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One of the desert regions in Mexico, in the state of San Luis Potosi, is considered sacred to the indigenous tribe called Huicholes. They call the region "Wiricuta" or "Huiricuta" and it's just North of the city of San Luis Potosi and even closer to the town of Matehuala. There's a popular tourist town up in the Sierra Madres that line the desert below called Real de Catorce. Wiricuta is the desert below.
One of the nearby mountain peaks, maybe an hour hike on foot from Real de Catorce, is called "Quemado" by the locals. The way it was explained to me is that the very first Huichole saw the very first sunrise coming up over Quemado. The Huichole believe that the head of each family must make a pilgrimage through the desert and up to the peak of Quemado every 3 years for peyote rituals. They believe this practice must continue in order for the Sun to continue to rise. Peyote is used along the way and these colorful god's eye crosses made of wood and colored yarn are placed at different points along the sacred route.
This practice has gone on for possibly a couple thousand years. In the past, the journey would be made on foot all the way from the Nayarit region where the Huichole live. Now most of the journey is taken by bus and the last week or so on foot.
I've never participated in one of the Huichole ceremonies, but I have come across the yarn crosses they leave along the route. I've also visited the ceremonial grounds above Real de Catorce, atop Quemado. There are several primitive concentric circles made of stones and many more of the yarn crosses left behind. Often they have a photo of a loved Huichole, children, etc. and some pesos and candles left behind. I believe they carry the prayers of the loved ones up to the ceremonial site and the objects as offerings.
I'm not an expert on Huichole tribal and spiritual culture, but having gone to the sacred Wiricuta myself on several occasions, one hears lots of stories.
The first time I went there was back in 1994. Another backpacker from Austria had told me about it. Or, rather… a couple of years after we'd met on the road, he sent me a photo of himself in this desert. There was a peace about him in the photo. He was just standing out in this dry expanse with mountains in the background, a simple Mexican poncho, a wooden staff, and he looked dusty.
Not long after the letter and photo had arrived in the mail, I heard from him. It's been a long time now, but I think his name is Gerard. He was passing through Texas on his way to visit other places in the U.S. and contacted me to see if it'd be cool to visit.
Gerard only stayed a few days, but before he continued on his journey, he gave me instructions on how to get to a place in the desert called Wadley. And, he told me to ask for an older local man, Don Tomas. Gerard said to mention his name to Don Tomas and he'd fix me up.
I'd been to Wadley several times when this particular story takes place, and Don Tomas did indeed fix me up. Every time I returned to Wadley I'd go straight to Don Tomas' house for a key to one of the several rooms he rented to backpackers. He had a couple of enclosed compounds with around a half dozen basic rooms with a smooth concrete floor, tin roof, metal door with padlock, and a shared toilet that you have to fill up a bucket and dump into the commode to flush. Basic.
Don Tomas also had a few rooms next to his home as well, and pretty much all of the walls in his rooms were adobe.
On this particular visit, I stayed in the compound just above Don Tomas' place, on the other side of the only 2-lane road that extends the entire length of Wiricuta. All of the half dozen little villages along the road were there basically as depots for the train that also runs the entire length of Wiricuta. The upper compound is a bit further from the train track and pretty much on the very outskirts of town.
The lower compound is interesting in that it's right in the middle of town, where you can hear all of the sounds of life there. And, it's closer to the little tienda stores where you can get snacks, water, candles, etc. However, the lower compound is only a few meters from the train track. When a locomotive comes barreling by, the force shakes everything violently. The train whistle sounds like it's right there in the room. You do get used to it after a while. I sometimes prefer the lower compound because of the sounds of life, and the train reminds me that the rest of the world is still powering along, while time feels like it stands still in Wadley.
Sometimes there are a handful of other backpackers there too. Whether that's a good thing or not, is often a roll of the dice. You can end up with some loud partiers who don't clean up their messes and are up all hours of the night. Or, you can end up with a quiet group that you get along with. Other times I'm completely by myself.
Each compound has it's own little kitchen or cocina. It's a bit generous to call it a "kitchen". There's a small gas stove, that if you're lucky, Don Tomas has paid for a fresh tank of gas. There's a scattering of various pots and pans, plates cups, utensils, etc. If you're extra lucky, the last people there might've cleaned them all up. If you're not so lucky, they're all stacked up with varying degrees of food decaying.
If it's all dirty, I'll usually clean it all up once and grab a cup, plate, spoon, and a small pot to boil my water for coffee. I'll keep this in my room for the duration and clean them up again before I leave.
Don Tomas had first taken me to the lower compound, but I spotted a fair amount of empty cerveza bottles strewn about, some bongo drums, and a beat up guitar leaning on one of the room doors. Looked like a party.
I asked Don Tomas what the situation was like at the upper compound. He said it was empty, except for Philipe. He said Philipe is French and pretty quiet. Done! Vamanos to the upper compound then.
These compounds are kind of a hodgepodge of repurposed rooms. I think the rooms in the lower compound were at one time stalls for pigs. I'm not sure what the upper compound was originally used for, but it was likely not built for housing backpacker peyote-eating hippies.
The upper compound had a large storage room with a huge table and a bunch of junk. Don Tomas had shown me the other available rooms, but I asked if I could stay in the large storage room instead. I told him I saw a bed in there and I'd clean it up since I'd be there a couple weeks. He said that'd be fine but was trying to tell me something about the room to beware of. My Spanish has never been completely fluent, and Don Tomas slurs a lot… likely due to a lot of missing teeth.
The first thing I finally gathered was that he was telling me to be wary of police. That they'd been visiting off and on. That there wasn't any reason to be worried, but don't bring any peyote cactus in from the desert.
The second thing he was warning me about, I didn't comprehend until later when the train came through town. Don Tomas was telling me that when the train comes through, it vibrates fine dust from the tin roof that falls like snow for a few seconds. Not ideal, but tolerable.
Don Tomas helped me push some of the junk into the corner, and he gathered up most of the garbage and swept the floor. I organized some of the storage to make more room and made the bed that was in the corner of the room. By the time we finished, I had a large empty table all to myself, and at least 3/4ths of the room cleared.
After we'd decided it was cleaned well enough, Don Tomas took off to tend to his goats and I went to check out the kitchen situation and hopefully score myself a good cup, spoon, plate and boiling pot for the duration. I noticed the door to the room Don Tomas said Philipe was using was open and I could hear some music playing. Decided to introduce myself.
