Back from Hexico

Reflections on the magical land of gulf charts, golf carts, and occasional jort sharts


So, let's get the most important stuff out of the way first.

I saw a whale.

It wasn't even just a tail either. This was a full-on humpback whale, propelling itself out of the water to bodyslam the ocean like it was pay-per-view wrestling match. It happened shortly after the sun set over the Pacific, while it was still light enough to provide a technicolor backdrop for the event.

As I watched, I couldn't help but think that whale knew what it was doing. Everyone was there for the sunset, and right when the whale had its audience, he decided to put on a show. Not just one breach, we're talking a good four or five times - enough for the shutterbugs to debug their shutters, you know? I would have tried to take a proper picture if I wasn't fully caught up in the spectacle of an organic titanic laying the smackdown on our salty sea mother, but alas.

When I think about it, the whale was a great representative of Mexico - Hexico, as I've come to call it in my own personal worldview-niverse. The country might have a bad habit of cursing tourists with a case of dangerpants, but I look at Hexico's magic as more neutral than mal-intented. I might make comparisons to snakes, bears, sharks, volcanos, or sandbox trees. We might be (deservedly) scared of these things, but regardless: it's just a case of nature doing what nature does. In the same way, I think that the 'lawless land of Mexico' has a certain magic to it because it hasn't been entirely tamed in the same way as much of my home in Southwestern Ontario.

As I said in a previous post, things have a way of happening down there that takes a bit of getting used to. You learn to value your intent as a set of causal handlebars - whatever you think about or ask for, you find more of. It's the same lesson you learn when you first ride a bike or learn to surf - look where you want to go. Now, this isn't news for anyone with a decent level of spiritual awareness, you can find the same lesson everywhere from the Bible (Matthew 7:7) to new-age classics like The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. The buzzword is manifestation - it's hip, it's trendy, and it happens real quick on the coast of Nayarit.

Some of the local expats have told me it happens like that because the town is built on top of a huge deposit of quartz. Some of those same expats like to tell me about their ancestors from Lemuria, so I'm not sure how much to believe. That said, it's a fun story that reaffirms my existing narrative so like, why wouldn't I go along with it? Apparently, the quartz refracts and redirects energy, causing psychic intent to flow and realize itself more quickly than it does in other places. This, in turn, leads to an accelerated rate of synchronistic events and chance occurrences amongst the people and/or starseeds who are embodying that energy field. (That, or it's a small tourist town that strongly leans towards a certain demographic of people who are primed to look for that sort of thing as spiritual validation - your choice.)

One way or another, Hexico has its charms. It also has its opinions though, principal among them being "look around and pay attention to the natural world, it's beautiful and deserves to be taken care of". It's in the sunsets, in the waves, and in the casual flops and flexes of our cetacic friends. It's also a big part of the reason why I'm planning on going back there. If Hexico does have a real sort of magic to it, it stands in favor of Mother Nature - and so do I. Many of the most enabling events that happened to me happened to support my original intent of supporting sustainability and launching Greenspots. As far as I can tell, that force is something worth leaning into.

To honor that, I'll be planning out my next voyage to be one that actually can make Greenspots happen. If you're interested in helping out, I'd be happy to make space for you on my crew. As far as I can tell, we'll be going places.

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