It was in the winter of 1531 that a 57-year-old Juan Diego
heard strange music coming from the once sacred hill of Tepeyac. He walked up
the hill and was greeted by a woman of his own Aztec heritage. She introduced
herself as Mary, mother of God.
She told him that she wanted him to build a
church on top of the hill, and urged him to speak to the Bishop. Juan left and
demanded that he is greeted by the Bishop of the New Church of Tenochtitlan,
Juan de Zumarraga.
The Bishop was understandably sceptical, and asked for more
proof, a sign, maybe, that she truly was the Holy Mary, mother of God. Eagerly,
he ran back to the hill and prayed to the Virgin Mary that she would appear
again to him once more.
She did appear, this time she told him, (in his
language, Nahwatl) that her name was Coatlaxopeuh.
She showed him a garden of roses, which do not bloom in
winter, a miracle by any means.
She told him to collect them up and show the
Bishop the rose buds, she even helped him arrange the roses in his tilma, his
modest cloak.
When he arrived at the New Church, he blurted out her name, the
Bishop, due to nahwatl pronunciation, heard Guadalupe.
Juan emptied his tilma
of roses, letting them spill across the floor, but the Bishop did not fall to
his knees in disbelief because of un-seasonal rose buds, but the imprinted image
of Our Lady Guadalupe on his tilma.
A church was built on the sacred hill of Tepeyac.
Eight million descendants of the Aztecs converted to
Catholicism.
The tilma is still held, after all this time, in the Minor
Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City.
It is made of cactus fibres
and in 500 years it still hasn’t disintegrated.
No paint was used.
The eyes of
the image reflect those of the clergy and those of Aztec heritage.
Even more
fascinating is that the star constellations on her dress are exactly what you
would have seen if you were in Mexico in 1531.
But, Our Lady has another identity.
She is Coatlicue, ‘Skirt
of Serpents.’ She is Tonantzin, ‘Our Mother.’ She is Cozcamiyawh, ‘Corn
Tasselled Necklace.’ She is Cihuacoatl, ‘Snake Woman.’
And she is also
Coatlalopeuh, ‘She who has Dominion over the Snakes.’
Earth Goddess, Mother Most High. Patron of Serpents.
Pachamama.
Coatlicue’s son Huitzilpochtli created the stars from his dead brothers.
She stands on a dark crescent moon, held by a child.
Coatlicue’s son created the moon from his sisters severed head.
Behind her, shines the rays of the sun. Coatlicue’s son is
the God of the Sun.
She wears a black sash around her waist. Coatlicue wore a
black sash around her waist as did many Aztec woman during pregnancy and
childbirth.
Her tunic even shows the sinewy lines of the image of
Coatlicue.
I love the Holy Virgin Mary, and I also love Coatlicue, the
primordial Goddess of all things wet, dark and tangled.
This is why Our Lady
Guadalupe is so special to me.
Elders tell us that she has been holding the Divine Feminine
energy within her heart, until such a time that the decedents of the Mexica set
aside the beliefs imposed upon them by the Spaniards, and bring forth into the
light of the sun, the ancestral teachings, and the restoration of woman’s place
of honour in the community.
This speaks volumes to me, not just for the feminist
principles, but for bringing Her back.
Bringing back the Divine Feminine within
our culture and community and spirituality.
It means acknowledging the presence
of the female face of God as Mother, Divine Creator and nourisher of All, as
pure creational potential and the feminine energy of flow and movement.
Already the ancient teachings of the Americas have been brought
forth into the light, we shaman and mesa carriers have these teachings, I have
these teachings within me, and I willingly share them with you.
All religions have a hidden, or not-so-hidden, female face
of God; you just have to search for Her. The best place to search for her, is
within your own hearts.
Embrace her, for She will embrace you, and She will
give you back your power and your grace that She has been lovingly holding for
you.
The twelfth of December is The Feast of Our Lady Guadalupe,
light a candle for her, embrace her, for she carries within her womb your gold.
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