Under mists, we march through darkness
to the sound of Aztec drums.
Not conquerors or conquered,
but soldiers of your Sacred Heart.
With gentle words you shaped centuries
as you did thousands of years ago
Transforming cruel, broken misunderstanding
into faith and hope and love.
Holy mother.
Faithful virgin.
Our queen.
And my heart quickens as I think
of how the demons must wail at your presence
at how all evil recoils in self-destructive loathing
as it beholds your purest beauty.
Mary - this day, this life - I dedicate to your Son, my God,
through your humble and perfect intercession.
Pious, poetic handmaiden,
Queen of all eternity -
Pray for us.
2025-12-12
written fairly quickly up to 11:35 AM
At the age often, Aztec boys back in the day
Had all their hair cut except one lank, out of the way
They could not get that one cut off until their mission was complete.
Bring home a prisoner from battle, isn’t that sweet?
Teotl is the shining gold light above everything
Wearing a mask of white and grey clouds
Teotl is the breath and wind of all seen and unseen
Greeting all who return to its arms
Split a piece of wood, hear a heart pulsating within
Lift a rock, smell fine incense burning
Open up a flower bud, see threads interlacing
Know the turquoise snake shedding its skin
Be reborn as a splendid tlamatini
Remaining on the straight narrow road
Be a passer-by on the slippery land of mud
Walking between maguey and thorns
Walking towards the golden light shining above clouds
Poem inspired by Saying 77 of the Gospel of Thomas combined with Aztec philosophy (especially the concept of "Teotl")
I bought the Aztec Spirit Shield and an ancient voice began to speak.
She gave me information about the Mexicas, as they called themselves.
Did you play racquetball? I asked her. She said they had a game.
It is a combination of racquetball, soccer and basketball.
The feathered serpent on the shield stared me down.
Did you have slaves?
She laughed.
We could be slaves, and we were.
We could sell our children, and we did.
I tried to not look horrified.
We sold ourselves too, like you do.
We do not sell ourselves! I retorted.
Oh, yes, you do, she told me. You sell yourself up to eight hours a day.
You are as much I slave as we were.
We could buy ourselves back, too, like you do.
Did you like to sacrifice humans?
Of course, we did!
And you had a god?
We had hundreds of them. We borrowed gods from many cultures.
Were men faithful to their wives?
Yes. All of them.
Did you have dentists?
How else could we have filed down our teeth and replaced them with gems?
I gave the shield to a museum soon after purchasing it.
Not wanting to hear more.
He protects the future, from the past .
But u better bring a doctor kwick !
Because that girl is bleeding fast !
Win bad gize attack the past ,
& the prezint and future change ,
Sum one must put things back ,
Like it should be .
But , like In Time- loop cases ,
Everyone 4-gets wut just happend ,
Except 4 ayleins & time travelers .
Hide-ing extra time machines ,
In Aztec pyramids , well! Wair wood u hide them ?
Doug moench story's are allways better with
Paul galaxy art .ths isn,t as grate as
(6-from-Sirius) , but it's way better than
Air boy ! ...
Aztec Empire
grandeur and splendor,
a great civilization -
conquistadores
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