Mexican-Jaguars´: Creation Stories
Así Termina la Vida y Comienza la supervivencia
La razón de ser indio
Notes from Hell
Letters To The Beloved
On ICE illegal procedures
Hear Nothing. See Nothing. Know Nothing.
Lupita Xochitl Photos
Mother of the Gods!
Think Ideologically!
Honor Bound!
Community Events, Activities, and Public Affairs
Things You Should Know Prior, During, and After a Police Stop or Arrest
Know your Rights!
I Heard Nothing! .... I Saw Nothing!
Carta de Rafael Arreola
Acts of Judas!
Night Moves
Why must Mexicans lift weights and learn boxing
On Ownership
Church of the Mexican-Jaguars?
To be or not to be Gods!
On Mexican/Chicano Students
We Will Win This War!
Mexican-Jaguars' Spirit
Revolutionary Songs of the Mexican-Jaguars
Piñatamen and Tinker Bells
Mexican-Jaguars Leaflets and Propaganda Flyers
What do whites think of us?
Musica Mexicana Video Links
On PBS // Links
Recommended Online Books and Articles
Job Search Tools & Internet Library Research
Links to Online Magazines and Newspaper
Most Recent Links

Mexican-Jaguars´: Creation Stories

In the beginning there was only Spirit.  And the Spirit walked alone and he walked in complete darkness. 

And the darkness was like an ocean.  Endless.   Alive and moving. 

And Spirit walked alone – always alone – Spirit would walk in this ocean of darkness.  And one day two luminous eyes surfaced out of this ocean of darkness.  For a second these eyes appeared but then they vanished. 

Spirit was not alone. 

There was another spirit swimming in this ocean of darkness.  Another being. 

And both Spirits felt the presence of the Other.  At one specific place in Time, First Spirit stepped on the head of the Spirit of the Ocean of Darkness.  And the Spirit of the Ocean of Darkness moved and circles of waves were formed.  And the Wind was created. 

And so it happened that the Spirit of the Ocean of Darkness --who was in the shape of a Crocodile, tore off part of the leg of First Spirit --who was in the shape of a Human Being: the First Tlaka-Nahua Warrior. 

And Blood flowed from the leg of the First Tlaka Nahua Warrior.  First Sacrifice. 

And First Spirit, with his leg bone struck the head of Spirit Crocodile. And the Earth was formed out of Spirit Crocodile´s body and from the Blood of First Spirit all other things too were created.   Second Sacrifice.

Now, First Spirit said, indeed I am not alone.  So he summoned the Wind and the wind was told to carry the voice of First Spirit and gather all other Spirits of all the worlds.  And all the gods were to be assembled at Mexico-Teotihuakan.

 Who will sacrifice his life so there can be a First Dawn?  First Spirit asked.

Who will sacrifice his life so there can be a Moon and stars and the Heart of Sky?

Who will sacrifice his life so there can be the Tlaka-Nahua?


So all the gods assembled and all fasted and gave of their blood.  And all gave up their lives so that there could be a First Dawn; so that the Tlaka-Nahua could arise. 


This is why, We, the Tlaka-Nahua fast.  This is why we sing and we pray and we dance and we worship and we pro-create.  Because we are gods, too.  We are creators: we are artists, poets, musicians … we are makers of history. 

Then our bodies return to Earth Crocodile and our spirits to First Tlaka Nahua Spirit Warrior.  Because we are their product, their divine sacrifice.


Tlaka-Nahua, you descend from powerful gods!  Be proud.    


