By Sandra Román (c)    

Vidala tengo una copla no me la vas a quitar…
Vidala tengo una copla no me la vas a quitar…
Que el Sol de Mamita Willca
Ilumine mi cantar
Por eso “pago” esta ofrenda,
Con tamalitos, chicha y coca…
Con tamalitos, chicha y coca…
Vidala tengo una copla no me la vas a quitar…

     This could be the song a woman of Bolivian altiplan is singing as she walks her pilgrimage to the Cosco, the navel of the world.
     The woman is dressed in her tipical robes with the seven colours of  Tawantinsuyo, as they call the huge land that comprises all the
nations of the Andes. She has a very slow rythm, walking at 4.000 (four thousand) metres over the sea level. She´s doing the Sacred Way
that leads her to the Mother Sun Temple. She´s a priestess of Mama Willca, la mamita Sol.

     This way follows an energetic line very similar to the Ley lines in this side of the World. It draws a direct diagonal, maybe telling us that
the way to heaven needs to be walked with focus and intent as the flight of an arrow.

     This is “the Good Path”, “the Road of the Just” or Chapac Ñan, in Quechua language. This road is a diagonal line, that links all the
ancient sacred sites in Los Andes. This sites are named “where the sun is tied”, maybe because each one of them is a powerful earth
chakra. Crossing the Road of the Just is the Line of Truth, the ancient axis mundi that, according to the prophecies is near to return.

     This woman is walking since a long time. Days... maybe months. Sometimes she feels frightened. At these moments she remembers the
wise words of her grandmother, the Ñawpa (or Crone) who is her teacher. She said her she has to live “like an arrow not like the target”…
     Arrow and target are indeed a part of the road. The centre is Cuzco, the Sacred City that is her destiny. She´s still walking knowing
she´s a little point across the Tawa Chakana, the Sacred Wheel, whose name means “four ladders to heaven” and it´s a perfect map for
pilgrims. Seen from above, the Tawa Chakana seems like a sun. And it is because its represents the terrestrial drawing of Chakana, the
constellation of the Southern Cross, drawn by four stars (or suns) marking the Four Directions.

The arrow is her path and she can´t be lost. It´s impossible to be loss if you are walking with such a bright guide. Chakana is the compass
in the sky, always pointing South, with her four stars that are an arrow and a cross that is the hub of the wheel. The same wheel she´s
walking on the earth...

Tawantinsuyo´s people honoured Fire Goddesses as Chak-Anna, (Chak: bridge or ladder; Anna, hannan = heaven); Mama Quilla, the
Goddess of the Moon Fire; MamaWara, the Star Mother; Ñusta Willca, the Dawn and Mama Willca, the Great Mother of Sun.
Inca pathriarchy imposed the cult to Inti, as the Sun God. So the loving giving birth Mother Goddess was pulled out of  Her throne to
santify the Sun as the God of War, as it happened in other parts of the world. Emperors embodied the God Inti themselves. People used to
name their emperor as “the Inca”.

Sun Virgins, priestesses formerly dedicated to Mama Willca, were sacrificed to the God, thirsty of blood and death, hungry of more
conquests to his vast domains. He missused the sacred blood of thousand of sacred women, as it happened all around the world.
We can know there was a cult honouring a Mother Sun because the name “Willca” is still meaning “primal fire”. This fire is feminine and as
She´s the fire from the beginnings She´s Mother of Inti. He´s Her son as She´s the true origin of Light and every form of Life.
We can find similar tales between Tupí Guaraní people. They live in an area very close to the Tawantinsuyo. Most of guaraníes, that live at
the Northeast from Argentina, Paraguay and Brasil, believe in Kuarahy a male sun who is the son of Kuaarará, the Great Mystery.
Some Tupí nations call Kuaarará to the Great Mother Sun, still today. Kuaarará means “the wisdom that is source of the brightness”. It´s a
very sacred word that never must be pronounced in front of strangers”.

Aquehua, is another Sun Goddess, worshiped by peoples who lived very near the Guaraní nations. They are the Toba people and some of
them use to name Yara, to this Goddess who was a Solar Triple Goddess from very ancient times. As Her younger aspect, She reborn
each Autumn and walks very fast as a young girl to go into the Winter Solstice, when She becomes a Woman. Then She grows older and
She becomes a grieving Grandmother during the Summer, slowly dying to rebirth again as the white haired maiden who reigns powerful in
the Heavens.

The woman arrived to the temple. Slowly she extended her lliclla (the ceremonial shawl) and prepared her “mesa” -the altar- setting a
handful of coca leaves, quinoa seeds, llama and vicuña wool, tobacco and chicha, the strong liquor made of corn. She´s doing her offerings
asking Mama Willca and Pachamama about the changes of times. She knows the World was near to change forever and nothing will be the
same in the future. She grieved because men doesn´t respect Mamachita (other of the names of Pachamama, the Mother Earth). They do
ceremonies for Her, it´s true, but they don´t respect women as they are the Pachamama alive. Their bellies are allways the pregnant void
where the miracle of Creation is possible. She lighted her incense made of coa and koa, her most sacred herbs. Then, she closed her eyes
and prayed:

“Beloved Great Mother.
You Who are the fire of the stars,
Fire of magic,
Fire in our hearths
And hearts.
Fire in the centre of Our Mother Earth
And fire of love that holds us and surrounds us
Oh, Mama Wilca, let me see
Open my Vision
So I can know
What is waiting for my people...
What is waiting for my sisters...
In these uncertain times…”

She blessed herself with the sacred smoke, took a deep breath and started to watch the many visions coming to her. She saw very strange
white men, dressed in gray very differently than the colorful ponchos of her people. She saw their boats and weapons. She trembled with
the roar of new killer machines and she cried at the vision of new crosses to replace the ancient and wise Chakana.
She couldn´t see white women with them. Maybe that was the reason why those men were so cruel. She invoked the Condor
Grandmother, her power animal, she jumped over her back to fly in spirit beyond the mountains, jungles and seas. She travelled through
ages in time to another ancient temple where a blond woman were pouring libations to a Goddess with fire in Her hair.

