Xibalba is described in the Popol Vuh, the Mayan creation myth, as a court below the surface of the Earth. Xibalba is home to twelve death gods who are responsible for human despair. This necklace represents their haven; the curved partition on the pinnacle, the road through hell.
A stair step ladder leads us ever higher out of the mental and perceptual ‘Reality’ of our own mind. How many memories, like steps, must we climb again and again until we reach the top? Or are the steps an illusion, and we are already there?. As the sleeper dreams while thoughts flow in the mind, so out of sleep does one live with thoughts un-examined. The exit from Xibalba is a realization that one is already liberated. The shape of the bevel intrigues me. Two lines intersect at a point. These two lines from seemingly disjointed paths unite. The end result is a point. A pinnacle. I see time as a pinnacle, and the lines leading up to the point as our remembered past. Our history (his story) perhaps one’s past is remembered as a hellish nightmare, perhaps it is remembered as a quest that resulted in liberation, perhaps we are still on the path, or perhaps we are living at the point. The point to me is now. Right now. It is from now that we are most powerful. Whatever is behind you is behind you. Right now is infinite.