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To the Aztecs, warfare was their life blood. Leaving childhood, a boy entered a House of Youth, to begin his training. Priests scarred his torso and arms with the mark of the Sun God, and taught him the ballads glorifying fallen heroes.

At fifteen, the boy learned the tools of his profession; the bow, and the sling, the javelin, and the shield; but foremost, the club. It was studded with blades of obsidian, razor sharp and harder than steel. Such a weapon could severe a man's head with one blow. The boy learned how to live through battle, and how to die nobly. He was not to fear death, but should even welcome it. The slain warrior would be borne away on tinted clouds, to live honorably among the gods. He who survived, and excelled, could expect lavish rewards on earth.

At eighteen, the boy was at last allowed to watch seasoned warriors at combat. With his second venture onto the battle field, came his first test. He and five other youths must take a prisoner. If they succeeded, they tore out his heart, and offered it, still beating, to the gods. Then, they feasted upon his body. The first captor was rewarded with the torso and right thigh. The sixth contented himself with the left forearm. Taking a second prisoner brought the young man new privileges and higher rank. A third gave him command of junior warriors, and the right to dance and drink spirits at festivals. A fourth captive made him a fully fledged warrior. A fifth won him distinction in dress. After taking a sixth captive, he joined the exalted ranks from which officers and generals were chosen. However low a warrior is birthed, glory in battle opened the way to noble rank and untold wealth. The King of the Aztecs fought beside his soldiers, wearing the most resplendent feather headdress, but braving the same dangers, his authority rested upon his courage.

A warrior's time in the sun could be brief, if fortune failed to shine upon him, no matter his rank, he returned to work as a fisherman, farmer, or sandal maker. But another summer, and another campaign, and one more chance for glory.

The Aztecs warred incessantly with other tribes. Before fielding their army, they sent out their spies.

Before departing Tenochtitlan, to go into battle, the King requisitioned supplies from each ward, for the journey and battles. Lacking the wheel, and beast of burden, they were followed by just as many porters as warriors.

Priests carrying effigies of the Gods marched ahead, behind raiding parties and scouts, who relayed messages to the main body with conch shells.

Sometimes, days later, outside the enemy city, the two enemies would meet. The battle followed all the rituals of a performance. Generals in brilliant head dresses gathered to decide where they would fight and when.

Receiving the instruction, "Prepare for battle," warriors hurled taunts across the field. When their priests announced the time was right, the chants, and whistles, and war cries, were amplified by conch shells and drums into a riotous din.

Now came the attack, volleys of stones were flung from slings. Spears and darts showered both sides. Then, breaking ranks, the soldiers flew at each other. Amid the chaos of battle, men vied to show off their skills. The Aztec warrior fought as a solitary hunter, competing with his own kind for prey. No warrior stood out more than the elite of the nobles. Dressed in splendid costumes, and terrifying head dresses, the Knights of the Eagle and the Jaguar. Adopting their birds unwavering stare, Eagle Knights bedecked with feathers, screamed as they swooped down on their foe. With the stealth of a cat, the Jaguar silently stalked their prey, and then erupted in a frenzy as they pounced.

The fury of the onslaught would break the enemy ranks, the survivors would flee into their city. As the Aztecs fought their way through the streets, their captains urged them on to the main Temple in the center. Baying and howling, they charged up the steps. At the top, jubilant warriors would set the thatched roof ablaze. It was the signal for victory, and pillage. Amid the ruins, the King would dictate harsh terms. A back breaking tribute was exacted.

Behind the victors on their march home, a single file of captives dragged their feet through the dust, knowing their fate. On the next feast day honoring the Sun God, prisoner after prisoner was led up the steps of the Temple and stretched across a Stone. Thrusting his flint knife under the victim's ribs, the priest reached in and tore out the heart. The proud captor was then handed a bowl of blood from his victim's chest. Dipping his fingers in it, he daubed it across the mouth of each Stone Idol in the Temple. Once more, the Sun God could do battle with the Night. Its thirst for the precious Water quenched, until the next Dawn.

In the following picture of the green obsidian skull you can see a shape forming that will open like an eagle’s beak and expose the face of an Aztec Eagle Warrior.

Let me circle the area of the skull with the forming image to help you orient your eyes. The forming Aztec Eagle Warrior face will be circled in black.

In this next image you can see the head of the Aztec Eagle Warrior.

Again, I have circled the head of the Aztec Eagle Warrior in black to help you orient your eyes.

This spiritual Eagle Warrior can inflict fatal damage on an individual. The Aztec Eagle Warrior spirit can fly at high speed and hit a person in the head inflicting serious psychic damage that can cause serious physical injury or illness and death.

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