She listened to her voice, praying:

“Brigit, oh Brigit.
I know the world is near to change forever.
I came here, following the Sacred Way of the Stars
I walked a long time in pilgrimage to Your Sacred Shrine.
Oh Goddess, Mother of Fire
Help us to hold your Flame forever …”

The priestess at Mama Willca Temple in Macchu Piccu wanted to know that Sacred Way of the Stars and she travelled a little more
through the time, when the blond priestess departed from a small grove, situated very high in the mountains. But those mountains were
different than the Andes. They were so green and the air were scented and moistured. The Goddess used to appear in that grove as a little
doe crowned by golden stars. People knows that place as Roncesvalles, the starting point of the same sacred way but with a different
name: “Camino de Santiago”, the road to St. James.

Pilgrims over the Path of the Stars are doing from east to west, doing a similar way than the Mother Sun, as She walks through heaven. As
Cuzco is the centre of Chakana and the “Road of the Just” -Chapac Ñan- follows the arrow pointed by the Southern Cross, so the Path of
the Stars reflects the Milky Way on the Earth. And the pilgrims find their guide, looking the brightness of the illuminating avenue so high
above, in the skies.

Lots of remanents of the Solar goddess we can find crossing the ancient Camino. If we come from southern Spain, the old land of the
Iberians, we can see the Sun Lady with beaufifull hairdresses, adorned by huge wheels. Lady of Elche is one of them as the Lady of
Guardamar. Another sign of the Solar Goddess is the Arracada of Condomina, a gorgeous pendant that is also a calendar made in gold. It
was found together a rich treasure, maybe the parafernalia of a priestess, buried in Villena, Alicante, town of my ancestors.
In Galicia, Cantabria, Asturias and the Basque Country, we can find the Sun Goddess symbol as celtic “estelas”, the name they give to
these sacred wheels. We can stay in awe with the Lauburu, the round swastika which is symbol of Mari, the Basque Goddess who gave
birth to Eguzke, the Sun Mother. She also created the Eguzke Lori, the thistle flower that seems to be a little sun. Basque people hung this
flower at the door of their homes to protect them during the dark hours of night.

Pilgrims walking the path to Compostela use a scallop as a symbol of their pilgrimage. This is a shell shaped as a rising sun. Barbara Walker
says  “the scallop shell was worn by christians to indicate completion of a pilgrimage to the shrine of Saint James of Compostela in
northwestern Spain. Actually, this popular shrine was taken over from the Goddess Brigit, a Celtic version of sea-born Aphrodite. Her
former name was Brigantium, according Robert Graves in “Greek Myths”.

Roman conquerors called “Brigantium” the whole area of the Coruña, where Compostela is settled. Barbara Walker points that “even
Catholic scholars now agree that the legend of Sain James of Compostela was entirely faked, although the shrine continues its operations

The blond priestess praying at the Brigit Temple in the “Campo de las Estrellas”, now “Compostela”, dreams the future and see how many
of the sacred dolmens will be destroyed to build churches over those places. Some of them will be honour a new Goddess called “Virgen
Mary”. Some of Her images are white skinned and others are dark. Another temples over the ancient sacred sites will be honour a winged
man, killing a dragon with his angry lance. The dragon is the Goddess, but new women will be educated to believe this warrior is a
protective angel. They call him Michael “the warrior of the Light”. But he doesn´t defend the Light of the Goddess.

The priestess is crying. Those images harmed her heart so deeply. So she decide to fly beyond in the wings of the swan, her power animal,
rising above the sea and going across the jungles and deserts, crossing strange mountains with a strange temple where a dark skin woman is
dreaming giving her offerings to a Sun Goddess, she call “Mama Willca”.

Both priestesses meet each other at a magnificent temple. Light is in everywhere and the temple is shining in a golden brightness. This
temple keeps the sacred fire of the Goddess and sparkles Her beauty all over the Universe.
They look at each other, with their eyes full of tears. They merge each other in a very deep embrace. They know they are sisters no matter
the color of their hair or skin. They know how long they travelled to reach this sacred space.

Qorywayra , the Andinian priestess, gives to Segisama , the Spanish one, a black feather of cóndor. It keeps the cold wind of the
mountains as well as the warm sunrays of Mama Willca, that caressed her journey. Segisama gives her a soft and pristine white swan
feather. It keeps the fresh healing waters and the beauty of the Goddess.

Native American people tell a prophecy that says when the northern eagle meets the southern cóndor, a new time of frienship will raise in
the world and the land will return to the sons and daughters of the Earth.

Goddess people can say that we are waiting for the time when the sacred cóndor, with her enormous dark wings meet the swan, with her
pure softness and beauty. They will be the time when the Goddess return to walk the land, wrapped in Her golden and brightest sunrays of
love and sisterhood.

Willca and Brigit, Aquehua and Eguzke will walk down the path of the Stars to embrace each other and dance, as QoryWayra and
Segisama, priestesses of Great Mother Sun, keeping the flame forever in their hearts, radiating to the whole Universe.

Granada, manola cantada
en coplas preciosas.
No tengo otra cosa que darte
que un ramo de rosas.
de rosas de suave fragancia
que le dieron marco
a la virgen Morena.
… tu tierra está llena
De lindas mujeres
De sangre y de sol…