The Ghosts and Ghouls of La Raza

There are a lot of spiritualists and occultists in Mexico.

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On this week’s post for the FALL COLLABORATION, we wanted to share ghost and horror stories with our readers.  We are just days aways from Halloween and it only seems appropriate.

There are a lot of spiritualists and occultists in Mexico.  There are certain parts of the country that are known to host gatherings of witches and wizards.  There are even rumors of drug cartels stealing people and selling them to these occultists for human sacrifice.  Needless to say, there is a whole box full of horror stories and urban legends that run wild in the culture.  I’ll share just a few of them with you.

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La Llorona, or The Weeping Woman, is one of the most popular and memorable of ghosts and ghouls.  It is a legend that is iconic amongst the youth of Latin America.  The story of the Llorona is so famous because parents use it to keep children quiet at night and to keep them from going out late at night.  The story says that a women drowned her children in a river in Mexico as revenge.  Her husband had left her for another women and so in her rage she killed her own children.  After doing so, she came back to her senses and could not live with herself after what she had done.  She decides to drown herself so that she does not have to feel that immense pain of loss that is only found on Earth.  The problem is at heaven’s gate where they tell her that she can not enter until after she finds her missing children.  She is then forced to roam the Earth where she seeks children that resemble her own so that she can enter heaven.  She does so only at night and will prey on those that are alone or in small groups.  Since she feels the pain of loss on Earth, those that have had encounters with her say that she cries and yells, “Mis hijos.  Ay,  mis hijos.”  This translates to, “My children.  Oh, my children.”  If you hear her cry then you are marked for life and she will visit you wanting to take you.  The few that have seen her face are never the same.

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El Chupacabra is a blood-sucking beast that preys on livestock and humans alike.  This monster story was born after many animals in Latin America were attacked and left with bite marks on their necks.  They were also without one ounce of blood in your bodies.  After the initial attacks, farmers started to take up arms and keep watch.  This is when the first sightings happened.  They are described in many different fashions but all accounts give a few agreeable traits.  They have large red eyes, resemble a dog in many ways but that can walk upright, and they have fangs.  Of course, no one has ever caught one but nonetheless the legend prevails and there are still occasional attacks here and there.  It is said that if you live in rural parts of Latin America you could be attacked by one and your blood sucked right out of your body.  This is a big part of why children will not go into a barn alone anymore.  They are afraid they will walk in on El Chupacabra having a meal then become the next one.  How’s that for a monster tale?

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El Cucuy is Latin America’s Boogeyman.  He lives under your bed or in your closet is waiting for the lights to go out and for your parents to go to bed.  Usually he will get you only if you are not well behaved in the night hours but that has long been extended being attacked no matter what!  So watch yo self!  This is another one of the ghost stories that parents tell their kids so that they can get them to go to bed on time.  They have depicted him and called him in different ways across Latin America but in Mexico he is a man that is dressed in black with a monstrous face.  He devours children, and adults, that look at him when he approaches.  All the horror movie scenes where a child pulls up the covers while something breathes on the other side – El Cucuy cabron!!!  Chale, no mames that crap is scary.  If you let the covers down in your curiosity to find out what it is te va de madre.  So beware because he is everywhere.

Make sure to check out my fellow COLLABERS and their ghost stories!!  Thanks for the read and watch out for those that go bump in the night.

 Jacqueliine Joy- Warning! Warning!  She will make you laugh. She joins me in the “Bloggers that have Kiddo’s” group of the COLLAB.  Check her out.  Jacqueliine’s Blog Site

Varsha- originally from Aruba, she delivers great cooking, fine dining, a rich diverse culture, and different accents!  Totally different timezone, Totally awesome blog! Don’t miss it!! Varsha’s Blog Site

Lee- “The Originator” of the FALL COLLABORATION, she puts together great material on Lifestyle, Beauty, and Health with the purpose of helping everyone out – one at a time!!!  Lee’s Blog Site

Jenna- She promotes self-love and respect!  Check out her blog straight from the Lone-Star State!  Absolutely great material!!  Jenna’s Blog Site

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What a good movie can inspire…

I really didn’t expect to begin my blogging “career” with an idea so gloomy and dark.  I figured I might start out by describing a perfect life full of smiles and joy, rainbows and candy!!  But switching through the channels I fall upon a film that I have much admired for some time – “Meet Joe Black”.  This is when my imagination takes off along with the director’s as I watch but most importantly, this is where I begin to think or meditate, ponder, what have you, on death.

