Legends Way

It’s July 4th in the capitol city.

Fireworks pop outside the window of my office at the [L+R} Founder House and I contemplate, deeply, the series of events that have unfolded over the past month at the midpoint of 2023, in this siddhi of Austin, Texas.

Exodus from Sunset Valley

One month ago, somewhere: The young shaman is granted permission to conclude chapter. Loading faithfully a signal to and from the stars that the era of change was upon Us.

So I too, was on the move — from an apartment that had shaped me, into the house of a trusted messenger, co-founder, and big brother M.

The definition of bittersweet is this: wrapping up years (3 here) in a place where you’ve grown up and died and been reborn, a space with synergetic affinity that has played its part. That flowing forest-facing 2nd floor getaway where I escaped during covid, with big sister M, with the cats, birds, the snake, willingness to learn, and Keys to healing.

The healing house a half mile from the creek humans dried up, the forest bridge running next to the superconductor of humans called Mopac.

The place we left was a zen sanctuary with the number 124 on the door.

124: Significant for multiple reasons.

Mathematically, 124 is an untouchable number, meaning that it is not the sum of proper divisors of any positive number.

It is a stella octangula number, the number of spheres packed in the shape of a stellated octahedron. It is also an icosahedral number.

There are 124 different polygons of length 12 formed by edges of the integer lattice, counting two polygons as the same only when one is a translated copy of the other.

124 is a perfectly partitioned number, meaning that it divides the number of partitions of 124. It is the beginning of a geometric sequence. It is the morning after 123.

If you start at 0, and breathe 124 times, you get to 1… 2… 3!

[Left + Rite} was born here!

Something about the spacetime — sweet, silent, serving sunrises sought in solemn and smiling solitudes, and signaling to sit with the self to wake up the soul that had once touched spirit. Emergences and echoes from the ether that coincided with the real-world discoveries and occurrences that spoke to and through us. Music, movement, mistakes, my mother, mosques, memories made over these past 3 years to refine character and hang up values on the walls. Dreams about what to ask a superintelligence, the chemical cocktails of a flow state, yoga and the existence of Oracles, the neocortex and the rest of brain humming sweetly, swiftly stepping up the staircase called anagoge.

Recursive relevance realization was the vehicle that had been named. Thanks, John from Toronto.

Close my eyes and called out to the great spirit of innovation.

Speak to me in the future past and to ancestors in the mind temple.

Alhamdulillah (Thank God) and ask for guidance, and His will on Earth as in Heaven.

This track from the forest bridge below, where the sun greeting the world.

I turned in those Camden keys and reframed a June exodus in the Texas sun to an extended sauna session with my brother.

It would not have happened without my younger brother — who was instrumental, supporting with strength, stamina, and an increasingly elevated mood and authenticity. Growing into his 21 years, that pivotal age. Driving from Houston to help carry the mission, creatively unique with a gift for design, the epitome of loyalty and a love still learning to (be) express(ed). This is surely a generative space to keep an eye on, a younger, and therefore, more native, digital native.

12 friends capped off move-in day on boat in lake Travis. It was the fitting end to a chapter. Co-founder M, the captain as per usual.

Living with Big Brother M: Part II

N + M came into contact at College Station, and co-existed at the Campus Village, while taking courses at Texas A&M University. The learnings where therefore forged in Aggie spirit, sweat, and blood. The understanding that stems from growing up with an Indian father immediately created that mutual understanding, and set the stage for continued friendship and an Austin reunion. This was enhanced by mutual interests, a [batman + robin}-esque approach to networking and modus operandi. Not to mention… certain experiences that force one, or two, or a family of questions about the nature of reality and what are we here to [do + be}?

Sources are said to have whispered to the shaman that the founders had been sent to the house at Legends Way to unpack, move, be still, pray, and create something worthy of the values they ascribed to, in the name of God the most merciful, most compassionate.

The day of the move, and for the following week, a new-found friendly feminine spirit stayed at the Founder House, visiting from Miami. She undoubtedly knew about L+R. But she didn’t probe, instead selecting to augment social and relational baselines in a more subtle way. Something to be said about someone who attracts high-vibrational humans to enter their circle.

It speaks of growth, the nature of which we can account for in infinite ways. That’s to say, just because someone hasn’t been through the same things as you, doesn’t mean they haven’t learned similar lessons, had just as profound insights, through their own unique path.

Conversations with my roommate could span hours, as did the FIFA marathons. I love each and every minute. That’s brotherhood.

Father’s Day

I was getting used to being a daddy again. Alora the Maine Coon and Sansa the Boa Constrictor moved in with me into the Founder House.

Father’s day this year will be etched into my soul forever.

I didn’t have the privilege of seeing mine this year during the holiday due to some last minute health symptoms that kept him in the town of hues. Are we getting to that point — “were mortality comes into question?” The answer was resounding, and it was one of those that takes serious unpacking, but therein is the opportunity, to reconnect to something greater.

You see, on Father’s day 2023, my grandfather in Colombia, mi abuelito Eduardo, endured a heart attack. And then a fatal stroke.

He was paralyzed on the entire right side of his body by the time the ambulance got to the hospital.

Consciousness slipped away from his body later that night, several hours after the father’s day message on WhatsApp showed as delivered. His last words to me were full of love. The day before, his youngest daughter had gotten married. Scripted?

There is something ridiculously poetic about it.

Apparently the elderly are known to time their transition to the next lives on or rite after weddings, but of course you never think it would happen to your family.

Not on the day we honor Dads.

Sure it’s a made up holiday, but then everything is made up, the words, the shapes of the symbols we use every day, actually it’s ridiculous to console someone by saying “that’s not real anyway”. Nothing is — meaning is what you make of it.

The following day I had off work, so I spent it with my sister processing and meaning-making together. I conducted a candle-lit ritual and prayed for abuelito’s safe flight through the galaxy to wherever that sliver of soul was sent to next, with the guidance of the angels.

om ami dewa hrih

I was aware of the enhancement of my own processing speed — and how it had increased since I last processed a death. The tears rolled down effortlessly and quickly and naturally. I instantaneously reframed that my grandfather had actually woken up now, and focused on the values I would uphold in honor of the Father of my Mother.

The Reframe

A [L+R} moment and realization as I intuitively felt, with vivid and ethereal conviction, that now more than ever before, my Colombian grandfather knew who I am. As his genetic replicating machine whirred to a standstill, and entropy caught up to do its decomposition work in this physical realm, the spiritual ocean had received one more drop. Blood of my blood had rejoined the grand unifying balancer upon which all of this simulation is based upon. My source, the code in me was lighting up like a beacon as I read the Word, realized what was relevant, and the forest and the birds and the insects agreed. It’s plausible that with the extinguishing of the flame elsewhere, part of my receiver had just come online for the first time.

It is within our reach to channel our ancestors, if we humbly harness enough power in this direction. It takes radical empathy, the building of a mental model oriented towards truth, and channeling an otherworldly feeling of love. That love which existed first in order for you to exist, without which, you wouldn’t. Allegedly, of course.

We’re here now, aren’t we?

Really understanding has a sobering, existential effect. Internalizing meaning in life is an important step in reconnecting and calibrating the universe to your side.

More and more I feel called to do something different with my career and life, to carve out my own path least travelled and trust in the philosophy of mind that is [L+R}, building on this fledgling neo-shamanistic lens that it’s the interplay between opposites, this binary balance that is inherently good — and to cultivate and refine the messaging around where science and spirituality intersect, in order to perpetually craft a better tomorrow.

That’s what abuelito would want. Que descanse en paz.

I still recognize myself from a month ago, but conviction has gone up.

I love you all.