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In the fall of 1991... 21 years ago, I drove from Palm Beach, Florida to the rain forests of Chiapas, Mexico around 40 miles from the border of Guatamala along the Usumacinta river to assist a French cinema photographer filming a documentary on the Lacandon Mayan Indians.
They are the last of the Mayan Indians that still practice their ancient rituals and hunt for food.
They were having a big ceremony for the renewel of their gods. They put the old ones to rest and new ones were born. This happens for them every 21 years.
I lived with them for 3 weeks in really low to the ground grass roofed huts and slept in a jungle hammock with rain fly and mosquioto netting tied between two trees at night to stay off the ground and all the fun stuff crawling around at night.. As we waited for them to begin the main ceremony that had no actual time.. it was up to thier King and when he felt the time was right.
It was an experience.
They have long hair and dress in off white tunics... barefoot all the time.
google them if you want to see them
I wasn't too impressed with them in some ways but most of them seemed pretty cool and very intelligent even though I couldnt talk to them.
I don't think there is much connection with them and the old Mayans but spiritually I don't know and for some reason I just felt like writing this...
I don't know.. I hope tomorrow is just another day.
and..
I sure enjoyed driving my 911 turbo today.
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