Philipe was lounging on his bed reading while puffing on a long skinny pipe. After introductions, I asked him about the strange pipe. The name of the pipe I couldn't understand, but he said it was a special pipe he got in Morocco for smoking "kef". Didn't know what that was either. He pulled out a small bag that had a bright green powder in it and filled the tiny bowl of the pipe. I asked if it was similar to marijuana. Philipe said it was the same plant but a refined variant of just the most potent portion of the plant. He lit up the bowl and asked it I wanted any, but I declined. Told him that I would like to try it, but later on after I got all situated with buying some fruit, water, candles etc. Explained that I have a very low tolerance to marijuana and tend to get way too high very quickly.
Later that evening I saw Philipe chilling out in the compound kitchen with a coffee, a little portable cassette player, and his long, skinny exotic kef pipe. I'd just treated myself to a bottle of Mexican Coca-cola from the tienda and thought perhaps I'd have a seat at the table and see what this strange "kef" substance was all about. My room was all situated nicely for the next couple of weeks, I didn't need to interact with anyone else, and my bed was only about 30 paces away.
It was very easy to smoke. Didn't take much either, at least for me. Generally, I don't much care for the cloudy effects of partaking in this sort of smoke. The paranoia, confusion, and the hit your short term memory can take are not so pleasant for me. The relaxing part can be quite nice if I don't over do it.
The sensation from smoking Philipe's kef was different than what I'd ever experienced before. I late discovered that Philipe was also quite the expert in high quality cannabis products, so this was likely of the highest grade. Strong for sure. Very strong. Though, I don't recall having all the paranoia or confusion. It was more of a focussed cerebral experience where I felt like my brain was operating just fine, but on a higher level of plane.
I can't remember how long we talked, but I never felt like I was "out of it". Perfectly engaged and we traded stories most of the night. It must've been near 3AM when we finally decided to call it a night.
The next morning, there wasn't a cloudy feeling or anything. Mind was clear and more focussed. Normally, for me it's the opposite and why I typically will abstain. I guess there's something to be said for the quality of being absolutely pure. The next day our quiet compound was invaded by 3 college-age guys from Mexico City, "Chavos", slang for city boys. The compound has a large metal door that you can drive a vehicle through, and the new neighbors pulled their red Ford Fiesta right into the middle of the compound. They all three looked pretty stoned and like they were there to party. They tossed out 3 large backpacks onto the ground that were mostly empty, other than sleeping bags and they went to the tienda to load up on drinking water before hiking into the desert. Seemed odd that they didn't seem to be carrying much in this huge backpacks, but you really don't need much out in the desert anyway and knowing they were as least taking the party out into the desert was a relief.
Chatted with Don Tomas earlier in the morning when I was on my tienda run for some instant coffee. I'd seen a police truck parked at one of the shacks that doubled as a make-shift bar. Mentioned the sighting to Don Tomas. There was an old jail house in the town that appeared to be abandoned every time I'd visited, but maybe it'd been recommissioned? Don Tomas told me not to worry. That the policia were only making rounds of the desert for someone to shake down. He said there were all corrupt, but that those 3 policias were the only ones in the entire desert. Don Tomas said their station is in the next town Estacion Catorce.
Backpackers often either hike down the mountain from the touristy town of Real de Catorce near Quemado to Estacion Catorce, or they take a taxi jeep. They call the jeeps "Willy's" because that's their brand I think. The 3 cops stay scarce until they see the backpackers coming back into town form the desert to catch a Willy back up to Real de Catorce. Then, they surprise them with a body search. If they're carrying any peyote cactus, it's a 50 peso fine for each plant. Pretty good extra drinking money, especially with the weekend approaching.
Don Tomas said he they show up in Wadley only if they haven't caught anyone in Estacion Catorce in awhile. He also said not to worry about it. That they won't bother you unless they can smell marijuana or think you've just come back from the desert. Then, they might search you.
I thanked Don Tomas and headed out into the desert for a little hike. There's a place I like to go that's easy to get to. Well, everywhere is pretty easy to get to, it's all mostly flat. It's the thick patches of cactus that make some areas a little more tricky to get to. Many of the cactuses out there have needle-sharp thorns that can be as long as 3 whole inches and can pierce all the way through your hiking shoes into your feet it you hit them just right.
The spot I like to go to usually has plenty of peyote cactus growing near by, a scraggily mesquite tree for a little shade, and sandy paths leading right to it that the goat herders use. You've still got to watch out for stray cactus thorns, but it's much easier than hiking straight through the brush.
On any given trip out into Wiricuta, I'll just take off in any ol' random direction and keep walking for hours. You can't really get lost because you can see several kilometers in any direction no matter which way you go. This time I just went out to my mesquite tree location to inspect how much peyote was out in the general vicinity this time. It varies. Sometimes it's all over the place, and other times it requires a longer search.
There was plenty, but I also noticed this other plant I'd never seen before. I'd heard of it, and only knew that it looked similar to peyote, but it's meet was more pinkish purple inside instead of the light green of peyote. It's called "Peyote Brujo" and reportedly very strong. I'd been told that only shaman's mess with it.
I pulled out my knife and cut into the top a little to reveal the meat. Sure enough, it was pinkish purple. Wasn't sure if I wanted to risk experimenting with an unknown like this, but was thrilled to have finally found some. I cut it out of the ground and into small pieces and bagged it so I could hide it easier in case I happened to see those policia poking around on the hike back to Wadley. Didn't know how it was supposed to be consumed yet either, but I knew one of the other backpackers in town would likely know.
Back at the compound I showed my find to Philipe. He's more knowledgeable about the cultural specifics of the Huichol Indians. He had even talked the University back in France into financing his whole trip as "research" for 3 months. I believe he was studying the sociological effects on indigenous cultures when they're exposed to foreign tourists… or something like that.
Philipe confirmed I'd indeed found some Peyote Brujo. He said he'd never tried it before but that it was known to be very powerful and not to be trifled with. Said pretty much only shamans use Peyote Brujo and that they typically dry the cactus pieces first, grind into a powder, then it's smoked.
I hadn't decided if I'd risk experimenting with it yet. But I figured I could at least prep it just in case I was game or wanted to pass it off to another backpacker later.The climate is so dry in Wiricuta that it wouldn't take any time at all to completely dry the cactus.
The center of the cactus was full of fine white fiber that you have to clean out first, just like the regular peyote plant. It's almost like a coarse fibers substance and there were bits of it all over the floor I'd just swept out. I found an old primitive ladder that looked like someone had crafted it themselves from mesquite and I climbed up to place the cactus pieces on the roof of my room for the day.
Philipe asked if I wanted to join him for a little hike into the desert. I'd just come back but he wanted to explore an area I hadn't been to yet. He said there was a nice grove of trees out there that also had soft green grass in the shady parts. Called it an "oasis". There are a few areas like this in the otherwise bone dry desert, but they're rare and a bit surreal when you find them.
