Tezcatlipoca Quotes

Where is the graveyard of dead gods? What lingering mourner waters their mounds? There was a time when Jupiter was the king of the gods, and any man who doubted his puissance was ipso facto a barbarian and an ignoramus. But where in all the world is there a man who worships Jupiter today? And who of Huitzilopochtli? In one year - and it is no more than five hundred years ago - 50,000 youths and maidens were slain in sacrifice to him. Today, if he is remembered at all, it is only by some vagrant savage in the depths of the Mexican forest. Huitzilopochtli, like many other gods, had no human father; his mother was a virtuous widow; he was born of an apparently innocent flirtation that she carried out with the sun. When he frowned, his father, the sun, stood still. When he roared with rage, earthquakes engulfed whole cities. When he thirsted he was watered with 10,000 gallons of human blood. But today Huitzilopochtli is as magnificently forgotten as Allen G. Thurman. Once the peer of Allah, Buddha and Wotan, he is now the peer of Richmond P. Hobson, Alton B. Parker, Adelina Patti, General Weyler and Tom Sharkey. Speaking of Huitzilopochtli recalls his brother Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca was almost as powerful; he consumed 25,000 virgins a year. Lead me to his tomb: I would weep, and hang a couronne des perles. But who knows where it is? Or where the grave of Quetzalcoatl is? Or Xiuhtecuhtli? Or Centeotl, that sweet one? Or Tlazolteotl, the goddess of love? Of Mictlan? Or Xipe? Or all the host of Tzitzimitl? Where are their bones? Where is the willow on which they hung their harps? In what forlorn and unheard-of Hell do they await their resurrection morn? Who enjoys their residuary estates? Or that of Dis, whom Caesar found to be the chief god of the Celts? Of that of Tarves, the bull? Or that of Moccos, the pig? Or that of Epona, the mare? Or that of Mullo, the celestial jackass? There was a time when the Irish revered all these gods, but today even the drunkest Irishman laughs at them. But they have company in oblivion: the Hell of dead gods is as crowded as the Presbyterian Hell for babies. Damona is there, and Esus, and Drunemeton, and Silvana, and Dervones, and Adsullata, and Deva, and Bellisima, and Uxellimus, and Borvo, and Grannos, and Mogons. All mighty gods in their day, worshipped by millions, full of demands and impositions, able to bind and loose - all gods of the first class. Men labored for generations to build vast temples to them - temples with stones as large as hay-wagons. The business of interpreting their whims occupied thousands of priests, bishops, archbishops. To doubt them was to die, usually at the stake. Armies took to the field to defend them against infidels; villages were burned, women and children butchered, cattle were driven off. Yet in the end they all withered and died, and today there is none so poor to do them reverence. What has become of Sutekh, once the high god of the whole Nile Valley? What has become of: Resheph Anath Ashtoreth El Nergal Nebo Ninib Melek Ahijah Isis Ptah Anubis Baal Astarte Hadad Addu Shalem Dagon Sharaab Yau Amon-Re Osiris Sebek Molech? All there were gods of the highest eminence. Many of them are mentioned with fear and trembling in the Old Testament. They ranked, five or six thousand years ago, with Yahweh Himself; the worst of them stood far higher than Thor. Yet they have all gone down the chute, and with them the following: Bilé Ler Arianrhod Morrigu Govannon Gunfled Sokk-mimi Nemetona Dagda Robigus Pluto Ops Meditrina Vesta You may think I spoof. That I invent the names. I do not. Ask the rector to lend you any good treatise on comparative religion: You will find them all listed. They were gods of the highest standing and dignity-gods of civilized peoples-worshiped and believed in by millions. All were omnipotent, omniscient and immortal. And all are dead.

Frank Chibi. Pero él ya no es Frank Chibi. Ahora es Tezcatlipoca, el Oscuro Señor del Universo, el Enemigo del Sur, el Enemigo del Norte, el Señor de las batallas, el Señor del Espejo Humeante, el Jinete Oscuro. En unos días, todo lo que está arriba, abajo, a su izquierda y a su derecha, adentro y afuera, todo lo visible y lo invisible, será suyo. Y Tezcatlipoca seguirá creciendo, hasta devorar al mundo y hasta que no quede nada más. Y así comienza.

there was yet another reason for Moctezuma’s apparent confusion. It was because of the legend of the Aztecs’ great god Quetzalcoatl, who was supposed to return one day to revisit his people. Quetzalcoatl, according to legend, was a hero who had been the human leader of the ancient Toltecs as well as an immortal deity. He was fair and bearded, and he taught his obedient people many things - how to plant, how to work metal, and how to construct beautiful buildings. But Quetzalcoatl was driven out by a rival, a king and deity named Tezcatlipoca. And after a long period of wandering, Quetzalcoatl disappeared across the eastern sea, promising to return in the year ce acatl (one reed) - which in the Aztec calendar is the name of a certain year that recurs every fifty-two years.

