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gong sounded. Then again and again. Everythingwas still except for the rhythmic, repeatedsound. There was an eerie feeling; we all movedcautiously. Suddenly, after the last beat of thegong, we heard a frightening scream, cry, andthen a sadistic laugh. We stopped in our tracks. Isensed we were in for a rough night. Just beforedark our patrol separated and two overnightcampsites were set up. Later, in the dark nightthe gong started beating again and we started tohear explosions and the sound of gunfire fromthe other campsite. Throughout the night thatpatrol was surrounded by movement, sniping, abeating gong, and the sound of screams andcries.I thought about how man has always usedreligious symbols and signs in the name of glory,God, war, and self-righteousness. With thatperspective, what I had seen on that altar in LosToriles was not really so unusual.Back in our motor home heading towardGuayabitos we felt a sense of relief. But fromthen on I was always wary of old men dressed infeathers.Los Toriles - Altar situated in the main hall of thetemple for the wind god, Ehecatl / Quetzalcoatl.It is known as the Round Pyramid