Chuy de Cabra The Journey Home • El Chupacabra

By Max Uballez and Alexander Uballez

Fiction - Visionary – Metaphysical
This work of fiction takes you on a trip to other worlds and realities and the City of Angels while sharing bits of social commentary. Chuy de Cabra’s personal quest for identity entangles him in a clash with the supernatural demons of his ancestors and the everyday demons on the streets of East Los Angeles. Is he an alien? Is he a monster? Will his search for identity save him from his nightmares or will it destroy his future?

“Number one morning DJ Chuy de Cabra commands the Los Angeles morning airwaves and clashes with supernatural demons of the night on the streets of Los Angeles.”

“Demons, Ancient Aliens, Portals, Teotihuacan, Shape Shifting, Buddhism, Racial Profiling, Chicano, Aztecs, and Immigration, collide in this supernatural tale of modern fiction.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9780990930815

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the journey home

Dear Che,

After struggling for months with travel agents to find the town of Cabra, I decided to just head south to Central Mexico. Everywhere I went, no one had ever heard of a town called Goat. I was lost and had come to a dead end. Totally discouraged, I decided to visit Cholula and check out some pyramids. So, I was lying on the steps of the great pyramid watching the sun through the thin pink of my eyelids and I was thinking how amazing it is that this thin membrane contains all that we are and protects us.

Sun-gazer, Cholula is the holy place of the three cities of Teotihuacan. Welcome home, Toltec Child of the Sun.

The voice seemed to come from inside of me. I opened my eyes.

Cholula is the holy place of the three cities of Teotihuacan. Welcome home, Toltec Child of the Sun.

The voice came from an old man who appeared on the steps sitting at my side. I had difficulty focusing on him, he glimmered, fading in and out. His eyes held me for a moment, then he looked away and I was free. He was dressed in cotton, straw-hat and huaraches…he fit the landscape.

Toltec Child of the Sun sounds cool. I wish that were true. I am just a lost fool groping in the darkness.

Knowing that we are lost is a good sign. I have been lost and found, known and unknown. I have touched eternity and still I am searching. Hilos místicos, the unknowable, eternity…it is all out there – his arms swept the horizon, then his hand was on my chest – and in here, waiting to be found. His touch was familiar and electric.

We each have our own affinity with worlds. Some of us are deluded in convenient truths and comfortable perceptions, my little Toltec. Exhaling, he gazed at the horizon with a look of wonder.

Well, it sounds like we are both lost then.

I am not lost, my little Toltec, I just cannot be found.

What? Okay, you are just like my home town of Cabra, it just cannot be found.

Now, it is true that Cabra cannot be found, but we can go there.

You can take me to Cabra?

We can take each other there.

I don’t know where Cabra is, how can I take you there?

By joining forces and deciding to go there.

Chuy decided to humor the old man. Okay, let’s join forces and go there then.

The old man stood up and began to walk west towards the sun, following a path at the foot of the pyramid. There was something about him that Chuy trusted.

Why are you following me?

I am following you to Cabra.

I will not lead you there, I will accompany you there. Walk with me at my side, we will learn our way there together. What do they call you, my little Toltec?

My name is Chuy de Cabra.

Ah, very impressive name. A Cabra looking for Cabra. So, you are in search of yourself?

Who are you?

Who am I? That is a difficult question to answer, he said with a laugh. Then he turned and began to walk again.

Not as simple as you. We know you are Cabra looking for Cabra. I am still searching for myself, so who I am is difficult to answer. Maybe you can help me find myself. Finding you today was encouraging. I have been wandering for some time now, it’s good to have a destination.

Stop, now, wait a minute. I am walking into this jungle with you and I don’t know why.

We are going to find Cabra.

I know, but I don’t know why I would do this with someone I just met and I don’t even know who you are. We paused again on the path. What is your name? What are you called?

Oh, you want a name. Names? I have many, Viejito, Maestro, Cisco, Portero, Esé – pick one you are comfortable with.

Maestro, are you El Maestro from my dreams? We were standing among the dense foliage of the tropical forest. Leaves whispered overhead and unseen creatures grumbled through the underbrush.

How is that possible?

Was that you in my dreams?

Today, I am Maestro in search of who I am. I must say no, it was not I in your dreams. It was not who I am as I am in a state of becoming what I am to be. I have a knowing of you, but I cannot define it as simply as you can. I am here for you, at your service…you called and I am here.

