Mati now in the center

When 2025 began, I didn't have the sensation of entering something new. On the contrary. From the beginning, the year presented itself as something that was coming to close. I only felt that time wasn't pushing forward like other times. As if each step dragged something older. As if the movement wasn't opening paths, but bringing back things that had remained pending.

That's when the same image began to appear, again and again: the ouroboros.

THE SERPENT THAT BITES ITS TAIL

The ouroboros is an ancient symbol that represents the eternal cycle: the serpent that bites its tail to regenerate itself. In alchemy, this gesture shows how poison transforms into medicine. The serpent devours its own toxicity to shed its old skin and grow. Each cycle is death and rebirth.

When the year began, they told me I had to make the ouroboros. Not as a symbol to draw, but as a journey to anchor. The work was sustained in four moments of the year—solstices and equinoxes—and in four places related to the serpent.

March, June, September, and December appeared as markers. Time was saying: here you look, here you return, here you adjust. The year stopped feeling linear. It was a wheel that began to spin around a center I still couldn't see. There was a persistent sensation that time was tightening. What hadn't been said was going to return. What hadn't been closed was going to reappear.

Thus appeared the Holi Nada.

The name comes from two roots that cross: hol in English, which is hole, emptiness, and nadain Spanish. But in Sanskrit, holi is purification and nada is sound, vibration. The entire concept revolved around entering a hole of nothingness to find the correct frequency. Like returning to the blind well beneath the little deer of my childhood. Like peering into the void to hear what resonates from the darkness.

The Holi Nada were not music festivals. They were planetary activations. Four circles in a cross of time. Four serpents coiled forming the great medicine wheel. Each encounter marked a temporal crossing where people, places, and frequencies had to be gathered to calibrate the alchemy of the cycle.

THE FIRST CROSSING: YUCATÁN AND THE FEATHERED SERPENT

The first place that called us was Yucatán. The cenotes appeared as open wells in the Earth, spaces where time feels downward. There, the serpent became a clear presence: Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent that unites sky and earth, fall and flight, impact and transformation.

The cenotes are the memory of the Chicxulub asteroid—the flea—that fell millions of years ago and destroyed the dinosaurs. Those dark holes hold the memory of that moment when the world changed course. The planet that was going to be of reptiles and birds became the world of mammals. Of rats. Of mice.

And Quetzalcoatl said: mice are the muses of the gods, but they are also thieves. Mouse, muse, music: same etymological root. The little mouse that came out of the cave. The muse that inspires, but also the rat that distorts.

That first crossing brought the task of calibrating human history to eliminate the concept of the rat and recover that of the muse. To hear the music again from the hole of origin.

THE SECOND CROSSING: BASQUE COUNTRY AND THE LANGUAGES THAT OPEN CODES

The second crossing was supposed to be in Ibiza. But everything was starting to go wrong. Conflicts, permits that didn't arrive, spaces that didn't work. And then, suddenly, the easy appeared where no one expected it: the Basque Country.

Hermes began to speak. He said that alchemy is hermetic. That until it's correctly ordered, its information cannot be used. The Basque Country was the opposite of Ibiza: forest, containment, silence.

And there time changed its tone. It was no longer descending into the hole, it was entering the code. Information arrived about words, sounds, the codes with which we think. They said that the mind is inscribed through languages, and that English, Spanish, are contaminated languages in consciousness. Very ancient languages were needed to reopen the codes of the mind.

Euskera appeared as one of those Neolithic languages. A language that remains alive and that, even if we don't understand it, opens circuits within us. When they began to sing in Euskera, codes arrived related to Ahura Mazda, to the God of Time, to the Middle East.

Ancient languages were codes to open the channels between heaven and earth. The Anunnaki, the children of Earth and Sky, spoke those languages. The witches used Abra Kedabra—"I create as I speak"—to modify reality with the word.

The work of the Basque Country was to empower the witches. The women who knew how to use the word to transform the mind.

THE THIRD CROSSING: TROY AND THE GODDESS OF CONFUSION

In September, the third turn took us to Troy. There appeared Ate, the goddess of confusion, daughter of Eris, the goddess of discord. Eris stole the golden apple from the garden of the Hesperides—the Canary Islands—and took it to the wedding of Thetis and Peleus, unleashing the conflict that would end in the Trojan War.

But the information wasn't about the war. It was about confusion as an active force. Ate had been banished from Olympus and carried her poison to Troy, poisoning the navigation system of planetary consciousness.

