Wednesday, April 25, 2012

"Then slowly my Mexika (me-shee-ka) spirituality took hold of itself, raising itself out of that pain, misery, hunger, and humiliation. A tiny fire, a speck in the beginning was born in the center of my heart, thus drawing life, growing until it became a powerful flame that carried my Mexika spirituality up and out of my torment. I was alive and never again would this happen to me. When I opened my eyes, I realized I would be free within my soul because pain, suffering, agony, and the shackles on my naked body had liberated me forever."


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