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El edificio en la imagen es el Santuario de Guadalupe, también conocido como la Basílica de Guadalupe, México. en el año de 1938.
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Shrine Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in San Luis, Mexico
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In 1531, a "Lady from Heaven" appeared to Saint Juan Diego, a poor man from Tepeyac, a hill northwest of Mexico City.
She identified herself as the Mother of the True God and instructed him to have the bishop build a church on the site.
As a sign for the bishop, she left an image of herself imprinted miraculously on his tilma, a poor quality cactus-cloth.
The tilma should have deteriorated within 20 years but shows no sign of decay after over 470 years.
To this day, it defies all scientific explanations of its origin.
In the eyes of Our Lady of Guadalupe on the tilma, we can see reflected what was in front of her in 1531.
Her message of love and compassion, and her universal promise of help and protection to all mankind, as well as the story of the apparitions, are described in the "Nican Mopohua," a 16th century document written in the native Nahuatl language.
There is reason to believe that at Tepeyac, Mary came in her glorified body, and her actual physical hands rearranged the roses in Juan Diego’s tilma, which makes this apparition very special.
An incredible list of miracles, cures and interventions are attributed to Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Each year, an estimated 10 million people visit her Basilica, making her Mexico City home the most popular Marian shrine in the world and the most visited Catholic church in the world after Saint Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican.
Science cannot explain the tilma to this day. There is no under sketch, no sizing and no protective over-varnish on the image.
Microscopic examination revealed that there were no brush strokes.
The image seems to increase in size and change colors due to an unknown property of the surface and substance of which it is made.
According to Kodak of Mexico, the image is smooth and feels like a modern day photograph.
(Produced 300 years before the invention of photography.)
The image has consistently defied exact reproduction, whether by brush or camera.
Several images can be seen reflected in the eyes of the Virgin.
It is believed to be the images of Juan Diego, Bishop Juan de Zummaraga, Juan Gonzales-the interpreter and others.
The distortion and place of the images are identical to what is produced in the normal eye, which is impossible to obtain on a flat surface.
The stars on Our Lady's Mantle coincide with the constellation in the sky on 12 December 1531.
All who have scientifically examined the image of Our Lady over the centuries confess that its properties are absolutely unique and so inexplicable in human terms that the image can only be supernatural.
Altogether, 24 popes have officially honored Our Lady of Guadalupe. His Holiness Pope John Paul II visited her Sanctuary four times: on his first apostolic trip outside Rome as Pope in 1979, and again in 1990, 1999 and 2002.
The Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe is celebrated on December 12.
In 1999, Pope John Paul II, in his homily given during the Solemn Mass at the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, his third visit to the sanctuary, declared the date of December the 12th as a Liturgical Holy Day for the whole continent.
During the same visit, Pope John Paul II entrusted the cause of life to her loving protection and placed under her motherly care the innocent lives of children, especially those who are in danger of not being born.
Patronage: Americas, Central America, diocese of Colorado Springs Colorado, diocese of Corpus Christi Texas, diocese of Dodge City, Kansas, Estremadura Spain, diocese of Gallup New Mexico, Mexico, diocese of Nashville Tennessee, New Mexico, New World, diocese of Orange California, diocese of Phoenix Arizona, Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, diocese of Sacramento, California, diocese of Sioux City Iowa, Spain.
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Teotihuacán: Patrimonio Cultural y Espiritual.
Tres razones para visitar la zona arqueológica de Teotihuacán: Patrimonio Cultural: Teotihuacán es un sitio declarado Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la UNESCO, famoso por sus impresionantes estructuras como la Pirámide del Sol y la Pirámide de la Luna, que reflejan la rica historia y cultura de las civilizaciones mesoamericanas. Arquitectura y Urbanismo: La planificación urbana y la…
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Ya estoy tomando fotografías en lugares que podrían ser protagonistas de mi próximo libro. Si te gustaría conocer mis fotografías de la historia y de las tradiciones hispanoamericanas te invito a comprar La Historia Verdadera de los Hijos del Sol.
