Filomena

Thus is supposed to be a happy time. The book 2012: Under the Witz Mountain is out and my story is a public thing. A gracious lady from Texas wrote a really nice review on Amazon, and Lynette in Australia has told Mike that she’s really digging it. Maybe those were his words, or maybe they still talk that way in Australia. Mike can be a little not-today sometimes. This is supposed to be a happy time, but I can’t get the New York Post out of my thoughts. Damn them all, I wouldn’t have even seen the article if Padre Pena hadn’t had his Pascal Candle wrapped in it. Pascal Candles are always white to symbolize life, but Pena’s was smudged black just like his black-smudged face, or maybe it was the cheap ink of that worthless rag.

Sorry, I’m just upset. The New York Post reporter’s name is not important. We’ll call him Reed Tucker. He says we’re heading for a 2012 disaster of Biblical proportions. I’ve written about the 2012 paranoia in gringolandia here in the blog before, but Tucker, I mean the anonymous Post reporter, goes on to say ‘if you’re looking for someone to blame, and rightfully so, search no further than the Mayans.’

Can you believe that!? The gall of him! Blame the Mayans? Don’t they have laws there in North America about libel and hate crimes? People think they’re better than us because we live our religion, because the other life is as real to us as the material world. Not just me; I died even before the book starts, but I mean people above the mountain too. North Americans think they’re better because they have liturgical religions and ours is still sacrificial. Well I would tell them to look at their Pascal Candles this Easter. We burn great mounds of copal incense in our fire ceremonies, but what do they think those big red buttons on their candles are? Sure, they’re the wounds of Christ, but they’re also globs of tree resin incense, just like our copal, because we both considered this ‘blood of trees’ a perfect sacrifice, and you continue to burn it on your Easter Candles every year just like we do in our fire ceremonies.

So don’t be too quick to consider us savages, and don’t be too quick to judge our religious day based on what the western media doomsayers tell you. The lady who wrote that review of 2012: Under the Witz Mountain on Amazon.com understood the religious nature of my story. I hope you do too.

Blessings.