The Aztec Apocalypse Part 1: Montezuma awaits Quetzalcotl
Montezuma’s Dream, 7:33am, 29 August 1486 -1519, and then back again. The AZTEC date for 1486 is Tonalli Trecena Xihuitl.

The 20 year old heir apparent, soon to be Emperor Montezuma II, was carried on a litter for three days from his father’s palace on Lake Tenochtitlan, to cover the 60km trip to the Pyramid of the Sun at ancient Teotihuacan. His astrologers told him that he must be there in time for the dawn of the 4th day in order to receive a message from the great god Quetzalcoatl.

Assisted by his priests, Montezuma climbed the 248 steps in the dark, sat cross-legged in the centre of the top-stone on a folded blanket that had been laid by the high-priest on a swept piece of obsidian. To support an upright sitting posture there was a small cushion stuffed with shredded corn-husk, placed half-beneath his buttocks, and, facing Eastward, he sat on top of the pyramid of the Sun at Teotihuacan, staring into the last vestiges of night, patiently watching for the first golden rays of the breaking dawn.

The Sun rose over the arid, featureless horizon, in a shimmering haze on this cloudless August morning. At first the glowing orb looked a deeper yellow and it’s perfect sphere was distorted and looked wider than it should, like a red balloon filled with glowing nectar that stretch the surface tension of its skin, bulging out at both sides evenly, but also pulsating and bleeding from every pore, shedding its molten contents, oozing bright, sticky honey along the line where it touched the curvature of the earth, as though the earth itself, like a mother, had pushed it slowly out of her bowels, still moist as it separated and rose slowly up into the sky.

The emperor gazed fixedly at its last moment of touch, and the stretching of the viscous liquid film, before the final release of the orb from Mother Earth to Father Sky rising in air, and the melting of it’s liquid stops. Now it flies, completely detached, and the sky is like surface of an azure coral sea, with ripples fanning outwards into the blue where the orb displaces its liquid ether.

Then another kind of ripple danced across Montezuma’s heart, as he tried not to anticipate his own impending journey into the vast abyss of inner space — the reason for his presence on this auspicious morning, as the priests and astrologers consulted their charts as quietly as they could, and worrying that their calculations might have erred in some part of the complicated formulas, and frightened that they had made an error. Had they erred and brought him here 8 years too early? No! The high priest was the greatest astronomer in the Aztec Empire, and devoted to Montezuma. HE knew that there would be no mistake. It was not this that concerned him, but there was another fear that played in the back of his mind, one that his priest could not help him with, and that he would have to face alone!

Looking outward again to where the horizon presented itself to his eyes, he tried to distract himself by thinking of something else, silently wondering

“I’d say eyes could penetrate no more than about 30 miles from this height. Maybe I’ll build my own pyramid…yes, and make it even taller than this one so I could see an ememy’s approach with more time! I know what my teacher would say…”My Lord, pride is not an end I itself. Why do you wish to stand on a higher pyramid?”…and I would reply…” [and he smiled as this thought entered his mind] “…because I want to be closer to the Sun…” and he smiled again and thought “…and the wise one would say “Then teach yourself to look through the eyes of the eagle!”

This moment of reflection gave some measure of comfort to the young emperor, as he took courage in the great knowledge of astrology possessed by his wise old mentor, who had been like a father to him since the time of his earliest memory as a boy.

It was now half way past the allotted hour of silent watching, and a young priest with an ornate cup, wrapped in a small ceremonial cloth, and painted with the face of the feathered-serpent god “Quetzalcoatl”, approached the emperor with slow careful steps, making certain not to spill the warm ‘tea’ called “Peyote”, or the “Glistening Caterpillar’s Cocoon”.

