Xipe Totec
our lord the flayed one, spring renewed
earthXipe Totec wears a flayed skin as the seed wears its dead husk, dying so that the green may push through; to dream of him is to sense that what feels like loss or shedding in you is the hard, necessary opening before new growth.
Fragments
He is called the drinker of the night rain and the lord of the near and the far, and in his festival the old year is peeled from the world so the new can breathe.
Priests donned the golden skins of the given until they cracked and fell away, and beneath the withered surface stood the body bright and whole, as maize splits its dry shell.
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