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 the future. So that, only losing the memory and language may erase the presence of our beloved and wise men, our old Toltec grandparents from the face of our dear mother.

On some occasions in the past, our voice has been reduced to the breath of the wind, which sings among the branches of the solitary woods or condemned to live with the jaguar in their caves, sheltered by mother earth and the darkness of the mysterious night. The knowledge and the wisdom of our ancestors, allows us to reduce ourselves to nothing, prepares us to be inaccessible when necessary, for that reason we are invulnerable. We are the wind, we are the night; we disappear and yet remain there forever.

Now we live in good times, but as the day is so is the night, first one and then the other, everything is change and movement, nothing is static everything moves, happens and happens again. In the light of day is the essence of the darkness of night; and in the midst of night darkness, the essence of day light is contained.

That is why our sacred mission, is to keep alive the wisdom and knowledge of our parents, so that their children always act accordingly, with a heart solid as earth and an own and true face as jade. We are prepared to stay all the time that is necessary in the forest song, the jungle humidity or in the depths of earth.

Nothing is eternal, after the night follows the light of day and then again comes the darkness. The important part is that both maintain the wisdom and knowledge of our ancestors, that we do not lose the root of our people; that we are never left orphaned and forgetful. We are one of the oldest men houses on the planet.

Now that you know we were expecting you; spirit warrior, we will comply with the force design, you will have to spend the night in the Temple of the Smoky mirror.