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Calixto was a young man who lived in the rural area, far from the town.

Every weekend he went to sell his agricultural products and stayed at his uncle's place. On Monday
very early he was returning along a narrow path that led him to his house, crossing a wide
mountain full of dangerous animals. He was not afraid, he was brave, one weekend he decided to return early,
it was "Sunday the seventh".

-Calixto, stay, it’s a bad day... -said his uncle.

The young man ignored his uncle's request. He arrived home at sunset and heard whistling.
partridges at the edge of the field, grabbed his shotgun and went hunting.

Immediately he arrived at the place, and with great caution he approached where he heard them scream, the last
Once. He advanced crouched down, saw a branch move.

Indeed, there they were perched, he raised the shotgun, aimed, and fired at the figure. The birds flew away and
one fell to the ground, was searching and heard something struggling, the partridge was in its last moments.
of life, he propped his shotgun against a tree.

When they proposed to raise the dam, an extremely rare exotic being appeared and ed their way.

He was left stunned, it was something unheard of. The strange being was tiny, with a little belly, black teeth and
outstanding, completely hairy like a bear, he had a long mane that reached the ground,
a foot upside down, and it wore leaves as a dress, it was actually horrible.

The little man grabbed the young man to bite him and they started to fight, after a fierce scuffle.
took advantage of an oversight by his opponent, delivering a strong blow, and immediately let go.

With great agility, he jumped to where his shotgun was and shot at the stranger in the belly.
the dwarf fell on his back to the ground, his intestines were spilling out and he had to put them back in place.

Calixto, upon seeing that scene, dropped his shotgun and forgot about the partridge, running to seek help.

He arrived home foaming at the mouth, climbed two steps, and fell unconscious to the wooden floor.

Woman, something strange has happened to Cali! She goes to the door and finds her child lying down, she gets scared upon
seeing him in that state, calls his wife, looks for his shoe, attends to the fainted one, grabs his machete and the
candil. Take care of cali, I will go in search of the healer!

After a certain time, the two men arrived. The healer took care of the young man, taking him
pulse.

It will be fine soon.

The healer began to smoke his pipe, and with the smoke, he was blowing over the head and the rest of the body.
of Calixto, who remained lying in the shade, unable to speak. He did the same thing three times.
operation.
 He is already cured.
-What has he/she had? -asked the father.
-What has my little son suffered?... -the mother walks around the covered area.
Sir -he sat down and an ironic smile appeared on his face-, it was the chullachaqui that scared him.

The chullachaqui? -the parents repeated.

Outside the house, the healer narrated how it happened. The parents were amazed.

The chullachaqui is the devil of the jungle, it appears to all people who do not believe in God, or do not
They are baptized, the boy will be fine, he has already passed all the danger.

The next day he told his parents, just as the healer had narrated. Then he went to the place of the
happened to pick up the shotgun.

The ground where they fought was all disturbed. The bird was being eaten by ants and to one side
there was a small rotten log with a hole in the middle.

-Let's go home -said the father-. Now let's think about the godparents to baptize Cali.

Yes, the godparents -said the Woman.

Don't be afraid -said the teacher-. It's just a story.

Source: The Guardians of the Sacred Island

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Before the Peruvian sierra was inhabited, the territory of MADRE DE DIOS was already populated by a numerous and noble
army of SILFOS, dedicated exclusively to caring for and improving nature. The elder huarayos say that these
beings had as their only food the dew that remained turned into droplets on the leaves and flowers.

SILFOS EJA was its highest chief. He was 80 cm tall, with round and playful eyes like those of a jungle rabbit. Each
Tomorrow the army of sylphs was checking how the jungle was and reporting to their leader. Sir, the banks of the rivers are very murky.
and the little fish do not look so beautiful. Then sprinkle it with gold dust. Sir, the añujes and picuros are growing.
many teeth because they do not have to grind.

