#maría lionza

[lasaraconor]

María Lionza

[kachimera]

Brand of catholicism that goes "depending on the current pope im either gonna chill out and be nice or run into the woods with the pagan goddess until the next one"

[jamesbarnesbestgirl]

Una Noble Reina - Chapter 1

Summary: 

K'uk'ulkan’s mother knew her son was special from the moment he was born. It wasn’t until she realized that he was aging at a far slower pace that she felt a deep sadness for her son. She turned to Chaac, who had blessed her shaman with the vision that saved her people, for solace that her son would know happiness and love. Chaac bestowed upon her the knowledge that when the time was right her son would meet his match in a woman with K'áak'o' tu yicho'ob (fire in her eyes). 

Nearly 500 years later K'uk'ulkan is faced with the startling reality of his own mortality in the aftermath of the defeat at the hands of Shuri. With relations with Wakanda improved but still strenuous, K’uk’ulkan turns his focus to strengthening Talokan by any means necessary. While recovering from the battle he is reminded of his promised match and sets on a path to find her.

CHAPTER 1 - Nos despedimos con un saludo

Notes: 

The inspiration of this story is very loosely based around the Venezuelan legend of María Lionza (also referred to as Yara) the goddess of nature, love, peace and harmony. 

I have not written a fanfic in quite some time so please be gentle. 

The only specific physical description that I plan on writing into this fic is going to be that the reader has central heterochromia in both eyes. This is a genetic condition in which an individual has two eye colors, with a primary base color and a secondary color in a ring around the pupil. The base color is up for your personal interpretation, but the inner ring is described as a ring of fire in the reader's eyes. The reader is also aprox. 27 years old. 

Present Day - Orlando, FL

The world was going to shit. At least, that’s what you thought as you walked away from your advisor's office back towards your own. Ever since the second alien invasion of earth (that you were aware of at least) had whipped out half the planet only for everyone to be brought back five years later, your life had been slowly imploding. 

First your entire family had been snapped away, leaving you to fend for yourself and grow as a person on your own. Now, a year after they had returned, your PhD advisor dumps the fact that the University is redistributing all research funds for her lab towards vibranium research. Thus, leaving her without a way to fund research and you without a clear path forward to obtaining your PhD.

“That purple demon should have just done us the mercy of snapping everyone out of existence. At least that way our lives wouldn’t be falling apart.” You said begrudgingly as you sat down at your desk.  Hiding your head in your arms in the process. 

 “You too, huh?” your friend and fellow former PhD candidate Itzel said. “It could be worse. They are at least granting us a masters for the work we’ve already completed.” She said placing her hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture. 

“Yayyy…” you say unenthusiastically waving your finger in the air without lifting your head. You take a few deep breaths to gather your feelings before sitting up in your chair. “I guess I will just start tutoring full time while I’m job hunting.” You said, attempting to smile. 

“You know, my mother is the principal at the local elementary school in my hometown.  A few days ago when I spoke with her she mentioned that they are looking for an English teacher.” Iztel stated, while fully turning to face you. “I’m sure if I ask she would be happy to get us both jobs at the school. Plus, aren't you always saying you want to improve your spanish? What better way to do that than to move to Mexico?” She added enthusiastically. 

“Supongo que eso podría funcionar. Un cambio de escenario debería hacerme bien.” you responded after careful consideration with a smile. 

“Perfecto!” Itzel exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I will speak to my mother tonight and then you can come over on the weekend and we can figure out the details.”

Feeling a renewed sense of hope you nodded in agreement. You finally turned towards your computer ready to get back to work for the day. 

Present Day - Talokan - Underwater Cavern

K'uk'ulkan was agitated. He was still attempting to wrap his head around his loss to Shuri. He had clearly underestimated her hunger for vengeance. Luckily for him and his people she had shown mercy at the eleventh hour. The loss was making him face a reality he was not expecting. That maybe, despite his best efforts, Talokan was not ready to fully protect herself from the surface world. Remaining hidden was becoming more difficult year after year. The tentative alliance that stemmed from the conflict with Wakanda would only act as a temporary solution to his dilemma. He needed a stronger way to ensure his people's safety. But how? 

