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He also believed in the Nine Malevolent Spirits who reside in the nine<br />
levels of the underworld.<br />
“They are the ones who answer the calls of the black magicians,” he<br />
warned. “They also come on the Winds, but they do evil. They like to come<br />
in the night.”<br />
At one time the Nine Benevolent Spirits had lived in Tikal, he said. But<br />
once the archaeologists had come, they had fled seeking refuge in more<br />
remote ancient temples as yet inviolate. At first they went to live at<br />
Uaxactun. “When archaeologists came to Uaxactun, the Spirits fled to a<br />
place called Caxcun on the border of Belize and Guatemala where three<br />
hills come together to form one peak.<br />
“Caxcun is enchanted and is now the home of the <strong>Maya</strong> Spirits, and no<br />
one can or should go there,” he told me. “Many have tried. All have failed.<br />
Some gringos tried to climb to the top of the peak and were pushed back<br />
repeatedly by the Winds, and the dirt under their hands turned to sand and<br />
they could not get a grip. Later, the same gringos tried to come back <strong>with</strong> an<br />
airplane to fly over the area, and even the airplane was prevented from<br />
going there by a strong Wind that continually blew it back from the area<br />
and prevented it from flying directly over Caxcun.”<br />
When the good Spirits had left Tikal, he said, the evil ones had taken<br />
over Tikal as a favorite earthly haunt.<br />
“That is why I would never go to Tikal again,” Don Elijio said. “I am<br />
afraid.”<br />
Spirits also lived in lesser ruins like Xunantunich, a small ancient city<br />
just across the river from Succotz Village where he had grown up.<br />
“When they first opened the tomb at Xunantunich, the workers fell to<br />
the ground in a stupor. Just before passing out they heard<br />
hmmmmmmmmmm,” said Don Elijio, making a loud and eerie humming<br />
sound. “Some of the workers died.”<br />
By now we were standing in front of a Guaco Vine, which I found hard<br />
to discern from Chicoloro until Don Elijio sliced through it and showed me<br />
a characteristic starburst pattern at the core of the vine. He held the severed<br />
vine under my nose and told me that this was the female of Contribo and<br />
used for ciro. The odor of Guaco was faint in contrast to Contribo’s<br />
overwhelming pungency.<br />
As we chopped Guaco, Don Elijio explained that he wanted to hold a<br />
Primicia for me now because Good Friday of Holy Week was coming and