I told Philipe about the policia that I'd seen and the warning Don Tomas had given. He'd already seen them too but wasn't too worried about it.
As we walked along the sandy trail, Philipe told me about a few details regarding the Huicholes peyote culture. I asked about the significance of how many sections counted atop a peyote cactus. When you look at the top of a peyote cactus, there are these little sections with tufts of that white fiber that has to be cut out too. I've heard that the white fiber has a small quantity of strychnine in it, and that's part of what makes you sick, but I'm not certain that's true or not.
He did say there was significance, but I wasn't sure how much of what he said was hippy backpacker hear-say… basically made up or imagined while high, or actual Huichol culture. Perhaps there isn't really a difference.
I told him that for me the number 13 was significant as was the number 7. Philipe said that 13 sections meant that the plant is a "maestro" or teacher. I added that in magic mushroom cultures, they tend to assign different significance to the number of mushrooms and physical characteristics of the individual mushrooms too. The longer-stemmed derrumbe mushrooms in the mountains of Oaxaca, Mexico are also called "maestros" as well. The cap of these is generally more bell-shaped.
The conversation was going on like this until we reached the oasis Philipe had told me about. I could see a thick grove of mesquite trees ahead of us. It hadn't rained in awhile, so everything was covered with a layer of dry fine desert dust and the grove blended into the landscape fairly well. I couldn't see them at all until we were just a few meters from them.
As we approached a clearing in the branches, I could see bright green grass in the shade. Philipe stepped over toward a shrub to take a leak. I was amazed at how green the grass was in such a dry terrain and then looked down at the ground before me to see where the green grass began.
Directly in front of my feet was a peyote plant, of the size I've never seen before. Philipe walked up as I knelt down to brush away desert dust to get a better idea of just how large it was. It had to have been close to 11 inches in diameter. Usually they're around 2-4 inches. Philipe walked over and was awestruck with this gargantuan peyote plant.
"Holy shit! That thing is huge!"
"I just noticed it at my feet. I've never seen one that big. Is it actually a peyote plant? Or, maybe just a cousin that looks like it?
"No, that's peyote for sure."
"Should we cut it?"
"That's all you brother. It spoke to you first."
"I don't think I can eat all of that, are you sure you don't want some?"
"Gracias, but I only eat plants that reveal themselves to me. This one is clearly for you. Disfruta!(enjoy)"
After brushing most of the dirt away and digging a small trench around the edges of the mammoth peyote plant so that I could get my knife underneath it to cut, I liberated the entire cactus head in one large piece. After you cut the top part off, you push the dirt back over it so that it'll grow more. The root of the peyote plant goes down a good ways and they'll continue to grow another head if you leave the root intact.
Philipe asked if I was going to leave an offering of gratitude for the plant. I'd seen this done before, but I'd never left anything before.
"I'm not sure what to leave. Do you leave offerings?"
"Yes, always. It's the way."
"Hmmm… ok. Do Huicholes do that too?"
"I wasn't planning on cutting anything today and didn't bring anything. Does it matter what you leave?"
"No, just something."
"I've got a couple pesos in my pocket. Would that do?"
"Sure, I've seen the Huicholes leave pesos before too."
It was midday and the sun was intense. We walked over into the mesquite grove and sat in the shade on the soft green grass for a little while. We laid back and stared at the blue sky through the mesquite grove canopy. Compared to the hellish white-hot sun that had just been making me feel a bit delirious… the grass was soothingly cool to the skin and felt heavenly.
I drifted off halfway to sleep for about a half hour. Not a full sleep, but that state in-between full sleep and kind of dozing. Completely aware of the cool grass, the sun flickering between the mesquite tree branches above, and the breeze. Yet, I wasn't completely there.
Philipe got up first and said he was going to start walking back to Wadley. He wanted to know if I was ready to go back too. I told him that I'd packed a hammock, oranges, and plenty of water. Said I might try to eat some of that giant peyote plant and chill out in my hammock for the afternoon.
"Are you sure you don't want any? I've got a few oranges and plenty of water. I definitely can't eat this whole plant myself."
Philipe looked amused and laughed.
"No, it's all you. You found it first and you should see that it has to teach you. I'll see you later back at the compound."
Philipe headed out of the oasis and I found a perfect set of branches to hang my hammock from. I sat back down on the grass and started cutting up the monstrous plant. I halved it and thought maybe I could stomach that much. Peyote cactus has a very bitter taste, even after you've cleaned the fiber out of it. The oranges are used to help kill the taste so that you can get it down. After you get used to the taste, you can make due without the oranges, but I've rarely progressed that far. So much easier with oranges.
I put a piece of the monster plant in my mouth along with a wedge of orange and started to chew. The taste of this one was stronger than I'd ever experienced and it was a challenge even with the orange. I don't think I made it through half before I couldn't eat any more. So, I wrapped up the remaining 2/3rds of the peyote, put it in a yellow plastic bag underneath my remaining oranges, and dropped it into my daypack. I laid back on the grass and resumed my zoning out to the magnificent blue sky above, waiting for the plant to digest.
About a half hour later I got some stabbing cramps in my gut. This had never happened before. Very sharp pains that didn't subside. They only got more intense and felt like I was digesting broken glass. Add to that, the peyote was starting to get to my head.
This wasn't good at all. I felt deathly ill and was clutching my gut, writhing in the grass in pain, and my mind was taking off into the stratosphere on mescaline. Not a winning combination. I managed to get to my feet and slung myself into my hammock to ride it out.
Having your brain hemispheres open up like a fleshy lotus and expose it's pink insides to a shower of electrified comet sparkles is fine and good, but if you also feel like you're trying to pass the cutting shards of a giant mason jar though your small intestine... no amount of comet sparkle can make that tolerable.
Desperately wanted to be back in my room and closer to someone who might be able to help, like perhaps a doctor for example. Though, I don't believe there are any doctors in Wadley or nurses for that matter. The closest medical attention would be a couple hour bus ride to Matehuala, and that's after the hour-long hike back to Wadley. Provided, I could get back before the only afternoon bus left at 3pm.
So, I gritted my teeth, clutched my stomach, drank as much water as I could tolerate without throwing up, and tried to enjoy the psychedelic realms in my hammock... between the shooting pains.
Didn't keep track of how long the pain lasted, but I'm guessing it was the better part of 4 hours since the psychotropic effects of the peyote were starting to subside a bit. It usually last for anywhere from 6-10hrs depending on various factors. I felt like I could finally start hiking back to Wadley at least.
In flat, desert areas like this on, it's always difficult to judge distance. I hadn't paid attention to exactly how long Philipe and I had hiked to the oasis, and although Wadley looked to be only a half-hour or so away… it took me well over an hour and a half to get back. That could've been because I changed the route a little to give more time for the peyote to wear off so that it wouldn't feel as awkward interacting with anyone I might run into in the town.