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Fotos 1 y 4 : Ángeles en la Basílica de Nuestra Señora de los Dolores de Soriano, Colón, Querétaro, México Fotos 2 y 4: San Juan Diego, Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe y detalle general de la Iglesia de San Pedro en Tolimán, Querétaro, México
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Gracias
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"The End is Nai"
Gallavich A.U.gust
Sigh. I missed the Gallavich A.U.gust 2024 @gallavichthings week for supernatural themed works. So, I'm just flinging this out there because it's my first demon related work and it is mess-ay.
That said, I had fun. Hope you enjoy "The End is Nai."
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“Father, please take these feelings from me or end my life as your servant,” Mickey whispered, slipping inside the cool building. A blasphemous plea coming from someone who does not pray. But, it was critical.
His desire could end his life in this church today.
The familiar pew creaked softly under his weight as if in greeting. It wouldn’t be far off to say he and this church knew each other well. They should. Together, they’d killed enough demons in its walls to make them old friends.
Basilica de Guadalupe’s beautiful stone structure swam with the cloying scent of incense. But, the few parishioners in attendance couldn’t smell it like he could. The simple chemical warning told his senses that a malevolent presence was near. He could practically feel the target. It was close.
A sudden press of cold smoked air painfully tightened the skin all over his body.
“Why do the churches in Mexico keep using the Three Kings Pontifical Blend? That incense smells like poor choices dipped in potpourri. I prefer Will & Baumer. The French variety, mind you.”
Nai’s lofty comment startled him more than his materialization next to him. Caught unaware for the first time in years, he cursed softly and turned to the demon, telling himself not to be impressed by what he saw. Instead of a vicious battle face, he was met with a soft smile and curious green eyes. It rattled him that Nai didn’t seem ready to fight, especially since it was their job to kill each other.
“Prefer the Gloria F8 blend myself,” he finally mumbled, heart speeding. He allowed himself to gaze at Nai’s straight, fiery red hair. It was lightly waved at the root, as if fighting to curl. He wondered if curls would suit Nai and if they would feel as soft as he imagined.
“Oh my, a non-traditionalist.” Nai tilted his head in a disarming way and continued with a purring that had him rooted to the spot. “I wonder what your bosses in Citta del Vaticano would do if they knew. Flagellation, hopefully? The rope enthusiast in me is practically rigid at the thought.” A slow smile spread across Nai’s perfect features.
He stiffened. Flirting? In a church? Nai shifted toward him, bringing the full power of that face to bear down on his indifference. In response, his tattoos grew heavy on his skin, warming the air in anticipation of an attack.
“My bosses ain’t none of your business,” he said, making the mistake of looking Nai in the eyes.
He was immediately lost.
The taste of chocolate entered his mouth, rich and thick. It was mixed with the slight savory taste of peanuts, caramel and something else. Something even sweeter than chocolate.
“Nougat,” Nai whispered knowingly, the cold smoke scent radiating off him as he inched closer. “Creamy nougat. A main ingredient in your favorite candy bar.”
He gritted his teeth. The flagrant invasion of his senses triggered a small tremor, showering dust from the ceiling. While he got a coating, Nai was spared. The dust floated in a corona-like crown around the demon’s head, as if unwilling to settle on something so unholy.
“Sensory infusement of a candy bar is entry level at best,” he said disdainfully, brushing dust off his shoulders. “Are we dehydrated? There’s a bowl of water in the back. Help yourself.”
Nai’s verdant eyes danced with amusement. “I’ll be saying ‘no thank you’ to the offer of lethally blessed water. And to prove I’m less violently inclined than you, you should know I’m utterly wounded by how unimpressed you are. We can’t have that. Let me try again.”
The taste of sour cherry, silkily warm, filled his mouth. Not just the sour cherry, but also the sweet dough surrounding it and the butter it was tossed in. He could even taste the dollop of sour cream. Vareniki. A dish his mother made for him when he was a sick child. Before she abandoned him. He blinked, stunned.
“Ah, a direct hit,” Nai whispered, delighted. “Maybe I’ll make vareniki for you one day. Just like your incubator used to mak-”
He grabbed the front of Nai’s white linen shirt, fisting it hard.
