Sociedad Mexicana y Nican-tlaca — para Restaurar lo Sagrado de la Vida.
The Mexican Tribe at ANUS.com is a data source that concerns itself with the Mexicano/Chicano and Indigenous peoples (Nican-tlaca).
El universo es una dualidad de energía. Esta es constante. No puede ser destruida. La energía únicamente cambia de forma. Algunos de los estados en los que la energía puede existir son masa o luz. La masa puede ser llamada potencial, fría, sólida, etc. A la luz puede dársele el nombre de cinética, calida, fluida. Cuando nuestros abuelos vieron estos hermosos sucesos, percibieron que todo esta relacionado a unos u otros; Y así entendieron que todo en nuestro planeta también tiene estas dualidades incluyéndonos a nosotros mismos. Pues cada partícula en nuestros cuerpos fue alguna vez parte del naciente universo. Para ellos, nosotros los humanos no éramos alguna forma de seres extraterrestres. Sino que somos parte de esta energía y movimiento: el sistema solar. A su vez, el sistema solar es una molécula de nuestra galaxia, y nuestra galaxia del universo. Nuestros ancestros llamaron a este universo creador nuestro Ometeotl. Como resultado, los miembros de la comunidad del Anahuac obedecieron los ciclos que gobiernan nuestro planeta, todos los movimientos y reverberaciones que son Ometeotl.
The Tlamatinime stated, "We know on Whom life is dependent; on Whom the perpetuation of la raza depends; by Whom begetting is determined; by Whom growth is made possible; how it is that one must invoke; how it is that one must pray." The Sacred dimension has disappeared in our urban existence, thus many of our gente have become corrupt; on a crooked path astray from reverence for the whole of our mother earth, an irreplacable gift from the Creator. If the Traditions of Mexico are to thrive again in this age, if our next Sun is to rise, then our people must restore primacy to the One on Whom life depends — Ipalnemohuani — and learn once again how it is that one must invoke and how it is that one must pray.
Frithjof Schuon (1907-1998) was the foremost spokesman of the Perennial Philosophy in
the twentieth century and, along with René Guénon, is considered as the most important
figure of the Traditionalist or Perennialist school of thought. His interests covered a
large range of metaphysical and religious topics, providing insights on Christianity,
Islam, Hinduism, and Buddhism but also on the Native American traditions. It is
generally recognized that Frithjof Schuon had a special interest in the spiritual traditions
of the American Indians, but only some aspects of his relationship with them are well
known. Michael Fitzgerald has accepted to answer some of our questions about
unpublished aspects of Schuon’s relationship with the Plains Indians. Michael Fitzgerald
was the neighbor of Frithjof Schuon for 18 years. He has also written and edited six
books and produced two films on American Indian spirituality that are used in college
classes. He has taught university classes on religious traditions of North American
Indians and has attended sacred rites of the Crow, Sioux, Cheyenne, Shoshone, Bannock,
and Apache tribes. Fitzgerald is an adopted son of the late Thomas Yellowtail, one of the
most honored American Indian spiritual leaders of the last century, and is an adopted
member of the Crow tribe.
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Begin the song in pleasure, singer, enjoy, give pleasure to all, even to the Life Giver.
Delight, for the Life Giver adorns us. All the flower bracelets, your flowers, are dancing. Our songs are strewn in this jewel house, this golden house. The Flower Tree grows and shakes, already it scatters. The quetzal breathes honey, the golden quéchol breathes honey.
You have transformed into a Flower Tree, you have emerged, you bend and scatter. You have appeared before Ometeotl's face as multi-colored flowers.
Live here on earth, blossom! As you move and shake, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs are forever: I raise them: I, a singer. I scatter them, I spill them, the flowers become gold: they are carried inside the golden place.
Flowers of raven, flowers you scatter, you let them fall in the house of flowers.
Ah, yes: I am happy, I prince Nezahualcoyotl, gathering jewels, wide plumes of quetzal, I contemplate the faces of jades: they are the princes! I gaze into the faces of Eagles and Jaguars, and behold the faces of jades and jewels!
Not forever on earth, only a brief time here! Even jades fracture; even gold ruptures, even quetzal plumes tear: Not forever on earth: only a brief time here!
We will pass away. I, Nezahualcoyotl, say, Enjoy! Do we really live on earth?
