The Lure and Love of Mexico and Its Ability To Bring Us Back To Our Heart

By Lee McCormick, co-author of Dreaming Heaven

Rain started falling just before we boarded. The clouds had been moving around all morning as we spent most the day walking the streets of Mexico City. It was a nice feeling day, not too hot, not cold, just right. This was the last day of a week in the heart of a culture and people that I fell completely in love with 10 years ago on my first visit to the real Mexico.

I had been two years in recovery, trying to find a thread to living life different from the way I had lived for the last 20 years, and after reading a book by a Mexican Toltec Shaman something clicked in his words that felt like I had known what living by those words might feel like. It was an odd feeling, like you know something you don’t know, or you have it in you, but can’t remember from where. The point was that it hooked me and, as life works, soon after I found where that same writer had teachers leading journeys to the Pyramids of Teotihuacan. That hooked me, too, so I got it together and booked that trip. My heart exploded on that trip; it exploded into a million stars and fell back to Earth again, knowing that if I followed the feelings, my heart would come back together again whole and full of that starlight.

Since that first journey I have really lived in continuous relationship with the great mystery and magic of those pyramids and the “spirit people” that live all through its many dimensions. Over these years, my way of living and seeing life has shifted and transformed in ways I never knew existed. My life was saved by Grace: I once was lost, but have been found, was blind, but now I see. I never had any idea what the word Grace represented. Some words even exceed the subject they are referring to–actually beyond the words, beyond the translation. Our words are just for communicating; it’s up to us to live the experience they represent. For example, the word “Mexico” would bring up visions and ideas–scenes from movies and beliefs I had about Mexico and what it must be like. But none of that had anything at all to do with the real Mexico. It is a real shame we are so willing to accept our imaginary versions of life, rather than having the courage to discover for real. That is a very tragic sign of our times.

These days we are so tempted to believe we know something about places and people, foreign lands and distant cultures, just because we see scenes on TV or we read books. Of course, it is great to read and watch TV, but we have to understand that is not reality, its imaginary, a virtual matrix. Now here I am, 11 years after my first real experience in Mexico, and I am as in love and smitten with her magic and sweetness, struggle, sorrows and heart as I ever was. Like loving an amazing woman, loving a country like Mexico is very, very much the same. Her heart is the heart of the Mother, Mother Mary, Tonantzin Aztec Virgin. Her heart is expressed through the simple warmth of fresh tortillas and  the eyes of the children, the lines in the faces of the old ones — and in the intention of her pyramids with their silent knowledge. My relationship with Mexico is a mirror for my relationship with all of life. As I have learned to live with her, I have learned to live with myself.

This life is a mystery. I am a mystery. Creation is a mystery. Maybe if we would treat life as a mystery, we would find our humility and respect again. God knows we need to.

The rain is falling harder now and this 737 is ready to take off into the clouds as fast as it can go. In three hours, I’ll land in Los Angeles and the other love of my life, my wife Mee, will pick me up and we’ll have supper together. I love her name, so simple and true because it is all about Mee or me. I might leave Mexico, but Mexico never leaves me, just as I might leave my Mee, but she never leaves me.

I’ll bet before this 737 levels out, we break through the clouds and find that sun is waiting on the other side. Yes, it is all a mystery  In my heart, this is all a mystery and these days I love this great mystery; I love the rains and the traffic, the openings and the endings. I don’t much love the meanness of humanity or the arrogance we have come to be so proud of, but that too will bring its own response from this great mystery of life. And at some point, maybe we-the-people will wake up and stop living like fools. Who knows? If I live long enough, I do believe I’ll find out because the road we are on does not go on forever.

Blessings to all of you out there under the evening sun, may the Spirit that dwells in you call you out to see the mystery. It is a far greater calling than the ones we humans have concocted with all our words and knowledge. See you round…

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Lee McCormick is the co-author of Dreaming Heaven:The Beginning is Near (Hay House),  the powerful JourneyBook, DVD and meditation that enables you to walk in the footsteps of Lee and her fellow guides as they take you on a journey to your authentic self by following the pathways of the great mystery school at Teotihuacan, Mexico, first created by the Toltec masters thousands of year ago. …. For more information, go to www.dreamingheaven.net

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