#Nagualism

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Nagualism

Nagualism Nagualism with the subtitle - A Study in Native American Folklore and History - must have been the raw material from which Carlos Castaneda wrote his books on Yaqui sorcery. It was written by Danial G. Brinton and read before the American Philosophical Society in 1804. His respect and descriptions of the tribes, their visions and beliefs suggests that he might have tasted the little smoke or similar compounds himself. Download the classic Public Domain work on the native american shamanism known as Nagualism here:

Nagualism

What is Nagualism?

Nagualism, often associated with Mesoamerican indigenous traditions, is a complex spiritual and philosophical system that revolves around the concept of the "nagual." The term "nagual" can refer to a person who possesses the ability to transform, either spiritually or physically, into an animal or other form. This transformation is not merely a physical change but represents a deeper spiritual journey and connection to the natural and supernatural worlds. Rooted in pre-Columbian cultures, particularly among the Nahuatl-speaking peoples like the Aztecs, Nagualism has been intertwined with local beliefs and practices for centuries. Over time, it has been influenced by and has influenced other spiritual systems, resulting in a rich tapestry of traditions and interpretations. While Nagualism is often sensationalized in popular culture, it remains a deeply spiritual practice for many indigenous communities in Mesoamerica, emphasizing harmony with nature, personal transformation, and the interconnectedness of all beings. Read the full article

[4nimystic]

to honor this libra full moon (it is hitting my 3rd house pf communication!), i wish to tell my lore with my therianthropy + my experiences.

at first i thought i was just a wolf, then a fox, then lion, then mouse... but then it all felt like i fluctuated between. part of me believes i am also an animal guide communicator, but i'll save that for another time 😶‍🌫️

The mouse is actually one of my earliest shifts, I remember being 6 years old and it just felt... natural. A little while after that, I had an unnatural *pull* to dolphins and orcas of the like. I always felt alive **alive** in the water! Nothing had ever made me feel a true sense of wonder and oneness unlike being close to animals (in grade school i ALWAYS wore a shirt with animals on it, it really never stopped.) In kindergarden, I never ever knew how to talk to people or talk like... humanly? I am a *very* intuitive and sensitive being, and I have been for as long as I remembered. I just *knew* and *communicated* through unspoken feeling + resonance. Unfortunately, throughout my late teens and early 20's would catch myself caught up in the undercurrent (orca therian pun!) of energetic projections, other people's ideas for me and... I lost who I was- I was never allowed to be myself for the longest time.

It wasn't until the fox came back gently in early 2024, and then the wolf full sent in later 2024.

Up until now, animals have made such a *massive* reappearance in my life, both spiritual and psychological. I noticed that my strongest 3: orca, wolf, and lion- all have one thing in common. They are known for their *song*. Working with these guides, have helped me so much (and still help me) in finding my voice. My *song*.

Orca at the moment is so strong for me, it always makes me tear up cause it reminds me of my inner child. And singing my song, no matter how strange or unconventional, is all for me. For *her*.

I even got a monofin!

Thank you for reading!

- Lala

[brokenpieces-72]

Mad Beast

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“Come on pup, open the door.” You hear Johnny say. He sounds normal, but you know he isn’t. By pure luck you managed to find a place to hide. Even at your normal high speed it wasn't enough to lose Johnny. You remember what Ghost said, don’t open the door for them. You’re shivering, cause you know it isn’t Johnny, not your Johnny. “What did we say about orders pup?”

You stay quiet, pressing against the door to hold it shut. In your weaker state though, your strength is equal to Johnny’s, but he’s also been shot full of blood. You hear the knob jiggle and your heart is pounding. Soap isn't supposed to be affected by blood though, being a werewolf. Something else was going on. You weren't about to try and ask him a personal question or try to solve it now.

“Pup open the door. Let me in.” He says. It’s more firm, like he’s trying to discipline you. You want to open the door but you know the risk and the dangers and you had order’s from Ghost not to. “Ar’nya hungry? Open up and we can go eat.”

Soap shouldn’t be able to break through the door but it doesn’t stop you from feeling it shake as Johnny keeps pounding on it harder and harder as his voice gets louder.

“Open the door! Pup, I need to talk to you!”

“No no no…” you whisper to yourself. Johnny gets more aggressive, and he isn’t holding back.

“Let me in! I mean it! Getting sick of your shit!” He’s almost ramming the door, at least that’s what it feels like. You’re getting flashbacks to the basement, when your mother used a similar tone. Sweet and kind and then demanding and cruel. “Open the fucking door pup! I can hear you in there! I can smell your stench too! Now let me in you brat!”

“Stop…please…” you say softly.

“You want me to stop? Then come out here and face me you rabbit eared freak! Come on!” The banging gets harder and louder, and you’re trying to hold strong. He doesn’t mean it. You know he doesn’t. It doesn’t stop tears from dotting your eyes.

“You little bitch let me in!! Now! Fucking had enough of you! Open the door right now!”

The door shakes and you know you have to find somewhere to hide. Could Soap sniff you out? Maybe. But you couldn’t stay at the door.

“Little rabbit let me in!!” Johnny’s voice changes to some more beastly, and deep. It’s almost a snarl when he talks to you. You can hear something break when he hits the door. You need to move!

“Open! The fucking! Door! You annoying! Little! Bugger!” Johnny barks before he breaks through the door. You’re nowhere in sight. You hold your breath waiting for the chance to flee. With Johnny juiced you don’t know how much faster you are than him. You need as much distance from him as you can and that means waiting for the perfect chance to flee. If that meant being found first then you have to risk it.

“Alright brat where the fuck are ya?” Johnny wonders aloud. “Don’t ya wanna see ya big brother? Been a month.”

You try to make yourself smaller, seeing him in a partial shift, mostly human, but looking almost nothing like one. Soap starts tearing things apart trying to find you, growling at every spot he checks. You hold your breath, praying he can’t hear your heart pounding in your chest. He moves past your hiding spot, getting closer. You flinch when he checks the cupboard next to you. He’s close enough that if you had a flu shot, you could stick him with it and run.

“Little bitch…” he growls and leaves the room. You hear him padding down the hall, and take a second to catch your breath. You meant to run that whole time but fear kept you back. Hell you were behind the bloody door how did he not see you? You take a few moments to collect yourself before slipping out of your hiding spot.

All is quiet. You’re safe for now. You look down the hall towards the medbay, and back at Johnny down the other way.

Shit. You bolt as soon as there is eye contact narrowly avoiding Johnny lunging for you.

“Come back here!” His yell echoes through the halls as your mind focuses on nothing but running. You don’t look back, you don’t even check the other corridors. Your focus is on reaching the medbay and trying to lose Johnny. Unfortunately wolves tend to hunt in packs and you one scared and terrified rabbit. You weren’t going fast enough past another corridor, and you saw a dark shadow. A fast dark shadow.

