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La Hispaniola, 1536 :
sentenced to death by the Conquistadores, beset by native cannibals and wild black rebels, a caretaker of horses reached the Ticino and an African slave girl saved from the fire to the last great shaman Taino. Initiated into its secrets, develop a ritual to establish peace on the island.
Haiti near future :
In a devastated country where hope remains, the discovery of an archaeological site invaluable Taino , causes a conflict between a corrupt mayor and thousands of peasant followers of voodoo. Involved, also a geologist, who will have to fight in body and soul to understand hidden doors and deep forces that govern Haiti. "After five centuries of neglect, the Taino shaman's ritual may be fulfilled at last?
Jean-Marc Pasquet
2004 Editions JC Lattes
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A despite his talents as a therapist, did not know Guanacaco protect the Taino, not even his family. And if not for the death of many members of the tribe and the death of the chief, would undoubtedly have been condemned for their incompetence. After most of his relatives, had seen his wife, daughters and his beloved son drown in their toces and secretions. Before the magnitude of contagion, powerless to heal, had done everything possible for him too sick, breathing the nasal mucus of their children, inhaling the foul air exhaled by his wife, and even putting your thumb on the wounds of her to lick his blood. Nothing had worked. The disease did not like him and all were dead.
Deeply shocked, retired in the mountains, determined to live as a hermit. Turned back into the magical consciousness cohoba, tireless resumed their rituals, to understand where I went wrong and find a way to reconcile with the gods offended. But naborias interrupts his reflection, begging for his help for their wounded and sick, and his intercession before the Zemies to insure their crops against damage from the war. Sharing their misery, he realized that the comfort of your behique position of the chiefs, had departed from reality.
While fasting by choice, they fasted of necessity, while revered names of the gods and their symbolic representations, they were respected for their essential essence, rain, wind, fire, earth, war and the oceans, love, plants, death or the sun. While looking for divine signs in the limbo of the cohoba, they perceived their applications directly powers. Thanks to them, resize Guanacaco knew their beliefs, and for a long time, proposed his talents to the most humble.
Quisqueya was fire and blood, most of the able-bodied men who had gone to war, were killed or were reduced to forced labor, hunger and disease were spreading inexorably. The animals imported by the Whites, sheep, cows, pigs, goats and horses, laid waste the few crops and forest. The Taïnos could no longer bring their offerings to the zemis, or seduced by the beauty of their actions. The desiquilibrio came to its breaking point. The chiefs survivors, bringing with them their people to the mountains, they were unable to anticipate events. Rebuilt the same facilities for the society, the same villages gathered around batey places where the surviving warriors left their last energies in ball games (ball game), before dying of exhaustion under the burdens of the English, because such was the name that gave the Whites.
Guanacaco had intervened ahead of the latest social and religious authorities to convey their thoughts and the need for change. Had been very badly received. Twice, he miraculously escaped behiques other poisons. And finally, a chief who claimed to be his friend, had betrayed him and handed over to the English.
"-Quemedme, zemis, eat my flesh and my heart" - was repeated in his suffering, can never hurt me much as I felt. He Guanacaco the behique, had been sold to their enemies. Who had absolutely nothing divine. He had long worked in a gold mine, with siblings who died hungry and desperate to show a gesture of relief, and black men in Africa, treated like beasts, which the English brought each time, in greater numbers Quisqueya. Long time, had dug underground tunnels in the bowels of the earth and each time he wanted to apologize, the whips of the overseers fell on his back. His exceptional strength and respect for naborias toward him, drew attention at the end of a captain who took him to a White House called Bartolome de las Casas. White was the only one who had anything but exchanged blows and insults were.
For more than three months, Las Casas, fascinated by its status as behique, questioned him, assisted by an interpreter. For more than three months, Guanacaco had not said anything interesting. Las Casas was not fooled, they showed an intelligence and an infinite patience and felt a sincere adminiración the Taino culture. He wanted to know the detail of some rites, some zemis qualities to enter them in his great books. He had done everything possible to earn your trust, showing a real sorrow for the fate of his people and his desire to save. His behavior was amazed Guanacaco. Want to love and understand the Taïnos now, it was like trying to swear friendship to a wounded bird, aiming at approaching death. Could not be more than memories afflicted. They had some passionate exchanges.
