02/23/2022
The Maya civilization embraced constant change and it saved my life.
Mural Credit: Adams Avenue Jungle San Diego, CA
Throughout my life growing up before establishing abundant Copan into the brown man I am today came with systematic challenges as well as numerous experiences by being a product of two migrant parents from Honduras in the US. Furthermore, one of the many challenges that I faced was the loss of identity. My mom and dad both migrated from central America specifically Honduras. My mom specifically fled her own country not by choice but in pursuit of a decent life. She fled domestic and non-domestic turmoil from surrounding countries. My mother fled corruption and gang violence, poverty, and the aftermath of generational exploitation of resources from world powers. Because of that cause and effect, my family became displaced. Early on throughout my life, I knew that traditional religion didn’t click with me and what I was looking for was something more spiritually guided. I was the type of guy throughout grade school who wore different types of talismans to spiritually guide me through this journey we call life. Moreover, in July 2016 I took a trip abroad to Honduras to visit my father and family that I had yet to meet in my life. And what I saw was a very humbling experience it reminded me to appreciate everything that I have and to never forget where I came from. Fast forward to the present time, I didn’t understand it at the time however, a seed was planted. It was clear as an adult what I was looking for when I was younger and that was my ancestors to guide me. It was established that there was a spiritual disconnect back home. When I looked for community locally I saw nothing more but, misinterpretation, imitation and, appropriation of my culture for capital gain. The disappointing side was that I was not alone....
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