About the end of the world, 1st part

This is Aztec sun stone

First, let’s have something clear: the image bellow, “mayan calendar” it’s neither calendar nor mayan. It’s an Aztec sun stone, which was discovered in Zocalo square on one beautiful day in 20th century, and it was probably used to hold an altar for human sacrifices, and looked especially macabre when in it’s reliefe was filled with blood.

There is a mayan calendar, and there is an era ending, roughly said, around this year. But it’s very hard to interpretate what Mayas really wanted to say, because they way of thinking wasn’t occidental and they spoked in different terms. I strongly believe that we are actually entering the new era, but surely better one than the one behind us.

This IS Mayan calendar

However, here in Ciudad de Mexico there is definitely something going on. We had two big earthquakes and arround 300 small ones in last two months (!). The climate is very rare for this time of year, it’s raining all the time. As if this wasn’t enough, volcano Popocatepetl which is 80 km from the city is activated and is currently in stage yellow 3 of alert, but it doesn’t really mean anything scary yet.

There is an interesting legend about two volcanos that you can see on the picture above, Popocatepetl and Iztaccihuatl, which translated from Nahuatl means “warrior and a sleeping woman”:

Iztaccíhuatl’s father sent Popocatepetl to war in Oaxaca, promising him his daughter as his wife if he returned (which Iztaccíhuatl’s father presumed he would not). Iztaccíhuatl’s father told her that her lover had fallen in battle and she died of grief. When Popocatépetl returned, and discovered the death of his lover, he committed suicide by plunging a dagger through his heart. God covered them with snow and changed them into mountains. Iztac cíhuatl’s mountain was called “La Mujer Dormida, (the “Sleeping Woman”), because it bears a resemblance to a woman sleeping on her back. Popocatépetl became the volcano Popocatépetl, raining fire on Earth in blind rage at the loss of his beloved.

And there they are, cursed Mexican lovers!