My Life, and my Bloodline

Things are never as they seem ......

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In a dark cave there was a group of pathetic poor bedraggled people. The group mainly consisted of old ones, several filthy children and few women with haggard expressions of death and hopelessness on their faces.

The small group knew they were well hidden; deep in caves of “La Sierra del Tigre” This was their holy land and sanctuary from enemies.

The Sierra del Tigre had many caves tunnels and perfect hiding places, very dangerous for strangers to get lost in.

The cave had been used for many years, it was heavily guarded and well hidden. The group was led by elders. The matriarch of the group was a very old woman named Nachita. Nachita was in charge of organizing the women and children to gather anything edible they could find; small animals, insects, grasshoppers, snakes, birds, fish, edible flowers, and aguamiel from local magueys to complement their nutrition. The group was expert on how to live off the land; just as their ancestors had done so many centuries ago. This land was home to the small group of stragglers.

The group had many sick and wounded with them.

Deep in the cave was a young girl with a severe head injury. She had been in a coma for almost two weeks. The young girl barely looked alive, Her head was shaved and bandaged, her little face was thin, pale, sunken eyes, and bruised. Her body looked like a broken doll. It was all wrapped in bandages, some of her injuries were broken ribs, a leg, and arm. The girl was hanging between life and death. Everyday Nachita would sit by the girl while the elders would sit in the background and chant and pray for her. Nachita would spoonfeed her aguamiel and other clear broths to keep her alive.

Although the young girl was in a coma, the elders talked to her every day; they were adamant they had to train her as a warrior so that she could defeat Kiskin, the god of death. They also taught her about Tezcatlipoca, the god of the skies, and earth; source of life, guardian and protector of men, owner of all battles. The protecting god of all Nahual.

The elders were knew the girl could hear them, and was aware of her surroundings. They knew she was trapped in a state between life and death, and had to overcome the god of death Kiskin to be able to return among the living. The elders believed the girl was the warrior that would lead them all to freedom and peace. Every day they would present her with different weapons, and explain the weapons to here as if training. In the background Nachita would always be chanting

“Blood of my blood, blood of my bloodline wake up, here me now, I need you…. we need you. Bring this child back to us, bring her back among the living, for she is stuck walking among the land of Kiskin. Help her in her battle help her find her way to her true Nahual, back home to us. Blood of our blood, blood of our bloodline protect this child in her travel back home, Blood of our blood, blood of our bloodline form a circle of protection and love around our child, show her the way home”.

Many days and weeks went by in the same manner; intensive training and chanting for their survival of the young girl warrior.

Everyday Nachita would paint the young girl different vibrant colors that had different meanings; colors for life, health, strength, cunningness, and colors to protect her from evil. Nachita would also adorn her with different rich feathers of exotic birds, and with precious jewels that were holy to her and her people, these jewels were charged with grounding and anchoring her to life, and help her find her way home.

Yet everyday the young girl remained the same, tiny thin figure wrapped in bandages with sunken eyes, shallow breathing, and no signs of life. To an untrained eye it would appear the girl was dead. .

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The young girl woke up in a cold arid mountain top. The sky was dark but there was enough moonlight to make out the details on the mountain top. There were sparse trees, rocks and boulders, everything looked half living. It was hard to say what time of day it was, it seemed to be the last hour between the night and early morning. A cold northern wind was blowing and howling. The wind sounded like a pack of wolves howling. The howling was slowly getting louder, closer, they sky erupted into thunder. The thunder came from above the girls head, from below her feet, from all around her. It was terrifying. The howling was so loud; she tried protecting her ears covering them desperately with her hands.

The skin covering her small body was all covered in Goosebumps; there was a taste of dark power and fear in the air.

Where was this place, how did she get here. Who was she, why couldn’t she remember who she was, where was her family. Did she have a family?

It sounded like the howling came to a loud crescendo, and than complete silence. Such a complete silence even the wind died down. A loud cry broke through the silence. On a large boulder In front of the young girl appeared a large jaguar. This beast surely meant death for the girl. She tried to run from it but couldn’t, the Jaguar’s eyes held her still to the spot she was standing. Behind the jaguar came a large man. He was a terrifying looking man, tall, and fierce looking. His eyes were the eyes of death and evil, centuries of wisdom and death were in those eyes. His appearance was fearsome, dressed in fantastic attire. Running the center of his face from ear to ear was a thick black line, hanging from his neck was a large obsidian mirror, from which dark smoke was slowly drifting out of, one of his legs appeared to be a jaguar paw.

His body looked like a solid rock. Heavily corded muscles running through his arms, chest and legs. Surely this beautiful man was the devil himself that came to collect her.

Just as surely as she thought this beautiful demon would strike her dead, she heard a smooth deep voice. that clearly said.

“Welcome my child, we have been waiting for you. You got lost along the way but it is good to see you found your path…”

“Look behind you Techiayotl Esperanza Sanchez, you will see your old form, your human shell. Look to your right you will see your true Nahual form, your wolf. From this day forward you must follow your wolf it will keep you alive and show you the path you must follow. You come from a long line of amazing Nahual that have come before you, your human friends will see to it that your long line of Nahual ends with you”.

Slowly I looked behind me and saw a pathetic shriveled body wrapped in bandages, was this me? Was this the human form this devil said I was? Looking to my right I saw a regal looking wolf. She was large and silver. I ran my hands through her fur, it was pure silk I was touching. I felt alive. I felt my soul jump into the wolf. My senses exploded, it was like I had just woken up and started seeing for the first time, my eyesight was amazing. The scents I could smell, the bugs I could hear…the unquenchable thirst in my throat. I could not help myself, I looked up to the magnificent moon and let out a long howl. With my howl I claimed my life back, I was alive, and I was back. Techiayotl Esperanza Sanchez is alive, another howl… I’m coming for you….