• 21Jun

    I’ve always enjoyed Mayan mythology. There is just something compelling about a bunch of stories where the gods are mostly jerks and the humans keep trying to trick them. Sometimes they succeed, sometimes they fail. But it is always interesting.

    A lot of the stories are based around the ball game. It’s a game that has been played for thousands of years, in various incarnations. It was likely a combination of racquetball and volleyball - the goal was to keep the ball in play and bounce it off the walls or through a hoop. The game could be played by individuals or in teams. The ball was made out of rubber and a bunch of them, along with the ball courts themselves, have been discovered by archaeologists over the years.

    This is an example of a ball court, found at the awesome site of Monte Alban.

    This is an example of a ball court, found at the awesome site of Monte Alban.

    The ball itself was heavy solid rubber - it could weight up to 10 pounds (which is about 15 times heavier then a volleyball)- and therefore injuries were definitely common. Also, the players could not use their hands but had to rely mainly on their hips to move the ball around.

    It was a game played by everyone, including children in the streets. But it also had an important ritual element to it and there are a bunch of theories regarding the meaning of the game. For example:

    1) The ball game was a proxy for war: men would fight on the ball court and the gods would choose the winner. No actual battle was needed, the game itself would resolve all differences. This would explain why there is tons of warfare imagery associated with the ball game and also why there are always more ballcourts in places with a lot more diverse cultures (and therefore, more internal strife).

    2) Human sacrifice: Captives or other victims were given a chance to play the game. The losers were decapitated. There are tons of depictions of captives holding balls and a lot of severed heads hanging around.

    3) Life/Fertility: The game is also strongly associated with maize, the symbol for life. The ball game may have been seen as a recreation of creation - the ball is the sun, the sacrifice of the player is the death of the sun. The game is a struggle between light and dark, the world and the underworld, the sunrise and the sunset. In the same way that the giving of blood fed the gods and kept the world going, the ball game maintained cosmic order.

    Etc. etc. There are as many theories are there are Mayan archaeologists. Some are more speculative than others but all point to the ball game as being very important.

    Which brings us to this week’s Sunday Sermon. It’s a continuation of a myth that started with the various creations and destructions of humans. See part one, here. The gods have succeeded in making some humans and they are in the middle of their trial period. The gods haven’t really decided whether to keep them around yet.

    The Hero Twins and the gods of Xibalba

    Hun Hanahpu and Vucub Hunahpu were twin brothers. They did everything together but they were especially fond of games, whether it be throwing dice or playing the ball game. They practiced the ball game so much that they became living legends and even the gods heard about how good they were. They played their games on a special ball court, one that was right on the path to the underworld realm of Xibalba.

    The lords of Xibalba – especially the head gods Hun Came and Vucub Came (aka One Death and Seven Death) started to get really annoyed with all the loud banging and thundering feet above their heads.  In typical god-like fashion, they decided that the twins must die.

    The gods sent four owl messengers up to the surface to challenge the twins to a ball game against the underworld gods themselves. The twins’ mom thought that this was probably a bad idea and tried desperately to convince them not to go. But, being smug athletes, the twins decided to take up the challenge, regardless of the risks. They followed the messenger owls into the underworld.

    It’s not easy to walk to the underworld. The twins had to face a lot of obstacles – rapids that threatened to drown them, thorny spikes that tried to impale them and even a river of blood. But the twins were brave and resourceful and they fought through all the obstacles. Finally, they reached a crossroads where there were four paths of four different colours. Alas, they choose poorly. (Spoiler Alert!) They wandered down the black path, which marks the beginning of their defeat.

    Finally, they arrived in Xibalba. Being courteous, they politely greeted the lords sitting at their thrones but soon discovered that they were only wooden dummies, dressed like the gods of death. The real gods, who were hiding nearby, burst into laughter and made fun of the twins for being so stupid as to be fooled by wood.  Sneering now, the gods invited the twins to sit down on a bench. But it was no ordinary bench! In fact, it was a slab of hot stone, so hot that the second the twins sat down, they burned their butts severely and jumped right back up again. The lords shrieked with laughter at the comedic sight, thoroughly amused by their hapless victims.