When I got to the 2-lane road that runs all the way through this desert and along the railroad tracks, I was almost at the outer edge of Wadley.
I could smell the scent of marijuana burning somewhere. That's not entirely unusual in this area, but it smelled very strong… as if someone had just walked ahead of me smoking a joint and the smoke was still hanging.
My intense stomach cramps had calmed down almost completely, but the effects of the peyote still very much had my brain in an ecstatic state. Thought about stopping at a tienda shop to get something cold to drink and maybe some snacks before walking back to my room, but decided to go lay the bed for a little while until the peyote had worn off a little more.
I was almost to the compound and noticed a white truck parked at the compound gate. Looks like Don Tomas has more guests. They must be waiting for someone to open the gate so they can pull their truck into the courtyard.
Got a little closer and noticed it wasn't just a white truck. It had "POLICIA" painted on it. One of the local boys was talking to the cop who looked like he was in charge. He had a stark look, with a bushy mustache and he looked like he was looking for someone to extort money from. I took a hard right toward another tienda to disappear into, but I was too late. The boy had already pointed toward the gringo walking into the nearby tienda.
I could see the cop starting to walk toward the tienda and my heart started to race. Think fast! Oh, no… I left that bag of dried peyote brujo in a clear bag on the bed and there was still that white fiber stuff all over the floor. And, 2/3rds of that giant peyote plant was still at the bottom of the orange bag in my daypack. This isn't going to go well for me. Think, don't panic. Don't look nervous.
Walked out of the tienda and rounded behind it toward my room. I could tell the cop was picking up his pace and trying to catch up to me. There were two other cops at the truck with the 3 young Mexican guys from Mexico city handcuffed in the back.
Evidently, the guys from Mexico City been walking just ahead of me on the road smoking a joint. The cops smelled it and searched their backpacks which were all 3 full of cut peyote plants. That explains why they went out into the desert with almost nothing in their packs other than something to sleep with. Unfortunately, they hadn't got the memo on not smoking weed in town while the cops are snooping about.
I could hear the larger cop who was following me calling out for me to stop, but I pretended not to hear. Nodded to the guys in the back of the truck and opened the padlock on my room door, grabbed the plastic bag of peyote brujo pieces and jammed it between a folded mattress in the corner. The cop had made it to my room and started banging on the door. He called out that he needed to see my passport. (in Spanish)
"Señor, I must see your passport. Why didn't you stop?"
"Oh, I'm sorry… I didn't know you were talking to me. Just a minute, I'll get my passport."
I grabbed my passport and stuffed my wallet between the mattresses too before stepping out of the room.
"United States?"
"What are you doing here?"
The head cop flipped through my passport and then started checking my visa to see if it was expired and had then proper stamps and signatures. One of the other two cops motioned toward my daypack I'd set down.
"Hand your bag to him please, we need to search it."
I remembered the rest of that giant peyote plant in the bottom of the plastic bag of oranges, I tried not to look nervous as I handed my daypack to the other cop. He started taking items out slowly, then glancing up at me to see if I was starting to break a sweat as the cop with the mustache went over my papers.
When he pulled out my knife that still had some dirt on it, his eyebrows went up. He opened the knife as he stared at me as if he'd found something incriminating. I shrugged. The cop then opened the knife and compared the length of the blade to the width of his hand. Evidently that's a measure of how long a knife blade can be on your person. It was slightly over the allowed length. I silently relaxed because I thought the dirt on the knife was giving me away.
Then, he lifts the the plastic bag of oranges out of the daypack and my heart sank. Still, I kept calm on the outside. The plastic bag was opaque so you couldn't see through it. He simply patted on the plastic bag with the knife and said, "Naranjas" (oranges). He then puts the bag back into the daypack without looking into it, and folds the knife. Everything went back into the bag and he hands it back to me. Whew!
The mustache cop handed my passport back. I tried to make conversation and asked why the third cop was. They said he was getting the keys to the boy's red Ford Fiesta car because they were being arrested and driven up to the jail in Real de Catorce.
Felt bad for the boys, but they were mostly smiling. They also looked very stoned, so maybe the gravity of the situation hadn't quite hit them yet. Still, I was rejoicing silently inside that I was about to avert this trip going very badly for me.
Until, the mustache cop said he wanted to search my room. All that inner joy came to a complete stop. I was also feeling the tail-end of the peyote effects and my head was racing. I said:
"No problemo"
He followed me into the room. I tossed my daypack to the middle of a long table in the room so it didn't look like I was trying to hide anything in the bag they'd just searched, and then calmly sat on the edge of the bed while started looking around.
"What are you really doing here amigo? You're here to eat the peyote aren't you?"
"No. I told you I only came here to write. See my laptop on the table?"
He looked toward the laptop and looked moved some loose items around looking underneath as he moved through the room.
"Yes, I see the computer… but many of the foreigners carry them. Tell me why you're here."
"Only writing. I like to come here to the desert for inspiration and the quiet."
He started kicking his police boot around the floor and moving the white fibers from the peyote brujo that were still there. My pulse went up a few notches.
"If you are not here for the peyote, why is all of this peyote fiber on the floor? You cleaned a plant in here didn't you?"
"No, I told you before why I'm here. I don't know what that fiber is. It was here when I got here. I need to sweep. It's a dirty room and I need to sweep."
He then walked around the room another time, looking into dusty storage boxes and over to the folded mattress on a rollaway bed where I'd stashed the bag of dried peyote brujo pieces. He rolled it around once. The mattress was filthy so he didn't stick his hand into the fold to check.
Determined to find something to bust me for, he sauntered over toward a video camera I had on a tripod in the room. I'd carried it along with me to get interesting travel shots along the way. He asked:
"You are here only to write?"
"Then why do you have this professional movie camera?"
"Because I'm working on a story for a movie I'd like to make and I'm using the video camera to record some of the possible locations."
I'd heard that another movie had filmed up in Real de Catorce a couple years prior and it had infused a lot of money into the town. Brad Pitt and Julia Davis are in it. I think it's called "The Mexican" or something like that.
Anyway, I knew that the primary motivation for the cops in the area, and most of Mexico for that matter, seemed to be making a little cash on the side. And, I needed to think of a way to distract this guy quick as he headed back over toward the folded mattress after running his hand underneath the mattress on my bed.
"You know... I was just thinking... if everything works out this this movie script I'm working on and I find people with money to finance making it, I'll be back here with a crew."
