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  • El mutuo acompañamiento como camino de espiritualidad descolonial Exploraciones desde el “más acá” de la religiónPaulo Medina | Cosmos | Chihuahua, 2020

    Mutual accompaniment as a path of decolonial spirituality Explorations from the "here and now" of religion

    By Carlos Mendoza Álvarez

    The spring that nourishes the valley of re-existences is, without a doubt, spirituality or that inner strength that arises from shared vulnerability to resist and re-exist.

    When a victim of any kind of violence simply freezes, licking their wounds, they risk becoming trapped in their pain, with little chance of healing the trauma and loss, and without the possibility of grieving. But when they allow themselves to be touched by the wounds of another person or group, they begin to realize that their pain and anger connect them to others. And from there, paradoxically, emerges a power to discover themselves, alongside others, no longer isolated, but capable of confronting the trauma and creating new ways of life that will allow them to exist again.

    That is why the Searching Mothers in Mexico represent an ethical, political, and spiritual compass in this uncertain time for the world, helping us keep hope alive. Mutual care emerges here as a way of inhabiting, with others, the cracks in the narratives imposed by the oppressors, whether they be mafiosos or well-meaning people who wield toxic power that stifles life. It is about, day by day, experiencing in solitude the pain that no one can truly feel except in their own flesh, but with hope when one opens oneself to the pain of other people and families, while simultaneously exploring new territories to inhabit with "others," against the grain of the hegemonic narrative, wherever we may find ourselves.

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    I discovered this wellspring of spirituality through mutual accompaniment with my Peruvian friend Juan Carlos La Puente more than twenty years ago in Santiago, Chile, during a period of community study with lay people, friars and sisters of the Dominican family, students, and advisors, sharing a roof, food, prayer, and leisure time together. We sought to go beyond the traditional frameworks of spirituality, especially in the case of Christianity and the centuries-old religious orders that had given way to a vertical style of “spiritual authority,” with a certain modern Jesuit influence, leading to the exercise of control over people's lives and consciences. Due to family tradition and as a young friar, I never had that experience, but my friend did, which allowed him to realize that this path was not the one that helped him flow in the life of the Divine Spirit. Juan Carlos longed to explore, like a condor of his land, that flapping that teaches us to "be moved and let ourselves be moved," as he recounts in the book "Mutual accompaniment in the divine Ruah" that we published together, during the Covid19 pandemic, in 2022.

    A few years earlier, in 2016, we had the opportunity to drink from the same well in San Juan, Puerto Rico, along with two young Lutheran pastors, Melisa and Ron, who, with the support of David, their bishop in Portland, Oregon, were seeking to connect their Protestant spirituality of "sola fides" or "faith alone saves"—which had borne so much fruit over recent centuries—with the liberation and decolonial theologies emerging in the Global South. Months after that encounter, we met in a cabin in Oregon, the Green State of the United States, a group of about fifteen people, mostly young Lutheran pastors like Tayler, Lauren (now a bishop), Erika, and others, along with Saúl, Héctor, and me—three Mexicans who were then, though unknowingly, walking from our own vulnerability—David, a Lutheran bishop, and a "wounded Catholic," as Juan Carlos already described himself at that time. In Portland, he collaborated with migrant collectives, homeless people, and Latinx artists who, through their aesthetic work, accompanied the paths of dignity for these people and communities in resistance.

    Thus, we began exploring a path of “mutual spiritual and theological accompaniment” that, since then, has brought together sixty or more people each year, eager to explore this “alternative” path of embodied and diverse spirituality, often outside the religious institutions that arose from this search but which, over time, became lost in the minutiae of controlling bodies and minds, and “hijacked spirituality,” as Carmenmargarita Sánchez de León likes to say, in the straitjacket of a belief system. We thus discovered the power of decolonial spirituality that emerges on the margins of the hegemonic system. This mutual accompaniment takes place through virtual and in-person meetings: five monthly online sessions, where we begin with personal accounts of our own vulnerability, precisely where we learn to “awaken,” with intuitions of life, dignity, rebellion, and resistance. We read each other's stories to find common threads and differences, which intertwine into a multicolored tapestry that adorns the table in our little house. There, a chef helps us cook together these shared narratives, built with words, symbols, and rituals that each of us creates, sometimes in the intimacy of our own homes, and sometimes together. At the end of each year, we gather for a virtual retreat "in the cloud," where we share with friends from other little houses the beautiful plants and delicious fruits we have sown and harvested "together." To conclude the year, those who are able to meet in person travel to a territory where a fellow member lives with their community of belonging and resistance. There, we celebrate our liberating intuitions, sharing the paths that have led us there, and celebrating in community with symbols and rituals what we see the Ruah (Spirit) moving us to experience.

