December 21, 2024

 This time it was a family, a father, mother and a young daughter. The theme was Mayan with the father being watched over by the god, Chaac, whose avatar was a frog. The mother was being watched over by the L, the god of the underworld whose avatar was a jaguar. Finally, the daughter was being guarded by Ixchel, the Moon Goddess. Her avatar was the Woman in White.


I didn’t look for the vision, it came to me like they always do: Unbidden. First, I thought I was on a pedestal on the top of a giant temple with the night sky overhead but I soon realized that I was deep in the underworld and the temple’s stone was glowing an eerie black and green. There was an open coffin on the platform before me with a man’s body inside. Over him stood a deity with an ornate headdress decorated with Mayan frogs.


I took the man’s hand and helped him out of the stone coffin, leading him through the darkness. We entered another vast chamber with another temple. This one was made of black stone and there was an enormous statue of the jaguar god on top. At the foot of the statue was a glowing orb of electric purple and orange light. We approached and it resolved itself into the body of a woman. I helped her to her feet and she was overjoyed to see the man I was with. I presumed it was her husband.


What to do but go into absolute blackness, the blackness that dissolved everything, purifying it until nothing remains. On the other side was the Crossroads and the couple was startled by the sight of the snowy, white trees, everything veiled in white. They’d never seen snow before so it felt extra special to them. The Woman in White and the man I assume is her fellow bodhisattva received the couple. I thought the vision was over but found myself pulled away by another. 


This time, I saw the luminous silvery light of the moon. This was a temple of the moon goddess, Ixchel. I wasn’t in the same underworld, though. This felt like the open air. It was a large, beautiful and ornate temple standing in the heart of the rainforest. The silver light of the moon shone from the top.


I climbed the temple and found the body of a young girl at the top. Her body was shrouded in silvery white and I lifted her, rising to find the Woman in White standing before us. She nodded, receiving the girl, and turned to leave. I could see the man and woman in the distance at the Crossroads, waiting to be reunited with their daughter.


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