Tu pene erguido se movía como una serpiente entre tus piernas, pero eso no te extrañaba: eras Quetzalcalt, la serpiente emplumada, dios y vida de todos los hombres. Te mantuviste firme mientras una canoa se acercaba al puerto llevando consigo un espectro ennegrecido. Sólo pudiste entrever su forma cuando alcanzó la tierra y empezó a caminar hacia ti. Te reconociste en él, el abominable tú, y miraste al espejo sin imagen que llevaba entre las manos, un espejo que emanaba nubes. Dejaste que tu dualidad, tu némesis, Tezcatlipoca, se te acercara. Permitiste que las manos negras que salieron del espejo tomaran tu serpiente y la sacudieran. Soltaste un gemido cuando la boca del abominable tú envolvió tu miembro con lengua y saliva. El cielo es un cíclope y el sol era su ojo, pensaste cuando Tezcatlipoca te arrancó el pene de un solo mordisco y lo escupió al río. Mientras la sangre invadía el agua de rojo y la purificaba, tú sonreías: ahora eras sólo plumas, ahora podías volar. Y entonces el sueño se acababa, siempre.

allá de un sálvese el que pueda», se dijo Carranza con la impotencia de quien ve reducido el resultado de su esfuerzo al tiempo que tarda en desaparecer una raya en el agua… ¿En quién creen los mexicanos? ¿A quién finalmente respetan? ¿A quién temen? ¿A la muerte? ¡Bah…! Seguimos las leyes sangrientas de nuestra raza: jamás hemos respetado ni mostrado consideración alguna por la vida humana. Yo pude ver cómo miles de colgados de los postes de telégrafos hacían una línea inmensa en el horizonte… A otro perro con ese hueso… Yo conozco a mi gente… En las noches, cada mexicano se ve reflejado en el espejo negro de Tezcatlipoca…

The Toltec Creation Story In order to understand how far consciousness can be developed, we have to go back to what people believe is mythology, the story of the creation of the Náhuatl lineage. Those who can see beyond history with the eyes of perception will understand that this story is describing the different worlds, or dimensions, that exist right next to us. In the beginning everything was Centeotl, the energy of unity, oneness, also called Amomati or Itzcuauhtli, the Black Eagle, the pitch-black energy from which everything emanated, as in the Bible, where light originated from darkness. In order to fly, or create, the Black Eagle looked at its reflection, metaphorically speaking, thereby creating subject and object. This initial reflection was called Tezcatlipoca, the smoking mirror. I’m often asked where it’s located, and I can only reply that it’s in the 13th heaven, far from this world and at the same time so close, because we are always in it. The first thing the smoking mirror reflected was the sacred couple, Ometecuhtli and Omecihuatl, Mr and Mrs Two, lord and lady, the male and female essences, or energies. And this creator couple had four children, all named Tezcatlipoca, Smoking Mirror, in honour of the first reflection. These Tezcatlipocas are considered gods by many people, including academics, but in fact they are essences, forms of energy, that are found in everything. They are expressed in a spiritual way, an astronomical way and of course a human way too. Each of the Tezcatlipocas was assigned a cosmic direction: The north: The Black Tezcatlipoca was assigned this direction. He is the guardian of dreams, the guardian of ‘the cave’ or the core of each being in the underworld. The west: The Red Tezcatlipoca, also called Xipe Totec, Lord of Shedding, was assigned this direction and was given the task of bringing order to the dreams of the Black Tezcatlipoca. He also drives the forces of change, renewal, life and death. The south: The Blue Tezcatlipoca, known as Huitzilopochtli, was assigned this direction, which represents the transformation of the warrior’s will. He guides us through our dreams, helping us reach our full potential. He is also a prophet, hence the master of foreboding. The east: The White Tezcatlipoca, Quetzalcóatl, was assigned this direction, the place where light emerges. He is the archetype of light and knowledge in ancient Mexico. These four Tezcatlipocas, or forces, brought order to the dream of Centeotl. Their movement, ollin, gave birth to the Ohmaxal, the Cosmic Cross, which keeps everything in a state of change. And from this change, this movement, emerged matter, which later became stars, then planets and finally energy beings and physical beings.

There are other symbols of the ancient teachings too. Some codices include a drawing of the Yayauhqui Tezcatlipoca, the Black Tezcatlipoca, as a man looking sideways. This is a great message for those in this tradition, since looking sideways and using the peripheral vision is the most advanced way of altering consciousness. The Black Tezcatlipoca is blindfolded, but one of his eyes is open on top of the blindfold and this represents the eye that looks beyond. Finally, one of his feet has been replaced by an obsidian mirror in which the cosmos is reflected. This image contains the heart of the teachings: that everything we perceive, everything we believe is real, is only an illusion, a reflection in the original mirror. The problem is that most of us live fascinated, hypnotized, inside this mirror and have forgotten that what is doing the reflecting is the cosmos, and that it is there just waiting to be seen, to be observed. This has already been stated around the world in many different ways, from the science of physics, which says that we are made up of a big empty space with a few spinning particles, to oriental religions, which say that we are nothingness and illusion and the kingdom of heaven is no further away than our arms or feet, etc.

To my friend, the anthropologist, it was a sacrifice, but to me it was the burial of a very important child. The totonalcayos are also called cuecueyos in Náhuatl. A cuey is something curved in the shape of a half-moon which goes in and out. To put a cuey in the seven totonalcayos is a very advanced technique of taking out the soul, a technique which nowadays even the most advanced spiritual practitioners don’t know. The shedding of the skin represents the removal of the old energy. It is the symbol of the second Tezcatlipoca, the red one, Xipe Totec. It was clear to me that the cuecueyos had been inserted after this boy had died, and that he had been flayed to make his energy change so that he wouldn’t come back ever again. It’s a matter of common sense: if you sacrifice someone you don’t worry about his chakras, or his skin, and you don’t bother putting him in the foetal position, which is related to the way consciousness comes in and out of the body. So this proved something else that the guardians of the oral tradition had stated: that there had never been any human sacrifices in the Aztec Empire. When I realized this, I understood the extent to which the Aztec people been slandered. It was lack of understanding and a series of lies that had led to the slaughter in which 90 per cent of the native population of Mexico had perished. I was seeing this injustice now with my own eyes, and my heart sank in sadness for the ancient people of Mexico. Their throne had a cross on top of it; their dead were thought to have been sacrificed. I didn’t want to see anything else, not even the sun temple — I just wanted to get out of there.