We have a predator that came from the depth of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoner. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, hopeless. If you want to protest it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so ... indeed we are held prisoners.
They took us over because we are food to them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available them.
Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of belief, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our system of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our dreams of success or failure. They have given us covertousness, greed and cowardice. It is the predator who makes us complacent, routinary and egomaniacal.
In order to keep us obedient and meek and week, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre - stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist; a horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind. The predator's mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now ---Don Juan Matus
