The Aztec underworld, Mictlan, was said to be comprised of nine levels through which the souls of the dead traversed to their final resting place. It was a journey punctuated by nightmarish obstructions such as swirling rivers of blood, winds of flesh-rending daggers, ravenous jaguar spirits and pendulous mountain ranges that hovered and clashed like wrathful fists. It is appropriate then that our recent crusade south of the equator delivered the TEMPLE of WATAIN to six countries over the course of nine hellish days. As might be expected on such a wild hunt, we met many psychopomps along the way who illuminated our path and assisted our mission, some of whom you will meet in the intimate behind-the-scenes photos I have selected to share here. There were many more who chose to remain in the shadows. They know who they are, and so do we. To all of the brothers and sisters we met in the sultry and sinful lands of Mexico City, Central and South America, I humbly offer my deepest gratitude and respect. Until we meet again...
