I have found myself lost in the wonder of this universe. Surrounded by logic and explanations, I suspended all reason and listened to the mystic melody in my head, and there stood Chuy de Cabra. I invite you to travel with Chuy and me in search of understanding. You will be confused and feel compelled to reject the possibilities at times. Welcome to my world.
Maestro says: We are all trapped by our fears. He reminds us: These worlds are maintained and created by the entities that inhabit them. What are these worlds? What is real?
We travel with Chuy from the streets of East Los Angeles to Cabra, riding mystic strands through time and space as the unknown becomes the known. Chuy faces death, rebirth, infinity, and this is only the first chapter.
Please enjoy this excerpt from the First Chapter of Chuy de Cabra: The Journey Home, El Chupacabra. Suspend your logic ride the mystic strands!
the journey home
After struggling for months with travel agents to find the town of Cabra, I decided to just head south to Central Mexico. Everywhere I went, no one had ever heard of a town called Goat. I was lost and had come to a dead end. Totally discouraged, I decided to visit Cholula and check out some pyramids. So, I was lying on the steps of the great pyramid watching the sun through the thin pink of my eyelids and I was thinking how amazing it is that this thin membrane contains all that we are and protects us.
Sun-gazer, Cholula is the holy place of the three cities of Teotihuacan. Welcome home, Toltec Child of the Sun.
The voice seemed to come from inside of me. I opened my eyes.
Cholula is the holy place of the three cities of Teotihuacan. Welcome home, Toltec Child of the Sun.
The voice came from an old man who appeared on the steps sitting at my side. I had difficulty focusing on him, he glimmered, fading in and out. His eyes held me for a moment, then he looked away and I was free. He was dressed in cotton, straw-hat and huaraches…he fit the landscape.
“Toltec Child of the Sun sounds cool. I wish that were true. I am just a lost fool groping in the darkness.”
Knowing that we are lost is a good sign. I have been lost and found, known and unknown. I have touched eternity and still I am searching. Hilos místicos, the unknowable, eternity…it is all out there – his arms swept the horizon, then his hand was on my chest – and in here, waiting to be found. His touch was familiar and electric. We each have our own affinity with worlds. Some of us are deluded in convenient truths and comfortable perceptions, my little Toltec. Exhaling, he gazed at the horizon with a look of wonder.
“Well, it sounds like we are both lost then.”
I am not lost, my little Toltec, I just cannot be found.
“What? Okay, you are just like my home town of Cabra, it just cannot be found.”
Now, it is true that Cabra cannot be found, but we can go there.
“You can take me to Cabra?”
We can take each other there.
“I don’t know where Cabra is, how can I take you there?”
By joining forces and deciding to go there.
Chuy decided to humor the old man. “Okay, let’s join forces and go there then.”
The old man stood up and began to walk west towards the sun, following a path at the foot of the pyramid. There was something about him that Chuy trusted.
Why are you following me?
“I am following you to Cabra.”
I will not lead you there, I will accompany you there. Walk with me at my side, we will learn our way there together. What do they call you, my little Toltec?
“My name is Chuy de Cabra.”
Ah, very impressive name. A Cabra looking for Cabra. So, you are in search of yourself?
“Who are you?”
Who am I? That is a difficult question to answer, he said with a laugh. Then he turned and began to walk again.
Not as simple as you. We know you are Cabra looking for Cabra. I am still searching for myself, so who I am is difficult to answer. Maybe you can help me find myself. Finding you today was encouraging. I have been wandering for some time now, it’s good to have a destination.
“Stop, now, wait a minute. I am walking into this jungle with you and I don’t know why.”
We are going to find Cabra.
“I know, but I don’t know why I would do this with someone I just met and I don’t even know who you are.” We paused again on the path.
“What is your name? What are you called?”
Oh, you want a name. Names? I have many, Viejito, Maestro, Cisco, Portero, Esé – pick one you are comfortable with.
“Maestro, are you El Maestro from my dreams?” We were standing among the dense foliage of the tropical forest. Leaves whispered overhead and unseen creatures grumbled through the underbrush.
How is that possible?
“Was that you in my dreams?”
Today, I am Maestro in search of who I am. I must say no, it was not I in your dreams. It was not who I am as I am in a state of becoming what I am to be. I have a knowing of you, but I cannot define it as simply as you can. I am here for you, at your service…you called and I am here. I am no longer who I was in dreams, or who I was yesterday. Today, you can call me Maestro and I will call you Cabra. Now that we have been properly introduced, we should continue on our journey to find you, Cabra.
I paused, trying to make sense of what was just said. Maestro just chuckled and turned to walk again. We followed the jungle path in silence. Maestro suddenly stopped and directed me with his hands to listen. I couldn’t hear a thing, the hum of jungle life had gone still. Maestro moved his head affirming my thoughts.
Absorb this awareness.
Before I could ask what he meant, he signaled me to follow. We continued and the pressure to focus was immense. Time stopped. I felt I was about to black out and fall off the earth. I looked desperately to Maestro and he gently nodded. His acknowledgement scared the hell out of me and I froze. He stared into my eyes and scanned my body up and down.
Okay, so you are tired, my little Cabra. Let’s rest. This is a good spot to rest. We have been accepted for now.
He sat down but I was still frozen, unable to move. Then, the quiet was gone and the sounds of the living jungle flooded back and I collapsed on the spot.
“Accepted? What do mean accepted?”
We must respect the neighborhood, we are just visitors. This place is alive, it is a home to many beings. You can’t just expect to barge in here and make yourself at home, you must enter with respect.
“Just how did we enter with respect?”
“Aligned awareness? What are you talking about?” I felt anger growing inside of me.
If you let that anger prevail, we may be destroyed here.
I felt a rumble as if the earth beneath us was confirming his statement.
There it is, your final warning. Calm down, think of food or something. You must be respectful here, or die.
A chill ran up my spine. I felt an immense pressure pushing in on me from all sides. I couldn’t move or speak. My ears began to buzz. A cold sweat broke down my back. I shook uncontrollably, blood rushed to my muscles. The buzz in my ears became unbearable. I panicked. I ran blindly, fleeing my impending death. I felt a sudden pain radiating from the center of my back. I blacked out.
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