“You’re doing it again.” stated Namora, as she entered his hut. 

“Doing what?” he asked, still lost in his thoughts. 

“Sulking.” she voiced. “You are the one that assured me that this alliance is what is best. If that has changed…” She continued.

“It hasn't.” K'uk'ulkan cut her off, finally turning his attention to Namora. 

“Then what has you so troubled?” Namora asked, her concern for her cousin seeping through her voice. “I ask as your cousin, not as your general.” She proceeds to sit next to him and look at the mural he was previously mindlessly staring at. 

K'uk'ulkan turned to her and sighed. “I stand by that the alliance with Wakanda is what’s best for Talokan, but I will not lie and say my ego was not bruised by the defeat.” He admitted. “I underestimated the princess, underestimated her drive.” he turned back towards the mural. 

“The surface world will turn on Wakanda, and when they do Talokan will be their only ally. I just need to make sure we are ready. That if, when the dust settles and Wakanda turns on us, there will be no question as to who the final victor will be.” He turns back to Namora, his jaw set in determination. 

Namora sits there with him, letting his statements sink in. They sit in silence as Namora scans the murals her king had painted throughout the hut. Moments of his history, of the history of Talokan, captured in the beautiful traditional paintings. One mural caught her eye. Slightly obstructed from view, below the mural depicting his birth, was a figure. The small mural was of a woman, one wearing an intricate crown, her eyes full of fire. 

“What about Le Reina?” She asked, breaking her cousin's contemplation once again. His focus shifts the mural Namora is gazing at. 

“She doesn’t exist. I’ve spent years searching for her.” he scoffs slightly, turning away from the mural. 

“I’ve never known you to be one to give up.” Namora says with a raised brow, a small smirk pulling at her lips. 

“I haven’t given up.” he scoffs in offense. “Le Reina, my match, I have always assumed would be a mutant, like me. I would know if there was another mutant within the waters of Talokan.” he stated firmly. 

Namora sat in contemplation for a moment. “It sounds like there is one place you have yet to look.” She turned her gaze to the hut door. 

“The surface world?” he questioned. “You think the queen of Talokan is from the surface world?”

“Well, have you checked?” Namora countered back. 

They let the silence once again take over. It is true that he had never considered a surface dweller. K'uk'ulkan had expected his match to be born in Talokan from the day his mother had told him of his intended. He had spent the better half of a century after he had first come of age searching for her. After almost 300 years of no sign of her, he had all but given up. 

“The surface world is a large place.” he stated. 

“Then we better start looking.” Namora said. She stood up and turned to exit his hut. 

16th Century - Yaracuy, Venezuela

In the rainforest of Venezuela, in a small village along the Yaracuy river the chief of the village waited impatiently outside his home. He paced back and forth along the river embankment. He could hear the labor pains of his wife from within his home. After a particularly loud groan from within the home he began to pray to their mountain god for the safe delivery of his child. 

A few minutes went by and the chief finally heard the cry of his newborn child. After a few moments one of the village women, who had assisted during the birth ushered him inside to meet his new child. 

“My love, come meet our beautiful daughter.” His wife gestured towards him with an exhausted smile on her face. 

The chief knelt beside his wife and pushed back her sweat soaked hair in a loving gesture. “May I hold her?” he asked as he kissed his wife’s forehead and silently thanked the gods for a safe delivery. 

His wife carefully transferred their newborn daughter into his arms. “She needs a name.” she said while smiling at her child. 

“Yara. Our beautiful Yara.” He said with a smile as he gently held his beloved daughter. 