I remember my young mother and my chubby grandmother both fasting and praying and putting food and water at our family altar which contains the names and some photos of our great grandfathers and grandmothers who were here before us.  They would pray for them for protection and for healing. 
I remember my grandfather meeting the young corn plant and praying to it and at the same time purifying the land with the smoke of copal.  I never asked why he did this.  I just remember waking up before dawn, take the incense burner and go to each corner of the land and bless it.  I do not know what he said because it was a personal prayer.  I do remember, however, that he always made me bow my head.  And I did just so. 
How do I love the smell of first rains.  The smell of wet earth.  The smell of Copal.  The smell of trees and clean air.
I remember, too, the pilgrimages that we took to ask for rain.  The old people, the prayer makers, would line us up, and then they would tell us to walk in processeion and to be quiet and respectful because we were going to a sacred mountain, to our sacred cave.  We went there at 4 in the morning and arrived at our sacred mountain like around 3 in the afternoon.  People would be waiting for us there with food and water.  We had to fast.   We had to sacrifice our hunger to the spirits of the sacred cave where besides our fasting, we also offer our prayers, our food, and some even offer money.  Of course, when we got there we had to let the spirits know that we were there.  Make our presence know to them.  Thus, we blew up fire crackers and some fired their guns. 
I remember the dance of the Jaguars.  How, when I was too young to participate I asked the teacher if I could be a dog.  He said, yes.  But my uncle who at that year was chosen to be the JAGUAR said noYou are too young and you will get hurt.  My teacher then said to me, today you have been denied to participate but don´t you feel sad, my son, tomorrow will be yours.  You will become the teacher of the JAGUARS.  How did he know?
I also remember my great grandmother´s spanish.  I would always correct her, AMA, it is not CHI but CHE.  And she would tell me, Ah my son, CHE is such an ugly word...  it makes your mouth open wide whereas CHI your mouth open just right
I remember, too, the day that my parents took me to the city for the first time.  I remember throwing up all the way there.  I remember how ugly the city looked to me.  There was no space to play.  The smell of gasoline and filth.  The noise.  Everything made me sick.  But I remember most how the police looked at us: at that time we still dressed in the traditional way.  Colorful.  Bright dresses for the women.  White cotton for the men. 
I remember the time when I wanted to go to the restroom and the police told my grandmother that we were not allowed to go in there.  She said why.  And he as though it was common knowledge said that Indios are not to use these restrooms.  I remember my hate become a man that day.  I can still feel my eyes looking at that pig, even today.  He looked no different than us.  Fucking fag.
I remember telling my AMA.  Let us go.  Fuck this pig.  Yes, it is true.  I had a foul mouth even at the early age of five.  It made my Ama laugh and we went to use the restroom at the church. 
My beautiful Ama, always proud in her ways.  I saw how hurt she was. 
I remember our celebrations.  How my grandfather always donated money for fireworks and for bullriding contests.  How he will mount his best horse with his beautiful leathered saddle, brand new rope and his eagle handle machete at his side.  Always defying the bull.  Showing off his bravery.  Even till this day, my Apa is very brave!
When I was nine I said to my Apa: Apa, I want to ride a bull.  He laughed.  He said, And what lady do you wish to impress?  I said, no lady.  I want to impress you and tell you that I too am brave just like you.  Without his consent I rode a young bull.  I remember my grandfather acting as though he was mad at me in front of my grandmother, but when we two were alone together he would laugh and ask me to tell him over and over again the moment when I let go of the rope and rode the bull for a few seconds with my hand raised up high.
I am back home again and I see some things that have changed but everything else remains the same. 

Lucio Cabañas/ Nahua/Maya Number system

Lucio Cabañas

¡De nican para tech quixtizque xtopa tech mictizque!
De aquí para poder sacarnos, primero tendrán que matarnos!



Welcome to the 'Indianist Nationalist Revolution & Ideology' of the Mexican-Jaguars (INRI M-j)


Welcome to the Mexican-Jaguars' Stronghold



Since 1521.  Ce-Tekpa Toltekoa. All Materials are Created and Designed by: Mexican-Jaguar Revolutionary Front©; Mexican-Jaguar Revolutionaries  © Formation of the Mexican-Jaguar Military -Lodge(c)  The Immortal and Powerful Mexican-Jaguars©

Hear Nothing.  See Nothing.  Know Nothing.  Learn to Speak in Codes.  Memorize Everything.  Learn to Forget Everything.  Use No Documents.
We are the Mexican Jaguars:
Defernders of the Mexican-Amerindian Race!!
A.K. MX-JGS 4.7