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    This experience of more than a decade of exploration gives us clues in diverse contexts - from the working-class neighborhoods of Arequipa and Nairobi, between lands of resistance in Catalonia and Chiapas, through homes of re-existence in Kerala and Portland, connecting artists with social activists, Lutheran pastors and Roman Catholic laypeople or freethinkers, all seeking inner life beyond religions - where we cultivate mutual support to give each other strength on the exciting path of re-existing amidst the growing violence of this world.

    There, the other stream that feeds the valley of resistance and re-existence is born. The Resiste and Re-existe gatherings, which also emerged more than a decade ago at the Universidad Iberoamericana, where I spent twenty years, were inspired by the vision of figures like Gustavo Esteva, Boaventura de Sousa Santos, David Fernández, and Pablo Reyna. This path was illuminated by the proven wisdom of Raúl Zibechi, Rita Segato, Aída Hernández, Lorena Cabnal, Daniela Rea, and so many other "wise" individuals, situated in the cracks of global and local necropower, to tell and think about "other possible worlds | where many worlds fit," as we connect the dreams of the World Social Forum and the Zapatista movement in the mountains and jungles of southeastern Mexico.

    But it must be said that the “collective awakening” came, with the force of a tide of life, from the social movements that envision and work, day after day, on the “change of world” that we all long for.

    But that's another story that awaits us next week.

    San Cristóbal de Las Casas, September 6, 2026

  • Semillero sobre espiritualidades y teologías descoloniales en Cholula Subjetividades, cuerpos y territorios como lugares teológicos de resistenciaAmira Rahim | Cholula | 2017

    Seedbed on decolonial spiritualities and theologies in Cholula Subjectivities, bodies and territories as theological sites of resistance

    By Carlos Mendoza Álvarez

    During a lunch with Kochurani in Cotonou, the capital of Benin, a few weeks ago on the occasion of the World Forum on Theology and Liberation, we shared a common desire to create “cosmic homes” where we can meet, rooted in our land, to cultivate seeds of diverse theologies, with a shared yearning to flourish as individuals and collectives in resistance. Between Kerala and Cholula, a nascent connection was thus established to illuminate these homes, learning from our life stories, where it is possible to listen to the poignant questions arising from the survivors we accompany, while also allowing ourselves to be surprised by their unwavering hope. Places where it is also possible to share the poetic inspirations and intuitions of thought through which the Divine spells out for us in languages as diverse as the colors of the earth.

    For at least a decade, in my case, the dream of that home had been taking shape, thanks to "womb experiences," as Kochurani says, where I realized that something new was happening, often in seemingly insignificant times and places, but where the strength of the Ruah was clear and powerful.

    Juan Carlos told me with emotion years ago, during a hike in Mount Hood—the ancient Wyeast of the Chinook people in Wuaregan land, now Oregon—how deeply moved he was by visiting Raimon Panikkar's little house in Catalonia, where the Christian-Hindu-Buddhist mystic and theologian liked to receive his close friends. Located on the outskirts of a small mountain village, his home was a space of hospitality that fostered dialogue among people of diverse faiths who drew from the same source of "cosmotheandric mystery," as the great mystic of our time liked to describe the reality of the interwoven world of life.

    The Jesuits' cabin in Mapuche territory, with its wooden chapel adorned with woolen textiles and a small oil lamp, was another of those microcosms where infinity seemed to converge beneath a starry sky. I cherish that moment in my memory like a flame of sincere and generous hospitality from three fellow travelers who had chosen to allow themselves to be inhabited by the people of Wallmapu, thus opening themselves to the God of life who never ceases to call to us and surprise us as a source of fulfillment for all peoples.

    A similar “place” – with all the Illichian echo of this noun – we seek to create a group of friends in a territory of Chollollan – or “falling water” in Nahuatl – the oldest inhabited city in America that blooms every year with its fruit trees in August and its cempasúchitl flowers in November, at the foot of the Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl volcanoes, near Puebla, my hometown of New Spain origin.

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    Pending the opportunity to be received by that fertile land at a propitious time to plant the trees that will shelter the cabin-home in the years to come, we will hold a workshop on decolonial theologies in March of next year, with dear colleagues who were my university students years ago and are now companions on the path of theological work animated by spiritualities of life that resists and re-exists in the cracks of power that kills.