As the family began to bond with their new member the child slowly opened her eyes. Both parents paused their loving gestures and looked from their child to each other. The girl's eyes were unlike anything the chief had encountered. She had eyes as green as the rainforest with rings of fire surrounding her pupils. 

Present Day - Orlando, FL

After your initial talk with Itzel you had finished up work for the day. That weekend you had spent nearly 5 hours on facetime with your friend and her mother. As Itzel had predicted her mother was enthusiastic about the idea of you joining her school as their English teacher. 

Now, 3 months later, consolation masters done, you were packing up the last of your things for the move. You had sold all of your furniture, as it would have been far too expensive to move.

 “How long of a drive is it again?” you ask Itzel as she loaded her last bag into the back of your car. 

“44 hours if we were to drive straight through without stopping.” she said as she walked around to the front passenger side. 

“If we aim for about 8 hours a day we should get there by the end of the week.” you state as you enter the driver side of the car. Itzel was from the small coastal town of Sisal, just north of Mérida in the Yucatan province of Mexico. As you plugged in her family’s home address into your phone's GPS system you ensured that you could see out of the rear view mirror with the trunk pact full of your stuff. 

“We better get going then if we want to reach the panhandle by dark.” she says as she adjusts her seat. 

You pull away from your apartment and start the drive north. It was strange leaving the place you had called home for the last 6 years, but in saying goodbye you were saying hello to a new chapter of your life. 

Translations

Supongo que eso podría funcionar. Un cambio de escenario debería hacerme bien. - I guess that could work. A change of scenery should do me good.

[elhoimleafar]

How do your dreams sound? How does your magic feel and sound? 😌🐈‍⬛🌄

One of my goals writing Dream Witchery was keeping it authentic and personal, but also real and faithful to the culture and history it represents.

The aroma of star anise, rosemary, chamomile, mint, cinnamon, kava kava, and orchids burning everyday over a piece of charcoal in the corner's cauldron, that was the essential spirit of the book bringing with it inspiration and motivation day after day, and occasionally camphor to refresh memory and properly clarify memories.

When you have Dream Witchery in your hands it feels like a bunch of wet earth from the edge of the Orinoco River in your hands, when you pick it up from the table it feels like a large, light rock from the bottom of the Segura River in Cartagena.

Those shades of orange on the cover they have that look that is reminiscent of the houses in the old villages of Peru, Cuba and Colombia, when the houses have been painted for so many years that you feel the color change in the cracks, but even so the families do not paint the houses because these were many times painted by their grandparents collecting money for weeks to be able to make these humble changes.

The subtle changes in the Orange cover remind me so much of the color of the burning fathoms at the edge of the Montana de Sorte (Cerro María Lionza) river where the brujas gather after that long two-day journey to honor the queen goddess of the land, It also reminds me of those amazing soups made over burning wood every Sunday afternoon at the Embalse la Mariposa, where my mother, as well as many brujas of the Capital in later years, usually brought their clients to perform spiritist sessions, and aromatics baths with flowers and essences in the river to honor Oshún & Our Golden Lady of Charity 💛

That dancing snake surrounded by moons that reminds me of how our ancestors, Hispanics, Indigenous natives, Europeans, and Afro-Caribbeans living on the coasts mixed with each other and constantly changed their skin, just like us, as well as all the witches in modernity, we constantly change our skin and adapt to everything that comes for us.

Those moons around are a subtle and wise reminder to always keep me grounded, remind me to be a child sitting over the hood of my dad's 1989 Chevrolet Classic just watching the stars and the moon all night and listening the drums coming from the house while everyone is dancing and singing all long night 😌

If you haven't read yet Dream Witchery 🌺 you can grab yours now in this link: https://amzn.to/4aPNCLd or in your favorite local bookstore.

#dreamwitch #indigenouswisdom #tribe

[enchanted-moura]

It is no secret to anyone that José Gregorio Hernández is adored as a healer.

The doctor of the poor belongs to the animist cult of María Lionza —a polytheistic religion— and Afro-Cuban Santeria has a cult of José Gregorio, “popular religion” adores him.

