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Mayan - Popol Vuh - 07 The Story of Blood Moon
Identifier
011657
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
One Hunahpu has had his head cut off, his body buried at the Place of Ball Game Sacrifice and his head and thrown into a tree, where he becomes a talking fruit.
'This is the calabash as we call it today or the skull of One Hunahpu as it is called'.
Spittle = honey= blood = water
This should remind you of Mary and the Archangel Gabriel, the difference being that Blood Moon becomes pregnant with twins
A description of the experience
Popol Vuh – translated by Dennis Tedlock
AND HERE IS THE ACCOUNT OF A MAIDEN, the daughter of a lord named Blood Gatherer.
And this is when a maiden heard of it, the daughter of a lord. Blood Gatherer is the name of her father, and Blood Moon is the name of the maiden.
And when he heard the account of the fruit of the tree, her father retold it. And she was amazed at the account:
"I'm not acquainted with that tree they talk about. '"Its fruit is truly sweet!" they say,' I hear," she said.
Next, she went all alone and arrived where the tree stood. It stood at the Place of Ball Game Sacrifice:
"What? Well! What's the fruit of this tree? Shouldn't this tree bear something sweet? They shouldn't die, they shouldn't be wasted. Should I pick one?" said the maiden.
And then the bone spoke; it was here in the fork of the tree:
"Why do you want a mere bone, a round thing in the branches of a tree?" said the head of One Hunahpu when it spoke to the maiden. "You don't want it," she was told.
"I do want it," said the maiden.
"Very well. Stretch out your right hand here, so I can see it," said the bone.
"Yes," said the maiden. She stretched out her right hand, up there in front of the bone.
And then the bone spit out its saliva, which landed squarely in the hand of the maiden.
And then she looked in her hand, she inspected it right away, but the bone's saliva wasn't in her hand.
"It is just a sign I have given you, my saliva, my spittle. This, my head, has nothing on it-just bone, nothing of meat. It's just the same with the head of a great lord: it's just the flesh that makes his face look good. And when he dies, people get frightened by his bones. After that, his son is like his saliva, his spittle, in his being, whether it be the son of a lord or the son of a craftsman, an orator. The father does not disappear, but goes on being fulfilled. Neither dimmed nor destroyed is the face of a lord, a warrior, craftsman, orator, Rather, he will leave his daughters and sons.
So it is that I have done likewise through you. Now go up there on the face of the earth; you will not die. Keep the word. So be it," said the head of One and Seven Hunahpu-they were of one mind when they did it.
This was the word Hurricane, Newborn Thunderbolt, Sudden Thunderbolt had given them. In the same way, by the time the maiden returned to her home, she had been given many instructions. Right away something was generated in her belly, from the saliva alone, and this was the generation of Hunahpu and Xbalanque.
And when the maiden got home and six months had passed, she was found out by her father. Blood Gatherer is the name of her father.