Here is where believers in “afterlife” live, or so they think.
Here is where all your lives you pretended you would go.
Here is where your lack of logic abandoned you, dumped you.
Here is where you find that Santa Claus and Jesus were the same game.
Here is where your fantasy life has brought you: nowhere.
Here you do not eat, you do not shit.
Here you do not fuck, you do not bear children.
Here you do not sleep, you do not dream.
Here there is no day, no night, no up, no down.
Here there is only the sound of nothing.
Here the only thing that you see is nothing.
Here you have no thoughts, no past, no present, no future.
Here you do not age, you do not live again: you are nothing for eternity.
Here you do not die, you have already died.
Here you have no conflicts, you have no passions, no love, no hate.
Here there is no ignorance, there is no knowledge to seek.
Here you do not think, you just exist failing to find thoughts.
Here there is no sadness, no happiness, no hope, no fear, nothing.
Here it is not heaven, it is not hell, it is not anywhere, this is nothingness.
Here is where fools and believers exist in a non-existent “afterlife”.
In our lives as slaves to Europeans, beginning in 1492,
we were forced-fed the Jesus, Heaven, Hell, and other bullshit.
Like they told the African slaves in the Old South,
"There will be pie in the sky when you die."
That idea kept them quiet and passive and good slaves.
The same for us with the "Virgen de Guadalupe",
who was a fake mother for us to pray to, to cry to, to beg from,
a mother who never answered, who never cared
because she left us as slaves for 500 years of European terrorism
and European genocide and a European-made hell on our lands.
Here is the moment where you should stop believing in an “afterlife”.
Here you don't need Jesus or Virgencita or thoughts of heaven.
Here is where you should think of how you will live your life fully a free human.
Here you realize you can be good and moral without an "afterlife" motivating you.
Here you realize that being a scholar, a warrior, a hero is a duty: without "afterlife"
Here is where logical Nican Tlaca wake from their nightmare of a Zombie Jesus.
Here is where we dump “afterlife” the way we dumped Santa Claus as smart children.
Here is where you start to live a meaningful life of scholar-warrior.
Here is where you drop the drugs and gang culture, and alcoholism.
Here is where you live in the full intelligence that you were born with.
Here is where you stop wasting your life in sports, music, weed, and "spirituality".
Here is where you wake and mature and stand up for your people.
Here is where the scholar-warrior wakes and learns and teaches truth and pride.
Here is where an empty life, a slave’s life, ends, and scholar-warrior life begins.
by Olin Tezcatlipoca Copyright © 2019
Olin Tezcatlipoca,
Founder and Director of Mexica Movement Nican Tlaca Nation
Nelyollotl Toltecatl,
Director of Mexica Movement Nican Tlaca Nation
Yaocuicatl Chimalyaotl
Co-Director Mexica Movement Nican Tlaca Nation
Introduction To The Materials of The Mexica Movement:
Lectures of Olin Tezcatlipoca