Hello sweet soul,
Today is 1 Iq’—the first breath. Air, wind, spirit, and the carrier of every message that wants to reach you. A new thirteen-day cycle opens today and runs through the 13th, and I want to tell you how mine began, because it began before I was out of bed.
I’m going to do this differently than usual. Normally I’d show you a beautiful altar and walk you through it object by object. Today I want to show you a morning instead.
The passage before
First, I need to share that my last thirteen days (the trecena of Toj) were brutal.
I was at the sacred fire, forced within. Not forced, exactly—because I choose this. I choose to follow what I hear, to follow the energy of a moment, and that choosing is its own kind of force. But it asked everything of me. I laid out my offerings. I laid out my gratitude. I sat with my Soul and with my people in the multidimensional field, and I received: guidance, healing, reciprocity. Real reciprocity, the kind that goes both directions.
I did not sleep through much of it—not through the week of the eclipse, not through the retreat I held.
Yesterday was the last day, 13 Imox, the deep waters at their fullness. I went to a swimming pool and dunked myself and swam and moved my body through water for a long while. And then last night it rained. A hard rain, not a gentle one. All night, here in New Mexico.
The land was blessed. My home was blessed. I was cleansed.
What arrived in a dream
I went to sleep with the rain and I woke at five having slept close to eight hours, which is no small thing after the two weeks I’d had. And when I woke, I didn’t move.
I followed my own guidance—the very guidance I give to you. Because the ancestors and my spirit teams speak to me in many ways, and one of them is in the dream space.
There, I was given a vision. A prophetic one, for myself. A whole offering, a whole program, shown to me in full: the participants, the way we were arranged with one another around desks, the scope of it, the length of it, what we were discussing. All of it acted out for me, in so many ways, until I understood.
And it doesn’t feel like it’s arriving soon. It feels like a 2027 offering. Something further out than I can see the shape of yet.
So I documented it through audio in that moment. And I tucked it away, because I know I’ll return to it.
Maybe this month I’ll give it some shape and see what it looks like. Maybe I’ll build it an altar and see what it feels like to sit with it. Maybe I’ll explore what still needs to come alive in me before I can hold that room.
But I won’t force it forward. This is what living in sacred time actually looks like from the inside: something arrives fully formed, and its season is still years out, and you don’t drag it into a calendar that isn’t ready for it. You let it be traveling toward you.
The morning itself
Then I got up.
I boiled water and made Cacao. I also made a very large cup of chai—which is what I crave the moment the seasons begin to turn. They haven’t really turned yet. It’s still hot in the day here. But the mornings have started to cool, and my body knows before the weather does.
Then I heard the call to walk through my home and light a candle in every room. A piece of incense in every room. That’s what Iq’ literally asked of me. And as the light came up, I opened all my doors and let the wind rush straight through the house—letting what was simply be moved.
It’s the wind of a changing season. It feels the way going back to school felt when you were young—fresh notebooks, fresh pens, a brand new Trapper Keeper. (I’m telling you my age with that one.) That particular charge of a clean page and a year that hasn’t happened yet.
Then I did my invocation with Cacao:
I call in East Air, South Fire, West Water, North Earth. The heart of the sky, and the heart of the earth, and the midpoint that connects them in my heart, where my Soul is the bridge.
I call in ether—the spaciousness in which this whole speaks.
I call in my spirit team, my angels, and my ancestors who wish to be healthy, whole, healed, forgiven, and who wish to forgive.
I call in the Mayan Sacred Calendar, and the energy of 1 Iq’. And I call in the spirit of Cacao.
In calling in Iq’, I call in all that wishes to move me over these next thirteen days. Words. Wisdom. Messages. Synchronicities. Ideas. Concepts.
Think of it as the Eight of Wands. Everything in flight at once, everything arriving.
I am inviting the world to move me. I am inviting the world to shift whatever wishes to be shifted. And I am inviting the world to tell me about it.