    As a final torturous test, the gods gave the twins’ lit cigars and torches. And then they told the twins that not only did the items have to remain lit all night but they also had to be whole the next morning. The twins looked at each other, dumfounded. And sure enough, the next morning, the gods took one look at the burnt remains of the cigars and torches and laughed at their failure.

    Clearly, the twins had failed to gain the gods respect. They could not defeat the gods and were not even worthy of playing the ball game. So the gods sacrificed them and buried them in the underworld ball court.

    As a token of their victory (and to ensure that no one would make loud happy noises near them again), the gods cut of the head of Hun Hanupuh and placed it in a barren tree.

    But the twins were not without magical powers themselves. As soon as the head was placed in the tree, it instantly came to life and bore many large gourds. The head of the twin also became a gourd and the magical tree became renowned throughout the land.

    The lovely maiden Xquic heard about this magic tree and decided to go check it out. She stood in front of it, staring at the gourds and wondered aloud whether she should pick one of the fruits. But then, the head of Hun Hunahpu spoke up.

    “Ummm, no. Don’t do that. It’s actually quite gross really. They aren’t fruit at all but are really skulls. Not yummy at all.

    Instead of being shocked by a talking tree or repulsed that it bore skulls as fruit, Xquic was rather intrigued by this. She reached up to grasp a fruit. Instead, the skull spit on her hand, causing Instant Pregnancy.

    “Crap!” Said Xquic.

    For awhile, she tried to hide her rather embarrassing condition, but her father eventually noticed and demanded to know who the father was. He knew a bit about how the world worked and he knew that there had to be a gentleman caller at some point.    “Nope!” said Xquic. “I have never known a man. Seriously!”

    Needless to say, her father did not believe her and decided to kill her to protect the family honour. He called over some local messenger owls, who took her away to be sacrificed to the gods.

    “Aww.” said Xquic to the owls. “Please don’t do that”. After gazing into the most effective use of puppy eyes in history, the owls gave in and decided not to murder her. But they had to bring her heart to the lords of the underworld as proof of the sacrifice! But they were devious fellows and rather fed up with the gods anyways. Instead of cutting out the girl’s heart, they formed a fake heart out of resin, the blood of trees. When the lords tossed the false heart it into the fire, they are so entranced by the smell of it that they don’t notice the owls scuttling off with Xquic, as they escaped and helped her return to the surface. Therefore, the lords of Xibalba were tricked and defeated by the young pregnant maiden.

    To be continued….

  • 26Apr

    The Mayan civilization is a pretty awesome group of people who lived in Mesoamerica. For archaeological purposes, the civilization is divided into three main time periods: Pre-classical (2000 BCE – 250 CE), Classical (250 CE – 900 CE) and Post-Classical (900 CE – arrival of the Spanish). The size and influence of the population varied quite a bit over time (at one point reaching the most densely populated civilization on Earth at the time). They were a very influential force for many years, suffered through several rises and collapses, but they always managed to survive and rebuild - up until they got their asses kicked by the Spanish and broke apart indefinitely. Direct descendents of the Maya are still around today, however, and various live languages and cultural traditions are derived from the ones used during the height of the Mayan empire, so they haven’t completely vanished.

    The Maya are particularly known for coming up with advances in art, a complicated writing system, cool architecture, astronomy and, especially, accurate calendars.

    This is an example of a Mayan calendar.

    This is an example of a Mayan calendar.

    I’ve always had a soft spot for Mayan mythology. They just told really cool stories.  It’s not just “poof, everything exists”. There are epic struggles, humans winning contests with gods, humans losing contests with gods, dramtic tournaments, jaguars running about bugging people, cool looking unpronounceable names and feathered serpents everywhere.

    The Maya were never a single, unified people. There were different languages, different calendars and presumably, different stories. Human sacrifice was widely practiced – the gods lived off humans. Bloodletting was also important – self-piercing of the tongue or the penis, to release the blood that feeds the hungry gods. Time was seen as cyclical, not linear. Everything was based off cycles – whether they were talking about things happening on Earth or things happening with the gods. Analyses of these cycles were thought to be important and could be used to predict the future.