The Aegean Sea is the fractal of the great ocean of consciousness. Everything that happens there conditions the world's thinking. The Greek language functions as a spell within our mind, and by using it unconsciously we give power to Ate.

The poison of the great ocean of consciousness is Ate. And the antidote is I don't know. Not knowing as empowerment. Releasing certainty to recover clarity.

THE FOURTH CROSSING: PATAGONIA AND THE TAIL OF THE SERPENT

Finally, we went to the tail of the serpent. If the head is in Turkey, and we follow all the tectonic faults from the Zagros Mountains in Iran, passing through Tibet, Siberia, Japan, the Rockies, Central America, the Andes, the serpent ends in Patagonia.

Like the kundalini of the planet. The backbone of the Earth. And Tierra del Fuego would be the coccyx, where all the power of being is supported. In the Mapuche language, power is said newen. That's why we went to Neuquén, to empower the kundalini of the planet and to straighten the coccyx: Patagonia.

We placed a lighthouse. The lighthouse is the representation of focus. We took the focus to the base of the body, to the tail of the serpent, where we deposited the poison to transform it into medicine.

THE POISON I ABSORBED

While all this was happening, while I was traveling, convening, activating, there was something else that was happening. Something I didn't tell because it was too heavy to put into words.

From the beginning of the year, the things that sustained my life began to fall apart. Projects that didn't advance. People who said they would be there and disappeared. Everything that seemed firm began to show cracks.

I entered a deep depression. There were days when I wanted to die. I lost friends. I lost collaborators. There were interferences, energetic attacks, exorcisms. Part of the team was about to leave everything. Others left definitively.

I had to take charge of things that didn't correspond to me. Debts we didn't know we had. I had to close the Liechtenstein foundation. I discovered things I didn't like. All the resources that came in only went to pay debts that others had generated.

There were conflicts with my family, with my companions. Until we understood each other, but the process was heartbreaking. I lost the house where I was wanting to anchor all my information. I had to empty myself of everything.

When I returned to my house in Argentina, my mother had transformed my room into a quincho, a space for food and gatherings with friends. I was left without a room. I was back to being alone with a suitcase, putting on a good face to everything, even though I was being destroyed inside.

Because I was absorbing all the poison. The confusion. The chaos. The destruction. The entire process of the Holi Nada involved absorbing the poison to later be able to make the medicine.

I went through a nigredo. Through a complete disintegration. Through an alchemical death that took me to the darkest part of myself. And while that was happening, I had to continue. I had to hold on.

It was a terribly dark year. But nothing new for me, because I knew since I was 15 years old that 2025 would be like this.

CHRISTMAS NIGHT

The night of December 24th to 25th found me alone. The body was tired, saturated, as if the entire year had been accumulating without rest.

At one point I began to feel that something was moving inside. Not in the head, in the body. A deep discomfort that was growing until I could no longer ignore it. The body began to release.

It was a strong purge. Physical. Emotional. Mental. As if everything I had been absorbing during the year suddenly found an exit. The body knew what to do. I was just there, accompanying.

While that was happening, something was settling inside. Everything lived during the year seemed to be concentrated in that moment. The travels, the encounters, the losses, the tiredness, the loneliness. All together. All passing through the body.

Then came the relief. A relief that was settling little by little, like when a long fever ends and the body begins to breathe differently.

I sat for a long while. In silence. Feeling the weight that was no longer there. The urgency had disappeared. The internal noise had been silenced.

There I understood that the cycle had closed. That the year had finished its work. That the ouroboros had been completed. That the serpent had bitten its tail and had regenerated.

The poison had become medicine.

2025 was a dark practice. It was the year of learning that the Holi Nada were not music festivals, but something much more intense. It was the year of understanding that to do alchemy you must go through the nigredo. That to transform poison into medicine you must absorb it first.

Everything that happened gave the necessary poison to understand the alchemical task we have now. All the pain, all the destruction, all the confusion, were not errors. They were the material. The raw material. The lead that transforms into gold.

Now the cycle opens again. The ouroboros has been completed and begins again. The serpent has regenerated and its new skin shines under the light of the solstice.

And from here I launch the question that beats at the center of all this:

Are you willing to do the same?

Are you willing to traverse the poison of time to reach eternal medicine?

Are you willing to enter the hole, to look at the darkness, to absorb the confusion, to hold the chaos, to disintegrate, to die, to regenerate?

Are you willing to play the game of the serpent that bites its tail?

Because if you are, here we are. The circle is complete. The lighthouse is lit. The medicine is ready.

And the new cycle has just begun.