I remembered that I'd recently had new business cards made and I'd put an icon of a movie reel on them, along with a camera, and a couple others. The reel would make it look like I was really a filmmaker. Walked over to the table to get a card our of my wallet and motioned for him to accept it in order to divert him from proceeding toward the folded mattress.
"If, I find the money and can make this film happen, I'm going to need to hire someone for security during the shoot. Would you be available for something like that?"
He studied the business card I'd handed him.
"It'd be paid of course."
His eyes lit up as he looked up from the business card.
"You would hire me for the security on a pelicula? (film)
"I don't see why not. I'll need someone with and you're the only one with that kind of experience that I've met here."
I started walking toward the door where the other 2 cops were waiting with the 3 Mexican guys in the back of the truck. The guys weren't smiling anymore as I think the high was starting to wear off and they realized what was happening. The third cop had loaded their belongings into their Ford Fiesta and had just pulled it out of the courtyard.
As I stepped outside the room the mustached cop luckily followed behind.
"What's going to happen to those guys?"
"They are all under arrest for cutting peyote in the desert. All their backpacks were full of it to take back to Mexico City to sell. They were also smoking mota (marijuana) along the road. Muy estupido (very stupid)"
The other cops asked the mustached one if I was clean. He told them I was only working on a movie and wanted to hire him for security.
"We are taking these compadres up to Real de Catorce for processing. The only jail we are using now is the one up there."
I waved sympathetically toward the guys in the back of the truck. They half-heartily waved back and cracked nervous smiles. They'd probably be fine. The cops would likely keep their car and whatever mordida (bribes) the cops could get their parents to send, and they'd be on their way in a few days.
The cop with the mustache got into the passenger side of the police truck. After he slammed the door shut he leaned out smiling and waved my business card toward me. He yelled "Don't forget me for security when you come back to make your movie!"
I smiled and answered, "Por supuesto! (of course)"
As the police truck pulled out leaving a cloud fine desert dust hanging int the air, it was followed by the 3rd cop in the boy's Ford Fiesta. He rolled down the window and cranked up the stereo and started banging his head along to whatever heavy metal music the boys had last been listening to while pretending to sing along. I could still make out the expressions of the boy's faces. Their high had definitely worn off and they did not look amused.
Went back into my room after first giving the stink eye to the little boy who'd first spotted me and pointed my way as I walked in from the desert. He laughed at me and ran off.
I stood in my room shaking for a few moments realizing how close I got to ending up in the back of that police truck too. I didn't have anyone to call who'd bail me out and it definitely would not have gone well.
Opened the other door of my room that went out into the courtyard. I could see Philipe's door was open. Walked over and peeked in. Philipe was as white as a ghost and shaking a little. I asked:
"Hey amigo! Did you see what just happened?"
"Yeah, one of those cops came banging on my door and wanted to search my room."
"Oh no! They didn't find your bag of kef?!"
"No, luckily I heard them march the Mexican guy's in here to get the keys to their car. There's no where to hide anything in these rooms so I jammed my bag of kef and pipe up above the roof beam and tin roof. Luckily my main stash is still in a pack I have a Don Tomas' casa.
"The Mexican guys were walking along the road smoking weed right as they walked into the town. That's how they got caught."
"Idiots! Look at my hands, I can't stop shaking. That could've gone very badly for me!"
"I know! One of the town boys pointed at the gringo walking into the tienda nearby. I have no idea why the boy would do that."
"I'm sure he was just answering to the cops and didn't mean harm. Did you end up eating that giant peyote cactus?"
Told Philipe everything that had just happened. About the peyote brujo bag on my bed, getting searched, and about promising to hire the head policia as security on a movie set. Philipe couldn't believe it.
"How did you think of that?"
"I was in a panic and making it up as I went… trying not to look nervous."
"Man, you are very lucky! They would've loved to catch themselves a gringo for sure!"
Philipe asked if the police were still in the town. I told him they'd left and were on their way up to the police station in Real de Catorce with the boy's and their car.
He pulled the bag of kef down from the roof beam, along with his special kef pipe.
"You want to have a smoke? I need a quick one to calm down."
"Yeah, that sounds like exactly what I need right now."
We moved into the cocina (kitchen) to pass Philipe's pipe for a few minutes and shared his Yerba Mate tea gourd. Philipe asked:
"What are you going to do now? I need to catch the afternoon bus to Matehuala to buy a bike. I'm going to be here for 3 months so I want to get a bicycle to get around while I'm here."
"I think I'm going back out into the desert to cut more peyote."
"What?! Are you crazy?! We almost got busted!"
"Well, I was thinking of moving on in a couple days and I have a friend in Puerto Vallarta who wanted to try peyote. He's older and won't likely make it out to the desert, so I agreed to bring him some. I'll be back in a few weeks though, when I'm on my way back up to the border"
"Again, are you loco amigo? The policia just left here!"
"The way I figure, those are the only 3 policia in the entire Wiricuta desert. They're all on their way to Real de Catorce for the weekend, and are getting ready to have plenty of mordida (bribe) drinking money very soon. If I'm going out to cut peyote to travel with, right now is probably the safest time to do it."
Philipe shook his head in disbelief and headed out to catch the bus into the larger town of Matehuala a couple hours away. He'd be back in the morning.
Pulled the bag of peyote brujo from the folded mattress and spread the pieces out on my rooftop again to dry out a little more and just in case anyone else wanted to snoop around my room again. My head was in a pleasant haze from the kef we'd smoked, and I was getting a second wind from the Yerba Mate tea. I refilled my water, cleaned my knife, put on my headphones and headed back out into the desert to harvest. I still had at least 3 hours of daylight left. It was a beautiful day with some nice clouds streaking near the horizon. If I timed it right, and was lucky again in my search, I'd be able to take in yet another incredible technicolor desert sunset on the hike back.
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Chapter 1
Hell must have frozen over.
That's it. The only possible excuse for why Kendall Clackson, our resident Bible fanatic, was strutting through my favorite diner on a Saturday morning. She usually saved her shenanigans for earlier in the week, on days I didn't have off. Coincidence? Not likely.
I froze in my spot and considered bailing, but that thought only lasted about half a second before her smug face made me stomp across the diner and settle into my usual booth.
Fuck it. I've done the same thing every day for the last ten years. I'm not changing now.
Swinging my legs into the booth, I didn't even pick up the menu as Little Miss Georgia Peach approached me with all her southern charm.
"Ruby! What a pleasure seein' you here, hun."
I turned fractionally and nodded once, hoping she would get the hint. If there was anything that Kendall didn't understand, it was how insufferable I found her exaggerated southern accent to be. We lived in Portland for devil's sake.
"I hope you weren't comin' here lookin' for Josh. He's playin' golf with some of the other men in our church. Bless him. Found his way to the Lord through me."
