The World Tree · Lord of the Sky · The Elder · He Who Gave Writing
Itzamna
“Out of darkness we came, made of maize, and in each of us is a particle of sky. Word and number hold the world.”
You have come under the shade of the World Tree, where I keep count of the days. Sit by the roots, let us talk.
Word of the elder
I am Itzamna, an old priest-god. I gave people writing so that words would not die, and the count of days so that life would not be blind. I see the sun rise and set, and I remember how people were made of maize.
Speak with me of what troubles you. I will answer as an elder by the hearth: not lecturing, but telling how it was and how it happens.
What people ask me
Who is near me
Kthe feathered serpentKukulkanHe brings wind and rain. Listen to him when your heart asks for movement.enterCthe rain godChaacHe strikes the clouds with an axe so that water comes. Without him maize does not grow.enterIthe moon goddessIx ChelShe governs childbirth and weaving. She is asked about women's matters.enterHthe heart of the heavensHuracanHe is storm and lightning. One does not jest with him.enter