In his love for Taïnos, Las Casas preferred to be the defender of human trafficking Africans, who judged it better suited the Indians to the hard work of the Conquest. To save a people and their culture, condemning others, under the pretext that their societies were more primitive. I had never wanted to listen to Guanacaco when he spoke of Tellems.
Nearly five centuries before his time as White, seventeen long canoes had arrived at Quisqueya, loaded with men and black women, tall, with crisp hair, totally exhausted. Tainos and care they had received. Tellems were called, came from a huge country located in the east, beyond the seas. Had shown with great civility and as thanks for your hospitality, I had sent dazzling skills in reading the sky, and left giant shells and animal horns unknown, and various fetishes of an inconceivable beauty. They had marched to the speaker, but their children with women of the tribe had given birth to this lineage of Taïnos high, with dark skin, which formerly inhabited the mountains.
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Las Casas refused to listen. For once telling the truth Guanacaco not want to hear anything. The idea that five centuries ago, some Africans might have to leave their country from the seas in a spirit of conquest and reach Quisqueya clashed too deeply with his beliefs. In the end, tired of his lack of cooperation, Las Casas had sent him to a young monk, botanist, responsible for gathering the medicinal plants of the Tainos.
Guanacaco was dressed in a suit of cloth, a straw hat and a pair of boots *. The monk, tireless talker, destroyed their language and was intended to save time knowledge of the Tainos and convert them to their gods of wood, whose effigies so poorly decorated the walls of your home. Under his supervision, Guanacaco had left the palace of the Whites, who grew up eating whatever was around, and what had been the jungle the livelihoods of Taïnos ..
Leaning over the first floor which had shown him, a common herb that even the interest of the agouti **, the monk took a while to find out who spoke only their boots.
Guanacaco had left his clothes. Walking in silence through the jungle, was naked and had his body painted with the colors of the earth, was crushed Jagua fruit to dye his hair red, and his face with ashes, had traced the signs of war ... Invisible was introduced between the guards, walking days and nights in the same breath, he had escaped to the mountains. There uploaded the most important, and a cliff to reach the summit and there in the tall grass battered by the wind, under the family constellation, had unleashed the cries of anger . Had named each of their gods, they had urged that they stood or fulminate him there. He had begged, provoked, threatened, insulted, cursed and no one had said. So the behique Guanacaco, standing on top of the land he loved so much, had left her tears spilled as a source of bitter to the valley.
Later Guarocuya reached, which the English called Henriot, and he kept this nickname as the name of war. Man of experience, high intelligence, Enriquillo especially appreciated the story of his stay in the field of White. Maniocanex chief's son, had been killing their relatives when the slaughter of Xaragua, and himself, imprisoned, had been saved by Bartolome de Las Casas and sent into the convent of Santo Domingo to receive the education of whites. Named according to their religion, speak their language and could read and write signs. For years he had been regarded as a prince, and the English hoped would be the first to receive the Taino chief noble title by the Court of Spain. He had taken his clothes, learned good use and handling of weapons, and had his own horses. And even several white women, eager to satisfy his curiosity, had sought his favor. Each time, he refused, he had humilliado, making them mad with love.
Then, during an altercation with young aristocrats, had threatened to leave if they did not respect their status. The English mocked him, saying he could never lose their privilege to return to live like a savage. Some words had been enough to lift Enriquillo Taïnos prisonieros all of the city. Surprising the English, had gone, taking with him his people. Refugees in the high mountains of the ancient kingdom of his father, organizing his troops in mobile camps and unattainable, since leading a guerrilla of the most deadly. Beside him, Guanacaco had the pleasure of returning to meet his old friend Xinaguey, the buihitui. At a glance, he understood his spiritual despair. They had long talks together and Guanacaco, amazed, I had heard pronounce even more radical positions than theirs.
