Love Letter to Our Lady

 

Pachamama

Pachamama- Patron saint of the Pampamesayoc
by Daniel McIlvenny-Cox

A void of grating scales,
seeps electrifying purple fumes.
Tiamat's crimson blood drips Iike jewels of Gaia.
The sound, all that is, the sound - rushing, echoing like stars both born and dead.
Ninhursag's loneliness drops like a black stone.
Life burns in the belly of Kishar.
The Great She, adorned in severed heads and fragile hearts.
Coatlicue, decked in evergreen and serpent skins, dancing the creation.
Tierra Madre, show us your red sole that treads upon our hearts.
Giver of life Pachamama, I love you.
I love you, love me.
I forgive you, forgive me.
I'm sorry, we're all sorry.
Hold me in your void Mother Mary.
Let me be soothed by the rushing and the grating of scales.

 

Smoked Black by Candle Light

An ode to the Black Madonna of Glastonbury's White Spring Chapel

The scent of old damp stone.
Your very image,
Smoked black by candle light.
A gentle light flickers against your face.
Your very image,
Smoked black by candle light.
Small flecks of gilt still shine.
Your very image,
Smoked black by candle light.
Christ child, beloved one.
Your very image,
Smoked black by candle light.
Tears, so many tears.
Your very image,
Smoked black by candle light.
Peace, let there by peace.
Your very image,
Smoked black by candle light.
Your face, O your face,
Smoked black by candle light.

 

About Daniel’s Pachamama image:

Daniel writes: “The woman is the Divine Feminine of the Q'ero people: Mother Earth, Tierra Madre, Dragon Woman, the imagery was taken from old descriptions of her that  I found.

The Pampamesayoc are those who built the sacred sites of the earth, from the pyramids of the Divine Masculine to the stone circles of the Divine Feminine. They are the Gatekeepers of these sites, the altar keepers.

We as shaman of the Inca tradition carry our altars with us, our mesas: sacred bundles of Kuya (sacred stones) wrapped in holy cloth, seen at the bottom of the painting.

The Chakana - the Inca cross - around her neck is a sacred symbol in our tradition. Different parts of it represent many different things; the earth, the four directions, the ocean, the mountains, the three worlds. The central hole represents the eye of God, the hole we go through at death. As a whole it represents life and even the human energy field.

I began using my fingers to paint the background, using earth soil and red ochre rock, I then drew her form, then brought her to life with chalk and charcoal. The still life of the Mesa is my own Mesa, coloured with coloured pencils.”