The moon cast beams of stardust upon a canopy of tropical foliage surrounding the ancient pyramids of Mexico. Rhythmic drumming in the heart of the city ended with the sound of conch shell trumpets. Behind a thick blanket of incense in a room adorned with fine linens, the goddess Coatlicue moaned. Inside her chamber constructed of hand- chiseled granite stones, her cries of seduction echoed from wall to wall until retreating into the night sky that served as the ceiling above.
Walls adorned with ornate frescos of half- man, half-beast creatures surrounded those performing acts of obedience upon the priestess. Coatlicue accepted the final offering of the son of a great artist. He was the tallest of the men, and by being last, would likely be the one to father her child. She permitted him to remain in her long after he had finished. The others who were in the circle began to cry when she indicated that she had enough.
She moved the soft head of hair of her lover from her breasts. Her bosom was tender from their feasting.
Under a hallucinogenic strance, Coatlicue signaled for silence in the temple. Seed of the men dripped from her like lava pouring out of theEarth’s core. She arose from her alter. She appeared on a balcony naked to address the masses in the temple gardens below. Citizens of Aztec culture had gathered to celebrate the new growing season. The full moon in Spring signaled a time of re-birth and reproduction; it was the most cherished cycle of the year, a holiday when even the poor were permitted to celebrate as one near the ancient pyramids. The goddess had never appeared to the masses under the glow of the eternal lunar god. Custom required that she show her face during the day. Only after giving birth did ancient laws permit a goddess to visit mortals at night. Her stature was like that of the sun in an August sky as she addressed them.
Coatlicue had a vision of Spanish soldiers carrying crosses. An era of sacrifice was now upon her people. She saw in a vision during her moments of intense satisfaction that the end was near. Darkness overcame her during her moments of repeated entrance of the spirit into her lower loins. The face of fear itself looked her in the eyes and tore her emotional seam apart. She was frightened of the vision. Was this to come? She must help them.
“Depart, my lovers. Go from me. For from this moment on, until the man with white hair returns to the sea, I will not know you.”
Men and boys who had been participating in the temple rituals departed immediately. They scattered into the jungles like salmon spawning. Their time was done. After they had all gone, twenty-one virgins gathered at the top of the giant stone structures with their priestess.
“When the soldiers from lands across the sea return to our shores, we will offer them this sign of peace.” Coatlicue instructed the young warriors of the flesh as if hers was a brigade of mighty Spartans. She arched her back like peacock preparing to unravel a flood of pastel colors and gave her orders.
“Show them your inner flower. Turn them from their swords and crosses into the sweetness of our land. With this we will find peace with those who have come here to destroy our way of life.”
The virgins, unaware of the truths of the temple, giggled as Coatlicue gyrated before them.
“When they enter our city, it is this you will give to them!”