The earth is full of the ancient’s stories of peoples and memories of historical events. Listen carefully between the silence as you stand upon the earth anywhere in the world and you may be gifted with a story of that place. It is real and the ancients and the land do talk to us, if we are willing to be still and open to their voices.
As I stood on a hill overlooking the valley below filled with houses and desert I was gifted with the vision and story of the destruction of an entire community located right where I stood some 3000 years ago. I heard a voice inside my head and as I turned to view the hills around me I found my vision transported through space & time to see pieces of the scenes that were being described to me. The voice belonged to an elderly Indigenous leader of the community I was being shown.
I offer you this story from this Ancient man. This destruction took place here in Southern New Mexico about 3,000 years ago. Take it as fantasy or history. You will know what is right for you.
Fall of Tenochtitlan, Mexico and the migration of some Aztecs North
Place: Las Cruces, NM, location of New Village,
established thousands of years before this story took place
The sky turned red that day over their heads. The enemy came tripping in silently at night over the mountain sky from the north, south, east and west. They chirped and sang as they chanted their way into our villages; in the North end of the ridge by Smoke Face, in the East side of the Curved Mountains, in the South on both the Temple side and New Village side of the valley, and in the West where the river turned North by the long ridges.
They blew smoke in our faces for kindness they said as they buried their dead in our lives. They said they were Toltec and their clan was Tenochtitlan. We later learned that the main of them were Aztec from Tenochtitlan. They stayed three days in lies before accepting us as friends.
Our brothers from the North village of Chacocan (Chaco Canyon) came then to inform us of a great ceremony coming to New Village and to expect their people in two moons. They were bringing presents for the counsel and brides for the two braves as spoken last Spring. It was to be a joyous occasion.
We were all glad to see them and began assigning those necessary to begin the preparations. It was a great uplifting to our people to know this honor was coming to our village. The strangers observed all of our daily activities and sent many warriors with us as we journeyed to hunt, fish and farm. There were about 1,300 of them at that time in all of our villages.
They asked of our history and other tribes we knew. We spoke of things sparingly, but many of their warriors sweet talked our women and gave sweet sticks to our children freeing their tongues into telling too much. We found this out too late and regret not having warned the people earlier to keep still and silent with these strangers. They were a great danger in the end.
The longer they stayed with us the more of their clan showed up till their numbers were far greater than all our villages. Along with them came all their families and tradesmen and more warriors. They began to be more dominating to our children and our women. Their warriors tried to train our young men in dishonorable killing ways. They did not honor the animals lives as we did. They cut them down with no words or prayers of thanks.
Our counsel men and women had to speak firmly with their chiefs and leaders to make them stop. But by the time our brothers from the North came with their people these Aztecs were making demands on our people for allegiance and conspiracy to take over all villages.
Chacowa was the leader of our brothers from the North village of Chacocan and he was most displeased with them. He stood with our counsel and told them to go and never come back. He added that they would never be allowed into Chacocan as long as he was their leader. To our amazement Charupe, the Aztec’s warrior leader, took all of his people and left moving in the direction of the West. It was a huge procession of some 100,000 people moving like ants across the desert towards the great river.
Those whose minds had begun to turn towards the harsh and dangerous ways of the Aztec sulked and spoke harshly among themselves and the people. The majority of us had much more to celebrate on top of the weddings and celebrations to come. But the mood had changed in our village forever and would never regain it’s natural balance and order.
The weddings, celebrations and counsel meetings took nearly a month with so much to be discussed and issues to be settled on. By that time the skies were clouding for the journey to the North for our Brothers and it was time for them to go. Loaded with our gifts and wares for them and their people they began their way home to the North in peace. Six days later we learned of their death on the third day of their journey. They were attacked by the Aztec warriors led by Charupe who took his revenge on Chacowa and his group.
Fear struck our hearts as we had not known such violence in 30 years since the old wars had ended with the Mexican tribes to the South. The courier from West village told us that the Aztecs had beheaded Chacowa and cut his heart out to eat it. The rest of our Brothers had been cut down in bloody violence and their hearts too cut out and fed to Charupe’s warriors. We had only heard rumors of such things and now our Brothers had died by it.
We had no time to grieve though as the next morning the signal fires were seen from the mountains by West Village. As we prepared a courier to go to West Village the signal fires from the North by Smoke Face and East on the other side of Curved Mountains rose in pure black smoke. A warning sign for sure.
We had barely begun a runner to the Temple side of the valley and to the rest of New Village to prepare for attack and get the women and children into safety when the cries came from East and West of us to arise to such a piercing tone as to be deafening. We watched across the valley as they swept down the mountain slopes in unknown numbers and piercing screams of terror came across to us through the air.
We ran to do what needed to be done not knowing how long we had. It was not long enough and there was no safety for man, woman or child. They swept like plague upon the land with weapons swinging and those piercing screams in our ears. Slamming and banging our people as if they were mere melons being cut open. Blood coated bodies within minutes and our eyes died in terror and fear. The worst thing through all was the piercing scream of the enemy. It hurt the ears, the body, the mind and the distraction took it’s place in the confusion. I found a mundane thought leave me as my wounds prevented moving away from the ax/blade above me. “How did they breath, fight and make those terrible noises all at the same time?” I had no time in the world to figure it out.
All of my people were wiped out in New Village and Temple side, as well as all the other villages. Those precious few who had managed to hide in time in West and North Villages were found and taken captive. Viewing the carnage after death I saw the earth was red and all living things had fled the area. Decapitated heads and dismembered limbs were everywhere. The cutting out of hearts had started beginning with our counsel members and processing all the way down to the smallest child.
A heartless brutal force of man are Aztecs and Toltecs. They staged their clans there in our villages thereafter thus surprising any of our Brothers who had not heard of our extinction. They crossed our nation of Brothers along the Circle of the Sun killing and establishing themselves wherever they went. They got all 13 tribes in one way or another over time. You’re history is so forgotten and covered up, misunderstood.
They went on to Chacocan and brought all their ways there dominating the people of the place to kill each other and be killed by Aztecs. The forgotten scars still seal the land in fear and blood of revenge. Too much happening to be forgotten and must be forgiven to let go of and never happen again.
But it is happening again in the fountains of time in other ways through the fences that come together in evil ways. They bring blood and terror again to this land through ancient traditions and methods of killing and ritual sacrifice. They must be stopped.