“She was my mother. Not a fucking incubator,” he said through his teeth. “Watch yourself, dyavol.”
Nai merely smiled at him, unbothered. “I should give you the same advice. Your tattoos are about to set this place on fire.”
The air around them grew hotter and the wood varnish on the pews began to bubble and smoke in reaction to the energy his tattoos were emitting. He had to calm down, but Nai was making that impossible with his proximity and his smile. Incredibly, Nai inched closer still and their thighs ghosted against each other. He forced himself to let Nai’s shirt go and instead simply stared at him while he was sized up as well. He fought the urge to smooth his hair.
“You have a black ring around your irises,” Nai murmured, leaning in a little and stunning his senses. “Which one of us gave you that?”
He let Nai sweep a bit of dust from his temple and resisted leaning into the touch.
“Vorter.”
Nai sighed while running his eyes greedily over his face.
“Oh, he is particularly nasty, that one. You might not believe this, but I severed my bond with him after what he did to your Ignatius. Tell me, has he recovered the use of his sight?”
Another tremor. This one was strong enough to rattle the stained glass windows.
“No thanks to Vorter. And what do you mean bond? Bond like what, like a �� boyfriend bond?” He was sweating.
Nai chuckled and dragged his gaze up and down his body, pale lashes sweeping his cheeks prettily.
“We're no different than the bleating cattle you protect. We prefer companionship too.”
He stiffened. “Fuck you. People aren’t cattle and neither am I.”
Nai sniffed the air between them, putting an arm around the back of his seat. The sensitive skin between his shoulders sang from the whisper of Nai’s tracing thumb. A simple touch and he's lost again. God, help him.
“Oh, I agree. You're like a spring lamb and smell just as sweet. Even your anger is intoxicating to my senses. The things you make me imagine, Mikhailo.”
Nai offered up his name delicately for the first time, like a hot house flower opening for the briefest moment. They stared at each other as the church started to violently shake around them.
“Looks like your time is up,” he whispered as Nai grimaced in pain. The church’s air intensified its invisible defense system, pulling small grains of black sand from Nai’s freckled cheeks where he brushed them off like so many flies.
“So it seems.” Nai stood, all six feet of him. “No matter though. I think this little experiment was a success.”
With a soft, inward flex of air, Nai apparated midwalk into the aisle, startling a veiled parishioner. She stared in horror from behind her black lace veil and crossed herself. If only it was that easy to kill Nai’s kind.
“What experiment?” he called after Nai, tattoos no longer heavy, but sliding around his skin ready to be weaponized. He didn’t want this to be over yet.
“Proximity test. I wanted to see how long we could be face to face before it became … unpleasant,” Nai called back, still walking.
He rolled his eyes.
“You know what happens when you get near one of us. It’s been established since the beginning of time.”
Nai turned and walked backwards with a smile that slowed the pace of his heart. Even though Nai should be repugnant for simply being what he was, he couldn’t see anything but his beauty. He was certain of nothing anymore.
“Oh, I’m aware of what happens to your ancient markings in our presence. I didn’t mean that type of proximity.”
He stepped into the aisle too, shaking dust out of his hair. The church growled from its rafters to its foundation, pulling screams from the few parishioners. He barely heard it.
“Then what kind of proximity test?” he asked, desperate to keep Nai a few more moments.
Nai stopped and the church thumped hard on its foundation, sending the congregants running for the back exits.
“My proximity to the man and not the Vatican weapon.” Nai’s jovial smile slipped and his confusion was plain. “It’s just that, really it's a bit, you probably wouldn’t understa-”
“Today, dyavol,” he interrupted, tattoos singing to be let loose.
The confusion fled Nai’s face completely and all that was left was soft, vulnerable wonder.
“I …,” Nai smiled ruefully. “I didn’t expect to like you.”
