Back to the Desert - El Senor Diablo - Back to the Border
From the cities of Itz (see myspace/jahdep) I was summoned back to the desert where Peyote lives.
I wasn't summoned to eat the Great Medicina. I was summoned to know more about the desert, the place, the light and the dark, the context that Peyote pervades.
Cristobel, de Chicago, a lunatic/traveler in many realms was encountered in Estacion Catorce. He explained that the reason people come to this desert where Peyote lives, the reason why people leave this desert where Peyote lives, the things that everybody doesn't want to talk about in this place where Peyote lives is - El Senor Diablo and his Black Magic.
Cristobel spoke a truth that I sensed when I last came and left this place, eleven years ago (see Jah D.E.P. myspace/jahdep).
He spoke of the history of this place, how populated Real de Catorce, Estacion Catorce, Estacion Wadley, Potrero, Luz, were in the early 20th Century, how this was a place rich in gold, silver, copper, zinc, how people spoke French and attended the opera, and didn't believe in El Senor Diablo, thought the future was going to be more of the same.
And then he spoke about this place of at least 50,000 people being reduced to a population of about 500.
He spoke about a particular hippy "discovering" this place in the early 1970's, and how the place has been re-populated (there's about 5,000 people living here now), and how particular groups of people come here for many years, and just as suddenly stop coming here, and how they are replaced by a new, different group of people who start coming here, regularly.
After Cristobel, Mocho was encountered.
Mocho, who looks like a young Cheech, was born in the deep desert. His parents ate Peyote. He eats Peyote every day. He brings people to ritual and ceremony in the desert where Peyote lives, he is related, connected to the principle Peyote Brujos in the desert.
When Mocho was told Cristobel`s, de Chicago, theory, he didn't disagree.
"El Diablo es un amigo de miyo (The Devil is a friend of mine,") he said.
And then the time came for me to leave the desert where Peyote lives, and go to Montorrey, where I now write, and make plans to cross that great river that divides and brings together many realms.
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