Send us a text Last time, we traced how Mexico’s past built the world we see now. The old systems never vanished—they just changed names. Power shifted hands, but the structures stayed the same. This episode picks up in the mid-1980s, when a young man named Adolfo de Jesús Constanzo stepped out of Miami’s shadows and into Mexico City. He wasn’t a priest, but he carried candles, bones, and promises. He called himself El Padrino. From the crowded streets of Zona Rosa to the back rooms where nar...
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Send us a text Last time, we traced how Mexico’s past built the world we see now. The old systems never vanished—they just changed names. Power shifted hands, but the structures stayed the same. This episode picks up in the mid-1980s, when a young man named Adolfo de Jesús Constanzo stepped out of Miami’s shadows and into Mexico City. He wasn’t a priest, but he carried candles, bones, and promises. He called himself El Padrino. From the crowded streets of Zona Rosa to the back rooms where nar...
Send us a text In this episode of Nightmares of the Americas: Indigenous Tales, we uncover the patterns from the ceque lines of the Inca to the serpent coils of the Mississippi Valley, sacred geometry was functional. Ceremonial. Required. We cover the knowledge keepers who still carry it, the lines that organize spirit roads and cities, and the songs tied to visual patterns in the Amazon. We also document what happens when the pattern is broken — when sacred designs are taken without in...
Nightmares of the Americas: Indigenous Tales
Send us a text Last time, we traced how Mexico’s past built the world we see now. The old systems never vanished—they just changed names. Power shifted hands, but the structures stayed the same. This episode picks up in the mid-1980s, when a young man named Adolfo de Jesús Constanzo stepped out of Miami’s shadows and into Mexico City. He wasn’t a priest, but he carried candles, bones, and promises. He called himself El Padrino. From the crowded streets of Zona Rosa to the back rooms where nar...
