perfect Time to Know. 13 Sun/AHAU is the “day of no shadows” and God’s Zenith Light upon the Whole of Humanity.
See the Truth that simple things we are Divinely Inclined to do, ARE the quiet callings within that we are humbled to do. The Elders always said, “It’s never about what you can do. But, Will you Remember?