I was born at night.
It was a fire time of an earth day, and the air was warm and pouring wet.
Fate it was, then, that I was a hybrid.
But I did not know that; I did not know that until I was me and not everyone else.
Since I was born, I could spit fire. When my mind lights up, I can spit fire.
When I was young, I could not control the fire in me. I was predicted to be a rebel by my superiors. Some tried to control me, some didn’t, but I was too free to be unfree.
I was born at night.
From the shell of an egg I came; half eagle, half snake; a feminine activity, a masculine passivity.
I was taught to move through earth, and subsequently, through water. And, ah, what a sweet discovery; I spent days and days and days underwater.
But I discovered myself that I could also fly. I taught myself how to fly, and ever since, I have never and will never stop.
I was born at night.
But I was told to live the day and rest the night. I tried to be like the rest, and failed, but one night, I discovered life at night. There, I met my community.
The night is an intense place, so dark, it gets to you. It gets into your core, without revealing your shell. At night one is anonymous, one can be whoever and whatever.
So that is where I created myself.
From the shell of an egg I came; an ecstatic explosion, layer by layer, even the softest, revealing my core.
I slithered, I swam, I hopped, I flew… in the imaginary Eden I was; I was everything and nothing.
I was born at night, but then the morning arrived.
Every ray of light that emerged from the sky, every piece of me I lost to the dust.
The dust that alone is invisible but together is unstoppable. The dust that we can only see if enlightened.
I became ashes, ready for the force of the wind to take me.
But I am magic, and now, from the ashes I emerge, fighting the force.
Because the night is as powerful as the day.
A virtual rituality experience.
Let me seduce you with this story, a self-portrait of a spirit animal: half eagle, half snake, my yin and yang energies balancing each other. I am as much fire as I am earth, as much water as I am air – what Huitzilopochtli pointed out as the Aztec establishment, the Mexican symbol - but in this story, the eagle doesn't eat the snake, "masculinity" doesn't conquer "femininity"; they come together, become one. Let yourself be enchanted by my dances. Listen to the beat and feel.