  The night is hot and humid and the sky is filled with voluminous thunder clouds that are pouring a much desired rain.  Thunder and lightening were in the background as I watch the movie and this is not my attempt on creating literary suspense or horror.  I mean it – really.  The night is perfect for a film about death and the different manifestations that death may have.  For those that are not familiar with the film, It begins by introducing a very wealthy and respected media company chairman.  He is in his late 60’s and has everything he could dream of having.  One night he is visited by death who has assumed the identity of a man.  Death lets him know that he has come to “take” him but also has become very interested in his lifestyle and character and would like a tour of “Life”.  In return, death will allow his chauffeur more time just so long as he remains interested.  In the coming days, death involves itself deeply in the life of the wealthy man and creates very complicated situations that only watching the actual film can explain.  I highly recommend the movie if you haven’t seen it.

My interest is sparked at the very beginning of the film when death first appears to the wealthy man.  Death presents itself with an English accent – of course – but more intriguingly with a great knowledge of what makes the wealthy man tick.  Death had obviously been watching him for some time now and had come to take him away.  It made me wonder what would it be like to know your time had come?  I’m sure it depends on the individual experiencing the event – some would live out their wildest dreams selfishly and without regard and yet others would stand still so to speak, take deeper breathes and think about their time and what they did with it.  I’m a devout believer in God and Jesus Christ and everything he came to establish and teach so many centuries ago.  If I knew it was my time to go I would belong to the latter group and appreciate the time I had as well as make the remaining time valuable and legitimate.  You could even argue that there is only one group.  In the face of death, just as this wealthy man found himself, could anybody insist on disputing the existence of eternity; heaven and hell, God and justice?  Most media coverage I’ve seen where someone has gone toward the light only to return to this world at the last minute is forever convinced of an afterlife or life after death.  Those that continue towards the light and never come back…well we’ll never really know.

I’m not dressed in black, locked away in my pitch black room with slipknot posters adorning the walls as I writing this.  I don’t believe that setting or lifestyle is necessary in order to wonder about and appreciate the end.  If someone allowed you a Ferrari for one week – great metaphor hu?  Can you tell I’m a guy? – what would you do with it?  Of course maybe you would want to drive it fast and recklessly, show it off to others and enjoy the time you had.  But what about the danger of damaging the car, wrecking the car, destroying the car and killing yourself in the process…?  Say life is that car.  I feel peace in my heart just driving the speed limit and obeying all traffic laws and regulations.  Sure you want to pedal to the metal and all, but the risks are so great and in my personal experience I have witnessed decisions being made that forever alter lives and there is no going back folks!  One shot is all we got and why not make it a respectable and honorable shot.  I occasionally hear someone attempt to encourage youth to take risks and go crazy in life because you only get one life…  I say nay.  That can be interpreted and realized in the wrong way and all it is then is poison.  You don’t have to be up-tight and over-calculated to be safe, and you don’t have to be neglectful and oblivious to consequences in order to be a free spirit.  

I smile and say, “.. That’s enough!”  It’s late and usually I don’t fall asleep thinking about death and the end because there is substance in between now and then that is so meaningful.  We should dedicate our time to thinking about what we can do better day to day instead of fearing the end.  That is what Jesus came to teach us…a better way to live life.  A life in a different direction, with different principles and goals.  To set our mind and thoughts on righteousness, peace, and humbleness.  When was the last time you thought of such things…