    The jaguar, the plant maize, and the ball court (where a very popular game involving a rubber ball and hoops was played) were sacred and were integral to many of their stories. The Maya had various gods but they were often rather vague characters - not really good, not really evil, mostly just hanging about. Often, they were personifications of things like the living cycle of maize and a lot of the gods are not particularly distinct from other gods, almost interchangeable with each other. Instead, a lot of stories focused around specific heroes, who often managed to cheat or fool the gods and win things for humanity.

    This is the first part of a three part series. I will tell the story of the creation of humans. My source is “Aztec & Maya Myths” by Karl Taube.

    At first, there was nothing. Zip. Blank. No animals running around, no trees growing, no crabs walking in the ocean, no insects walking on the ground. There was only the sky and it was empty. The rest was just an endless expanse of water and everything was utterly still and silent.

    Coiled under this water, surrounded by beautiful blue and green shimmering feathers, was the feathered serpent, Gucumatz.

    In the sky, above the water, floated Huracan, who often appears as three forms of lighting.

    Within this still silence, Gucumatx and Huracan became rather bored and started chatting to one another. They talked about the awesome creation of the universe, the first dawn, the making of the people and their food.

    As they talked, their very words caused mountains and earth to suddenly rise from the waters. Trees and forests instantly popped up from the newly formed ground.

    “Sweet!” They said. “That’s totally awesome! But let’s make something to inhabit this kick-ass earth and then they can worship us too!”

    So, the creators made birds, deer, jaguars and serpents – all creatures of the forest and mountains. Grinning at the creatures, knowing what an awesome world they have created for them, the creators sat back and waited to bask in praise for their awesomeness. But the praise didn’t come. The animals didn’t seem to be able to talk. They just squaked or howled and ran about.

    “Dammit!” said Gucumatx to Huracan, “That’s totally not cool. What’s the point of these creatures if they can’t properly speak and worship us?”

    “I know!” said Hurucan. “Let’s try again. We might as well let these things stay and they can become food for people that will worship us.”

    So, for the second time, the creators tried to make some people who would worship them. This time, they modeled them out of clay. But again, they couldn’t talk. The words just didn’t make sense and the bodies were pretty badly made anyways and just kept crumbling apart and dissolving in water. Not good.

    “Screw that!” said the creators. They broke up the clay creatures and tried again.

    Not wanting to fail again, they consulted a couple of diviners, Xpiyacoc and Xmucane. (They were presumably hanging out somewhere nearby, rather quietly). The soothsayers used all their best methods – casting maize grain and red seeds and consulting the sacred calendar. They decided that the humans should be made out of wood. Yes, that would work!

    “Yay!” said the creators. And so they made people out of wood.

    Fail. Although the men were made of wood and the women were made of rushes, it just didn’t work out. They could look and talk and multiply like people, but they were bloodless and expressionless. They just didn’t have souls or any real understanding about the world. And without understanding, they could not properly worship their creators.

    This pissed off the creators, who were rather annoyed by all this work. In anger, they conjured up an enormous flood. Water poured down from the sky and roared through the world. Demons rose up and gouged out the earth and tore apart the wooden people. Even animals and utensils rose up against them. Birds flew at them and their plates and cooking pots and grinding stones and water jars suddenly came to life and attacked them, smashing their expressionless wooden faces.

    The wooden people tried to flee this onslaught but there was nowhere to go. Everywhere they ran, there were things attacking them. Eventually, almost all were killed, except for a couple of them who managed to escape the slaughter. The descendents of these wooden beings are the forest monkeys, left as a sign of this thoughtless creation.

    After the flood subsides and everyone is dead, the earth is once again empty of all humans. But the gods knew that they needed people to sustain them with prayers and offerings. They needed to find some way to get rid of all the demons now hanging out on earth and they had to find a way to make proper humans.

    To be continued…