You slam into the hard stone wall, the wind knocked out of you. You coughed and would have crumbled if a nagual didn’t hold you against it by the neck. Your vision was blurred and your ears were ringing as you tried to focus. Definitely doesn’t help Alejandro has a death grip on your throat, and all you can do is try to pry it open enough to breath. You try to kick him back, disarm him, defend yourself, fucking anything!

“ALE!” You hear Soap yell, and both of you look back down the hall, seeing Soap approaching. Wait is that foam around his mouth? You don’t get much of a look because Alejandro removes you from the wall and instead holds you against him. He doesn’t back away, instead growling and clutching you almost in a possessive way.

“Drop them…” Soap orders.

“Mine.” Alej says. You try to get away but you feel a familiar death grip, warning you. Fucking hell you may as well be prey, fuck it you are prey! Without the wendigo to shift to you are running out of options. Soap is coming closer, and you’re pretty sure he won’t care if Alejandro still has a grip on you or not. The nagual isn’t letting go.

“Alej…please…” you beg quietly. He growls, and tugs you back, focused on Soap. “Please let go…”

Suddenly Alejandro’s body jerks and he roars in pain, while you finally are free from his grip. There’s a split moment where you see Alejandro turn to face his attacker and you see feather blades sticking out of his back. Gaz makes himself known, and throws more, before going for a kill shot with his talons. You take the opportunity to bolt ahead of the nagual, juast as Gaz struck.

You had your back to them when Gaz caught sight of you. Unfortunately that sparring practice with him paid off. For him. You feel a sharp pain in your shoulder before stumbling around the corner. You hold your tongue but can hear more fighting behind you. Eyes forward, keep running! Don’t look back you don’t have time. The sooner you reach the med bay the sooner you can locate Ghost and Rudy and the sooner you can get them cured… hopefully.

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[blackhholes]

teen wolf meme: [1/6] creatures -> berserkers

You ever heard of the Berserkers? Germanic warriors. They wore the skins of bears to channel their ferocity. They didn't just wear them- they became them. [...] With Berserkers, the human side doesn't last long-- they're not tempered by the moon.

[kdmatheson]

"NAGUAL" kd matheson 2024

[marksarmel]

A part of a spirit animal sereis I worked on a while back.

[majestativa]

I disguised myself as witch jaguar serpent and kept on diving and I found my nagual but I told nobody the name of my nagual and I will never tell it to anyone.

— Claribel Alegría, Thresholds/Umbrales: Poems, (1996)

[sacredwilderness]

Nagual woman - shamanism

Image source Pinterest

[kestarren]

'Nahual', by Peca Dōbutsu, from the 'Gods & Mezcal IV' series. In the “Moonlight Dreams” solo exhibition, at Copro Gallery, Santa Monica California, USA, 2022.

[chrysocomae]

[judahmaccabees]

Sodomites don't tell me what to do, Sorry

[cyprianscove]

Uma visão de águia de Don Juan, Carlos Castaneda e um caminho tolteca

Este artigo foi publicado originalmente em inglês na finada revista Magical Blend em 1995. Como qualquer material do meu arquivo pessoal, ele está disponível para ser enviado na íntegra por e-mail ou discord.

Ken Eagle Feather entrevistado por William J. Evarts

Vários livros foram escritos por Carlos Castaneda relatando suas experiências no misterioso mundo da feitiçaria, em constante expansão da consciência, guiado por um feiticeiro indígena mexicano chamado Don Juan. Mais recentemente, duas mulheres, Florinda Donner-Grau e Taisha Abelar, publicaram seus próprios livros sobre suas aventuras na feitiçaria e sua afiliação com os lendários Don Juan e Carlos Castaneda.

Até recentemente, porém, outro aluno de Don Juan, Ken Eagle Feather, permaneceu em relativa obscuridade em comparação aos outros. Observando Ken durante um seminário, notei movimentos econômicos e graciosos, uma pessoa totalmente confortável e relaxada, mas plenamente consciente e engajada no momento. Ken iniciou suas investigações sobre a natureza da consciência em 1963, quando utilizou as leituras de Edgar Cayce na Associação para Pesquisa e Iluminação em Virginia Beach, Virgínia, para pesquisar um trabalho de conclusão de curso do ensino médio sobre Atlântida.

Hoje, ele reside na Flórida, escrevendo livros, expandindo sua consciência e viajando pelo país ministrando seminários sobre a exploração e o desenvolvimento da percepção. Conversei com ele recentemente por telefone para discutir Don Juan, Carlos Castaneda e Um Caminho Tolteca.

Entrevista

Como você conheceu Don Juan? Ken Eagle Feather: Eu o conheci enquanto caminhava pela Speedway Boulevard, uma avenida principal em Tucson, Arizona. Um ano antes de conhecer Don Juan fisicamente, tive uma visão dele. Foi durante esse período que me curei de uma úlcera hemorrágica e, como se vê, essa foi minha introdução a tudo isso. Praticando as técnicas apresentadas nos livros de Castaneda, especificamente "Journey to Ixtlan" e "Tales of Power", consegui me curar da doença.

Nesse ponto, eu estava me apoiando mais na intuição do que jamais havia feito na minha vida, e fui puxado, impelido, empurrado — como você quiser encarar — para o Arizona. A primeira coisa que me veio à mente foi encontrar alguém à altura de Don Juan. E também fui para lá para voltar para a faculdade. Era muito além da minha imaginação que eu realmente encontraria o homem.

Eu morava lá há cerca de seis meses quando, um dia, estava indo para a aula e estava um pouco atrasado, então estava com pressa. Havia um índio vindo em minha direção do mesmo lado da rua, caminhando com muita determinação. Ele tinha grande controle de si mesmo sem ser externamente autoritário. Parecia o que os livros de Carlos Castaneda chamavam de "ter um tom apropriado".

Olhei para ele sem jeito, fiquei boquiaberto e ele me olhou como se eu não soubesse o que estava acontecendo no mundo, então simplesmente o ultrapassei. Cheguei à aula e uma onda de energia me invadiu, dizendo-me que o homem por quem passei era Don Juan. Me chutei por não estar alerta o suficiente para agir naquele momento. Mas também disse a mim mesmo que pararia e conversaria com ele se o visse novamente.

Alguns dias depois, eu estava dirigindo pelos arredores da cidade e vi o mesmo homem novamente, só que desta vez ele parecia bêbado. Ele estava cambaleando com a camisa puxada para fora da calça, enquanto da primeira vez sua camisa e suéter estavam abotoados até o topo. Ele parecia muito formal e organizado apesar de estar cambaleando. Fiquei surpreso, mas quanto mais eu o olhava, mais percebia que ele estava fazendo aquilo de propósito. Era como uma encenação.

