Temple Of The Jaguar

Temple Of The Jaguar

In the higher regions there dwell the gods there.
A few priveleged mortals make their way by rite of ascent.

He who ascends the steps of the sanctuary by way of the ritual ladder that leads to sky, ceases to be a man.

The wheel of time turns
foretells the future
tells the past

Turns in the sun
and in the shadow
Turns through the long night

Counts off the days
and the years
and all the epochs

gives us the signs
the ones to live by
and those to die by

Carries us up the nine fold path
shows us the nine precious gifts
brings us face to face with the Gods

guides us in our perilous journeys
teaches us of demons
who preside over the darkness

Bring us to the awesome
 reckoning with the rose
on whose petals are inscribed

the book of years
the eternal turning
towards our ends

From the Sacred Books of the Chilam Balam




                              XILBA sat crosslegged in the entrance of the temple waiting. Incense wafted up from the Censer as the wind blew across the Temple courtyard. It flowed inexorably up the steps of the Temple Of The Jaguar as if the God QUETZALCOATL himself had just gently exhaled.

The stars overhead sparkled in the night sky adorning the heavens like a necklace for the Gods themselves. XILBA knew it couldnt be long now, for all the signs had been favorable

Suddenly the moonlight illuminating the Plaza seemed to part, highlighting a solitary figure. The jaguar god had arrived. Its entrance onto the courtyard always presaged the beginning of  long awaited journey. XILBA reflexively braced himself for what was coming next.