A well-known shaman, who says she teaches people how to call on the spirit of the doctor to turn ordinary water into medicine, sells most of her Gregorio-related items to practitioners of Santeria, the Afro-Latino tradition that prevails in Latin American and Caribbean regions. In parts of Caracas, psychic healers offer the desperate the opportunity to be attended to by Hernández in person. - https://bottegadivina.blog/2015/03/03/jose-gregorio/

[unwelcome-ozian]

Hello, thanks for considering this ask.

- A woman on a beast. The woman is sometimes nude or partially clothed. The beast is usually a feral animal. Ever heard of this type of symbolism in programming?

It would depend on the belief system followed. For example;

There I saw a woman sitting on a red beast. The beast was covered with evil names. It had seven heads and ten horns. 4 The woman was dressed in purple and red. She was shining with the gold, jewels, and pearls that she was wearing. She had a golden cup in her hand. This cup was filled with terribly evil things and the filth of her sexual sin. 5 She had a title written on her forehead. This title has a hidden meaning.-Revelation 17

Princess Yara rides through the mountains on a tapir and often appears in them form of a blue butterfly. (María Lionza)

Oz

[isobellabelladonna]

There are a lot of cultures mixing there because of its location. Someone there taught me about the cult of María Lionza which is based in Venezuela. She is a part of a trinity herself.

[julio-viernes]

Justo dentro de un mes, 7 de septiembre, se cumplirá el 46 aniversario de la edición de "Siembra" de Willie Colon y Rubén Blades, obra maestra absoluta de la música latina y un renacimiento para la salsa cuando se encontraba en franca decadencia. El cantante y compositor panameño y el trombonista del Bronx criado en Puerto Rico parieron en 1978 su deslumbrante disco de la "salsa intelectual", cuajado de números magníficos como "Plástico", "María Lionza", la propia "Siembra", "Buscando Guayaba"... y, sobre todo, la sensacional e inmortal "Pedro Navaja", una de las mejores canciones de todos los tiempos, no sólo latina, sino en general. Una expresiva historia de asesinato urbano entre un malandro y una prostituta fantásticamente narrada, que Gabriel García Márquez hubiera deseado escribir. "Navaja" se inspiró en la célebre "Mack The Knife" - popularizada en 1955 por Louis Armstrong , y, sobre todo, en 1959 por Bobby Darin-, que a su vez era una versión de "Die Moritat von Mackie Messer", de Kurt Weill y Bertolt Brecht (popular en la voz de Lotte Lenya) para el drama musical de 1928, "The Threepenny Opera ("Die Dreigroschenoper").

Subo dos vídeos, uno sensacional en directo en los años 80 con Blades y su grupo Seis del Solar en plena efervescencia, recordando con gracia y estilo ese "Mack The Knife" primigenio (en concreto el de Darin), y por supuesto, con la cita final a "America" de "West Side Story" de Leonard Bernstein. El segundo es la versión en estudio - la historia, el meollo de la letra- de Pedro Navaja, dramatizada para la TV mejicana en 1980.

[noticlip]

La Montaña de Sorte recibió el “Mara de Diamante”

La Fundación Mara de Oro de Venezuela e Internacional este 2024 continúa premiando “lo mejor de lo mejor”, como parte de las actividades en el marco del Sextoagésimo Noveno Aniversario, realizando una Entrega Especial Histórica desde el Monumento Cerro María Lionza la máxima distinción: “Mara de Diamante”, otorgada este año considerado Patrimonio Inmaterial de la Humanidad.  “Para esta…

[keyboardinpain]

Culto de María Lionza

[davidsoto666]

LA CORONACIÓN ESPIRITUAL EN EL CULTO DE MARÍA LIONZA.

Si lo vemos desde el punto de vista de la Santería sería algo parecido a la que se realiza antes de entrar al cuarto de santo para coronarse la osha.