Quando me aproximei, ele se endireitou e assumiu uma postura mais formal. Aproximei-me e troquei algumas palavras. Eu realmente não conseguia dizer quais eram, porque estava tremendo de medo. Fiquei muito intimidado e, quando me virei para ir embora, ouvi "perca sua autoestima" gritando na minha cabeça. Era a voz dele. Depois disso, o encontrei muitas vezes nos três anos seguintes, sempre dentro dos limites da cidade de Tucson, embora ele também estivesse nos meus sonhos me dando aulas.

Ele alguma vez lhe disse quem era? Ken Eagle Feather: Perguntei-lhe uma vez se ele era Don Juan, o homem que ensinou Castaneda, e ele disse que sim. Embora uma parte de mim soubesse que era ele quando o conheci, havia também uma parte de mim que simplesmente não aceitava, e eu estava atormentado pela dúvida. Com o passar do tempo, percebi que ele entrava nos meus sonhos e manipulava o conteúdo. No mundo físico, uma vez o vi tornar a cabeça luminosa, como se tivesse se transformado em uma vela. Em outra ocasião, ele mudou seus olhos castanhos para azuis. Ele fazia coisas assim que, no fim das contas, não deixavam dúvidas de que era Don Juan. É claro que verificar verbalmente era crucial. Foi aí que relaxei um pouco mais.

Por quantos anos você esteve sob a tutela dele? Ken Eagle Feather: Cerca de dez anos, de meados dos anos 70 a meados dos anos 80. Voltei para a Flórida no final dos anos 70 e ainda tinha visões e sonhos com ele. Ele me dava instruções dessa forma. Foi assim que as comunicações continuaram. E então, por volta de 1983, todas as peças dos seus ensinamentos se encaixaram, uma gestalt, por assim dizer. Houve momentos desde então em que me senti realmente pressionado com uma pergunta. Eu me sintonizo com a energia dele e sinto a resposta. Se essa é a energia que ele implantou em mim ou comunicações pessoais em tempo real, eu não saberia dizer.

Você já perguntou a Don Juan para onde ele tinha ido, considerando que, pelo relato de Castaneda, ele havia deixado o reino físico no início dos anos 70? Ken Eagle Feather: Don Juan e sua equipe executaram o Fogo Interior e evoluíram sua massa física para outra dimensão. Ele nunca abordou essa questão especificamente comigo. Tenho a impressão de que ele reconstituiu, por assim dizer, sua massa física de volta a esta dimensão para realizar certas tarefas. Uma dessas tarefas pode ter sido me dar lições de tempos em tempos.

Quando eu o via, sempre me restavam duas memórias. Uma memória corporal do lado direito e uma do lado esquerdo. Na memória do lado direito, eu o via vindo do horizonte, onde, se desse um passo para trás, desaparecia. Com a memória do lado esquerdo, eu o via descendo uma escada imaginária, saindo de um campo de luz. E quando essas duas memórias se cruzavam, eu tinha outra memória que era, na verdade, vê-lo no mundo físico. Acho que era uma questão de unir seus dois campos energéticos — o tonal e o nagual, ou a primeira e a segunda atenções — unindo-os e localizando-os no planeta Terra para que ele pudesse aparecer fisicamente. Ele partiria novamente, reevoluindo sua massa física para outra dimensão.

Qual é a sua definição de perseguição e sonho? Ken Eagle Feather: Perseguir consiste em ações que permitem que você conquiste integridade interna. Também tem a ver com a maneira como você se comporta com outras pessoas em termos de estratégia e tática. Sonhar envolve atividades na segunda atenção, ou o que eu chamo de segundo campo energético, onde você lida com o corpo energético do corpo luminoso. Basicamente, perseguir envolve o corpo físico, enquanto sonhar abrange todo o corpo energético. Perseguir é muito focado, dando-lhe força. Sonhar é expansivo, pois te abre, permitindo que você dê saltos significativos na consciência. Perseguir tende a vir em primeiro lugar, pois permite que você mantenha o equilíbrio para lidar com as incursões expansivas de consciência aplicadas pelo sonho.

Qual é, na sua opinião, o objetivo final das práticas toltecas? Ken Eagle Feather: Não vejo um objetivo final. Vejo uma escada infinita de objetivos práticos. Mas se você quisesse abordar tudo de uma perspectiva humana, seria a execução do Fogo Interior, que, na minha opinião, é o equivalente à ressurreição de Jesus Cristo, que ressuscitou sua massa física e a colocou em uma dimensão mais celestial. E, portanto, se existe um objetivo final, ele o coloca à porta do infinito. E se você está à porta do infinito, não há fim. É uma história sem fim. Se você está à altura da aventura e do mistério de tudo isso, o caminho tolteca é uma maneira de viajar.

Como tudo isso se relaciona com a noção de Deus, ou com a sua noção de Deus? Ken Eagle Feather: Don Juan não era alguém que realmente rotulava a fonte da criação como Deus, por causa de suas relações com os católicos que invadiram o México. Eles tendiam a personificar Deus e torná-lo uma entidade que governava e dominava nossas vidas. Uma das razões pelas quais, creio eu, ele pensava assim era porque havia desenvolvido sua própria percepção a um nível tão abstrato que ver Deus como uma entidade personificada era um tanto imprudente. A fonte da criação pode ser vista como a Águia e suas emanações, mas também precisamos equilibrar isso com a ideia do molde humano.

Muitas vezes, quando as pessoas expandem sua consciência por meio da meditação ou de experiências de quase morte, encontram um raio de luz e voltam pensando que encontraram Deus ou a resposta definitiva para a criação. Don Juan diz que elas encontraram o molde humano. E assim, quando você encontra o molde humano, está encontrando a energia que é tudo o que é humano. Quando uma pessoa mergulha nessa energia, a primeira reação é que encontrou tudo, projetando e expandindo desse estado para toda a criação e, erroneamente, creio eu, criando Deus à nossa imagem.

Você, metaforicamente falando, vê a Águia, como mencionada no livro de Castaneda, "A Dádiva da Águia", como a fonte da criação? Ken Eagle Feather: Sim, essa é uma definição: a Águia é a fonte de toda a criação, a principal fonte de energia da qual emanam todas as manifestações, daí as emanações da Águia. A faixa humana de emanações é apenas uma faixa muito estreita entre um número infinito de faixas. Pensar que conhecemos a soma total da existência apenas com base na capacidade humana de percepção é caminhar na corda bamba da tolice.

Pelo meu entendimento, a Águia concede a certas pessoas a capacidade de perpetuar sua consciência para sempre. O que acontece com as pessoas que não acumularam energia suficiente para fazer isso? Elas são simplesmente apagadas no momento da morte? Ken Eagle Feather: Acho que há uma série de coisas que podem acontecer, dependendo de como você encara. Podemos, e ao mesmo tempo não podemos, trazer a reencarnação. Don Juan, em um dos livros de Carlos, fala sobre como o corpo energético se dissipa e pedaços de consciência pessoal voam em direções diferentes. Talvez um desses pedaços voe e se encontre com sete pedaços de sete pessoas diferentes e se reorganize em uma única consciência humana. Então, se uma pessoa que é essa consciência agora se lembra de uma vida passada, ela está apenas se lembrando de um pedaço de uma subentidade anterior? Tenha em mente que estamos analisando essa ideia em termos lineares, uma proposição de causa e efeito, de que existe uma continuidade na jornada da alma. Acredito que haja um número infinito de possibilidades após a morte, dependendo de onde você está focado.