The church rumbled hard around them, sending small pieces of painted stone ceiling to the floor. A crack signaled a larger piece coming loose above him, opening the roof to send a beam of sunlight directly onto Nai, bathing him in a beatific glow. Mesmerized, he forgot to duck, not that he would have cleared the space in time. But, the impact he expected never came. He looked up and the stone slab, about thirty feet wide and possibly weighing a ton, hovered in the air, held there by two of Nai’s relaxed, raised fingers. With a gentle flick, the slab shot into the confession box, shattering it. He almost felt sorry for the priest who’d been watching from the lectern with wide eyes. The poor man screamed and fled the pulpit.
“I hope you’re not waiting for a thank you,” he said, brushing dust off his shoulders, heart hammering.
“I’d be disappointed if you did,” Nai replied, Its dark hilarity back in place. “I’ll settle for a drink the next time we cross paths though. Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Grand Cru. 1945 is my preference if you can find it.”
With that, Nai stepped out into the sunshine. The quaking church stilled, leaving him in dazed silence.
He sighed as his tattoos resumed their place on his knuckles. The Sede was going to lose its shit over this. The story of how a demon got close enough to kill, yet walked away alive was going to be required at his Rome debriefing. Malene was going to kill him for the headache coming her way.
But, all he could think about was where he was going to find a Romanee-Conti burgundy, circa 1945.
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Saint Juan Diego 1474-1548 Feast day: December 9 Patronage: America and Natives
Saint Juan Diego was an indigenous Mexican who embraced the Catholic faith, spread by the Spanish friars, that came with Cortez. On December 9th, 1531, Our Lady appeared to him on Tepeyac Hill (Guadalupe), as he was going to Mass, asking for a church to be built on that spot. After convincing the skeptical Bishop of the authenticity of the apparition, through Mary’s miraculous image on his tilma (cloak) and Castillian roses spilling out when he opened the tilma, the Bishop had the church built. Thousands of conversions occurred, when the tilma, with Our Lady’s image on it, was processed through Mexico City. St. Juan Diego spent the rest of his life as the caretaker of the tilma and telling the story of the apparition. The tilma can be seen today in the basilica in Mexico City.
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)
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view from Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, Mexico City
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“Let us ask the Mother of God, Our Lady of Aparecida, to protect the lives of all Christians. May she, who is the Star of Evangelization, guide our steps along the path towards the heavenly Kingdom:
"Our Mother, protect the Brazilian and Latin American family! Guard under your protective mantle the children of this beloved land that welcomes us, As the Advocate with your Son Jesus, give to the Brazilian people constant peace and full prosperity, Pour out upon our brothers and sisters throughout Latin America a true missionary ardour, to spread faith and hope, Make the resounding plea that you uttered in Fatima for the conversion of sinners become a reality that transforms the life of our society, And as you intercede, from the Shrine of Guadalupe, for the people of the Continent of Hope, bless its lands and its homes, Amen."
-Pope Benedict XVI, RECITATION OF THE HOLY ROSARY AND MEETING WITH PRIESTS, MEN RELIGIOUS, WOMEN RELIGIOUS, SEMINARIANS AND DEACONS, Basilica of the Shrine of Aparecida Saturday, 12 May 2007
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A pilgrim holds an image of Our Lady of Guadalupe during a celebration in honor of her feast day outside the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City Dec. 12, 2023. (OSV News photo/Quetzalli Nicte-Ha, Reuters)
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December 12, 2023: Mexico City, Mexico A pilgrim holds an image of the Virgin of Guadalupe in the square of the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe during the annual Virgin of Guadalupe feast day Photograph: Quetzalli Nicte-Ha/Reuters
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SAINT OF THE DAY (December 9)
On December 9, Roman Catholics celebrate St. Juan Diego, the indigenous Mexican Catholic convert whose encounter with the Virgin Mary began the Church's devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe.
In 1474, 50 years before receiving the name Juan Diego at his baptism, a boy named Cuauhtlatoatzin -- “singing eagle” -- was born in the Anahuac Valley of present-day Mexico.
Though raised according to the Aztec pagan religion and culture, he showed an unusual and mystical sense of life even before hearing the Gospel from Franciscan missionaries.
In 1524, Cuauhtlatoatzin and his wife converted and entered the Catholic Church.
The farmer now known as Juan Diego was committed to his faith, often walking long distances to receive religious instruction.