No, the gods were dead, she had as a little faded. Indeed, one could almost regard them as creations of men. More men managed to create harmony and beauty as the nature within which they lived, the more the gods took shape. In the horror of the devastation that the English imposed in Quisqueya, beauty and had no place, in fact the only one that could be performed as acts of courage, and the only gods are actually present, that honor enough, were those of war.
not detract from the importance of the other rites and traditions, marking the respect of the Tainos to the land and life, they had to perpetuate. Xinaguey, older than him, he proposed resuming its inception, to the extent possible, to become a Buihitiu, in order to transmit the last secrets of the ancestors. Guanacaco accepted. -----
Notes:
* boots. Footwear that reached above the ankle, open front and which fit through c Orrea or cords. **
Agutí - Animal native to the Antilles, extinct
Las Casas refused to listen. For once telling the truth Guanacaco not want to hear anything. The idea that five centuries ago, some Africans might have to leave their country from the seas in a spirit of conquest and reach Quisqueya clashed too deeply with his beliefs. In the end, tired of his lack of cooperation, Las Casas had sent him to a young monk, botanist, responsible for gathering the medicinal plants of the Tainos.
Guanacaco was dressed in a suit of cloth, a straw hat and a pair of boots *. The monk, tireless talker, destroyed their language and was intended to save time knowledge of the Tainos and convert them to their gods of wood, whose effigies so poorly decorated the walls of your home. Under his supervision, Guanacaco had left the palace of the Whites, who grew up eating whatever was around, and what had been the jungle the livelihoods of Taïnos ..
Leaning over the first floor which had shown him, a common herb that even the interest of the agouti **, the monk took a while to find out who spoke only their boots.
Guanacaco had left his clothes. Walking in silence through the jungle, was naked and had his body painted with the colors of the earth, was crushed Jagua fruit to dye his hair red, and his face with ashes, had traced the signs of war ... Invisible was introduced between the guards, walking days and nights in the same breath, he had escaped to the mountains. There uploaded the most important, and a cliff to reach the summit and there in the tall grass battered by the wind, under the family constellation, had unleashed the cries of anger . Had named each of their gods, they had urged that they stood or fulminate him there. He had begged, provoked, threatened, insulted, cursed and no one had said. So the behique Guanacaco, standing on top of the land he loved so much, had left her tears spilled as a source of bitter to the valley.
Later Guarocuya reached, which the English called Henriot, and he kept this nickname as the name of war. Man of experience, high intelligence, Enriquillo especially appreciated the story of his stay in the field of White. Maniocanex chief's son, had been killing their relatives when the slaughter of Xaragua, and himself, imprisoned, had been saved by Bartolome de Las Casas and sent into the convent of Santo Domingo to receive the education of whites. Named according to their religion, speak their language and could read and write signs. For years he had been regarded as a prince, and the English hoped would be the first to receive the Taino chief noble title by the Court of Spain. He had taken his clothes, learned good use and handling of weapons, and had his own horses. And even several white women, eager to satisfy his curiosity, had sought his favor. Each time, he refused, he had humilliado, making them mad with love.
Then, during an altercation with young aristocrats, had threatened to leave if they did not respect their status. The English mocked him, saying he could never lose their privilege to return to live like a savage. Some words had been enough to lift Enriquillo Taïnos prisonieros all of the city. Surprising the English, had gone, taking with him his people. Refugees in the high mountains of the ancient kingdom of his father, organizing his troops in mobile camps and unattainable, since leading a guerrilla of the most deadly. Beside him, Guanacaco had the pleasure of returning to meet his old friend Xinaguey, the buihitui. At a glance, he understood his spiritual despair. They had long talks together and Guanacaco, amazed, I had heard pronounce even more radical positions than theirs.
No, the gods were dead, she had as a little faded. Indeed, one could almost regard them as creations of men. More men managed to create harmony and beauty as the nature within which they lived, the more the gods took shape. In the horror of the devastation that the English imposed in Quisqueya, beauty and had no place, in fact the only one that could be performed as acts of courage, and the only gods are actually present, that honor enough, were those of war.
not detract from the importance of the other rites and traditions, marking the respect of the Tainos to the land and life, they had to perpetuate. Xinaguey, older than him, he proposed resuming its inception, to the extent possible, to become a Buihitiu, in order to transmit the last secrets of the ancestors. Guanacaco accepted. -----
Notes:
* boots. Footwear that reached above the ankle, open front and which fit through c Orrea or cords. **
Agutí - Animal native to the Antilles, extinct
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