Grow trees with hard fruits, ordered Silfos Eja. Immediately his men planted the chestnut. Divine chief,
Another one said, parrots can't lay their eggs in palm trees because they are too hard. Let the woodpeckers do it.
Every day was the same. Removing a rotten branch, placing a leaf in such a spot, healing an ant, mending a nest, etc. A
Tomorrow SILFOS EJA was surrounded by all his men and he asked in surprise, 'What happens, sons?' 'Sir, sir, you are...'
Raras have entered your domains and are destroying everything. They kill our animals, chop down our trees, take away the gold.
from our rivers and have even eaten the eggs and chicks of our birds.

They are very cruel, sir. The boss listened in silence. His calm face gradually becoming colder and harder than metal.
then with a thunderous shout he ordered, 'Follow me!' SILFOS EJA rose into the air and behind him rose his
men. Minutes later they descended into a beautiful granite temple, where they only worshiped the god once a year.
of life. The temple was called Pai-ti-ti and according to the elders, it is located in Manu.

It was there precisely that, from an altar of gold and diamonds, SILFOS EJA, in a grave tone, said to his people: "children, each one
yours is immortal, we cannot compare or fight with inferior beings, however, our peace has been disturbed and
 I will not tolerate it... I will punish those intruders until they pay with tears and blood for the damage they do to our land and only
I will allow them to bring diseases and pain to your distant soil.” You, he added, from today will live in the trunks of lupuna,
good and bad could only leave there to confuse the enemy on their way, taking them deep into the
jungle, where you will leave him to his fate. He ordered everyone to go out at night and place themselves near the camps of
the invaders. He asked another very special group to collect all the varieties of minerals, animals, and plants and it
They were taken to the deepest part of the jungle to save them from strange ambition.

After this, the old chief entered the temple floor to await a response. The sylphs spread throughout the jungle. They made
growing thorns on the bales, made the snakes poisonous, the gentle tiger became fierce, the ants, the isango, the
wasps and even ticks became aggressive to defend their world. The grandparents say that it was precisely in
this time when the rivers changed their course to bury forever the rich beaches and on them caused swamps to sprout
swamps so that the invader would never find them. The foreigner felt the change and was afraid, but his ambition was so great that he...
they insist again, until they reached deep into the jungle.

There they had children and those in turn had theirs, who began to love the jungle and forgot their sickly ambition.
SILFOS EJA then left the temple floor and called his people to announce that it was time to forgive the invaders.
Almost everyone was satisfied.

The rest returned to the jungle and still continues to hate the outsider, drowns him in the river, gives him yellow fever and malaria, drives him crazy.
nibbling on certain plants. SILFOS EJA still lives, its faithful men continue to care for the temple of life, perhaps until
his boss decides to give all his wealth to the people who, like him, love this land very much.

The rest of his army is also alive in the bulky trunk of the lupuna, pona, and cashapona. Only the bad ones have.
turned into shushupes and are looking for victims everywhere.

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A thousand years before SHAJAO existed, the curaca of the huarayos, at the confluence of the rivers Madre de Dios and Tambopata.
there was a great height, where the natives did not dare to enter for fear of the motelos and the beliefs associated with that place
it had been held for many previous generations.

And it is that, in this area of approximately two square kilometers and at about fifty meters above sea level
peaceful waters of the two rivers had dominated the motifs for thousands of years before our narration.

It happened that in those times when the goddess Pachamama still spoke with animals and men, upon seeing the motelos
They had grown so much, as many of them weighed over 150 kilos and had multiplied into hundreds of thousands in this
height, he ordered them to abandon those lands. The motels that they had there were abundant and had good ravines.
with clean waters, they did not heed the orders of their god, and with the slowness and laziness that characterizes them, after
Having passed several months, they still did not think to lift a finger, until tired and angry, the god Pachamama...
disobedience, gave them a deadline of one day for all the motorcycles to leave the place, warning them that if they did not do so, the
will make it disappear from the earth. Even with this warning, the motelos were not concerned about obeying. Once the last deadline was reached,
God Pachamama made it rain for seven days and seven nights in a torrential manner in this area.

The rivers increased their flow by more than twenty meters above their normal level, then unleashed a strong gust of wind over the area that
lasted several hours and uprooted many trees; and finally sank the entire area of two square kilometers into the
waters of the two rivers. The mudslides with the torrential rains, the terrible windstorm, the falling of trees and the sinking of
the earth, crashing violently against each other, the shouting was terrible, thousands were dead and injured; and finally
many of them floated on the waters carried by the winds. The natives had moved away from this area and several
hours, outside, terrified.