Talvez envolver o Fogo Interior seja o mesmo que quebrar a roda do renascimento que encontramos nas filosofias orientais, de modo que não se esteja mais sujeito às forças da reencarnação. Para elaborar mais sobre a reencarnação, poderíamos mudar do tempo linear para explorar reencarnações múltiplas e simultâneas. Assim, vidas individuais que ocorreram em 1700, 1800 e 1900 existem todas ao mesmo tempo. É apenas uma questão de onde você concentra a consciência que determina qual dessas vidas você vivencia. Mas então você pode continuar a trabalhar com essa informação e energia e chegar a um ponto em que se identifica com todas as pessoas, em todos os lugares, em todos os momentos. Uma vez que você se eleva a esse nível de abstração, ele destrói completamente qualquer modelo de reencarnação.

Cada uma dessas visões é válida e correta em sua própria disciplina, em sua própria maneira de ver o mundo. Cada uma tem sua própria integridade, que pode ser validada por meio de sua própria experiência, dependendo de onde você deseja se concentrar. Você chega ao ponto em que a abstração definitiva, se preferir, é simplesmente voltar e viver sua vida dia após dia e fazer o que precisa ser feito, aqui e agora, e trabalhar para expandir suas abstrações a partir do zero ou, como na frase que Ram Dass tornou famosa, "Esteja Aqui Agora".

Pelo que entendi, o ponto de aglutinação de toda a humanidade está localizado na mesma posição — a posição da "razão". Você acha que talvez Deus queira que esse ponto de aglutinação permaneça travado em sua posição atual e não pretenda que a humanidade o mova? Ken Eagle Feather: (rindo) Suponho que você possa reunir alguma evidência para essa afirmação. A outra parte é que temos vários sistemas — o Caminho Tolteca, o Budismo, o Cristianismo Esotérico, o Taoísmo, o Budismo Zen — todos desafiando a posição comum do ponto de aglutinação. Ao implementar e vivenciar qualquer um desses sistemas, você aprende a mover o ponto de aglutinação. Meu contraponto à sua afirmação é que Deus nos deu todos esses sistemas para que não fôssemos relegados a manter nosso ponto de aglutinação em um só lugar.

No livro de Castaneda, "A Arte de Sonhar", Don Juan afirma que os seres inorgânicos têm pontos de aglutinação que também podem ser movidos. É possível que eles o movam para que apareçam em nossa primeira atenção? Ken Eagle Feather: Sim. Pelo que entendi, a principal via de jornada deles é através do sonho. Existem seres inorgânicos por toda parte, e é uma questão de expandir a consciência para incorporá-los, assim como incorporamos a noção de voo espacial anos atrás. Se um número suficiente de pessoas tivesse desenvolvido a noção de seres inorgânicos, então, como cultura, eles seriam introduzidos em nossa visão de mundo.

Acho que Don Juan foi muito claro ao afirmar que o uso preeminente do mundo inorgânico era que, uma vez que você entra nesse mundo e experimenta um universo completo, repleto de entidades inteligentes e sencientes que não têm qualquer relação direta com o nosso mundo, a razão não consegue mais manter seu modo normal, e a racionalidade comum se torna obsoleta. A razão é uma das principais forças que mantêm o ponto de aglutinação em uma posição padrão. Uma vez que essa força é interditada, você deu um passo tremendo para abrir portas para outras realidades.

Talvez estejamos entrando em uma época em que a necessidade de visitar o mundo inorgânico esteja se tornando obsoleta. Pode haver pressão suficiente vinda de outras fontes, como as que encontramos no movimento da Nova Era. "A Mensagem Lá na Austrália" e "A Profecia Celestina" estão na lista de mais vendidos do New York Times há meses e são "romances da Nova Era". O fato de a sociedade sustentar esse tipo de energia, investigação e interesse por tanto tempo é um indício de que talvez uma força adicional esteja pressionando o ponto de aglutinação.

Segundo Don Juan, a consciência do homem comum no momento da morte é devorada pela Águia. Não é um futuro sombrio para a maioria de nós? Ken Eagle Feather: Não, não necessariamente. Algumas pessoas se importam em fazer o Fogo Interior. Elas acham que têm uma vida plena sem se envolver nessa aventura. Eu prefiro não carregar o preconceito de que você é menos pessoa se não escolher esse caminho específico.

Digamos, por exemplo, que sua consciência individual na morte começa a se expandir e, à medida que isso acontece, ela experimenta mais de sua totalidade. À medida que a consciência se expande, ela naturalmente tocará a Águia, a força abstrata suprema. Se o indivíduo não for treinado para lidar com abstrações energéticas, a consciência será dilacerada pelo contato com o abstrato, porque não há mais nada com o que se relacionar.

Agora, se uma pessoa se dedicou a construir uma vida abstrata e está desenvolvendo energias internas para que sejam abstratas, quando sua energia se expande e ela atinge a força abstrata principal, ela consegue lidar com isso e superar a tensão que normalmente a separa. Parte do treinamento é se desapegar completamente e saber que você não sabe absolutamente nada. Quanto mais você sabe que não sabe nada, mais abstrata sua consciência individual se torna. Então você ficará bem e elegante sem saber nada, porque estará em casa no mistério total do mundo.

A maneira como um indivíduo expande a consciência usando a tradição tolteca é recuperando a energia perdida. Uma maneira de recuperar essa energia é recapitulando a própria vida. Você poderia descrever a recapitulação e como ela traz a energia de volta e, então, como se sabe que a energia foi recuperada? Ken Eagle Feather: A técnica utiliza a respiração. Você faz varreduras da direita para a esquerda em seu corpo energético, inspirando a energia que foi calcificada, bloqueada, formando-se como um cisto em seu corpo energético. Você deixa seu corpo assimilá-la e, em seguida, descarrega essa energia. Há referências suficientes nos livros de Carlos e no livro de Taisha Abelar, "A Travessia do Feiticeiro", detalhando a técnica em si, e eu também a apresento em detalhes em "Um Caminho Tolteca".

Então, deixe-me apresentar outro aspecto da recapitulação. Digamos que você teve um término traumático com sua namorada ou namorado. Esse trauma deixou sua marca em seu corpo energético. Cada vez que seu ponto de aglutinação se move para esse local, você pode vivenciar o trauma repetidamente. Ao se entregar e se concentrar na preocupação, você mantém essa energia no lugar. Assim, ao inspirar essa energia com a intenção de trabalhá-la, filtrá-la, revivê-la e então liberá-la, você recupera a energia que fixou esse trauma. Quando você volta a reviver a experiência, pode explorar o conhecimento e a memória dela sem ser sugado pelo trauma.