    With Juan Jesús and Juan Carlos, I have explored for decades what theology with the Dominican stamp means in times of late modernity. Juan Jesús's questions about the conditioning of subjectivity, whether in its psychological dimension or in its powers of knowledge and action, helped me understand the emotional and practical foundation of the thought that we urgently need to weave in a society wounded by the libido dominandi. With Juan Carlos, I learned, from the time we shared the studium As part of our community work at the Pedro de Córdoba Institute in Santiago, Chile, we began to explore the mystique that sustains human rights defenders, inspired by liberation theology in their commitment to the poor and victims, while honestly examining the depths and power of our own shared histories of vulnerability. The path of mutual spiritual and theological accompaniment was born there, at the foot of the Andes, like a river with its own course that has irrigated other valleys in various parts of the world.

    Cleusa and Pedro Igor, with the power of Afro-Brazilian knowledge in dialogue with liberation theologies, have taught me to value the memory of the African diaspora on our continent, undoubtedly marked by the tragedy of centuries of slavery, but above all by the strength and beauty of its peoples in resistance throughout five centuries. The new epistemologies of Blackness, the wisdom of living ancestral religions, and the power of Afro-diasporic feminisms are all ways of exploring the subjectivities denied by colonial modernity, which I began to explore in my doctoral dissertation and which I now discover with new nuances and depths thanks to these friends of the Afro-Brazilian diaspora.

    For the past six years, I've walked alongside Laurel, Sole, Martín, and Francis in Massachusetts—having come to Boston College from Chile and Ohio—to discover the strength of new generations of theologians feeling and thinking from their bodies, subjectivities, and territories, with their wounds and the power of their experiences that subvert systemic violence. Whether through the liberating emphasis of grassroots ecclesial communities in El Salvador and Chile, or through the feminist and queer zeal to incorporate these contested territories of gender, or through thinking about politics from the margins of empire in times of escalating techno-fascism, these new voices of feminist, liberation, and decolonial theology are nourishing my life and thought in astonishing ways.

    Next March, we will experience the thrill of meeting again, as we did a year ago in Rio de Janeiro, to reflect on what we have learned together, to continue “conspiring,” as Ivan Illich said and as Javier Sicilia likes to think—that is, sharing the promptings of the divine Ruah that animates, challenges, seduces, and encourages us to “give a reason for the hope that is in us to anyone who asks us,” according to the biblical author's vision in 1 Peter 3:15. For our generation, living in dark times on a global scale, this prompting certainly means glimpsing the glimmers of hope that emerge from the cracks and rubble of Gaza, from the mass graves, from the refugee camps in South Sudan, and from so many other places of death transformed into places of life by survivors and collective resistance movements. During those days, we will also present the collective book that is the fruit of that Rio colloquium, like a seed we wish to plant in that sacred ground. We will tell you more about the details of the seedbed in gestation later.

    Chollollan will welcome us as a territory of ancient and new wisdom where we want to "sow seeds and light fires," as the native peoples of Our America say, and prepare the hearth of the cabin-home that awaits us.

    Huitepec, Chiapas, August 29, 2026

  • Dios ya no es redondo Sobre las asimetrías creadas por el afán de poderGermán Pose | Ball with a Nimbus | 2016

    God is no longer round On the asymmetries created by the desire for power

    By Carlos Mendoza Álvarez

    When God was round

    A couple of decades ago, Juan Villoro described in his book "God is Round" the utopia of football, born as a sport of the plains and streets of the world, in terms of an urban party ritual that brought together children and young people around a plastic sphere, sometimes made of leather, as a celebration of the joy of dodging the opponent until scoring the goal that would be celebrated with cheers, jumps and hugs on the field and in the stands.

    Nicholas of Cusa wrote his book "De ludo Globi" in 1462, a philosophical work that used the game of bowls of the time to describe the round cosmos with its world of planetary spheres as a metaphor for the perfection of divine creation and its imprint on human intelligence. Centuries later, in the collective imagination of our time, a round ball embodies that yearning for a world of equidistant extremes, a symbol that also sets people in motion on a field of dirt or grass.

    The ancient Mesoamerican peoples had also ritualized this perfection of the sphere in the ball game, sacralizing - according to modern archaeology - the struggle between light and cosmic darkness in a ritual game that passed the rubber ball through a stone hoop, in a back-and-forth of blows with the hip, elbows and shoulders, where the joints of the human body mirrored the cosmos.

