Today is My Mayan Birthday: 2 Tijax
Today is My Mayan Birthday: 2 Tijax
The ancestors send birthday messages, in their own magical way
In honor of my Mayan birthday (which is today, 2 Tijax or August 24), I’m sharing a few stories sparked by my ancestors and the sweetness of life. FYI: If you’d like to know your Mayan birthday, I offer readings.
During meditation the other day, I attempted to speak with the energy of 13 Ajmak (August 22) of the Mayan sacred calendar. This day has double meaning for me.
First, Ajmak represents the energy of forgiveness, for ourselves. When paired with the sacred number of 13, it represents forgiveness for and from our ancestors.
Second, 13 Ajmak happens to be a special energy surrounding my Mayan birthday. It represents the energy of my feminine side—artistry, creativity, intuition—as well as my relationship with my feminine ancestors. It’s a day on which I not only forgive and honor my feminine ancestors but I also ask them to support me.
Essentially, together, we sort of resolve some old stories and patterns in order for me to continue my ever unfolding journey of becoming.
As I meditated, I waited for any messages to rise from… anyone… like my ancestors, the energy of Ajmak, or just my own sweet soul. When nothing rose, I simply moved on with my day, assuming the ancestors had little to say or would find another way.
Later in the day, I had a beautiful call with my current mentor Amy Lea who specializes in my kind of business coaching, one that values coherence over hustle.
As I move through a period of refinement in my work, in my art, in my offering to the world, I sought out Amy to help me do business in a way that is even further guided by my soul.
I did this because I’m experiencing a few tests of my commitment to soul. This is a natural part of the process.
You see, when you’re inviting your soul to take the wheel in all the parts of your life, like I have, strange situations may come toward you in an effort to force your hand or question your deep intuitive knowing.
As these things come at me, I’ve been rooting into practices and people who help me further anchor into self-trust. Amy is one such sweet soul who can read my energy, hear the frequency in my voice, and reflect back what I most need to remember.
During our brief time working together, I’ve done a tremendous amount of work on refining my business with great ease.
For example, I’ve refined my offerings on We Are Magic and introduced the opportunity to hire me as a consultant at Maggie Battista. I closed down my audio membership in order to share my work and my writing with a wider audience through this Substack. I even restarted my podcast, We Are Magic, and have already released three new episodes.
And yesterday, she astutely reflected three core values back to me.
Amy said, “Three key pillars in your energy are artistry, depth, and intentionality. That’s how your energy feels to me.”
“That feels very validating,” I say. “Thank you.”
And I don’t quite know if I’m thanking Amy or the entirety of my feminine ancestors, who may be delivering this reminder through her.
When my mentorship call ends, my body swiftly puts on sneakers.
The mind knows that the way the puffy clouds dot the horizon means a rosy sunset is nigh. It is time to walk down to the harbor to catch the last bit of sun casting pink and gold beams across the sea and the sky.
But mind aside, it’s the body, the soul, that just moves me toward the water, instinctually, as if it is naturally where it wishes to be next.
For a while, I walk and photograph the color streaks while listening to music in my ears. And then, not far from where I stand, I see a golden figure of a woman.
The elder appears to be in her seventies, tanned from head to toe, with hair that looks like a puffy pile of stunningly golden straw.
I have seen this woman before. We have crossed paths diving into the sea just up the road. Neither of us are too afraid of colder waters so we pass each other quietly on the sand quite frequently.
But tonight, as the sun is making its last bow behind the harbor’s skyline, our eyes and smiles lock. I remove my earphones and make my way toward her.
She immediately beams and offers, “How lucky are we, that we get to see this!”
I nod, “We are lucky. It feels like our own bit of magic, just outside our doors.”
She introduces herself. Her name is Ray and she is from the Soviet Union, though she’s lived in the United States for forty five years now.
“Our parents didn’t get to see this every day,” she remarks.
“It’s funny you say that, Ray,” I offer. “Today is an important day in the Mayan sacred calendar. The ancestors are all around us. I have felt them with me all day today.”
I do not mention that though I feel their presence, though I have asked them for their guidance, my ancestors have been fairly quiet so far, except for the sweet reminder from Amy earlier.
Aside from those messages, I feels as if they are watching from the sidelines, perhaps waiting to nominate others to deliver their core message.
She says, “Oh really? Have you felt the energy of the ancestors? Well, our ancestors could not have imagined seeing this kind of beauty every day.”
“I agree.” I add, “My lineage was more concerned with how to get food on the table.”
“Yes,” she nods. “Our parents and our parents’ parents were thinking about money and food and staying alive every single day.”
“And, yet, here we are,” I offer. “I think about things like money and I also live the dream they couldn’t even imagine.”
Ray says, “Indeed.”
She continues, “On one side of me is the water. On the other side of me is the trees. How lucky am I to be amidst all this beauty?”
“We’re very lucky to see it and appreciate it,” I add.
When I ask about her work, her art, Ray explains that she’s retired but shares a sermon on how she was always fighting to be heard and seen in her work as an electrical engineer. According to her husband, she was always the most brilliant one in the room.
Ray is a widow. Her second husband died a few years ago. As she explains, she had a first husband, “He kept me down so he could feel strong but I left him.”
In contract, she says, almost wistfully, “My second husband, he always put me on a pedestal. He felt like it was his job to help me and others feel seen and heard.”
“And now,” she continues. “We’re not in that part of the program anymore. We can be exactly who we are.”
I smile broadly and remark on how we have the ancestors to thank for that.
Ray nods multiple times.
She then adds, unprompted, “Maggie, you will find that person soon, too, that person who puts you on a pedestal, who helps you feel seen and heard.”
I say, “Thank you” and giggle a bit, realizing that the ancestors have now spoken.
Ray and I agree to say hello again soon, perhaps next time, when we’re up at the water’s edge.
To celebrate my Mayan birthday, I want to share some lyrics that perhaps may be a sign for you. It’s the chorus of a song that finds me everywhere. The song is called “This Year” by Emily King.
If you welcome it, let me take this moment to be your messenger.
If you are deep in uncertainty, if you are figuring out your next steps through a challenging issue, if you are questioning your own intuitive knowing, let these lyrics be a message. Alternatively, you may listen here.
“So this year's gonna be about me
Never will I have another reason to doubt me
This year, this year
This year's gonna be about me
Never will I have another reason to doubt me
This year, this year
I'm taking what's mine, I'm putting it on the line, this year
Not gonna waste no more time, I'm coming to claim my shine, this year
I threw away all your shit, I'm ready to get my fix, this year
This year's gonna hit my stride, I'm living it, my best life, this year
This year's gonna be about me
Never will I have another reason to doubt me
This year, this year
This year's gonna be about me
Never will I have another reason to doubt me
This year, this year”
If you are curious, my Mayan birthday is 2 Tijax.
Tijax is considered to be the energy of the warrior-healer. It is represented by the obsidian blade or knife, which cuts away dis-ease in order to dispatch evil and reveal the truth or beauty. This energy bridges the ordinary and the divine in order to bring healing to the world.
The sacred number of 2 represent duality, the point of possibilities. As the number of lovers or relationships, it helps the bearer carry the polarities of their own particular energy.
In my case, my soul guides me to discern the truth and offer healing and/or fight and advocate for others, whatever is needed in the moment. If you’re seeking a mentor with those qualities to help you anchor into self-trust, I do that here.