Pero para los Marialonceros la Coronación es algo muy importante es como la consagración por la Santa Reyna María Lionza, y es un punto importante ya que te lo ganas con muchos sacrificio y dedicación, algunos lo obtienen por su gran desempeño y/o evolución como Materia, Banco ó simplemente por su conducta dentro y fuera del culto, o con las Ceremonias que se le van realizando a la materia que se inicia en el culto.

Pero bien, quien es el elegido o quien está realmente capacitado para decidir quién y cuándo, un Marialoncero debe ser Coronado, esto solo lo deciden los hermanos espirituales en una sección o misa y se le comunica al elegido en su debido momento, bien sea en la montaña de la Reina ó en el portal principal del grupo, o haciendo una consulta directa con los espíritus, ya sea por el tabaco o las muletillas que se suelen usar en el culto.

Cuanto tiempo debe pasar o que cosas debe hacer un Marialoncero para recibir una Coronación, el tiempo definitivamente es incierto, porque uno puede pensar que un hermano debe recibir una Coronación pero los hermanos espirituales no se la conceden, que cosas se deben hacer para tratar de recibir una Coronación, el comportamiento dentro y fuera del culto es fundamental seguido de la disciplina a la hora de desarrollarse como Materia y/o Banco a esto va aunado los sacrificios que todo Marialoncero debe realizar, entre lo más usual es que sean veintiún días de purificación en oraciones y retirado de las bebidas alcohólica, las fiestas, parrandas, reuniones no deseadas y la abstención del sexo por completo, también bajo limpiezas de plantas fuertes, y baños dulces, poniendo unas asistencias ya sea una bóveda espiritual con sus respectivos vasos representando las cortes y prendiendo una vela diaria durante este periodo, con lo cual podrá proceder a realizar el primer velado de limpieza, despojo y purificación con velas blancas y luego pasar al velado de fuerza, elevación y desarrollo, con las velas de colores según lo indiquen los espíritus y luego de sacarle el camino de las cortes que lo acogerán en el culto, con lo que se sabrá si podrá recibir el misterio y tinaja del culto a María Lionza.

Para qué sirve la Coronación, lo que más se conoce es el resultado sobre los que son Materia se dice que la Coronación cierra el Carapacho contra entidades negativas ó malignas y no permite que esa Materia Coronada reciba algo malo, además de abrir el portal del cerebro por primera vez al umbral espiritual de sus guías principales y protectores, como la primera Coronación la realiza el Protector se dice que este deja una marca espiritual que identifica al Coronado como hijo de ese espíritu.

La Coronación es un arma de doble filo, esto porque es un reto que se debe asumir con bondad y no sentirse por encima de los demás, yo personalmente he visto personas coronadas que antes de su Coronación tienen un desempeño impresionante y después de la Coronación empiezan a decaer hasta el punto que terminan por retirarse del culto o solo del grupo donde recibió la Coronación, por otro lado está la otra cara de la moneda de Coronados que toman un segundo aire y sorprenden con la evoluciónque tienen después de su Coronación.

Se dice que son tres las Coronación que se deben recibir para cerrar bien el Carapacho y que este bien protegido espiritualmente, pero también he visto a hermanos con más de tres Coronaciones

[espanquer]

Pedro Centeno Vallenilla .(1899-1988) Sketch for a slave in ‘Maria Lionza’ picture. María lionza is a Venezuelan goddess

Pedro Cebreno Vallenilla: Nude Study (1940s)

[jamesbarnesbestgirl]

Una Noble Reina - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 - En la montaña de Sorte por Yaracuy

Notes: 

Here is chapter two! Sorry for the wait. My uploading goal is once a week 😀

There is a lot of exposition in this chapter but i promise it will be worth it in time!

Also, the river serpent god is part of the legend of María Lionza and is not our beloved winged serpent god.

Enjoy!