Você sabe que está funcionando porque vai se sentir melhor, com mais energia, mais leve, como se nunca tivesse passado por esse trauma. Você vai encarar isso como um evento da vida, e não como um grande problema. A maneira como você enxerga o mundo ficará mais clara e você notará uma mudança despreocupada em todo o seu comportamento.

Você poderia discutir outras maneiras de recuperar energia? Ken Eagle Feather: Toda a disciplina de perseguição também é voltada para isso. Outra maneira é o uso do que Castaneda e sua equipe chamam de passes de feitiçaria, onde movimentos das mãos são usados ​​para massagear e relaxar o próprio corpo energético. É como trabalhar diretamente com o corpo energético, da mesma forma que um massagista trabalha com seu corpo físico.

Eu sei que outra maneira de ganhar energia é perdendo a autoimportância. Como você pode perder a autoimportância quando pensa tanto em si mesmo na execução dessas práticas toltecas? Ken Eagle Feather: Don Juan diz que a guerra de um guerreiro é contra a autoimportância e, portanto, cada vez que você se define ou define o mundo, você está realizando autoimportância, você está refletindo sobre si mesmo. Todo este mundo que construímos, seja um mundo tecnológico ou um mundo de sonhos toltecas, torna-se autorreflexão por meio da definição e da interpretação.

A autoimportância está no cerne da chegada ao estágio da pessoa de conhecimento. Como você reduziu a autoimportância a tal ponto que não reflete mais o mundo, mas é o mundo, você está totalmente presente no mundo. Você não pensa mais em si mesmo. Você moldou sua energia em um estado tão abstrato e com uma integridade tão grande por trás que não precisa continuar pensando e refletindo sobre si mesmo. Você simplesmente é você mesmo.

Para dar esse tipo de salto radical e transformador de consciência, o trabalho está inteiramente no limiar da autoimportância. Mesmo quando você está no mundo tolteca, está construindo outro mundo, definindo a perseguição, o sonho, a recapitulação, os passes de feitiçaria e todas essas coisas, então você ainda está refletindo. A pessoa de conhecimento dá outro salto além do treinamento e o usa para incutir tanta integridade energética, tanto equilíbrio, desapego tão completamente que a pessoa se funde com o mundo sem perder sua orientação individual.

Essa noção de perder a autoimportância está em total desacordo com o nosso sistema de valores ocidental. Isso não torna o caminho tolteca extremamente difícil? Ken Eagle Feather: Sim, torna-o extremamente difícil, especialmente quando você está lidando em um mundo com pessoas que não compartilham seus valores. Novamente, é aí que entra a perseguição. Ele fornece as estratégias, as estruturas e o treinamento para você lidar com as pessoas enquanto realiza a missão principal de perseguir a si mesmo. O tirano mesquinho é provavelmente o melhor meio de praticar como lidar com as pessoas.

O tirano mesquinho é alguém em sua vida que exerce algum controle sobre você e o deixa louco, apertando todos os seus botões. O objetivo é lidar com eles, estabelecendo uma posição de desapego, elevando-se acima deles apertando seus botões. Enquanto isso, você pode recapitular cada botão que o tirano mesquinho aperta. O tirano mesquinho garante que você tenha muita prática.

Você acha que encontrará Don Juan novamente em forma material? Ken Eagle Feather: Em forma material? Sim. Quando você me perguntou, ouvi um grande "sim" dentro da minha cabeça. Não tenho nada em que me basear, e não estou realmente tentando fazer isso, embora fosse interessante. Ele sempre me assustou pra caramba, para falar a verdade. Não por nada que ele fizesse, ele era simplesmente muito intimidador. Só de estar na presença dele, eu já estava destruindo minha energia, a forma como eu normalmente estava alinhado com o mundo. Agora que cresci um pouco e consigo interagir melhor no mundo dele, seria interessante ver o que aconteceria.

Qual foi seu último encontro com Dom Juan? Ken Eagle Feather: Foi a um quarteirão de onde parei e conversei com ele pela primeira vez, nos arredores de Tucson. Eu estava dirigindo uma caminhonete em direção ao centro da cidade, e ele estava do outro lado da rua, caminhando na mesma direção. Não havia trânsito, então parei bem no meio da rua e gritei: "Ei, quer uma carona?". Ele olhou para mim e disse: "Não", e apontou como se estivesse indo em frente. Eu disse: "Ok", e então ele olhou para mim e sorriu. Antes disso, ele nunca tinha me dado aquele tipo de sorriso com tanto carinho. Uma semana depois desse encontro, recebi uma carta de um familiar indicando algumas dificuldades em casa, então me mudei de volta para a Flórida. Foi a última vez que o vi pessoalmente.

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Hello! I read your 'kit' story and it was so good and I was wondering if I could actually make a story request? If your requests are closed then you could freely ignore this! I was wondering if you could do a plot where they find a teenage badger hybrid like in an abandoned war zone?? (I know it sounds familiar to the kit story so if you don't want to do it then that's ok!) Love your work btw love! 😘😘

Note: I want you to know that when I saw this I got so happy. My requests are never closed it’s more when I get around to answering them and posting them. Also for a bit of context, this is taking place before Rudy and Alejandro have met the 141.

Tejón

TW: mentions of abandonment, implications/mentions of child abuse, mental stress, poisoning, let me know if I missed any.

You hear a sharp whistle and shouts in another language. You peek out from your hiding spot to see two men, both with odd smells. Then you see a dog, and you retreat back into the little den you’d made for yourself. Unfortunately, the dog finds you and now has your scent. Uh oh.

You hear a call after the dog starts barking, trying to dig its way inside. You hissed and growled at the barking, warning them to leave you alone. This was your home, you were safe here. Safer than out there. Then you hear someone calling to you. They're looking for survivors, and you hear another phrase in Spanish spoken calmly. There's scratching outside and you growl louder, claws at the ready.

"Mexican Special Forces. We're coming in." Rudy called making his way inside the debris and rubble that made up your shelter. You back into a corner, glaring and hissing. You don't want help, you're fine on your own. Rodolfo raised his hands, showing he was unarmed, but you could see the gun on his back. Pair that with the weird looking mutt next to him and you were still on the defensive. "My name is Rodolfo Parra, I'm here to help you."

Yeah right. The last time someone tried to help you, you nearly got put in a cage. Rudy had seen behaviour like yours before. Not uncommon, especially for hybrids. This was going to take longer in order for it to be safer. The cadejo disappears, assuming you found the ghost dog a little intimidating. Rudy is still moving closer, but lowers himself to your huddled, crouched stance. Your growling, mixed with trembling gives him a good enough understanding of your reluctance. This wasn't the first time someone tried to help you.