I could barely contain rolling my eyes. Oh, yes. I'm sure he did. Just as soon as you gave him what I wouldn't. I snorted to myself, but didn't say anything. Kendall made it her job to remind me, and everyone else, that he had left me for her and God.
"What's so funny? You know, Ruby, you should find a church. It might help with your"— she dropped her voice low—"issues." Several regulars threw us curious, and somewhat scathing glances. It was an unspoken rule with us Saturday folks that you kept to yourself and didn't start trouble. Like Kendall was currently doing.
"Issues?" I asked, pretending to be mildly surprised by her comment. I knew damn well what she meant. I had a bit of a temper, but in my defense, there's only so much you can do when you're half-demon.
I waved down Martha on the other side of the diner, and she took one look at Blondie before rolling her eyes. Yeah, this wasn't the first time this had happened, but clearly, I'm the one with issues.
"You know, your anger—"
"What can I get for you this morning, Ruby?" Martha asked, appearing beside Kendall and seeming not to notice her at all.
"Black coffee and four orders of bacon, please," I said, not bothering to look at the menu.
Martha chuckled under her breath. "I'm not even sure why I ask anymore," she muttered as she walked away.
Kendall resumed her preaching, knowing full well her advice was unwanted. "You know, Ruby, you really should lay off the fat if you ever want to find a nice Christian man."
Something like heat prickled inside me, but I clamped down on it hard. Kendall could pick at me all she wanted. I knew it wasn't actually me she was angry with. It was my cheating ex-boyfriend that wouldn't leave me alone, despite my repeated attempts to send him away. It wasn't unreasonable that she was pissed with him. It was unreasonable that she stalked me for it, and made my life hell. Particularly, when she was the one he had cheated on me with in the first place. Yet, somehow, she didn't see the irony in all of this.
"Hmmmm…let me think about that. Bacon or church? Bacon or church? Well, it's really a no brainer, Kendall. I'm atheist, so I think I better go with the bacon," I said, smirking at the way her mouth popped open. I did enjoy riling her up. What could I say? I have a penchant for trouble.
"Is that Satan talkin,' or just your jealousy, Ruby? You should've known that Josh would find his way to our Lord, with or without you."
This was too much. I couldn't hold back my laughter and I failed miserably when I tried to disguise it as a cough. "Kendall, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we split up because he fucked you in a broom closet, and unless 'God' is what you call your vagina nowadays, I think you're fooling yourself." I gave her my most mocking of smiles and made a shooing motion with my hand. Even beneath the orange of her spray tan, I could see her face reddening. She thought she could come here, in my sacred space, and offend me. Slander me and throw my break up out there for everyone to see. She thought it would embarrass me. What she failed to see was that I didn't care. Josh was someone to pass time with, and his dick got the better of him. As a half-succubus, it wasn't my nature to believe in love. Not when the "heart" could be swayed by a pretty face and a three minute fuck.
Kendall's anger seemed to intensify. She put on a saccharine smile as Martha came around the corner carrying my bacon and coffee, but I didn't miss the look in her eyes.
"Bless your heart," she sneered, turning on her heel. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a second too early. Her foot came out and caught Martha's black sneaker before I could say anything. Next thing I knew, heat flamed my chest as the coffee splashed across my maroon sweater. It wouldn't burn me, but she didn't know that.
Martha caught herself, but the damage was already done. My bacon lay on the table, soaking in a puddle of coffee that was dripping into my lap.
Her white apron and yellow shirt smeared with grease and coffee, Martha spluttered, "I'm so sorry about that, Ruby! Can I—"
"It's okay, Martha," I said, glaring at Kendall. The bitch had returned to her seat where three other Stepfords sat, each blonde and almost impossible to tell apart. They wore the same impossibly pleasant smiles with their impossibly perfect makeup. Kendall had strength in numbers and gave me a little wave for show as she took her seat.
I. Saw. Red.
Standing from my seat, I hastily helped Martha clean up the mess. She kept repeating to me: "She's not worth it, Ruby." Not that it mattered. Someone needed to teach Ms. Upstanding Citizen a lesson. This was the third time she'd tried to corner me this week, and while it was funny playing with her, what she just did was unacceptable. Not that I deserved any of this, but Martha certainly did not. She wasn't even involved. Kendall could fuck with me all she wanted, but dragging Martha into this and nearly hurting her crossed the line of bullshit I was willing to take. It was time for her to reap the consequences for being a shitty human being.
I placed a ten on the table and left the diner without another word. The door jingled as it swung shut behind me, and I turned my eyes on Kendall's baby blue Mustang.
A fit of glee came over me as my inner demon smiled. I went to my car and grabbed the baseball bat and a lighter I kept in the driver's side door.
Josh should have warned you what happens when you play with fire.
Chapter 2
"You broke the windows and set her car on fire. It blew up. How do you deny that when we have twenty-eight—no, I'm sorry—twenty-nine witnesses that saw you?" The officer leaned back in his seat, rolling his eyes. The cops picked me up half an hour after I did it, and dragged me back to their cesspool of a police station. Joe-Schmo and I had been going back and forth for the last fifteen minutes as he attempted to persuade me to admit guilt and pay for Kendall's car. Not fucking happening. At least not without a fight.
"They could be lying." I shrugged, leaning back in my own chair and kicking my feet up on the table. My boots clunked against the metal top as bits of mud and grass fell off. They hadn't even bothered to handcuff me when I was arrested, but I wasn't exactly new to this. Me and Joe were on a first name basis. Practically.

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Parish Event: Afternoon Tea
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This is the abbreviated text of a letter distributed at masses on 17/18 August 2019
Dear Friends, members of the parish community, office workers and vistors, I want to bring you up to date on certain important matters regarding our church, and invite your response and support
The Shrine of Our Lady of Graces
For a number of years work has been going on to solve the serious problem of water ingression that has damaged the walls of the Shrine. Advice has been received from the Diocese and from Tower Hamlets Authority and Historic England. The temporary external has allowed the wall to completely dry out, and now the repair is about to take place to the external wall. Then we can set about cleaning and restoring the beautiful interior of this sacred and historic Shrine. The final cost of the wall repair is not expected to be high. i will of course let you know. Anyone who would like to donate towards the work to repair the Shrine can contact me or just leave an offering in the special box at the front of the church.
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The Huawei Watch 2 was one of the first smartwatches to launch with Android Wear 2.0 (now known as Wear OS), so delivers the handy Google Assistant straight to your wrist. Other improvements include more ways to respond to messages from your wrist, including a new on-screen keyboard. Wear OS doesn't quite rival Apple's watchOS for app support, but it has a decent stable of apps you'd expect.