Late 16th Century  - Talokan

K'uk'ulkan’s mother knew her son was special from the moment he was born. Her son had been blessed with wings on his ankles and the ability to breath the air that she had once breathed. Now, almost 25 years after her people had been forced from their farms, she had the peace of seeing her people thrive in their new home. Although she longed for the surface she found great joy in watching her community thrive. 

She had watched family members find love and have children of their own. Those children were now, in turn, coming of age themselves and finding the love that their parents share. 

With this joy came a sense of melancholy. Her son, le yáax paalal Talokan, was wise beyond his years. Although wise, the king had barely resembled a boy. It had seemed, along with the blessing of his birth, he had been granted an extended life as he did not age at the same rate as his peers. 

When she was a younger woman, the thought of never being able to see her son grow in the way all the other mothers did made her mournful. In her sorrow she had turned to Chaac, who had blessed her with a vision of her son. 

In the vision he was in a grand palace, a grown man, embracing a beautiful woman with K'áak'o' tu yicho'ob. She recognized the way he gently cupped her check and placed his forehead on hers. Staring into her eyes as if she was the most precious thing in the world. It was the same look his father had given her. There was no indication on how much time would pass before the vision came to fruition, however she was at peace with the knowledge that her son would know love.

She smiled gently as she passed a young couple with their newborn child on her way home. She had just been visiting with her sister, who had recently become a grandmother. 

“Na'! Táan a wotoch!” (Mom! you’re home!) exclaimed an excited K'uk'ulkan as he swam quickly to envelop his mother in a hug. 

“Je'el. Bix estuvo a k'iin, paal áanteni'.” (Yes. How was your day, my son.) she replied, returning the embrace. She pulled back to gently run her fingers through his hair. 

“Bin genial! Teene' yéetel Pakal k meyaj ichil u búukinta'al le vibranio bey fuente sáasil utia'al k wíiniko'obo'!” (It was great! Me and Pakal are working on using vibranium as a source of light for our people!) he told her enthusiastically. “Táak in meentik teech u na' le k'iino'. Je'el bix le solías wilik ken a ch'úupalo'.” (I want to make you the sun mom. Like the one you used to see as a girl.)

“Nib óolal paal áanteni'. Le sería jach jump'éel siibal.” (Thank you, my son. that would truly be a gift.) She said as he beamed up at her praise. 

“Bix estuvo a k'iin na'?”(How was your day mom?) he asked as she slowly made her way into their home. 

“In k'iin ts'o'ok u biin ma'alob. Táantik in biin in wil a túumben ka'a suku'un champaalo'.” (My day has been going well. I just went to visit your new baby cousin.) she replied as she began collecting ingredients to make dinner. 

“Ka woksaj óotik wáaj u alguna ka'atéen yanak ten le je'elo'?” (Do you think I will ever have that?) he quietly asks, as if talking to himself. 

“Ba'ax a k'áat a ya'alej?” (What do you mean?) she asked, still focused on her task.

“Jump'éel ch'i'ibalil, woksaj óotik wáaj u alguna ka'atéen yanak ten jump'éel ch'i'ibalil bey le ti' leti'ob?” (A family, do you think I will ever have a family like theirs?) he clarified shyly. 

The question made her pause. A small part of her heart broke at the sound of her son's uncertainty. Stopping what she was doing she made her way back to him. “In wojel tin puksi'ik'al yaan a meent.” (I know in my heart that you will.)  She reassured him, staring into his eyes. 

“Ba'ax je'el u páajtal a t'aan in leti' tu ka'atéen.” (Can you tell me about her again?) he asked tentatively. She smiled, nodded, and guided him to the living room. Dinner could wait. 

16th Century - Yaracuy, Venezuela

It was early morning. The mist of the dawn had just begun to break as the chief walked along the Yaracuy river. It had been five years since his precious Yara had been born. His now five year old daughter had developed a spirit that matched her unusual fire-filled eyes. 

