Cheran Trip

When I first came to Michoacan at the beginning of June, I flew part of the way from Hermosillo to Guadalajara, and then I took a bus again to Uruapan. Along the way, I saw the small town of Cheran, which for some reason, really intrigued me.

This video was taken under cloudy skies on a rainy day. Lucille drove us. Sarah and her friend Aurora came, too. You can see photos of the four of us at the end, where we stopped at a little road side restaurant that Lucille knew of, and had lunch. We had a bit of a misadventure in the actual town of Cheran as Lucille was driving us around for me to get photos. Without realizing it, we went the wrong way down a one-way street and got stopped by the police. Fortunately, we got off with a warning, but we all had different ideas on how to interact with the police. Let’s say we were definitely not prepared to be stopped by the police.

I had learned a little about Cheran before our trip, and how this small Purupecha town high in the mountains had relied on timber for income. When Narcos came in and started illegally logging their woods, the women of Purupecha defended their livelihood in a confrontation where they blocked the logging trucks from coming in their road to town, arrested the loggers and set their trucks on fire.

After this successful resistance, the town of Cheran went a step further, and declared their independence from Mexico, which has been recognized by the government. Today they govern themselves in an unusual system of several councils. i would like to learn more about how they regulate their affairs. If I have any detals wrong in this account, please correct me in a comment.

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Born Otober 11, 1953 in Lansing, Michigan, U.S.A. My entire life, my major interests have been reading, studying, and writing. I also like traveling, singing, taking photos, and conversing with people. I have always been interested in the news and what is happening in the world. My inner life and being in nature are also important to me. I'm a nomad, moving from one place to the next, experiencing the good and bad of different locales. I've lived by the sea, in the desert, in the mountains, in large cities and in rural areas. I can't say what I like best; each place has something special, although preference is to live next to water, if possible. I am a tree lover. I really see trees; you might my even say I worship them. It seems most of the photos that I take are of trees. I have been developing my ability to communicate on a telepathic level with animals, trees, and even people. My primary profession for the past 24 years has been teaching ESL. I have also worked as an executive assistant, legal secretary, and temporary administrative assistant. In my avocations over the past decade, I have worked unceasingly as a political activist and lightworker. I more or less follow the shaman's path with dreams, ceremonies, gemstone healing and sound healing, communicating with spirit, and visioning. I call myself a peace visionary, but wrestle with my own tendency towards emotional violence that gets expressed in anger and rage. More and more, it seems, I find people's behavior towards each other and our planet intolerable. I often feel extremely alienated, but I understand that my exquisite sensitivity to the energy field, while making me more vulnerable, also makes it possible for me to tune into the heart of what's going on and to get the bigger picture. My viewpoint has been shaped by many forces, both inner and outer... by my students learning English, my friends from many different countries, my language studies and travels, living in other countries, my interests and studies, which are many and varied, including science and technology, economics, international politics, alternative energy and building techniques, architecture, art, music, history, feminism, the oceans, environmentalism, esoteric studies, literature, Asian culture, etc. I am single, I suppose by choice, although not always. It would seem that I have been repeatedly unlucky in love. If I am to have any dignity in my old age, I must resign myself to an ebb and flow in this regard, it would seem, although I would prefer a constant partner. I yearn for a constant partner, but like all yearning, it peaks and lessens, and sometimes entirely subsides. Despite never having married, I had the wonderful good fortune to have a son at the end of my 32nd year. Raising him as a single mother was never easy, but I had great joy along the way watching him grow and go through all of the stages of becoming a man. I have never been prouder of anyone than I have been of my son. When I was younger, it was so important for me to be independent; but, of course, I never really was. Then it was freedom that I really valued, but nobody is truly free in our world. Now, I suppose, I want to better understand how interdependent we all are, and to flow with what that really means in a graceful, open way.
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