Long before the first Spanish men got to Aztec lands, the Pre-Hispanic population reverenced hundreds of wrathful and mighty gods who demanded vast offerings or sacrifices in order to keep the peace and life on Earth,
One of those mighty gods was Tlaloc, God of the rain and agriculture. This Aztec deity always wore a jade mask where two snakes where the ones decorating the nose, framing the eyes and creating the fangs. Spanish people believed he was the representation of a terrible demon.
Whenever Tláloc didn’t geta satisfying offering or whenever he felt offended by the Aztec human behavior, he would prevent the clouds from making rain for an entire year, killing the crops with inhuman draughts, bringing death to most people by starving them.
He was such a fear God that, in his honor and as an offering, Aztecs started to build a stone monument with his image, but it was mysteriously never finished, the reasons being still unknown. As years went by, the construction was left to oblivion, devoured by the land and eventually got lost in time.
By the year 1882, archeologists and historians from Mexico City discovered the gigantic monolith buried in the middle of the town of San Miguel Coatlinchán, Texcoco. With the discovery, the town acquired fame and many people went to admire the monument and to witness the greatness of the construction with their own eyes. The mighty God became a touristic attraction bringing wealth and prosperity to the place. Nevertheless, the lavishness wouldn’t last long. On April 16, 1964, the government decided to take the monument from its place and to transfer it to the Chapultepec Woods.
The news set the people from Coatlinchán into a fearful mood and horrible rumors started spreading, most of them saying disgrace would overcome the town if they dare to move the sculpture, or those who touched would end up turned into stone. Of course no one listened to those rumors and myths and the machinery in charge of transporting the sculpture arrived to the town. The people fought with rifles, machetes, and stones, trying to prevent the monument to be taken away, but it was useless, their god was taken away.
One night later, the sculpture made its way into Mexico City in a truckload at 20:40. The sky instantly became darker and the vault of heaven lightened with thunders, shaking the earth with its roaring and blasting, unleashing a storm that flood some part of the city for hours.
Ever since, Tlaloc’s memorial rests silently, raging and motionless in the City, reminding each year of its grudge with terrible downpours and hail, blocking roads and highways, tearing apart roofs and overflowing the rivers, obliterating everything on its way.
At his feet, there’s a plate in which it can be read “Donated by the people of Coatlinchán”. But he know he was stolen and for that, we’ll all be punished.