Memory Fragments: Probity

Omeyocan Dogs

Tonacatecutli & Tonacacihuatl. The "Omeyocan Dogs" of the 13th dual highest heaven
They are guardian dogs that transport the souls of the dead after the festivals have ended
One "Trecena." One "Cipactli," ends. So, the dogs lick the bones clean with tongues of levin
Then, after the 13th lick, the bones return to Cipactli. Where we are all not to be expected

"Where everything returns to its origin, it shall be the beginning of a fertile and sustainable life"
Being now clean and without sin since creation, the infant bones have been served by the dogs
A black dog, Tonacatecutli, cleans the bones first of their innocence so they know about strife
A white dog, Tonacacihuatl, cleans them again so they remain pure before the stardust fogs

"Shinning white, the bones cast the darkest shadows." But children cast a white shadow
Let the Omeyocan dogs guide them to their burial. Watchers on the sky, partners on land
A long journey begins. To Cipactli they go, into the primitive womb of endless flow
"Taken with the paws, children go happy. Soft, trustworthy, and a friend forever at hand"

Through the fogs they go first. A rainbow that blinds the monochrome eyes of kids
The dogs lick the pupils to reveal the colors of their life. Leftovers that stayed true
Now they see truly. The first step into accepting death, their heart no longer forbids
"We are your pets, if you so wish us to be. Let us play chase and go after what our hearts knew"

"Be children and play in the black waters. White as you are, you are not to be stained"
Having reached the waters of dead, the children soak themselves in good fun and play
The dogs lick them clean once again and, with a washed mind, memory gets dried and drained
"Heavy as water may be, you children carry not its weight. Float with us with bellies up-way"

A river that ends in the jaguar's home. The journey of the dead comes to an obsidian halt
"Let them say goodbye to their newfound hearts. As their fathers: quick and unannounced"
The children let go of their heart. An equal send-off towards the new home of the exalt
"Say goodbye to your stranger ally. As you cannot remember, the painful arrow gets bounced"

Children do not deserve to have their hearts eaten. Nor pierced through with an arrow
Instead, they offer them to the lonely jaguar for them to play in the desert and feast together
"Hollow and light you must feel. Your hearts would not pass through the invisible narrow"
"Let us get carried by the wind. Towards no gravity, a tremor in your bellies is like a feather"

With no memories, no pain, and no hunger, the children cross sand and into the chill of night
"We will dispose of our fur and give it to you. We are Xoloitzcuintles. We need no sense of feel"
The dogs reveal their true self. Just as the children will when they get to the obsidian height
"After this winter play, the chilly winds will cease. We will land, and fur and skin shall we peel"

But this was not done by sharp obsidian shards. The children just had to leave all their things
The dogs licked once again everything away. No toys around, nor the belongings of a life's past
"The sun we will soon see. How are we faring? Ready to play some more as mountain kings?"
"We are close to our house, children. A place for pure souls that get to sleep and rest at last"

As they got close to the Omeyocan dogs' house, the children saw two clashing mountains
"Do not worry. We are nimble, tiny, and light! We can run and pass them without harm"
The dogs offer their paws and guide the children through the butting of bleeding fountains
"You children have no quarrel with life. So, you are safe and can pass without life's charm"

"Now we just need to cross a red river. Then, we will be home! You were such good souls"
"We dogs judge the worth of the dead. With each lick, a taste for their life's sins"
"But you are all tasteless. Your bones are worthy to be served on any and all food bowls"
"We are friends. No longer master's and pets. This is where the play ends and death begins"

"You have done the journey in reverse. As children who died first, you are the last devoured"
"You are not yet welcomed, not yet ready for the real journey. Cipactli would eat you instantly"
"We will guard you until you are ready. After thirteen days, we shall feed it bones flowered"
"One last play, a last trick. We Omeyocan dogs await your flourish pass the journey of infancy"