As the chief continued his walk he pondered on his daughter's shocking birth. When his village had witnessed his daughter's unnatural eyes there had been whispers that the princess was a demon, some had even suggested that she be sacrificed to their river serpent god. As she grew older the whispers began to dissipate, but they never fully went away. 

As he traveled further from his village the wind began to pick up and the once breaking mist began to thicken. From the mist, down by the river bank the serpent god emerged. The chief was startled at first, for he had yet to be visited by the deity. 

Chief of the Yaracuy river. I have come to you to bestow you with a premonition. The deity echoed within the mind of the chief. Your descendants have the spirit of a mighty fire. A fire that will lead them to be sought after by powerful men, myself included. Only once devoured will their true potential be revealed. 

Before the chief could question the serpent it was gone. The mist and wind once again had returned to normal. His thoughts immediately turned to his beloved daughter. 

The chief rushed home to divulge what he was just presented with to his wife. 

“She is not safe here.” he spoke with fear in his eyes.

“What are we to do?” she asked, turning towards the sleeping child. 

“We shall hide her. Send her to live far from the river, in the Sorte mountain. Twenty of our best warriors will protect her.” he stated. 

“Are you sure this is necessary?” his wife asked with tears in her eyes. 

“If we don’t, she will be devoured and we will never see her again.” he replied solemnly. 

It was settled. Twenty of the village's best warriors left for the mountain of Sorte with the princess Yara. Intent on protecting their young princess from being devoured by the river serpent. 

It was the hardest decision the chief had ever made. Unfortunately, he never saw his daughter again. That day he sealed her fate, and the fate of her descendants. 

   Present Day - Sisal, Mexico

After 10 long days you had finally made it. Itzel had just made the turn into the driveway leading to her family’s seaside home. As she approaches the house and comes to a stop you see her mother and father waiting by the front door. 

“Ah mija! Welcome home!” her father exclaims as you both get out of the car. 

“It’s been too long.” her mother says as she goes to hug her daughter. 

“Y/N! It is nice to finally see you in person. Welcome to Sisal.” her father says. “Here let me help you girls with your things. You must be exhausted from the drive.” 

“Thank you so much for letting me stay with you while I get settled and find a place.” you say as you pop the trunk to the car. 

“It’s nothing. A friend of our Itzel’s is a friend of ours.” her mother exclaimed. “Now come in! Come in! I have lunch waiting inside.” 

You continue to thank the family for their gracious hospitality as they help unpack the car. 

Lunch was amazing. You hadn’t remembered the last time you had smiled this much. Being in the presence of Itzel’s parents reminded you of your own before the blip, so joyful and full of life. 

“So Y/N, what is the plan for this week?” Itzel’s father asked as everyone was just finishing lunch.

“Well, I was thinking tomorrow Itzel could show me around town.” you say smiling at your friend. 

“I’m down! Plus, it would be good to get a rough idea of the area for house hunting.” Itzel responds, getting up from the table to begin the dishes. 

“I would also love to see the school if possible?” you ask her mother. You grab your plate and get up, moving towards the sink to help. 

“As it is summer, school isn’t in session at the moment. I can show you the building and what will be your classroom on Wednesday if that works for you.” her mother responds smiling.

“That would be perfect!” you exclaim. “I cannot even begin to thank you again for all the help you have given me. I appreciated it so much.” you thank both her parents. Her mother brushes your thanks off stating that you’re practically family, which once again warms your heart. You’ve only known them for a short while but it’s decided. You would die for this family. 

Translations

le yáax paalal Talokan -  the first son of Talokan

K'áak'o' tu yicho'ob (fire in her eyes)

Tags: @kingtwhiddleston @xxmilli @leah-halliwell92

[elhoimleafar]

Maria Lionza, Lady of the spirits and souls.

The cult of the indigenous goddess Yara de la Onza or Maria Lionza in Venezuela, the same spiritualist cult that has spread to other countries such as Colombia, Peru, and Ecuador, ultimately transcends the comprehension of those occultists and sorcerers who do not reside there.

