For over 40 years, I have walked the nine trials of Mictlan , not as myth but as lived truth. I have crossed the river of Apanohuayan , bled my illusions onto its obsidian banks, and climbed the frozen slopes of Tehuitztli until my breath became the wind’s own song. I am Ty Weston, a nahualli guide rooted in the sacred calendar (tonalpohualli ) and the breath of Teotl —the force that weaves all things, seen and unseen. My path is not one of comfort. It is the blade of Tezcatlipoca’s mirror, carving away what no longer serves. If you seek affirmation, go elsewhere. If you seek truth, let the Dog’s teeth find your sleeve.
The work begins here, in the hollowing. We will not fix what is broken. We will let it fall, piece by piece, into the fire of release. Through copal’s smoke and maize’s whispers, I will realign your tonalli , not to restore what was lost, but to reveal what was always there: the raw pulse of your soul. We will read the tonalpohualli not for prediction, but to dissolve the illusion of control. We will meet your nahualli —your animal spirit double—not as metaphor, but as a companion guiding you through the unmaking.
You will not emerge healed. You will emerge hollowed, stripped of stories that no longer serve, refilled only by the rhythm of Teotl . This is not a path for the faint-hearted. It is for those who hear the Dog’s howl in their bones and know, without understanding why, that they must follow.
Begin now. Book a session to step beyond the veil of Tlalticpac and into the raw dance of transformation. Let the descent begin.