Y del sol y del viento, del mar y del fuego

In Atl, in Ehecatl, in Tlalli in Tletl

Were I to see you grow!!!

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Were I to see you grow?

What would I say if I saw you standing strong?

Would I still know you?

Would I cry to see the glory of your humanity?

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No. There is no going back.  There is no growing back.

Fly strong like the kuautli and the condor, like the ome and the teotl.

And Rest…

NeverArrestTheRest…oration.

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Hij@ del zoquete, you shall grow hard like the tekpatl and soft like the xochitl

Chimalli Chimaltzin

Nochtli Nochtzin

…

From your slumber shall you awake?

From your slumber you shall awake.

And there you shall stand HandInHandWithOtherClans As a Natural And Free Hue-Man

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You crawl today and fly tomorrow.

A poem to honor him:

The Consecration Of Coffee

                                to Archbishop Oscar A. Romero

                   One day of god
                  drinking coffee in my patio
                     nothing is normal –
                            not the calla
                           with its penis of gold
                          nor the iris
                            like purple lava
                                a volcano spills.
                       I find in the depths of the cup
                chasubles embroidered
                   with black moths
                        & red stains –
                        the sun fires
                           a scintillation of silver bullets
                               & of candles drowned -
                                  there is blood in its shine.
                    I place the cup on its saucer
                   with a most tender care
                as if it were a chalice
                & say the litany:
                                       Guatemala
                                       Nicaragua
                                       El Salvador
                     & one side of my heart
                  tastes white & sweet
                    like cane sugar
                        & the other,
                                    like coffee,
                                            bitter & black.

                                © Rafael Jesús González 2010

Pundits of monstrous intellect, such as Glenn Beck, have somehow figured out our secret plan to take over the country that they rightfully possess and govern. You know the secret plan? THE PLAN? Come on. No se hagan.

We can finally stop pretending that our ‘buelitas didn’t read us El Plan De San Diego, the plan to create a separate country, every night before we went to sleep. Finally, in front of our white friends and family, we can admit that all of our mothers ended each mealtime prayer with, “In Aztlan We Trust.” All of those learned intellects on the right have figured it out anyway and have published the information in their scholastic journals (like AmericanPatrol.com) for everyone to read.

Even such genteel and warm hosts like CNN’s Lou Dobbs, have figured out the part of the conspiracy in which we infect 7,000 Mexicans with leprosy, and cross them illegally over the completely legitimate border within a three year period period in order to infect real Americans.  He even figured out the part of the plan in which we use our contacts in the US Department of Health and Human Services, 60 minutes, MALDEF and the New York Times to debunk his claim and to pretend that the 7,000 leprosy cases happened over thirty years (not three) and that the government’s report had nothing to do with any connection between the undocumented and leprosy. Whew. Glad we can finally stop pretending that we didn’t create that conspiracy.

Smart businessmen like Larry Whitten of Whitten Inns have correctly deduced that we speak Spanish in order to speak ill of them and their ilk and to go undetected in so doing. His business decision to ban Spanish and to make all employees change their name to an Anglo name has created a national backlash, to which Whitten replied in his impeccable, pure English grammar: “What kind of fool or idiot or poor businessman would I be to orchestrate this whole crazy thing that’s costed me a lot of time, money and aggravation?”

The Fruit of American Exceptionalism like Larry Whitten, have figured out that we have intentionally educated our children in the Spanish language for the one purpose of speaking ill of gringos without them being the wiser! How they finally figured out that it has nothing to do with 500 years of unopposed cultural colonialism, I don’t know. We, Aztlanistas, have always publicly claimed that our use of Spanish is a holdover from the worst Holocaust in world history. Somehow, perhaps by infiltrating the ranks of our conspiracy, Whitten figured out that our entire communication system actually revolves around bad-mouthing the gringo.

They are probably on to the greatest of our achievements: the manufacturing of “High”spanics. It is only a matter of weeks before those on the right divine that we have invented robots to infiltrate the high and influential positions in society so that they can report back to us on the activities of real Americans. A few weeks ago, from our undisclosed location at Aztlan Central Command, we commanded the robot Rick Sanchez of CNN to agree with Larry Whittenso that he may garner more favor with the right. Another case?

During his years as a member of the separatist student group MEChA, current Mayor of LA AntonioVillariagosa died, and our conspiracy turned him into a pro-American cyborg for the same purpose. Our conspiracy also manufactured the supposed ten percent of the Minute Men who are Hispanic.

These Highspanicbots report to us on a weekly basis, and considering all of the intelligence tha the right wing has on us, it is only weeks before they figure out this crown jewel of our plan.

It is refreshing that, as someone who has for years promoted the ideas of Revolutionary Nationalism, I can now reveal breadth of my true power and unmask the thousands of sleeper supporters that we, as a conspiracy, claim.

Blanca Alanis reading Voz De Mi Gente. 8/29/09. Deportation Moratorium Rally. James Driver Park. Houston, TX. Photo By Bryan Parras.

VOZ DE MI GENTE

Por mi gente, si no yo, quien?  Por su honor y su sudor.
Dime, a quien le vale eso.  A quien le valen mi padres
y mis hermanos.