We've worn dozens of smartwatches and fitness trackers over the course of workdays, workouts, vacations, and the rest of everyday life to see which ones best track your activity, relay your phone notifications, give you access to apps, and do anything else that lets you keep your phone in your pocket. The Apple Watch Series 1 (which works only with iPhones) offers the best combination of style, message handling, apps, battery life, activity tracking, and value. But we also have picks if you use an Android phone, or if you value fitness or distance-sports tracking over style, notifications, and apps.
Aside from its jack-of-all-fitness-trades, master-of-none nature, the Gear Sport has other drawbacks. Chief among them is that voice dictation is significantly less reliable than on the Apple Watch or Wear OS and is best used for short phrases and quick replies. Then there's S Voice, the digital assistant that can't do much—and you probably don't have time to learn how to make it do the few things it can do. And major apps still do not have a presence in Samsung's marketplace—the Sport runs Samsung's Tizen operating system instead of Wear OS—so any app or device you want to control directly on your phone is a gamble on an indie developer having the same need.
Smart watch Company OS Android version iOS version CPU Type Bluetooth NFC Developer Options GPS Notify Link Loss Alert Notify Missed Call Notify Timer Notify View Content Call Conversation Find My Phone Voice Control Respond to Notifications Notify Sound Notify Backlit Screen Notify Vibration Ambient Light Sensor Gyroscope Magnetometer Multi-touch Accelerometer Dust and Water Resistance Clock Display Type Screen Size, Inches Screen Resolution, pixels Pixel density, ppi Display Technology Average Battery Life, days Battery Capacity, mAh Battery Technology Case Diameter, mm Case Thickness, mm Wrist Band Width, mm Weight (main unit+watchband), g Wristband Options Replaceable Wristbands LED Flashlight
The newest member of the TicWatch family from Mobvoi is the TicWatch Pro. The biggest feature about this smartwatch is that it actually has two displays. The first is a transparent and low-power FTSN LCD display, and that is placed on top of its OLED display. While the top FTSN display shows you basic info like the time, the date, your heart rate and step count, you can switch over to the OLED display, which shows off all of the features of Google's Wear OS.
A smartwatch is a wearable computer in the form of a wristwatch; modern smartwatches provide a local touchscreen interface for daily use, while an associated smartphone app provides for management and telemetry (such as long-term biomonitoring). While early models could perform basic tasks, such as calculations, digital time telling, translations, and game-playing, 2010s smartwatches have more general functionality closer to smartphones, including mobile apps, a mobile operating system and Bluetooth connectivity. Some smartwatches function as portable media players, with FM radio and playback of digital audio and video files via a Bluetooth or USB headset. Some models, called 'watch phones' (or vice versa), have complete functionality of a typical smartphone using LTE technology.[1][2][3]
Despite that, it's a very competent Android Wear 2 watch. What's more interesting, however, is the concentration on fitness.While it features all of the necessary sensors to track running, cycling and swimming, our initial testing has revealed the Huawei Watch isn't the stellar performer we hoped it would be. Which is a shame, because emphasising the fitness element was exactly the right thing for Huawei to do, and hopefully the company can improve its fitness tracking software updates.
Speaking of music, that's what really sets this smartwatch apart (especially compared to Garmin's other wearables). The Vivoactive 3 Music has enough internal storage for 500 songs — and they're easy to download to your device using the Garmin Express software. Once your songs are downloaded, you can listen to music without a smartphone. Just connect some Bluetooth headphones to the watch and you're good to go. If streaming is more your game, then you can also download some popular media apps as well.
As of 4 September 2013, three new smartwatches have been launched: the Samsung Galaxy Gear, Sony SmartWatch 2,[62] and the Qualcomm Toq.[63] PHTL, a company based in Dallas, Texas, completed is crowd-funding process on Kickstarter for its HOT Watch smartwatch in September 2013. This device enables users to leave their handsets in their pockets, since it has a speaker for phone calls in both quiet and noisy environments.[64] In a September 2013 interview, Pebble founder Eric Migicovsky stated that his company was not interested in any acquisition offers,[65] but revealed in a November 2013 interview, that his company has sold 190,000 smartwatches, the majority of which were sold after its Kickstarter campaign closed.[60]
The Watch 2 comes in two varieties, Sports and Classic. The former is a little cheaper, looking unsurprisingly much like a standard sports watch. The Classic is noticeably more attractive, with a premium-looking shell and included leather band. If you're after something that's appropriate at a nice restaurant as well as the gym, you may want to pay the extra money, but all features are otherwise the same.
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Apple is back with the Apple Watch Series 4, the latest in the smartwatch game that's focused on helping wearers live a healthier lifestyle. Running on Apple's S4 64-bit dual-core processor and the new WatchOS 5 operating system, it's twice as fast as its predecessor. Available in two sizes — 40 mm and 44mm — it has a 30 percent larger display than the Series 3 and comes in six different aluminum and stainless steel finishes. New improvements include Walkie Talkie mode and a speaker that is 50% louder than in the Series 3. The microphone has been moved to the watch's opposite side to reduce noise and create clearer phone calls. The bottom, now made from black ceramic and sapphire crystal for better radio wave transmission, is intended to help with cellular reception and call quality.
You can choose from five different watch faces for the Charge 3, making it less customizable than the Ionic or the Versa. Those smartwatches have the advantage of running Fitbit OS, which includes a library of many third-party-developed watch faces. The Charge 3 isn't a smartwatch, so its version of Fitbit's software isn't as robust as what we see on the Ionic and the Versa. It's not as critical for the Charge 3 since it isn't designed to run more than a few basic apps, but those looking for interesting watch faces will have to do with just a handful of options.
The headline features are the new ECG monitor that unlocks the ability for serious heart health monitoring. It's been FDA cleared, so the feature can be used to detect heart rhythm irregularities - however, it's only in the US only for now. There's also a new fall detection mode that can let users access Siri to contact emergency services or a emergency contact. Apple's new smartwatch offers groundbreaking features and an improved design that makes it the standout option for iPhone owners right now.
Tizen is a Linux-based operating system for devices, including smartphones/tablets, in-vehicle infotainment (IVI) devices, smart TVs, laptops/desktops and other platforms. Tizen is a project within the Linux Foundation and is governed by a Technical Steering Group (TSG) composed of Samsung and Intel among others. Samsung released the Samsung Gear 2, Gear 2 Neo, Samsung Gear S, Samsung Gear S2 and Samsung Gear S3 running Tizen.[86]
None of these smart watches are necessarily waterproof but they are water-resistant. The Samsung Gear Sport is good to go so long as you don't go any deeper than 50 meters. Same for the Apple Watch. However, the Q Venture is a little more delicate and can only withstand some splashing and momentary submersion in a meter of water. In other words, the Q Venture will survive if you drop it in a sink full of water and you scoop it out almost instantly.