When the waters receded to their normal level, the silent and fearful natives, with the distrust that characterizes them, began to...
they approached to see the land of the motelos, but it no longer existed: it had disappeared. In its place, a shallow area had appeared with
hundreds of thousands of fallen trees, countless motorcycle helmets partially buried and in front, almost on the other bank of the river
Tambopata, a great palisade of motorcycle helmets. According to the ancestors, now this punished area where they lived
and the motelos took over, it was called Pueblo Viejo and the large heap of motelos' hulls has turned into the gravel
what we have on the other side of the Tambopata River, in front of the beach we visited in the summers.

You can check it, there are still petrified cases in that gravel.

Liliana García Pérez- Santa Rosa School

Puerto Maldonado - 1990

In a small village in the jungle lived an old woman, accompanied by her young son. Near the house there was a stream of water.
where they collected water to drink and prepare their food. Both sides of the path that led to the ravine,
they were planted with cassava, forming a narrow alley, whose rustling of the leaves will be like an incomprehensible dialogue
every time the wind blew.

There the young son of the old woman was going to bathe and bring water, enjoying the sight of the rustling foliage of the yuccas, trying to
understand that strange whisper of nature.

It happened that one afternoon when he was headed to take his usual bath, he saw a huge green worm, called
cornegacho, hanging on a cassava leaf. He felt a strange compassion for him upon seeing him solitary and defenseless, and moved by such
feeling, he says: Poor worm, if you were a woman you wouldn't be hanging there, you would be in my house and sleeping with me in my
bed. Then he continued on his way, bathed, and after fetching his water, returned home. Later, mother and son had dinner.
cheerfully next to the stove that crackled sending off sparks that resembled tiny fireworks.

After dinner, both went to sleep, each to their own bed. When the young man woke up, it would be around twelve.
At night, he felt that someone was by his side. That someone was a strange woman with whom he began to
they talked and very soon they became so close that he made her his own. That night she enjoyed an unparalleled pleasure that only magic and the
the charm of that woman could offer him.

When he woke up the next day, he didn't want to lift his mosquito net and left it stretched so that his mother wouldn't see such a strange thing.
And she, during the day, turned into a worm, hanging from the ceiling of the mosquito net. This is how the days passed.
days and nights between forbidden pleasure and the shock of being discovered by the young man's mother.

Soon she got pregnant and they had to be more careful during the time of the pregnancy. One day, the mother of the
young, very worried upon noticing that he no longer raised his mosquito net in the mornings, she says to herself: Why so much
Doesn't this boy lift his mosquito net? And while complaining, he went to lift the mosquito net.

The worm that was hanging and about to give birth to the "unnatural" child it carried in its womb fell! Thud!! On the
the bed bursting and at that point a baby started crying that the lady picked up, cleaned, providing all kinds of attention,
but the mother worm died. When the young man returned in the afternoon, he found the child, the fruit of his forbidden love with the woman.
worm.

The boy grew up under the protection and care of his father and grandmother. The neighbors who found out about this fact did not
they stopped bothering the man by saying: 'Your worm!', 'You, devil!' They bothered him so much that one day he got fed up and very
worried he said to himself: How do I get rid of this boy? Trying to comply with his purposefully unnatural, he thought about
Take to the river to fish and one afternoon he said to him: Tomorrow we will go fishing, get ready early.

The next day, the river, which was already 8 years old, got up early and after some preparations, went to.
fishing with his father. When they arrived at the ravine, they spent many hours fishing and fishing, but no longer
They hardly caught anything. When the task was done, the father said to the river: Wait for me a little bit.

And having gone fishing, he hid in the forest, very close to where the boy was, to see what it was.
what he was doing. The boy got tired of waiting for his father to return and in desperation began to shout: Dadddddddddddy!
Daaaad! But no matter how much he shouted and shouted, no one responded to his call.

The dad, who was hiding, continued to watch him. Then he started to think out loud saying, 'He has already left me. What'
What should I do? If I become fish, they will catch me and eat me.