"We have food, first aid, and can even get you new clothes." Rudy explained. You'd heard that before, and shook your head. There was little time to mince words. There had already been reports of other shelters like yours breaking down from whatever steel supports had given out. "Niña, this isn't a safe place for you. Not anymore. You can bring whatever you have hear with you, but if you stay here, the rubble is going to collapse on you."

As if on cue, there is the groaning of metal, and some depress falls from the cieling above you. Another rainfall and you would be buried in your own home. You'd done rather well for yourself too. Rodolfo noted the small fire pit in the corner where there was a large enough gap to vent the smoke. Right now you were posted on a collection of ragged blankets and ratty cushions to sleep on. In the other parts he found what looked like beat up cooking ware, a tarp, some wood and rocks, and what he was pretty sure was piece of pipe that you'd somehow taken the broken end of and sharpened it. When Rudy looked you over, he noticed the knife at your hip, opting for your own hybrid features over a proper weapon. A weapon that was likely one of your only tools. Your eyes left him, and stared up, seeing your home threaten to give out with you inside.

"Come on mija, it's not safe here. I need you to trust me for a bit." Rudy pleaded. He offered his hand, and you stared at it. "If I do anything you don't like, just say something. We'll stop okay?"

"Promise?" You asked. Rodolfo nodded. Another groan from above. You held out your pinky, and Rudy recognized it right away, hooking it with his own.

"Promise." He said, followed by another groan. Without warning you rushed to him, and he picked you up, hearing the colonel calling for him to get out of there quickly. A cadejo was able to grab hold of one of your blankets, chasing after the both of you, as Rudy carried you out. The bright light made you wince, nearly blinding you. Your eyes adjusted to see what had once been your home, slowly crumble.

When you were taken back to base, Rudy stuck close to you. Not at first though. A medic came to look at you, and you hissed at them. You didn't like doctors, you didn't like being touched. When a medic tried to assure you everything would be okay, it didn't work too well, and when they tried to reach their hand out to assure you, you uh... yeah you bit the medic you weren't ashamed of it. When another medic tried to step in, you started shouting at them, getting violent. Alejandro and Rudy were both informed of your lack of cooperation. When they came in to see if they could assist they found you curled up in the corner, the blanket Rudy had retrieved for you wrapped tightly around you. This would take some time.

Rudy came over and sat down next to you, giving you a chance to breath and relax. It was a strange world, a new environment, one you either weren't used to, hadn;t seen in a while, or had bad memories with. Alejandro closes the door leaving it open a crack to give some privacy without setting off any alarms in your head. Neither of them touch you, seeing it is clearly a trigger. Alejandro explained what happened and what was going to happen. There'd been reports of survivors and scavengers in the abandoned warzone, and they'd been called to assist with search and rescue. The medic needed to give you an exam to rule out injuries, diseases and infections. You were fine, you cooked your food properly, sterilized every cut you got, you never got so much as a cold, you didn't need a physical exam. Your skin is tougher on account of being a badger hybrid so cuts were harder to come by. That being said, Rudy had picked you up. He knew you were lighter than you should be.

Alejandro asked if he could see your ribs, and as if on cue, your stomach growled. You're just quiet, not saying anything or moving. The two men exchanged looks. Alright, they had to do this another way. Alejandro asked you if you wanted to get cleaned up first instead. They had some clean clothes for you to change into and could wash the ones you had on now. No one would bother you or interrupt you. You could give yourself a physical, and then report back. From there you could decide what to do next. That would be reasonable, and right now, warm water was sounding very tempting.

Cleaned and dressed you felt much more comfortable. It didn't stop you from tugging the hood down on the hoodie they'd given you. The base was colder than outside, and while you had some sunburning, it was in the healing stages. You asked Rudy if there was some cream or aloe you could use for it and he made sure you got some. As for the physical exam, it went okay. Rudy offered to stay in the room with you while they checked your throat, ears, and breathing. At the end of physical the main issue was some wounds that needed some extra cleaning and bandaging, and malnourishment.

You and Rudy both meet Alejandro in the cafeteria where there are a few other survivors. A couple you'd seen before, a couple you distance yourself from. Alejandro and Rudy keep an eye on you while you eat, sitting alone.

"It'll take time for her to adjust." Rudy commented.

"Hmm..." Alejandro was eyeing the others in the room. The ones that you were avoiding.

"CPS is on their way." Rudy added. "Hopefully she'll be collected by her family."

"You don't sound hopeful." Alejandro commented, still surveying the room. Protective as ever. He knew why his partner wasn't hopeful, but Rudy's voice was always welcome. Reminded him he wasn't guarding alone.

"How many kids end up in abandoned warzones without an adult?" Rudy commented. He wasn't wrong. You were on your own. Your parents taught you how to survive, and how to look after yourself, that was good enough. You were fine on your own.

"Colonel?" Alejandro's attention turned to the tablet being handed to him. Profiles of everyone they'd found were available to him on screen. As he looked over each one, he learned why you were sitting alone, and made the effort to avoid a couple of the others. He gives the order to keep an eye on a few of the people they found. Some of the others had petty crimes attached and were already on high alert. Making an arrest out in the open with all of them watching would raise too many alarms. When Alejandro looked up to match the faces to profiles, he noted the looks you were getting from the three people he intended to deal with.

Alejandro came over to your table, and asked to sit down, with you shrugging it was a free country. Deep down, you were glad he came over. You could feel eyes on you, hungry ones. It made you almost sick, but they may be from you eating too fast. One of them, an eagle harpy had looked like she was going to come over and sit with you instead, and you didn't want that. That had danger written all over it. Alejandro still had the tablet and asked if you could look at some photos for him, his voice low. Before answering you looked back to see some soldiers near the food, and asked if you could get some more food first. Alejandro nodded, and checked the profiles again.

As you got up, you could hear someone else get up, and all of the hair on your body stood on end. Fuck. You just wanted food, couldn't they leave you alone? Rudy stepped in, reading the situation like a book in large print. He stood between you and the woman, warning you he was behind you. The harpy tried to get close to you, as subtly as possible by reaching across for whatever was in front of you. Each time, Rudy just ushered you along. Holy shit she was persistent though. You reached for something and she reached for it, but Rudy turned and didn't glare but the look of judgement was a stronger warning.

"Ma'am, please be patient." He said, voice very firm. The harpy backed off, looking annoyed. The dog handler was keeping away a treat from her. Lucky for him she knew how to pick her battles. You finished getting you food and hurried away back to Alejandro, sitting a little closer. Alejandro gave you a gentle smile and let you eat for a bit longer while Rudy joined both of you and the harpy went back to her table. As soonas Alejandro noticed her glaring dangers at his partner, he glared at her in warning. Try something on his man, and Alejandro would be counting her feathers one by one as he plucked them.

