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X is for Xolotl.....


The dreaded "X" entry---- I was fortunate that both my "Q" entry and my "X" entry came from the same culture, and are essentially the same entity--- as they are twins in the Meso-American mythologies.

Xolotl--- Aztec god of fire, lightning, sickness, deformities and death. Described as a skeleton, or a dog-headed man-- even a monster with reversed feet.

Though he is connected with the Underworld, he is not a psychopomp in the sense of collecting the dead and carrying them over.

He is the twin brother of Quetzalcoatl and is the dark personification of Venus--- the Evening Star, while his brother Quetzalcoatl was the Morning Star.

It was his job to guard the sun as it passed through the Underworld at night.


Dark Venus Rising

Dark Venus Rising,
the Evening Star returns.
Walking the paths of the Underworld,
taking his night of reign in turn.

The god of lightning,
of death and fire.
Sun guardian with twin brother waiting,
standing ready as the day retires.

                                                                                                      ---e.a.s. demers

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