If I turn into a snake, they'll kill me. No, better I'll become a toad. And thinking this way, he began to climb a tree, and
When he was halfway up the trunk, he started to croak: croak, croak, croak, he croaked.

As it climbed up, it croaked and croaked, and little by little it began to transform into a toad, first its legs, then its arms, and everything.
his body transformed into an unknown small green amphibian.

The tadpole boy was already reaching the top of the tree when the father, surprised by such a singular event, came out of his...
hiding place and began to call his son, but he no longer returned as a person, but kept climbing.

The father, very saddened and unable to do anything, returned home. It is said that since that day, there are those little frogs that croak.
very sadly at night in the treetops.

To verify that it is true, ash is scattered around the trunk of the tree where the little frog croaks, and the next day it
You can see the footprint of a child, but only the left foot, while the right side is the print of a toad's paw.

Elisa Guerra Souza 1990.

EPlitiati

Since the distant times of the Conquest, there has been talk of the existence of 'lost cities', the legendary Paititi and of the
fabulous riches hidden among the forest of the Madre de Dios Department, perched on the slopes of the
Andes what penetrate how spurs in the jungle virgin.

Numerous expeditions have been conducted to find them, yet none of the explorers have.
located so far.

In this regard, Father Aza says in his 'Notes for the History of Mother of God' that Father Cenitagoya, also a missionary
Dominico informed him about monuments of respectable antiquity found in an expedition to the Pantiacolla River, when he
established the Mission what it carries the same name.

These remains, of which there was no previous information, consist of inscriptions and figures carved into a rock in a
eleven meters long by two meters wide.

The greed of the Spanish conquerors for gold and the desire of the indigenous people to rid themselves of them led to the
the early years of the conquest to the proliferation of legends about empires of fabulous riches and beautiful women, nestled
en the thickness of the jungle.

One of the most interesting tales of this type is that of the Empire of Paititi, recorded and mentioned for the first time by
Alvarez de Maldonado upon the return from his unfortunate adventure to the river Madre de Dios, or Amarumayo, which was the name with which
the Incas they met this river.

The confused idea that was held at that time about the region leads to fantastic rivers being attributed in the accounts of the era.
journeys through distant places. And so, in the version left by Alvarez de Maldonado about his expedition, they are mixed and
confuse the rivers Apurimac, Jauja Jircas, Bitter water, Manu, Etc.

The fact is that according to this legend of Paititi, at the confluence of the Madre de Dios and the Beni, with the Mantaro River, which is
It was thought to extend into the interior of the Amazon rainforest, there was an empire from which the Incas originated.
who in turn had later failed in the attempt to conquer their supposed predecessors.

As had happened with previous legends, the myth of Paititi spread and gave rise to many attempts at penetration into
the jungle of that region, also known as the region of the mojos, part of which is today located in the territory of
Bolivia in search of the wealth what himself they supposed existed there.

From Cochabamba and Santa Cruz, expeditions frequently left to explore the Amazon jungle, an activity that
it took on unusual intensity when the legend of Paititi became widespread and thus, most of the governors of Santa Cruz
they did constants attempts of penetrate in the region of the Mojos y reduce them.

Such was the interest placed in these adventures that even the President of the Audiencia of Charcas, Juan de Guizarazu,
he prepared an expedition that never took place, but it led him to gather important documentation on all the
attempts what until so himself had done y suspicious results.

Among the documents he gathered is the account of the priest of Mataca, Diego Felipe de Alcaya, who says that the Incas
they a
penetrated the Mojos region they y
engaged in bloody struggles with invasions by Guaraní people.

Alcaya also says that an Inca general, a nephew of an emperor named Mango, managed to subdue the Indians of Paititi and
his empire arrived to have
a a large extent.

The Count of Castelar sent a chronicler to the King, indicating the region of the rivers Madre de Dios, Beni, Mamoré, and Andera.
According to this sketch, the central region of the Paititi Empire would be located at the confluence of the Beni and Mamoré rivers.
what is Bolivian.
Despite the numerous expeditions carried out by the Spaniards to the area of the supposed empire, it was never found.
indications of its existence.