Alejandro showed you the profiles of the three survivors, including the harpy woman. You recognized them alright. They'd tried shit with you before, but like the doctor, you showed them you had teeth and claws. Alejandro gave you praise for that. Once the tablet was away, he started asking about you, seeing if you had any interests, if the food was good, and if there was anything you needed to help with sleep.

You find that the worst part on base was boredom. You didn't have to go scavenging or searchinf anymore, but it was something you were craving. A lot. There was a large training course on base so you started going there whenever you could. Soldiers had to run through excerises, so you asked if you could maybe help set up. Alejandro had no issue with this, as long as you didn't pocket anything that wasn't yours.

Your task was to hide things, and in good places too. You didn't make it easy though. You would hide things, but you would hide them even further. Instead of inside cubbies or crates, you would put the items behind or in the corners where it was hard to see. On top of shelves or of the ground was no fun, so you got to digging and shoving things under turned over boxes.

A welcome challenge, one that Alejandro agreed was good, forcing his men to adapt quickly. The you got even more ridiculous, because you found small items on base you could use as fakes and decoys. To this day, even Alejandro is still trying to figure out where you got the rubber ducks to put in placement for hand grenades.

You were called at the end of the exercise after the soldiers tried to argue their reason for being unable to complete their the directive. When Alejandro asked you to show him one of the supply crates you did, and he asked you to bring out a grenade (fake for practice) you did so. A few of the soldiers gave you dirty looks. Alejandro asked you about decoys. You retrieved a decoy and put it in his hand.

“This was the decoy Mija?” He asked. You nodded. “This… this gives me more questions.”

A few smirks from his men, and Alejandro turned around. “Reminder to you all, that even a rubber duck can make for a good distraction.”

If there aren't any training excerises going on, you can still be found running and tumbling on the training grounds. You always manage to find some kind of stick. Sometimes other soldiers will come out to see what you're up to, and just keep a watch on you. A couple times the harpies would come out to watch you, and you would find a hiding place to wait for them to get bored and leave. Or another soldier would remove them.

You hid again, noticing wings just outside thew open gates. You waited and kept peeking to see if they had left yet. The harpy took off into the air to try and find you. You stayed hidden, waiting longer and longer. If only Alejandro had left some of the training weapons out so you could get rid of your hunter. Thankfully you didn't have to wait too much longer before a familiar white and passed through one of the walls.

It came over to you and curled up, resting it's head on your lap. It kept an eye on the entrances as you heard a yell from the colonel. You continued to wait unaware that the colonel was making an arrest. He'd discretely arrested another one of the trio without you noticing. While you were waiting for the coast to clear, Alejandro was tearing into the harpy like a fresh kill.

When the cadejo stood up and went to one of the entrances, you stood up. It was safe now, and just outside the small fort was Rudy. There was no verbal communication when you saw each other, just you going to him, and his arms wrapping around you. Rodolfo could feel you shaking. He assured you the harpy was arrested. Everything had to be kept discrete, not wanting the other survivors to panic or think they were in danger. Rudy and Alejandro had been working with you, learning what the trio of harpies had been trying to do.

"Ready to go back inside?" Rudy asked, after a few minutes. You nodded. Rodolfo smiled seeing you trying to keep a strong expression. Rudy turned and lowered himself, and you understood the offer. You got on his back and he carried you back to the gate where Alejandro stood, watching his partner. Damn, he looked like a dad.

The harpy woman found you alone, and kept quiet. Of course she was cooing about how adorable you were, trembling away. You didn't move only askef her to leave you alone.

"Leave you alone? Aww, but don't you want company? It's so hard living out there all by yourself isn't it?"

"Not that your friends would know, being so close to you." You retorted, smugly. "Bet they forgot what it's like."

"You little shi-"

"I wouldn't." A voice said from behind her. The harpy turned and saw Rudy with his cadejo. Not the sweet, white and blue one, but the menacing, snarling red and black spirit. It looked very hungry for chicken, but would settle for the next closest thing. Two other soldiers were backing him up, and moved in to arrest the harpy woman, who was demanding to know what was going on. As if she could even fake innocence. Her voice got louder as she kept screeching to be released. Rudy sighed and truned his attention to you. You were still shaking and helps you sit down.

"You're safe now. They're never gonna hurt you again." He assured you. You nodded, relieved but still pumped with adrenaline. You extend you pinky to him, without a word, and he returned the gesture. You move closer to him before leaning into his side.

Safe. You were safe.

"You really want to send her to a program?" Alejandro asked Rodolfo. No he didn't, honestly if Rodolfo could have his way, he would prefer to return you to your family, but you were alone. Over the month or so, you'd gotten a lot better. Physical touch had become a lot easier, you weren't hiding in corners as much, you were more social and some of the Vacqueros were inviting you to join them in whatever they were doing, including work tasks.

"Where else can she go Ale?" Rodolfo asked him. Alejandro didn't need to say anything for Rudy to pick up on what his man was saying. Kay this definitely could have used a lot more previous discussion. Rudy gave Alejandro a look that answered Alejandro's silent one. Alejandro sighed. "I'm sorry Ale, but that is something we need to talk about much more, and something she would need to agree to."

"She'll say yes." Alejandro said, convinced.

"Have you asked her yet?" Rudy countered. Nope. No he had not, but every time you were looking for something to do, you would come to them first. You would linger around them even if you weren't talking to them. Neither of them discouraged you from showing interest in their work. Hell, you even asked to spar with Alejandro once. The only reason he refused was because he was worried it might trigger a panic attack. You did get to spar with another soldier though, who went easy on you. Rudy could tell Alejandro wanted to keep you around, but with their work it was high risk. Both of their families lived away from base, at undisclosed locations. Having you stay with one of them could work, but it was another new environment, and new people. Rudy and Alejandro had a place of their own, but you were too young to live on your own still. "I'm sorry Ale, I want her to be happy too, but I don't think we're the ones to make it happen."

"... you have the paperwork for the programs?" Alejandro asked, giving in. Rudy had printed them a while ago, handing half over to the colonel. This was gonna be a couple hours. You didn't give them a couple hours, because a vacqueros knocked on the door, explaining you were missing. This wasn't uncommon, you often tried to hide on base, but they had checked everywhere. The two men exchanged a grave look. Shit, the paperwork had to wait. Rudy immediately pulls up camera footage of the entrances and exits, and sees you... holy shit you had dug under the fence. How long had you been working on that?

"How should we proceed?" Rudy asked.

"Sergeant gather some volunteers, we'll start on foot. She can't be too far." Alejandro ordered. The sergeant gave him a nod and salute before going looking for volunteers.

They'd split up into pairs, not wanting to overwhelm you. Rodolfo and Alejandro going off together. Alejandro had heightened senses and your scent to go on. Every half hour, soldiers radioed in with not much to say. Rudy was starting to feel a sense of guilt.

