One day he had been sitting in an armchair in his backyard
Studying an ancient scripture
When he remembered an urgent errand.
Setting the manuscript down he drove into town.
Black clouds blew in without warning
Rain would soon follow
He feared for the fate of the scripture
Until he remembered:
Rain is a Living Presence.
The storm now upon him
He prayer to the rain
Explaining the precious pages
Asking they be spared from destruction.
Arriving home after the cloudburst
Except armchair and scripture
He said to himself
Maybe it hears me
Never mind if that’s silly -
I’m going to speak to the Rain.
On the summit of a mountain in Mexico
Stands a pyramid known as El Tepozteco
He wondered, What gods were honored here?
He was told Quetzalcoatl and Tlaloc
Names which meant nothing to him
So be climbed the mountain, scaled the walls
And lay down on the ceremonial platform
With some apprehension.
Did he have the right to be there?
Was he being disrespectful?
Was this the place where priests with obsidian knives
Cut out still-beating hearts?
He closed his eyes and hoped for the best.
Jaguar appears circling round the pyramid
His tail held straight up
Suddenly wheeling, he says
So, you want to meet Tlaloc, eh?
I’ll take you
Get on my back.
Jaguar leaps bounding into the air
They reach the sky and tear through it as if it were paper screen
They find themselves in another more colorful world
Under a different sky
The cat tears through this too
They enter a third world
The cat keeps on running through sky after sky.
In the thirteenth world Jaguar comes to a stop.
Below can be seen the worlds they passed through
Neatly stacked like the steps of the pyramid.
Turning around, they see a young man
With long blond hair, blue eyes and a halo
His palms facing forward
From the center of each spouts a stream of blue water
Flowing down through the worlds below
Eventually forming the waters of Earth
Where fish swim and plants flourish.
Hello, I am Tlaloc.
Then how come you have blue eyes and brown hair?
You see me as a gringo because you are a gringo.
The people who built the pyramid saw me differently
I look different to different folks
But everyone knows me
I am the Rain God, Tlaloc.
Now tell me -
What do you know about rain, about water?
Water is the element that supports movement and stillness alike.
So many movements
Our joints move in water
Our food is digested
Our sperm swim
Our brain thinks
The surging of water moves our souls, our willpower, our ambition.
When the water in us comes to rest
We know peace
We plunge below surface appearance
There are eternal moments between breaths
Suddenly he felt timid
Giving a lecture to a god -
How am I doing?
That was very good!
You should be telling people these things
And there’s more.
Look at the way man squanders the water
How they pollute
People don’t realize it’s the very blood of their veins
For most water is just a commodity
bought and sold
Something that comes out of a faucet
And Rain is a nuisance.
They treat me as if I had no feelings.
Naturally, I treat them the same way
They need to know.
A found story by P. Bralley, from Plant Spirit Medicine by Eliot Cowan