Pokal is Wise

*This is the paper that I ended up writing for my Aztec class, for the class we a doing a simulation study and I am the religious minister for the kingdom of the Mezkans (the one that I procrastinated for a good five or so hours yesterday from doing). There are four other empires in the simulation study and recently we have forged a relationship with one of them. Our event for this week was to deal with a mysterious sickness that was plaguing our people and to decide to offer aid to a nearby empire who is under threat by a encroaching tribe. Michelle, my sister, is also in the class and she is the Military adviser for the Mezkans.*

Last night Pokal talked to me through a dream.

In this dream I was walking along the pilgrimage route from Tianqui to Quiauatl. As I was walking on the path frogs started to jump out from the forest, at first there was only a few but as I neared Quiauatl more and more frogs came from the depths of the jungle. I looked at the frogs and saw that they were covered in blisters that oozed and that they were hot to the touch. When I looked in the eyes of the frogs they were glowing like the sun. I went along the path until I reached a river, in the river the frogs were washing themselves and filling the river with their puss. I entered the river and walked up the stream and the water became blood. I looked down and I had become covered in blood and puss. My body became so hot that I could not stand anymore and I had to find a spot of clean water and lay in it. When I was recovering in the water I saw a fish swim by. I asked him why there were so many frogs and why the river turned to blood. He told me to take some potato mash and place it in a hole, then he took the mash out and it was covered in mold. He told me to eat the mold and then make my way up the river. He said that the mold would protect me from the frogs, but the river would still turn to blood. He said that if I walked for half a day up the blood filled river I would find the source of it. I ate the mold as the fish told me and made my way up the river. After walking half a day the river became so full of blood it was almost impossible to forge, but I came to a lake and I saw what was causing the blood. There was a mountain made of stone and on top of the mountain was a god that welded a knife that could kill without touching. At the side of the mountain was a line of jaguars that were being led to the top of mountain. At the top the god killed the jaguar and the blood came rushing down and filled the river. Then the body of the jaguar was thrown down and daemons tore it apart. The sight was very disturbing and when I saw the daemons rip apart the jaguar I yelled out. The god saw me and I looked back. His face was so bright that it woke me from my vision.

When I woke I knew that Pokal had blessed me with a vision. I thanked him and pondered over its meaning. After much thought and divine guidance I have discovered the meaning of the revelation.

The frogs are the uncleanness that we all have. Normally they are kept in check by predators and so we are not effected by their presence. However we have seen that our old and our young have become sick with sores and fevers. This is due to the unchecked nature of the frogs. I have heard from the people in the village that there is someone that is killing the jaguar nearby. I believe that the killing of the jaguar has allowed the frogs to multiply and make us sick. And just as I had to leave the place of the frogs in my vision the sick in our land must also venture forth and go to the place of the jaguar to be healed. I will instruct all of the sick to make the mash like the fish told me to do and let the mold grow until it is time to embark on the journey, then they will eat the mold. The mold will protect the travelers until they reach the place of the jaguar killings. When they find the source of the blood river they must stop the killing and protect the jaguars until the jaguars have killed enough of the vile frogs that balance returns once again and the sores do not appear on the skin of the sick. If we continue to allow the jaguars to be killed the frogs will continue to dirty our water and we will all fall ill to the sickness. We must restore order to our land.

This is what Pokal has revealed to me, this is what we our people will do.