Maria Lionza is cited in a few books. Most define her as a Venezuelan indigenous legend, a female spirit of native origin, or a "local goddess" of spirits and nature. In Venezuela, Maria Lionza is all of these definitions and more. She is a high magic spiritual entity that assists all those who feel isolated, unappreciated, belittled, marginalized, and mistreated. She and all those who oppose the ideas of the system brought by the colonizers: racism, transphobia, homophobia, religious imposition, patriarchy, etc.

Maria Lionza represents the wild, free, indomitable, and matriarchal aspect of Nature. It is the old story of an indigenous woman who rebelled against the religious institution and freed enslaved people. It is the never-written tale of a powerful woman who discovers in her femininity an intimate connection to divinity and, through it, finds the power to lead the rebellion and claim her role until death and beyond.

Between Animas & Spirits

Maria Lionza acts as a liberator of the Animas and souls from purgatory, just as she was a liberator of the indigenous peoples enslaved by the European colonizers.

She is the central character in the spiritist cult of the animas and spirits in Venezuela. Although the term "Animas" has a massive variety of results according to each Latin American country, in the spiritist aspect, it is the term commonly used to refer to those lost souls, martyred souls, and souls that wander aimlessly in pain, either for having committed suicide or murder, for having seriously harmed others, or (following Catholic tradition) for not having received baptism, although today the latter can be referred to more broadly in the aspect of being an anima that did not follow an established religious current or another spiritual path, and simply has no direction of ascension to follow in the afterlife.

Maria Lionza is the leader of her own spiritual court, and contrary to Santa Barbara, another character of great relevance in the spiritualist cults of the region, who appears as a more modern character and is linked to the Catholic people, Maria Lionza represents the indigenous ancestors and pagan warriors of the past, native sorceresses and their pre-colonization magic, nature's herbal and medicinal secrets, and a connection to all the wild animals of which she has been proclaimed queen.

The animas and spirits serve as messengers of Maria Lionza, a queen in the world of spirits and fairies, the latter being very different characters in Latin America from their European version, darker in character and with a very different origin.

Being a Marialioncero, a priest of Maria Lionza, also implies being a sorcerer who agrees with all these spirits that are present, working at their service and charging them through favors. Conquering the world of spirits is a particular task that requires years of training and constant practice. These are esoteric mysteries not found in books and encyclopedias but hidden in plain sight and in constant and changing practice.

The spirits of low light and the animas act as servants of the queen. They come to the sorcerer or the Chaman to agree in exchange for mutual favors, thus being for them a mission to fulfill beyond life, thus allowing them to somehow way to free themselves from the chains and agony of being souls in pain and serve, beyond death, a purpose superior to them, a spiritual entity of greater power, and work shoulder to shoulder with priests, warriors, and sorcerers of the goddess.

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From a historical perspective, the origin of the figure of María Lionza and her cult is still unclear. Everything seems to indicate, however, that this belief stems from ceremonies that the inhabitants of present-day Venezuela held in honor of female deities - deities associated with water, animals, and the forces of nature - before the arrival of the Spaniards. Later, these beliefs blended with Catholicism and with the rituals brought over by West African slaves. The cult has received strong influences from Allan Kardec's Spiritism, Cuban Santería, Umbanda, and Haitian Voodoo, among other religious practices. Despite its close connection with Venezuela, the belief in and worship of María Lionza has spread, in recent decades, to other South American and Caribbean countries - such as Colombia, Dominican Republic, and Puerto Rico - as well as to the United States and Europe, in particular Spain. The presence of the cult on the Internet is overwhelming, and so is the use that believers make of new technologies such as smartphones and social networks.

Roger Canals, “Studying Multi-Modal Religions: Migration and Mediation in the Cult of María Lionza (Venezuela, Barcelona, Internet)” (2018)