I am no longer who I was in dreams, or who I was yesterday. Today, you can call me Maestro and I will call you Cabra. Now that we have been properly introduced, we should continue on our journey to find you, Cabra.

I paused, trying to make sense of what was just said. Maestro just chuckled and turned to walk again. We followed the jungle path in silence. Maestro suddenly stopped and directed me with his hands to listen. I couldn’t hear a thing, the hum of jungle life had gone still. Maestro moved his head affirming my thoughts.

Absorb this awareness.

Before I could ask what he meant, he signaled me to follow. We continued and the pressure to focus was immense. Time stopped. I felt I was about to black out and fall off the earth. I looked desperately to Maestro and he gently nodded. His acknowledgement scared the hell out of me and I froze. He stared into my eyes and scanned my body up and down.

Okay, so you are tired, my little Cabra. Let’s rest. This is a good spot to rest. We have been accepted for now.

He sat down but I was still frozen, unable to move. Then, the quiet was gone and the sounds of the living jungle flooded back and I collapsed on the spot.

Accepted? What do mean accepted?

We must respect the neighborhood, we are just visitors. This place is alive, it is a home to many beings. You can’t just expect to barge in here and make yourself at home, you must enter with respect.

Just how did we enter with respect?

Aligned awareness.

Aligned awareness? What are you talking about? I felt anger growing inside of me.

If you let that anger prevail, we may be destroyed here.

I felt a rumble as if the earth beneath us was confirming his statement.

There it is, your final warning. Calm down, think of food or something. You must be respectful here, or die.

A chill ran up my spine. I felt an immense pressure pushing in on me from all sides. I couldn’t move or speak. My ears began to buzz. A cold sweat broke down my back. I shook uncontrollably, blood rushed to my muscles. The buzz in my ears became unbearable. I panicked. I ran blindly, fleeing my impending death. I felt a sudden pain radiating from the center of my back. I blacked out.

•

I was pure awareness. I sensed I was being absorbed. I was a speck of dirt floating in a giant pool. I felt my skin peeling away and a million tiny straws sucking the life out of me. I was splashing against the walls of a huge cavern. I was liquid, a condiment in a primordial stew and, for the first time in my life, everything made sense. This was the end and that was okay. I succumbed to the silence.

Suddenly, everything exploded. I flew like lava from a volcano and splattered into a puddle on the ground. I felt myself solidifying. The pink light of the sun glowed through my eyelids. I pushed off, jumping away from the earth and onto my feet.

What happened? Where are we?

You threw your life away in there, that’s what happened.

We were no longer in the jungle but in a canyon with walls that looked like red clay.

How did we get here?

That thing drained the life out of you, then it spit you out… mal sabor, indigesto. You landed here.

I collapsed again. I was lying on my side, my cheek touching the ground, and my eyes met Maestro’s.

Don’t move.

He was lying on the ground facing me, silently mouthing the words, don’t move.

I could feel it hovering over us, the buzz filled my head. My panic rose, surging like the Pacific surf. I traveled to my beach, my ocean, my home. My panic dissipated, ebbing like my ocean tides, and I felt sobriety, calm. I closed my eyes and embraced the silence. Years passed…

•

Do you plan to sleep all day?

Maestro was sitting on a rock in front of me. He stood up and began to walk. Groggily, I pushed up off the ground and followed. We walked.

Cabra is near… It was the first thing he said in hours.

What happened back there?

He stopped walking and spread his arms, leaning backward and arching his back while slowly turning as if offering himself to the sky.

You touched infinity.

What does that mean?

Look at this world with wonder. Put aside what you have learned out there, it could destroy you here.

Ignore logic? Erase hundreds of years of knowledge and evolution? I asked, indignantly.

You must suspend your logic while you are here. You have a knowing of this place. When we entered, you disengaged yourself from your world and re-aligned yourself with this world. That re-alignment was your camouflage. Then you panicked and ran. That’s when the Hunter saw you and chased you down.

What kind of animal was hunting us?

The proper question is ‘what was hunting us?’ I don’t know what was hunting us, but your chatter angered it. When you ran, it consumed you and spit you out. Good thing you were indigestible.

What did it look like?

It cannot be seen. We have crossed the portal and left the