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The first time I saw Cachora he was sitting in the shade using a needle and thread to thread tiny seed beads. He was about 85 years old, wearing no glasses. The sight of him actually able to do this made me laugh hard out loud. He commented without looking up, in Spanish, saying he was just another Indian doing handicrafts. I had been told that he was Don Juan. He spreads this rumor himself, but it is not hard to figure out that he isn’t.
I asked him if he was a shaman, to which he responded negatively. He said he was a man of knowledge. He then began to tell me his entire cosmology. He began with his birthday and place, then his parents birthdays and place. He and his father were born in Rio Yaqui, Sonora, like Don Juan. Cachora’s mother was from Oaxaca. His parents had met while collecting plants for medicine. He told me his parents had never used pesos in their lives, but had traded medicinal plants for all they needed. This was their craft and way of life. The vest he shows here belonged to his father, and was worn for healing ceremonies. That is the case, if Cachora is telling the truth about this vest. He is what is known in the world of medicine as a coyote. He lies a lot, misleading and amusing himself with the confusion of others. So I took the birthday information and went to a book store to buy and reread A Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda. The first fact given about Don Juan is this birthday, many years before Cachora’s.
This man of knowledge became my friend. I called him on the Don Juan thing on my second visit. I also remembered to bring him what he wanted rather than money. This practice made me a favorite. His first requests were for some specific stone beads, some hummingbird feeders, and some reading glasses. I returned with his wish list items about three months after we had met. I used to hang out and joke with him, learning a little about plants. He told me that I am a siren.
I spoke with a friend in Tijuana last year and learned that he was still alive and kicking. His much younger wife, Josefina, had died, but he was in the company of a young girlfriend from Spain. He is not Don Juan, but, as he puts it, there is some of him in all those books. South of Tecate, in the valley of the sorcerer, a Yaqui hombre de conocimiento named salamander (that is the translation of Cachora) is still in the business of knowledge.
During the late 1960’s Carlos and I were in grad school at UCLA. Sharing his anthropological interest and schooling, Carlos became my favorite writer for many years during which Don Juan was firmly integrated into my imagination and, I suppose, persona.
In the European tradition we expect names to contain a definite blood lineage wherein proven people possess the names, the genes, and the heraldry of that lineage.
A few years ago I was mildly surprised to come across another Don Juan (Ruiz) in The Four Agreements. And today I read about your Don Juan Cachora; Yaqui names and lineages are definitely animistic and spiritual, hence enabling Don Juans to arise with the coyotes. And I like that a lot.
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I read the books in the late 60s, but when I met Cachora it was about 2002, so I had only a memory of the entire series.
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Love your story and photos! So nice to know that the art of bartering is still alive and well in some parts of the world…in theory makes much more sense to get something you want rather than paper bills:-)
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fabulous article and photos.
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Thanks, Fiona and Jess for stopping by to check out Cachora. I have not been across the border since 2003, but I was told he looks younger than ever…Gerry, I have heard the same about you..
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