♫ SOARING HARP MELODY
I was one of the original 'trekkies',
lovers of the TV series,
‘Space the Final Frontier,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
♫ Aah-aaaah – aaaaah-aaah-aaah ♫’
No man, maybe …
but the energies,
the goddesses have been there
since the beginning of time,
if time has a beginning.
The story I am going to tell you
is from the Aztec Pictorial Histories.
In outer space, there's a black, black cave.
And in the black, black cave lives
Tzit-zi-mitl.
Every morning she cracks her knuckles,
cricks her knees, her starry hair crackles,
she cackles and dances -
and then sets to work
harvesting the energies that are coming from
sleeping goddesses who choose to sleep
in her cave.
Hydrogen, helium, carbon,
proton, electron, neutron,
matter, void, asteroid,
atoms for aeons and aeons …
Nobody has ever visited the black, black cave
of Grandmother Bone Tzit-zi-mitl except
Quetzalcoatl,
lord of love, life - hahhhh - breath …
part serpent, part jade-green Quetzal bird,
part man.
He was longing for something.
What could it be?
Maybe, it was in outer space.
He took the conch
that he always wore close to his heart
and blew
changing himself into the wind.
[ ♫ MELODIC CLASH / ECHOING NOTE ]
He breezed and blasted,
galed and gusted right out there
until he found that black, black cave
of Grandmother Bone
and whistled between
the orbs of her skulls,
winding around her rib cage, totally unnoticed
and then he started to just drift and breathe
over the sleeping goddesses
and stop
just above the goddess called Mayahuel.
A sweet gentle energy was coming from her.
He lifted her hair and saw in her face
that her heart held a milk
he couldn't live without.
[ WHISPERS ] “Ple-ease.
I have searched through world upon world 
of stars
and I only want the two that shine 
in your face.
Open your eyes.
[ ♫ ECHOING NOTE UNDERSCORES ]
[ CHANTS ] Come with me to earth
come away, come away
Come with me to earth
I have swept, swept the way
The birds will sing in the house 
of the streams
The flutes will ring in the house of the reeds
Come with me to earth
Come away, come away
Come with me to earth
Come away, come away ♫
She opened her eyes.
And when they met Quetzalcoatl's
such a sweet, loving intense breeze
meant that they blew themselves down
to earth in a second. But -
how long did that second last?
♫ GENTLE MELODY
They landed and became
an emerald green ceiba tree,
covered all over with protective spikes,
two trunks and twining branches
that when they touched,
meant that the Mayahuel part of the tree
burst into soft pink flowers.
Tzitzimitl was furious.
She dived down to earth
and with her eyes
that could see right to the end
and beginning of time, all at once,
spotted the tree
and the bits that were Mayahuel.
Taking a double headed axe,
she chopped
until every bit of Mayahuel
was back in her pot.
“You,” she said to Quetzalcoatl,
“How dare you steal from infinity.
♫ Aah-aaaah – aaaaah-aaah-aaah ♫”
and she was back in her cave
waking up the sleeping goddesses,
“Quick, Mayahuel's heart was all nectar,
eat her to resurrect her.
Petals, twigs, branches, sprigs,
turning your hearts into flowers.”
The drowsy goddesses began to eat
but they couldn't
make their mouths move quick enough
so splinters and fragments of bark
and petal and leaf
began to fall from their mouth.
Ehecatl had followed Tzitzimitl,
catching hold of her ankles.
And he caught each fragment
and then went back to earth
and buried all the bits of Mayahuel 
that he could find.
He breezed and blasted,
galed and gusted,
whined and moaned so much so
that beneath the earth
Mayahuel gathered herself together
and rose up root, shoot,
spiralling into the maguey cactus.
And from its heart came a milk
that the Mexicans couldn't live without,
even today.
It gives them hope and pleasure 
when they drink it.
And to the Aztecs,
the maguey plant was used for just about 
everything -
food, medicine, clothing, tools …
Quetzalcoatl still breezes and blows round
every maguey plant
certain the milk is just for him.
And scientists still search
for the black, black cave
of Grandmother Bone
but time will keep her secret to the end,
if indeed, time has an end.
♫ GENTLE MELODY
♫ RIPPLING HARP
