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During this long period, there should be a "brotherhood with many lineages", that from underground and out of sight of the invaders, maintain secretively, the Toltecáyotl teachings, the most exquisite creation of old Toltec grandparents, shall be transmitted from generation to generation; to our finest children.

Your night flight will have to cross over all these injustices and loot, without the exploiters seeing or feeling you. Your flight must be quiet, hidden and nocturnal. You shall hide in the darkness of times.

Hence, our children's children, will be cornered, without words, and as vagabond shadow in the emptiness of the defeat, will be scattered and obscured. The defeated will be fiercely denied any value and will always be stripped and treated as foreigners in their own land. The main weapon used by the oppressors will be the people’s own ignorance, the loss of identity and memory, of all the children of the earth between the great waters. They will live as ignorant foreigners, poor and without rights in their own land.

Injustice will be so great in those days, that a struggle will ensue that will impose a Government that will cheat the children of the children during almost two bundles of years, delivering the blood and the land of our children, to the most powerful Lords who live beyond the sea, which in those dark moments will dominate all the land.

These will be times of pain and emptiness. Almost all of our children will be blinded by the passion of matter possession. Their hearts will almost wither; their minds will be numbed and will have no memories; at those times nobody will remember the old Toltec grandparents and much less the Toltecáyotl. They all will have their eyes; mind and heart fixed on matter and will continuously search for an identity in distant lands.

The children of our children will be foreign ignorant in their own land. They will be lost in a maze of loneliness, desiring

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