    In modern times, FIFA has transformed the art of football into a business created by a television-driven industrial machine to voraciously manage the sport from the streets and pitches of the working-class neighborhoods of Buenos Aires, Rio de Janeiro, Mexico City, Barcelona, Seoul, and Lagos. We proudly say that Mexico has hosted the World Cup three times, but from 1970 to the present, the television industry, colluding with corrupt governments—first the PRI and now its perverse clone, Morena—has corrupted the beautiful game, turning it into a multi-billion dollar business. It is astonishing to see the media propaganda that FIFA has deployed to justify its greed in the three host countries. And even more shameful is the subservience of the Mexican government, kneeling before this oligarchy that enjoys unprecedented tax privileges in our country and that has seized control of stadiums and public spaces like the Campo Marte of the Mexican Army and Chapultepec Castle to celebrate its avarice.

    Fortunately, the magic of the Mesoamerican ball game, or the Italian Renaissance bowling game, and modern football persists wherever two teams display the fantasy of moving a sphere and the aim of achieving a goal to celebrate life.

    A transcultural Pope

    Pope Leo XIV has surprised the world with his fourth apostolic journey, now through Madrid, Barcelona and Gran Canaria, by summoning the people who live there - Castilians, Catalans and Latin Americans - to a celebration of life and human dignity.

    I have been surprised by the clarity and courage with which the first transcultural Pope - an American son of migrants and Peruvian by choice, today a universal citizen by vocation - has encouraged people to care for the dignity of people and nature, especially migrants in forced mobility.

    His speech in Tenerife was a direct attack on the human trafficking mafias, reminding them that they will have to answer to God for their criminal acts, and calling them to conversion and to stop enriching themselves at the expense of the suffering of the most vulnerable. Also memorable was his criticism of the “warlords” in his address to the Spanish Parliament, denouncing the use of God’s name in vain to justify wars that destroy peoples and cultures.

    The inalienable dignity of migrants, the dignity of human life from its beginning to its end, the building of peace and the dismantling of the war industry, humanization in times of artificial intelligence as an instrument in the control of a handful of oligarchs, are the principles of an ethics for times of systemic violence that wave like flags in the speeches and gestures of Pope Leo.

    It remains for us now, those of us who are part of the Church in its Roman Catholic tradition, to unite with the other spiritual traditions of humanity to resume the path of reconciled humanity in times of a growing spiral of violence.

    Israelis in Chiapas

    Chiapas civil society has raised concerns in recent weeks about the presence of Israeli veterans and soldiers on a “humanitarian” campaign in schools in Zinacantán.

    In a brief survey of residents of that municipality, I was able to verify that in recent weeks, "foreign groups speaking English" have been offering painting and English workshops in primary schools in Nachig, Zinacantán, and Jech-Chentic. Some journalists warn of the danger that this group is Warriors Without Borders, presenting itself as the humanitarian organization Heroes of Life, thus whitewashing the image of the Israeli army worldwide, which is currently embroiled in the genocide of the Palestinian people with its Zionist ideology.

    This presence is compounded by the recent visit of the Israeli consul and “security experts” to authorities in the state of Chiapas, ostensibly to exchange security experiences and to reassure them that this southeastern Mexican state is a safe place for Israeli visitors. The state secretary of security seems unaware that his visitors come from a genocidal state, implementing strategies and mechanisms of war against the Palestinian civilian population—acts considered war crimes by the International Criminal Court.

    It is urgent to demand that the Chiapas state government make public any existing collaboration agreements with the Israeli government, its companies, and its organizations. And we, as part of civil society, must be vigilant and responsibly monitor the activities of Israeli organizations in Chiapas, especially those of its veterans, ex-combatants, and military personnel. For their part, the indigenous communities—which have thus far been the primary target of their “humanitarian” actions—have a responsibility to safeguard the common good at stake in their communities, particularly their schools and educational and recreational groups, to prevent the manipulation of children and youth by ideologies of death that threaten their territories.

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    God is no longer round because the masters of global war, genocidal states, and criminal mafias have created the dystopia in which we live today on a planetary scale, perverting the festival of football as a business and domination of peoples in their national teams that were trapped in the FIFA industry.

    Fortunately, the playful sense of existence is preserved by communities, especially those that confront systemic violence and yet celebrate life amidst death. In these communities beats the stubborn hope that the world can be harmonious by embracing the differences of peoples, cultures, and spiritualities as a numinous polyhedron.

    San Cristóbal de Las Casas, June 13, 2026

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