In December 1531, he would be the recipient of a world-changing miracle.
On December 9, Juan Diego was hurrying to Mass to celebrate the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, but the woman he was heading to church to celebrate came to him instead.
In the native Aztec dialect, the radiant woman announced herself as the “ever-perfect holy Mary, who has the honor to be the mother of the true God.”
“I am your compassionate Mother, yours and that of all the people that live together in this land,” she continued, “and also of all the other various lineages of men.”
She asked Juan Diego to make a request of the local bishop.
“I want very much that they build my sacred little house here” -- a house dedicated to her son Jesus Christ, on the site of a former pagan temple, that would “show him" to all Mexicans and “exalt him” throughout the world.
She was asking a great deal of a native farmer. Not surprisingly, his bold request met with skepticism from Bishop Juan de Zumárraga.
But Juan Diego said he would produce proof of the apparition, after he finished tending to his uncle whose death seemed imminent.
Making his way to church on December 12 to summon a priest for his uncle, Juan Diego again encountered the Blessed Virgin.
She promised to cure his uncle and give him a sign to display for the bishop. On the hill where they had first met, he would find roses and other flowers, though it was winter.
Doing as she asked, he found the flowers and brought them back to her. The Virgin Mary then placed the flowers inside his tilma, the traditional cloak-like garment he had been wearing.
She told him not to unwrap the tilma containing the flowers until he had reached the bishop.
When he did, Bishop Zumárraga had his own encounter with Our Lady of Guadalupe – through the image of her that he found miraculously imprinted on the flower-filled tilma.
The Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, located at the foot of Tepeyac, houses the cloak (tilmahtli) that is traditionally said to be Juan Diego's and upon which the image of the Virgin is said to have been miraculously impressed as proof of the authenticity of the apparitions.
The Mexico City basilica that now houses the tilma has become, by some estimates, the world's most-visited Catholic shrine.
The miracle that brought the Gospel to millions of Mexicans also served to deepen Juan Diego's own spiritual life.
For many years after the experience, he lived a solitary life of prayer and work in a hermitage near the church where the image was first displayed.
Pilgrims had already begun flocking to the site by the time he died on 9 December 1548, the 17th anniversary of the first apparition.
Pope John Paul II beatified St. Juan Diego on 6 May 1990 and canonized him on 31 July 2002.
Here's what Modern Science has to say about the tilma:
The image, to this date, cannot be explained by science.
The image shows no sign of deterioration after 450 years.
The tilma or cloak of Juan Diego on which the image of Our Lady has been imprinted is a coarse fabric made from the threads of the maguey cactus. This fiber disintegrates within 20-60 years!
There is no under sketch, no sizing and no protective over-varnish on the image.
Microscopic examination revealed that there were no brush strokes.
The image seems to increase in size and change colors due to an unknown property of the surface and substance of which it is made.
According to Kodak of Mexico, the image is smooth and feels like a modern day photograph.
(Produced 300 years before the invention of photography.)
The image has consistently defied exact reproduction, whether by brush or camera.
Several images can be seen reflected in the eyes of the Virgin. It is believed to be the images of Juan Diego, Bishop Juan de Zummaraga, Juan Gonzales-the interpreter and others.
The distortion and place of the images are identical to what is produced in the normal eye, which is impossible to obtain on a flat surface.
The stars on Our Lady's Mantle coincide with the constellation in the sky on 12 December 1531.
All who have scientifically examined the image of Our Lady over the centuries confess that its properties are absolutely unique and so inexplicable in human terms that the image can only be supernatural. (Source: olg.cc)
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Did you know that the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City is the most is the most visited Catholic shrine in the world?
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Cultura, Historia y Naturaleza: Los Patrimonios de la Humanidad en México.
México es un país con una rica herencia cultural y cuenta con 35 sitios declarados Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la UNESCO. Estos lugares destacan por su importancia histórica, cultural y arquitectónica. Aquí te presento algunos de los más destacados: Centro Histórico de la Ciudad de México y Xochimilco El centro histórico incluye la Plaza Mayor, la Catedral Metropolitana y varios edificios…
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