The Lattice Revealed.

The offerings did not gather into a collection.

They gathered into a body learning to remember itself.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

(Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet)

There are moments when the future turns around and looks upon its own footprints. Only then, does the path behind us become visible. 

We live forward, but meaning often arrives from other directions.

In 2019, a Prophecy was placed beside the fire.

Since 2020, one offering after another has followed.

Reflections, poems, wounds, journeys, questions, mournings.

We believed we were following a thread.

We could not yet see that the thread was also following us, calling us forward from somewhere we had not yet reached.

When this offering is placed beside the fire, the new home will hold 385 published posts. And yet, this is the 383rd offering.

A platform counts entries. The Lattice remembers beginnings.

Two posts stand before the counting: the Prophecy received in Ardèche, carried in English and in Spanish.

Not two offerings. One Prophecy remembered in two languages.

The prologue. The breath before the song.

Three.

Eight.

Three.

A number that reads the same forward and backward.

A mirror between the life we have lived and the future that now allows us to understand it.

Seen separately, each offering appeared to belong to a particular moment. 

A place. A conversation. A crossing.

A revelation received beside a river, beneath a tree, before a black mirror, around a table, or while wandering without knowing where the path would lead.

Seen together, they begin to reveal something else.

Not a collection, not a chronology of events, not 383 separate offerings.

One movement. One body. One song learning how to sing itself through us.

Before the first movement, there was Prophecy.

The words received in Ardèche: Being, without doing anything.

The Prophecy did not stand inside the spiral. It stood before it, calling the offerings into being.

Being without doing anything does not mean withdrawing from life.

It means allowing the compulsive doing of the separate self to become still. So that Love may act without obstruction. So that service may arise without sacrifice. So that remembering may become embodied in the way we live, the way we choose, and the way we meet one another.

Then, on 6 April 2020, the song took form. The blog then called MYHAYSAR with our names woven into one, published its first offering: Momento de Crearlo (Time to create it).

The title did not tell us what it was time to create. Perhaps it could not. The future had already entered. Its form had not yet appeared. Yet the whole song was there in seed: remembering who we are; choosing Love over fear; serving the whole; and knowing that we are One.

The first offering ended with the words that still close our offerings: Yo lo Creo/I believe, and so it is.

The circle was present before we knew we were drawing it.

On 7 April 2020, we wrote Cambiando de Hábito, asking whether we truly wished to return to normal. We imagined a vigil long enough to change the habits that had made separation, consumption, and endless doing appear normal. We spoke of metanoia, of emerging wearing the beautiful habit of an anthropos (ἄνθρωπος), a human being remembering how to be human. We believed we were writing about that moment. Perhaps the future was already writing this moment through us.

That was the first movement: Revelation. Crisis became apocalypse, not the ending of the world, but its unveiling.

In 2021 came Initiation. The constructed self began to dissolve through sovereignty, sacred union, trust, death, and return.

In 2022, the song descended into Rooting. Body, breath, silence, presence, responsibility, tribe, Earth.

In 2023, it opened into Communion. Compassion, bridges, koinonia, friendship, home, and walking one another back.

In 2024, the Lattice named itself. Re-membering, re-cognising, re-connecting. Voice, frequency, directions, elements, ancestors, roots.

In 2025, the Song awakened. Quintessence, hieros gamos, ancestral healing, Earth’s song, restoration, embodied accord.

And now, in 2026, the Song asks to be incarnated. Devotion becomes choice. Sovereignty becomes relationship. Light becomes body. Remembrance becomes service.

Seven movements through time. Not a ladder carrying us away from Earth. An initiatory spiral bringing us more deeply within her.

Into the body. Into relationship. Into service.

Six years after Cambiando de Hábito, we are changing our habits again.

We moved THE MYTHS from Wix to Ghost.

The old house carried us faithfully, giving shelter to the first Prophecy, holding every question, every initiation, every death, every return. 

We honour it. We bless it. Now, we have crossed into a new home.

Nothing essential has been left behind. Every offering has travelled with us. Every word has entered the new vessel.

How could we resist a vessel called Ghost?