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As children of God, we are called to live in the peace, joy, and love of the Holy Trinity. Yet many of us struggle to feel God's presence in our lives. We remain stuck in old patterns of behavior or ways of thinking that leave us feeling lonely, anxious and even hopeless. The good news is that we can be free! The Holy Spirit can lift us out of despair and give us a renewed sense of purpose. The Power and Purpose Conference will introduce you to and draw you deeper into relationship with the Holy Spirit and empower you to live in freedom and joy.


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One of men's favorite colors is blue, and they also love it on women. It's not a typical female color, but men still love to see a woman in bright blue.Baby blue is okay, but brighter colors are best.
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Location: Los Gigantes in Canary Islands.
Further details: There is much to do for the energetic:- tennis, walking in the woods and the crater or arranged walking trips locally as well as enjoying the sights of Tenerife – it is a lovely Island. The villa is located in a quiet peaceful position above the hubbub of Los Gigantes which still retains the characteristics of a small village with a local church in the central square and many excellent restaurants, as well as good supermarkets for home catering. The boat trips to watch whales and dolphins should not be missed and we even sometimes watch dolphins from the villa with binoculars.
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Vanadiumcorp Resource Inc. has appointed Marc Kok to the board of directors of Vanadiumcorp.
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Thank god there are people who think outside what academies are teaching, they are amazing for going against the flow of thought of modern science.
Everything is a speculation when it comes to history, we have not witnessed anything, we can only guess or speculate, there is not much more.
Just because the majority of people in academia are supporting it, does not mean it is the truth.
Or maybe they lost their job for other reasons and claimed it was based on their reports.
There are a few stories from archeologies who have even lost their jobs only because they find out something which was not supported by mainstream speculation and they reported it anyway.
So, you think that they are forged Bills of Lading? Forged accounting records? Why? Because they conflict with the notion of highly advanced civilizations? So some actual evidence then. Don't let confirmation bias make you ignore the evidence that is available in favor of speculation based on evidence which is not.
Even that cannot be for sure. What makes you think that books we "discovered" are real and authentic.
No, not many reasons. And science has a way of exposing hoaxes.
There are many possible reasons why such evidence should be considered not to be taken for granted. That is not science also...and it happens to be the case in many scenarios when it suits the mainstream.
Um...Phage like the Bible?
Do you remember her name?
I remember the lady archaeologists who proved humans were on the N American continent some 15000 yrs before mainstream claimed...
No evidence. Just more "I don't know so I'll make stuff up."
there is plethora of evidence. Just look at my first post in here and check the links if you did not already...
Not really. No evidence of highly advanced civilizations.
There are not just a few locations, there are MANY all over the world which goes against modern explanations of our mainstream history.
I'm not talking about history books.
A lot of history books from which we are interpreting mainstream history are NOT original.
Sure. If you have a strong confirmation bias. If you ignore the evidence which shows that a highly advanced civilization was not required to produce the artifacts.
But the evidence we find around the world shows that some of such (not all) speculations are maybe closer to the truths than not.
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No. Not the Bible, that's mostly allegory. I'm talking about more mundane stuff.
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The same people who left behind documentation about the construction of the pyramids ... happen to be the same people who left behind religious texts.
No. The pyramid documentation predates the religious texts by a large time span.
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Students interested in attending a Reformed Presbyterian college can choose between a couple of traditional, 4-year institutions and a theological seminary. These schools vary in size, available degree programs and other factors students may want to consider when selecting a college. Find out more about each school and its unique characteristics here.
School Comparison
Located in the eastern part of the country, Reformed Presbyterian colleges are distributed between two states. Learn about each school's location and tuition rate in the table below.
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|Erskine College
|4-year, private not-for-profit
|Due West, SC
|Geneva College
|4-year, private not-for-profit
|Beaver Falls, PA
|Reformed Presbyterian Theological Seminary
|4-year, private not-for-profit
|Pittsburgh, PA
Source: *National Center for Education Statistics (NCES)
Descriptions of Reformed Presbyterian Colleges
The few Reformed Presbyterian colleges still provide students with a variety of undergraduate and graduate degree programs to pursue. These colleges also offer different resources and opportunities for personal growth and student development. Compare and contrast the different Reformed Presbyterian colleges in the country.
Erskine College
Erskine College is a private institution in the northwestern part of South Carolina that offers bachelor's, master's and doctoral degree programs, as well as certificate programs. Students can pursue bachelor's degrees in areas like psychology, music, athletic training, math, English, business administration, education, biology and history. Graduate degree programs are offered through the school's seminary in areas like divinity, theology and ministry. The school has a little over 550 undergraduate students and a student-to-faculty ratio of 11 to 1. Erskine was founded by the Associate Reformed Presbyterian (ARP) Church in 1839 and encourages students to be open to the truth while incorporating faith with learning. The campus offers a state-of-the-art science center, a museum and gallery, picnic areas and recreation areas, as well as several different NCAA Division II sports, including basketball, soccer, tennis, golf and volleyball.
Geneva College
Geneva College is a Christian College of Distinction for 2017-2018 and is ranked a Top 3 Best Value Regional University for 2018 by U.S. News & World Report. The school also has a nationally ranked undergraduate engineering program, but students may pursue study in a variety of areas at the associate's, bachelor's and master's degree levels. Some of these areas include organizational leadership, business administration, human development, communication, education, speech-language pathology, criminology, youth ministry, Biblical studies and chemistry. Located in the western part of Pennsylvania, the school has around 1,700 enrolled students and a student-to-faculty ratio of 12 to 1. Nearly 100% of Geneva's students receive some form of financial aid to help pay for school. The Center for Student Engagement offers immersion trips to connect students' faith with action, leadership development, service learning opportunities and a wide range of student activities, including Film Fest and the Mystery Bus Trip.
Reformed Presbyterian Theological Seminary
The Reformed Presbyterian Theological Seminary is a graduate school that is also located in the western portion of Pennsylvania. As of 2016, the school had close to 100 students and offers a Master of Divinity, Master of Theological Studies and Doctor of Ministry program, all of which have the option for a biblical counseling concentration. Students may also pursue a missionary training certificate, biblical counseling certificate, servant of the church certificate or ministry diploma. Faculty, staff and students can participate in a time of prayer each Tuesday afternoon and in regular FEAST (Friends Eating At Seminary Tables) events. The school also offers athletic activities, picnics, cultural activities and the all-female group, Seminary Women, specifically designed to help female students, student wives and faculty wives grow in their faith through instruction and fellowship.