"Maybe she's been in a program before." Rudy wondered out loud. Alejandro had considered the possibility as well. Maybe you'd only heard about them and that's why you stayed away. They continued to call your name, the night growing darker and colder. Your scent was still fresh. Alejandro focused on that first and foremost, stepping carefully through the uneven ground, before stopping suddenly.

Rudy stopped, and looked at Alejandro, who started to scan the area. You were close. Rudy looked up, in case you might have tried to climb up somewhere. Nothing. Alejandro kept looking, hoping you hadn't ditched your jacket just to lose them. It was a tactic you'd learned, but with how cold it was getting, the last thing he wanted was for you to be lacking in layers.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Rudy called out. Alejandro turned, retracing his steps and found your scent again. Something smelled off though, setting alarms off in his head. He got Rudy's attention as he followed your scent again. Shit, you were laying in a ditch, groaning. There was blood on your arm, and two punctures. Shit!

Alejandro checked your pulse and found it weakened. Rudy didn't seen any snakes thankfully as he turneed you over, radioing in to the group that you'd been found. Alejandro started talking to you but you could barely hear it, sounding like distant echoes. He tried to ask you questions, and you could only whine out unintelligible responses.

"Mmm... fine...." You groaned, as Alejandro tugged you into his lap, so Rudy could started cleaning and sucking the poison out. You relaxed into Alejandro but nudged Rudy off.

"I know, I know, but the poison needs to come out." Rudy argued, trying to get you to stop fidgeting, even when you were weakly hissing.

"M'fine..." you moaned.

"Do you know what snake bit you?" Rudy asked, trying to keep you awake. You couldn't answer him, losing consciousness. Rudy cursed, while Alejandro tried to keep you awake. They had to move quickly, calling for assistance from a proper medic.

One benefit of being a badger hybrid is your resistance to snake venom. Can it still kill you? In theory, yes. If you didn't take care of yourself properly you could have succumbed to the symptoms, but thankfully Rodolfo and Alejandro had found you just in time. After some rest, a proper diet, and a bit of medicine you would be good as new. A human would have been far less fortunate.

Rudy and Alejandro waited outside your room for the doctor to come out. When the doctor emerged, they were both at attention to hear the details of your condition. You would recover but being sent to a program was discouraged for the time being. The two men were allowed in, finding you asleep in your bed.

"You're right. She needs to go to a program, where it's safe, and she can be sent to a proper home." Alejandro said, sitting in a chair, with his tail flicking behind him. Rudy found himself wanting to argue that it might be better if you stayed. You ran away from the base, what were the odds you'd run away from the program or even a foster home. What if you ended up with the wrong people because you ran away? Cartels could pick you up easily. Before Rudy was concerned about every worst-case scenario if you stayed, now he was listing every horrible outcome if you left. The second list was longer.

"Would she call it a proper home?" Rudy asked. Alejandro was pleased to hear Rudy changing his mind, but now he was less sure of his own statement. "It's safer on base."

"She got poisoned." Alejandro said.

"Because she ran away." Rudy said.

"You think she ran away just because?"

"I don't know why she ran away Ale-"

"And neither do you." You cut them off groaning. They'd woken you up. You were going to end the discussion once and for all. "I ran because I wanted to choose for myself. Everyone kept mentioning programs and sending me to a "better place" but no one was letting me decide."

The two men were quiet. They hadn't asked you at all. Legally, there were few options for what would happen to you. You would be sent to a program, where your fate wasn't just out of the hands of Los Vacqueros, but your own more than likely. They hadn't asked if you wanted to stay with them or stay on base. If you ran, you could have control over your life again. Would there be many options from there, no. But it would be your choice. Alejandro spoke up first.

"What do you want to do, mija?" He asked. He looked into your eyes directly. You weren't scared, they weren't meant to intimidate you either. Right now, if you told Alejandro you wanted to live in space, he was willing to help.

"I want to stay." You said in a small voice. Alejandro grinned, pleased. Meanwhile Rudy knew this was not going to be an easy change. There was going to be a battle with a program, but he figured because of your age and knowledge of your hybrid features, the program would be lenient with letting you stay on base.

"You'll have to pull your weight. Not just helping with exercises, the full nine yards. You'll do training along with the rest of the cadets, and you don't get to complain it's too hard." Alejandro told you. You had a feeling he would say that but you nodded in understanding.

"Sergeant Major, wheels up in 2 hours." You said, after knocking on Rodolfo's door. Rodolfo looked up from his packing and smirked with pride at you. You looked down at your attire looking for something out of place or maybe a stain you missed. Rudy just shook his head. "What is it?"

"Nothing your uniform is fine." Rudy said, putting a neatly folded stack of clothes in the bag before coming over to you. He opened his arms slightly offering a hug. You gladly took it, giving him an extra squeeze. They were going away for a while. You'd gotten used to them being absent for a few days, keeping up contact when there were opportunities. They were usually before lights out, since you were often busy with work on base.

"You better come back safe." You said.

"Tell that to my man." He muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You snickered, knowing exactly what he meant. You let go of him.

"You have everything?" You asked, while Rudy let you into his room and you sat on his bed. Rudy was the one who asked you that more than once.

"Yes Y/N." He said.

"Ale has his extra pair of safety glasses right?" You asked. Rudy nodded. You were mentally running through a packing list as you peeked in his bag. It was a small ritual by now, one the three of you would do whenever you had to leave for a while. Going over packing lists, and spending what time you had together before it was time to leave.

"Rudy have you see- never mind." Alejandro said, coming in and seeing you on the bed.

"You have your extra safety glasses right?" You asked him. Alejandro nodded, and you got up to give him a tight hug. "You finished packing?"

"Who do you think had to remind him to take his extra glasses?" Rudy piped up, as he put more items in his bag. You snickered, and Alejandro took the chance to tickle you for laughing at your superior. You just giggled, as you tried fruitlessly to fight back. Instead, you fled to the bed. Alejandro checked from a distance to make sure you were still playing before joining you on the bed.

"You'll call right?" You asked.

"Of course." Alejandro assured you, ruffling your hair. "We'll call if we need some extra help."

"You better." You told him. You got a tight hug from Alejandro as Rudy finished with his bag.

You followed your guardians out to the tar, going over a checklist for equipment. Before they stepped on to the ramp, you stood tall for them. You'd certainly grown into quite the little soldier. Both of them set down their bags to give you one final hug and a kiss on the head. You were going to miss them.

"Promise to come back safe?" You asked each of them. They both promised, as they always did. "Love you."

"Love you too, pequeña tejón." Rudy said, giving your hair another ruffle.

"Love you mija." Alejandro said.

You stepped away as they headed up the ramp, the engines starting to rev up. You stood tall, and saluted them both as the ramp was raised and shut behind them. You couldn't have asked for better parents.

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