A ghost is not an absence. It is a presence whose former form can no longer contain it. And yet, the purpose of this crossing is not to become less embodied. It is to become more alive. More relational. More capable of receiving as well as giving.

For much of this journey, the offerings travelled mainly in one direction. 

From our fire towards yours. From our remembering towards your remembering. 

But a fire was never meant to have an audience. A fire asks for a circle.

The new home makes room for the return current.

For response. For reflection. For reciprocal remembering.

For those who gather here not merely to read, but to bring their own myths, their own questions, their own silence, their own songs.

The change of habit is therefore greater than a change of platform. It is a movement from transmission towards communion. From an archive we may visit towards a living body that can listen and respond. From readers gathered around a text towards a flock gathered around a fire. And now, looking backwards from this threshold, the lattice becomes visible.

A lattice does not ask its threads to become identical.

Its strength comes from its relationships.

Each thread keeps its own colour.

Each crossing strengthens another.

Even the open spaces belong to the pattern.

Love is the current moving through it.

Service is the way each thread helps hold another.

Remembering is the moment the pattern recognises itself.

Love.

Serve.

Remember.

This has always been the Lattice. We simply could not see it while we were still weaving it. We are now listening for the pathways through which these offerings wish to gather.

Not categories that divide them.

Not doctrines telling us what to believe.

Pathways. Different ways of entering the same living mystery.

• Remembering. Ways of remembering the true self.
• Presence. Becoming embodied.
• Transmutation. Entering shadow and returning.
• Sacred Union. Loving.
• All our Relations. Belonging to Earth and to all our relations.
• Communion. Serving the common whole.
• Ceremony. Meeting through song, silence, and ceremony.

And as these words prepare to enter the fire, the Lattice has carried us to Chartres.

Last year, I came here as a pilgrim for Geometrica, the sixth Liberal Art, entering sacred geometry through the living intelligence of water.

María had intended to walk beside me. At the last moment, Love called her to Mexico to be with her father.

In the space her absence opened, my sister Milene joined me. What might have appeared incomplete became the unexpected gift of another sacred relation. Even the open spaces belong to the pattern.

This year, María and I arrived together.

At the opening, we were told that this would be the final Chartres Academy, bringing to completion a pilgrimage tended for twenty-one years.

This final gathering: Madonna Rising: Mary Magdalene’s Path of Ascension enters through Astronomica, the seventh and highest Liberal Art: the cosmos as number, relationship, movement, and song.

We arrived on the day of the New Moon and Solar Eclipse in Leo.

And on the Feast of the Assumption, as this twenty-one-year circle prepares to close, Three Eight Three will be placed beside the fire.

The first offering spoke of the ascension of consciousness. The 383rd is being offered from within a pilgrimage of Ascension.

What first entered as a word now asks to be lived through the body.

Some mysteries cannot be explained. They must be walked.

Seven movements through time. Seven pathways into the mystery. Seven arts through which the soul learns to read the cosmos.

Their crossings form the Lattice.

Perhaps this is what the future means when it turns around and looks upon its own footprints.

We share these crossings not as proof of something you must believe.

We share them as an invitation to look again upon your own path.

What thread has been following you?

What becomes visible when you see your crossings together?

The future of THE MYTHS is therefore not simply more offerings. It asks from us deeper relations, deeper listening, a more present circle.

We will continue tending the fire, offering what comes through.

But we now understand with greater clarity that every true offering is an invitation to answer, question, remember, walk beside us without following us, become wholly yourself while helping others become wholly themselves.

Three Eight Three is not a conclusion, it is a threshold.

The past has been carried forward. The future has already entered. And the Lattice has revealed itself because we are finally ready to see not only the individual threads, but the sacred relationships between them.

Come sit by the fire, bring your own myths, your questions, your remembering, your silence.

The Lattice is not behind the screen. It begins wherever two presences meet without hierarchy and remember that they belong.

May the future enter us gently and reveal the meaning of the paths we have already walked.

May every thread remain itself while strengthening the whole.

May what began as an offering become communion.

May we continue to love, serve, and remember together.

Yo lo Creo/I believe, and so it is.