My name is Twyla Rayne. I am an Apache Indian from the Mescalero Reservation.
Otero Mesa is more than just a place to me. It’s a sanctuary, it’s a place of peace, understanding, reliability, not only for me, but animals of all sorts, as far as spirits go. I felt spiritually reborn; I am concerned for its spiritual well-being. Like a seed it needs care, patience, time, it needs nutrition, not only to a certain extent but for it to be completely pure it needs natural resources to be as providing as possible, it still feeds on its instinctive well-being.
Who are we to contaminate that?
My dream is to keep it pure, pure of bad spirit, pure of unwanted corruption, pure of contamination and for its natural elements to remain. It was not only a stronghold fortress but a place of spiritual renewal and visionary aspects, a place of mental sanity. I can feel it just looking at pictures and remembering the present smells, the sights, the calming sensations of the neutral atmosphere. When I first got the privilege to go visit the place for the first time, I was excited. I couldn’t wait to go, and I knew it would mean the best to go dressed in my cultural clothing, knowing that moccasins haven’t stepped foot on the natural desert terrain for generations. It was something very special to me. A feeling that goes deep into spiritual meaning, a movement that would take away any value that money could never buy. My ancestors presence and to relive the patience of the true nature of our people, my abalone shell on my chest, the buckskin fringes on my dress, the feathers in my hair and the hide under my feet. We were one and we were home, I could feel it. The crunch of rocks and sand underneath my feet, and the sight of the cliffs reaching for the sky. It was all too perfect, like a missing puzzle piece put into place or a diamond in the rough. Those are the best kind. I can see why wildlife is so isolated there, because it’s the strength that Otero Mesa provides, its security.
Dawn, and mist hold the desert, solid cold holds the cliffs. Thousands of exotic desert plants, rocks, grasses and carved-in petroglyphs in visions of our past. A place of focus, a place of spiritual understanding, a place of vision and like any other colorful canvas, a masterpiece of Apache culture. In my eyes, one of the purest in New Mexico wild land, a piece of No Man’s Land. Owned truly of Apache spirit. The consumption of its natural resources, of its maintained minerals will not be used for humanity needs. Never will I see this place be un-naturally treated. Not while I’m alive.
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