The egg
What I did next is a cleansing practice I’ve been learning, and before I describe it I want to say clearly: go through a fair amount of study with any practice you want to take up. Learn where it comes from. Learn what it asks. Don’t take a thing up because you read about it in someone’s letter on a Tuesday morning. ☺️
The ancestors have invited me to cleanse myself and others for years and I also have done some study of it, within my own lineage and with others.
But this practice always heals me. It’s better when someone else does it on me but, no matter, it always relieves whatever is on my back, on my shoulders, whatever has been pushing at me or weighing me down.
I took an egg out of the fridge last night and left it to come to room temperature. This morning I stood outside in the sunrise in my nightgown, egg in hand, and invited it to cleanse me.
I started at my head. Cleanse me. Down the sides of my head—and as I did, my left ear started ringing, which is a signal, so I stayed there longer. All over my face. Cleanse me. Up and down my neck. Across my shoulders, my back, my chest, my belly. My lower back. My legs.
Then back to the places that asked for more. The base of the back of my neck, which was tender—very tender. Remove anything that is not meant for me. Time for you to go. My heart. My belly again. The back of my neck once more.
Right-size me.
The crows came while I was doing it. The sunrise kept getting pinker.
Then I filled a glass with room-temperature water, cracked the egg into it, and watched. It went all the way to the bottom—which, for me, means the release was complete, that what needed to go went. The water had a yellow cast to it, and that told me something too: there are still stored emotions in me waiting to be released. I sprinkled a little salt over the top. I disposed of it properly, and sealed up the trash to take out.
And then I went back to bed. Back to the place I started, a little lighter. I finished my Cacao. Today, I rest and I ground, and I may take a bath.
I feel alive with the way I spent this morning. In reverence to this body. To this Soul. To the energy that is holding me.
What I’ll be listening for
Over the next thirteen days I will pay very close attention to the messages I receive.
Like the one in the dream. Like the one from the bird outside. Like the one in the wind that blew through my home. Like the wisdom that came through the tone of the light—the luster on the clouds after a night of hard rain.
They come from everywhere. That is the whole nature of Iq’. Breath and air and spirit, and every message riding on it.
And here is the thing I most want you to hear: you have a team doing this for you, too. Not just me. You. There are ancestors and guides who have been trying to reach you—through your dreams, through the timing of things, through the person who said the exact sentence you needed on the day you needed it.
Most of us were never taught to notice. That is all. Not that we can’t hear. That nobody ever showed us what listening was supposed to feel like.
So I’ve made that easier. Alongside my 60-minute Ancestral Mediumship sessions, I’ve added a 30-minute session—not a lesser version, just a shorter door. I did it to make this easier: not only easier to work with me, but easier for you to actually hear from your own multidimensional spirit team. Because not everyone needs a full hour to receive what’s waiting. Sometimes you need one question answered. One voice confirmed. One thing you’ve been quietly sensing for years finally put into words by someone else so you can stop wondering whether you made it up.
You didn’t make it up.
The fire inside this cycle
On Tuesday, September 8—8 Toj—we gather at The Altar for a Cacao ritual and guided meditation.
Toj is the sacred fire. Offering and reciprocity: payment made, blessing received. And 8 is harmony and wholeness, the scales come to rest. So 8 Toj is the fire made even—and it sits right in the heart of this cycle of breath and spirit. The flame held inside the wind. The flame that allows the winds to change you.
If you’d like to be at the fire with us, The Altar is where we gather—the Cacao ritual on the 8th, a collective ancestor reading on the 25th, this month’s transmissions, and everything already in the archive.
Your own thirteen days
I thank everyone who has been with me this morning—not only my guides and my spirits, but you, for reading this far.
And I invite you in, if it feels good.
Find your own way of sitting with the wind, with the air, with the spirit that moves through you over these thirteen days. Open a door and let the house be moved. Light a candle in each room. Take the deep inhale, and the long exhale after it.
Then pay very close attention.
The world is trying to tell you something.
And so it is—Maltiox, Maltiox, Maltiox.
With love, Maggie
