Twelfth Night: 2018 The Three Magi is the Close of Christmas, Start Mardi Gras

Twelfth Night, Epiphany, Visit of the Magi/Three Kings, start of Mardi Gras. It can occur on Jan 5th or 6th and last one day or weeks until Easter. It all depends on your religious bent.

The Christmas decorations traditionally need to be taken down.

At the Cirque we prefer to transition rather than disappear all the lights and icons in one fell swoop. Many lights still burn and the gnome/pixie/alternative baby Jesus gives off strong vibes that he is not ready for containment.

And who can blame him? Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday are on the same day as is Easters pairing with April Fools Day.

It’s that kind of year when you listen to the anthropomorphic desires of a toy you bought at the fancy supermarket.

SpaceX launch seen in Phoenix, AZ

The footage you’ll see of the SpaceX launch over Phoenix, AZ was as weird and eerie as it looks. No enhancements.  I’ve been having one of the feverish cold/sore throat ailments.  Over the counter anything and a few pots o’ coffee and I was on my merry way to do some Holiday shopping.  Coming out to my car, Bethany Home Rd and 7th Street, I caught glimpses of the end times craft gliding through the sky but was hesitant to say anything lest I was the only one seeing it.

Yes, my first thought was alien ufo.  This is Phoenix.  A marvelous sight.  A futurist Santa’s Sleigh that punched through the linear timeline with a Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rum.  And lots of mind altering over-the-counter cold medicine.  Thanks SantaX!

New Puppy for Christmas

This fine lad was in the Lowe’s Home store checkout line. The lady got a puppy for Christmas.  I’d love to have pictures of what her decorations look like with this adorable wrecking ball around.  Ah-dorable.   (Thank you to Anna at Your Art Path for the gif tutorial. Clearly some refinements are needed but up and running. Like crazy puppy.)

Holidays at The Met

Giuseppe Sanmartino (Italian, 1720–1793)

 

Holidays at The Metropolitan Museum in New York.  There is enough online to experience that you’ll feel like you’ve actually been there.
Holidays at The Met

December 12-Virgin de Guadalupe. A Nahuatl Mother bridges worlds.

Considered the hardcore start of the holiday season, December 12 aptly starts off with Virgin de Guadalupe. Appearing to Juan Diego on December 9, 1531, on the Hill of Tepeyac,  (now a suburb of Mexico City)   Mother Maria spoke to Juan in his native Nahuatl language (said to be the language of the Aztec empire.) the maiden identified herself as the Virgin Mary, “mother of the very true deity” and asked for a church to be built at that site in her honor.  This was one helluva task for Juan but he went to big wigs of the still new Catholic Church  in the part of the world and they told him to bring back a miracle or GTFO.  He tried to avoid the next progress meeting with Maria and took another route home.  But She being of magical multi-locational abilities found him and asked why Juan didn’t come to Her in the first place?

“¿No estoy yo aquí que soy tu madre?”
(Am I not here, I who am your mother?)

 

Being a reasonable project manager, She miraculously healed Juan’s Uncle then  told Juan to go back to Tepeyac Hill and bring back the flowers blooming there. Juan remarked it was December and doubtful anything was growing butfollowed her instructions because, orders.   Castilian roses, not native to Mexico,  were blooming there.  Good choice, Juan!

“The Virgin arranged the flowers in Juan’s tilma, or cloak, and when Juan Diego opened his cloak before archbishop Zumárraga on December 12, the flowers fell to the floor, and on the fabric was the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe.”

The cloak still exists in the church on the hill Our Lady asked Juan Diego to  build.

 

 

It’s a fascinating story and there are old documents from the Catholic Church of the meetings and the cloak is a puzzler much like the Shroud of Turin.  In recent years the Virgin of Guadalupe has been made Empress Saint of the Americas and she resides over issues that seem more convenient for the Church than for what she was asking.  The Nahuatl religion was folded into Catholicism.

She brought blooming roses in December and healed a dying man.  She made the leaders of the Church take orders from a 56 year old dirt farmer.  As far as saints’ stories go, this is pretty, sweet, funny.  No disembowlments or burning at the stake.  Maybe Mother Maria really was the original Nahuatl  deity finding a way to help her people go into the inevitable Catholic Church takeover without blood and suffering.