 Greetings Every One! The work we are doing could not continue without you. We are very grateful for your support and help. Every single prayer and donation is appreciated more than you can know. Thank you so very much for your support. A note from Rutury Que Tuma Aku. Greetings Dear Friends! Tatewari, Grandfather Spirit. We open our hearts to your healing which brings us wisdom and knowledge from all corners of the Universe. I was born in my Wixarika village in the Sierra Madre Mountains of Mexico and lived there until my early teens. I have shared with you some of my experiences with my family and the way of life with my Wixarika Huichol tribe. Here is another thing that happened in my childhood. I was fortunate to accompany my father in various ceremonial commitments he had in our community. One particular responsibility my father had was to oversee and do the blessings for the yearly change of Messengers. We call them Staff Messengers and they are young men who carry staffs decorated with ribbons that are certain colors depending on the village where they come from. They are the ones who carry communications and news between places or are caretakers of certain areas. When we see them with their staffs we respect and support them and their commitment. They move through the communities and keep them linked and it is an honor to hold this position for a year. After the blessings my father and I were supposed to return home but as it turned out his services were needed for a longer time. Since it was getting late he sent me home on my own as I needed to attend school the following morning. As a family we had traveled this trail many times so I knew it very well, plus it was only a few hours of walking. About half way home I heard a yelp and a cry and since it was at night the sound really scared me. I started to walk fast making sure to stay vigilant to what was around me. There was a half moon and in the moonlight I could see the shadows of the trees, clouds, and the mountains. When I heard the sound again I was about to run but it was like a baby crying and then I sensed it was some kind of baby animal. I stopped and walked slowly towards a ditch where the crying was coming from. To my left there was large rock twice my size and beneath it was like a nest with rugged edges about 2 feet deep and wide. Inside of it was a baby puppy trying to get out and it could not manage to climb out on its own. From what I could see it was born there and it looked like either all the other puppies got out or someone took them and forgot one as it was obviously left behind. The mom was nowhere around so I lifted the puppy and it seemed to calm both of us. It was gorgeous shiny black with a white mark on its left paw. The aroma of baby puppy was incredible and all the way home it kept sucking my thumb. As soon as I arrived home I showed it to my mother and she said oh! Look at her shiny eyes feed her she is hungry! I told her I did not know how to feed her and she proceeded to show me by combining her saliva and some kind of herb tea and she gently put the liquid in small amounts in the puppy’s mouth. She said to do this for about a week and after that I should chew my food and give it to the puppy in small amounts until she was able to eat on her own. Then my mother asked me if I knew the gender. I said no and she told me it was a female and it was my dog forever since I found it, and to try not to wait too long to name her. I told my mother I would think about what to name her. That night was incredible and my dog and I slept together feeling like we had found each other and nothing was going to separate us. I was totally in love with that baby puppy. When I woke up I went to my mother and told her I had a dream about Kalutza. This means something like a spark in the blackness, in the deepest dark. That is what I named my puppy. She was Kalutza. Years went by fast and both of us grew up together. My parents always encouraged me not only to learn to communicate with words but also to embrace the other unspoken language between myself and my dog. My mother took the time to teach me as she explained this to me. “Giving and receiving unconditional love is a beautiful sensation. You feel like no matter where you walk you are walking on clouds and above all love is in everything and everywhere. It appears at different times in our life, sometimes we feel it before it comes to us and other times we stumble into it when we least expect it. For instance when you found your new puppy it awakened new feelings elevating you into a totally new dimension of emotions. Treasure those feelings and treasure your puppy no matter what obstacles may be there in your way”. My puppy became my best companion and we were inseparable for many years. In my long travels she always went ahead of me to protect the trail and alert me if anyone was coming towards us. She was a truly devoted dog. I’m sad to say that in February of 1976 my dog was killed in a brutal way by somebody who was a cruel bully and wanted to hurt me because I finally stood up to him. Since that time and every year I honor my dog for teaching me who she was and coming into my life when she did unexpectedly. I am also grateful for my sweet mother for teaching me about who she was. Her simple and profound way of loving taught me volumes of life lessons that I am still learning about today. My heart weeps every time I relive the moment of her last words whispered into my ears. Her ceremony and blessings are in the roots of who I am and even though she made a peaceful transition in February 1987 sometimes it feels to me like it just happened a few days ago. Thank you for the memories and teachings. Happy Valentines Everyone PamPaDios Looking forward to our next ceremony Love and Blessings Rutury  Thank you to the November workshop participants! The bulbs you planted are emerging and blooming. A note from Nahwi I Don’t Want To! Avoidance, boy am I good at it! I have been meditating on my very large “box” of excuses, and truths to my not doing things that need to be taken care of. The beauty of meditation is that we don’t focus on what runs though our head…we acknowledge it and let it go (OK some things are harder to let pass I do acknowledge that). I find it a bit confusing that I will take care of the bills, not fond of it but want it completed. I can work on the tax info for Indios Huichol and Fiberholics…not fun but not hard. But when it comes to personal taxes, dusting, and cleaning widows…I can find every excuse in the book and make up more if needed. When all this passed in my meditation I found some things actually scare me (tall windows and a large step ladder…bouts of vertigo and thinning bones…OK that is a justified concern…I will ask for help. Dusting…hate it…I had no idea the desert was so dusty! I know it sounds stupid, but I am still surprised after 20 years here how everything including our cats and dogs are dusty! My house is filled with bookshelves, and knick knacks and love rocks (husband brings back a love rock for me every few days from his walks.) I could spend my whole life dusting and then start right over again. So in my mediation I saw I need to actually do a lot of letting go of things (physical and preconceived “truths”) so that I can live a balanced life. I need to go though things and decide if I want them in my life or need them in my life. If I am unsure…I need to find another home for them. Taxes…not fun…have to do…I do it for two other organizations and have never had this resentment or frustration …I know our personal finances inside and out…I know how to do it and it is not hard…it just takes up a lot of time and energy and takes over the dining room table. What is the problem here? Every single time I finish it and get it to the Accountant, I feel like I won a race…so why the stalling? Why the lousy mood? It does not scare me; I do not feel stupid or lost. When mediating about it I may have found at least a glimmer…it is boring…as simple as that…I would rather be doing anything else…it is like sitting in a tire place waiting for your car to go up on the jack and have new tires put on and balanced. Maybe like the tires I just have to ride it out and surrender to allowing myself to be bored for a few hours. I may not have an answer to “fixing” this one, but I have identified why I avoid it…does not sound like much but it is actually huge. Now would anyone like to come over and dust? Miscellaneous Notes Any communications from Indios Huichol will be from Rutury, Anaya or Nahwi. If you receive communications from someone else claiming to be Indios Huichol or assisting Indios Huichol please contact us as soon as possible. Please be aware Indios Huichol Inc. considers your e-mail addresses to be private. Please be assured that we will not sell or share your information. We also want you to understand that all personal emails to Rutury are forwarded to him. Notice Regarding E-mail Addresses: Please be aware Indios Huichol Inc. considers your e-mail addresses to be private. Please be assured that we will not sell or share your information. We also want you to understand that all personal emails to Rutury are forwarded to him. Indios Huichol Inc. Facebook Our Facebook page is up and running! Please take a look and let us know if you have any suggestions. Website Please check it out at: http://www.indioshuichol.org/ The store is open for business as well. Please be aware items are shipped to one address and they are going USPS. We’re not charging for shipping at this time. All profits go to support the Wixarika (Huichol) people.
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