Justicia, tierra y libertad.  Aquí o allá, soy la voz de los
mudos, del espiritu escondido.  Soy la voz de mi gente.
Veo tu esfuerzo y dolor, dime si te puedes defender.

Nací de ahí, nací de México. Me aleje pero solo
pertenezco a un país y a una raza.  A mi raza Mexicana.
Aquí o allá, soy de mi gente.  Valoro nuestros principios
y nuestra cultura.

Respeto!
Respétame a mi que soy humana al igual que tu.
Respeta mi raza que es pura y aun mezclada como la tuya.
No me humilles que no respetare. No me pises que te aplastare.

Mi gente es todo lo que tengo.  Mi orgullo y mi fe es lo que
me mantienen.  De aquí o de allá soy de esta vida, soy de este mundo. 
Pisa mi espacio pero no me quites nada. Somos iguales. Vienes de mi sangre,
pero en piel mas clara.  Tus ojos son color de mi cielo y mis ojos color de tu tierra.

Dime si no somos iguales.  Pero si no crees que lo somos,
yo se de donde vengo.  Vengo de los más profundo…
Vengo dentro de tu corazón.

BAlanis

1/20/05

We dream and teach our original creation

The Creator planted us as indigenous mais

Foreseeing in our future our autonomous pais

We were watered with the oil called sangre

Then man and woman were born

                          and for each other they had hambre

Soon they united the ome and the teotl.

Then a prince was born;

                             then a godly cihateotl

Then Ehecatl carried the maiz for pollination

Then Tlalli hugged them as the mother of the nation

The ground was flooded by the water we call Atl

And Tletl made the parent’s passions truly hot

The whole world felt the caracol and his presencia

With his call our gente birthed our first conciencia,

Throughout the ages becoming masters of ciencia,

Math, geometry, philosophy and art

Then the hue huetl cried, and she birthed our nation’s heart.

This heart protected us throughout esclavitud

and through oppression and even lack of food.

So this is how our ancestors were originally seen

The same ancestors to Tlatohani Cuahtemoctzin

The same ancestors from the constellation called Pleides

The same ancestors of Tupac E Acostzin

Chinampa to chinampa our society was formed

Milpa to Milpa our nation was so born

We organized the arts through a symphony of flutes

And we mastered botany by domesticating fruits

Our own progenitors of writing using knots

We pioneered the medicine field without the need for shots.

The seeds of Anahuac were planted with such care

Our brilliant tonal we were instructed to thus share

We planned with seven generations on our mind

The future harvest for them would be so kind

And so ended the first age of our birth,

The origins of how WE WERE HERE FIRST

Translations/Traducciones:

Ome and the Teotl: 

In Nahuatl, the creator is called OmeTeotl.  Roughly, ome means dual and teotl means spirit.

En Náhuatl, el creador se llama OmeTeotl.  Ome, se aproxima a la palabra dual y teotl se aproxima a la palabra espíritu

Cihuateotl:

The literal translation is female spirit, but it has a greater significance, as it is conceptualized as a female warrior or a woman who dies in childbirth.

El significado literal es espíritu femenil, aun asi tiene un significado más grande, como el concepto espiritual se trata de una guerrillera o una señora que fallece dándo luz.

Ehecatl:

(Manifestation of) wind

(Manifestación de) viento

Tlalli:

Mother Earth

Madre Tierra

Atl:

(Manifestation of) water

(Manifestación de) agua

Tletl:

(Manifestation of) fire

(Manifestación de) fuego

Hue huetl:

Drum

Tambor

Tlatohani Cuahtemoctzin

Respected Speaker Representative Cuahtemoc

Respetado Portavoz Cuahtemoc

Acostzin

Respected Acosta

Respetado Acosta

Chinampa

A rectangle of agriculture planted over water, a technology invented by indigenous peoples

Un rectangulo de agricultura, sembrado sobre agua, una technología inventada por los indígenas

Update: Titled Birth Of Anahuac Part I on 10/23/2009 and submitted for publication

Dear Sam,

When you needed a place to go we let you in our home.  You were down on your luck and needed a place to build from.

You said that you would respect the rules of the home, and that you would learn the customs of the home, but you didn’t.

You kept letting friends in.  We didn’t like that because they didn’t respect the rules either, and you kept getting stronger. 

We couldn’t do much about you and your friends.  You were too unruly and we were too weak from kicking two other strangers out of our house, which you didn’t help us with.

You tried to buy the house from us, but we didn’t want to sell, so you took it anyway, by force.

You said that we could continue our household customs and that you would respect our personal property, but you lied, becuase you beat us when you saw us speaking our language and you took our property sometimes by arms and sometimes by the courts.

At first we stood up to you, but then we just kept asking you to change and to be nice to us.  We kept trying to reform you.  We kept trying to be part of your house, and when you hurt our feelings, we asked you not to.  We wanted to be included in what was now your house.  We carried your coat of arms and wanted to be a part of your family.

Now we just want our own home. 

We’re not asking for something that isn’t ours.  We will build our own home for ourselves.  You keep the house that you’ve corroded.

Sincerely,

Us