I know the jungle is alive. I know it is a community, with the plants, animals, rocks, water holes, and unseen guardians all working together. But when you feel the power of it directed at you, when you are the one interrupting the peace, the awareness of the power of this connected wild community suddenly becomes very real.

The offering is for the four Chaacs, the Maya rain gods whom are honored here and who care for the people by bringing fresh water to fill the ancient wells and quench the thirst of the land.

Xibalba. The Underworld. Place of Fear and Lords of Death. Why on earth would anyone want to open a portal to Xibalba?