He handed it solemnly to Montezuma, who drank it all down in one draught, and, bowing his head very slightly to do honour to the acolyte, raised the cup with two hands and returned it, as the boy-priest carefully backed away and down the side of the pyramid, out of sight. The king cleared his mind again, closed his eyes and took a deep, controlled breath-in, then head in for about 30 seconds, right before he would feel dizzy, and then he let it out, as he had been taught, through his teeth and tongue- “Tsssssss”, to slow his own heart, in mental, physical and emotional preparation for the arrival of the psychopomp. This breathing technique also utilises “seething” — a hypnotic form of hyperventilation frequently used in other psrt the Worldsuch as Indian Tantric sex magic and Kundalini Yoga, as well as Merkevah Mysticism. It works in the opposite way to the breathing in Anapana meditatioj which creates an impenetrable “Wall of Breath” aroung the soul of the practitioner.

Whereas the seething style opens a door into the mind and soul, allowing the entry of the psychopomp, whose work it is to carry the being to his destination1. It is a dangerous practice for the human and required faith2 and strength of mind mainly because one could not be certain who the psychopomp would be. There were always instances where the chariot might be malevolent or a demon in disguise. Satan himself is known to be an expert pilot of the Abyss — as shall be seen in due course.

For five more minutes he sat with his eyes closed, determined to master his fear through the breathing exercises he had been taught by his once greatest and most trusted teacher, now high-priest, and breathed in slowly and held it-

“….two, three, four…,” then out…“…two, three, four,” and he was almost successful at calming his nerves except for the nagging recollection of those stories he had heard as a child — stories of monsters in the Abyss that steal children away-

M “They substitute their monster-souls for those of the human children,”

his mind was briefly carried on this fearful thought stream-

“…and having once stolen the little child-soul it is a simple matter for them to insinuate themselves, to insert a changeling into a soon-to-be-joyless house, but they say ‘a mother always knows’, and then, as she struggles to force herself to love a monster living in a stolen body, that might even be her child’s murderer.

“How can a mother be at peace and love THIS, when at the same time as her ACTUAL CHILD wanders in Limbo, in a vast dark hallway where poor little urchins cling to incorporeal security blankets, and suck the pale blue phantom of a thumb that was often held lovingly in life by its mother?

Is this thumb now just a digit on a hand controlled by the Dibuk that stole it from that lost little ghost, who along with the millions of brother and sisters wait in the pale half-light of eternal limbo for a REDEEMER to come the Judgement Day that should set them free?

Are there souls of children left to wander for eternity until Judgement Day? Are there in the universe beings who devour and feed on such waifs? (such as would have been the heinous destiny of Heinrich Kramer, were it not a lucky star that changed his course from its unspeakably evil trajectory.

He wondered with deep concern “Is this the Judgement Day that would be his destiny to help bring about?

“How many children’s souls have been trapped in space because of the ‘Wars of the Flowers’ of my fathers for the past 50 years? I would see the masses of human sacrifice end. The people are also sick from this…”

Montezuma already wanted to bring peace to Mexico by ending the long-raging civil war, the AZTEC “Wars of the Flowers”, not knowing the English were fighting “Wars of the Roses” over the exact same period, 1455–1487, the both situations long-protracted feudal wars of succession, and that Montezuma worried for himself and his sons and daughters in the precise moment that Christopher Dale meditated over his version of events and his part in the bigger picture.

M “Could I be a force for salvation and destined to retrieve the bones of those lost souls or would I become disembodied myself in this astral journey today on the pyramid and be trapped in Limbo as well?”

1 See: Ezekiel 1 15–21 15 Now as I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces.

16 The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the colour of a beryl: and they four had one likeness: and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in themiddle of a wheel.

17 When they went, they went upon their four sides: and they turned not when they went. 18 As for their rings, they were so high that they were dreadful; and their rings were full of eyes round about them four. 19 And when the living creatures went, the wheels went by them: and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up. 20 Whithersoever the spirit was to go, they went, thither was their spirit to go; and the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels. 21 When those went, these went; and when those stood, these stood; and when those were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.

2 This mysticism often referred to as Divine Chariot [see the Chariott Tarot card], was most popular in early Rabbinic Judaism as well as the Late Aztec Empire.