Sunday, December 13, 1521, Puerto de la verdadera cruz (which today is known as Veracruz, Mexico). What you are about to read is what my group of explorers and I suffered on the night of December 10, 1521. I was in a port located on the shores of the Pacific Sea. In the port we were at least 250 Spanish soldiers and about 60 slaves, all waiting for the king's ships to arrive to return us to Spain (It was recently the fall of Tenochtitlan, we have just won the conquest). I was walking in the port and it struck me that some soldiers were around a slave, apparently they were questioning him. I got closer to see what they were doing and saw the soldiers interested in something the native was saying: He mentioned the word "Ascapostlan" while pointing out things of value and raising his arms. A captain who was among the soldiers said to the slave —Ascapostlan? —And the native pointed towards the jungle and began to walk, took a few steps, and the soldiers began to follow him slowly. The slave went through some bushes to show the soldiers a path made of dirt and said — Ascapostlan — while pointing the way. The captain chose fifteen soldiers (I was among them), and we took the slave away. After a day of walking through the jungle, we came to a community that was too small: all their houses were made of branches and leaves and the people were completely naked, it seemed like a poor community. But they were very rare: people, although they were naked and dirty and hidden from the world, brought giant amulets made of precious stones, which was very rare because they were not seen doing some activity that gave them so many minerals. The slave looked very happy and began to hug people from the community, apparently they already knew each other. We thought of attacking them to take their jewels but we realized that they had large, sharp spears with gold decorations, bows with poison arrows, and they outnumbered us. The slave apparently said goodbye to his friends and then began to guide us through the jungle. We arrived at Ascapostlan around midnight. Ascapostlan was a treeless hill, with short green grass, around there was a small stream with clean water and in it you could see the reflection of the stars. At the top of the hill there was a giant rock, which was surrounded by gold and many valuable stones. I and the company began to examine the stone and saw that on one side there were faces that expressed different emotions (it did not seem that the faces were carved by the natives). Under the faces were flowers, food, gold, torches and various human skulls, it seemed that all of this was an offering. We were all very happy and we started stealing all the gold we could, the slave got angry with us and started screaming. The captain got angry and went to the native to fit his sword but did not reach him. The captain was chasing the slave in the middle of the night. I decided to follow the captain while the others stole everything they could. While I was running I tripped over a branch and fell on my face to the ground. I got up and did not know in which direction they ran, I began to shout the captain's name but no one answered me. After about ten minutes I heard the captain yelling desperately. I started running in the direction the screams were coming from. The screams came from a white light in the middle of the jungle, I ran towards her and there was the captain, lying on the floor with broken legs and without eyes, he was crying out desperately that he saw God. I was getting closer to the captain but suddenly he began to fly and among the white light he disappeared. I ran as fast as I could and made it to Ascapostlan. I ran to the stone (I didn't know how I got there) and under the faces, the floor was full of blood, organs, etc. The bodies of every member of the company were literally shredded. I grabbed a torch and ran down the road, I passed by the indigenous community and all of them were singing a very strange song while dancing around a campfire with giant flames and in the middle there was an old woman made almost ashes. I looked at what was happening and I saw that a human form came out of the flame, it didn't look like a man or a woman, it was just getting bigger and bigger until eyes appeared in it, and those eyes began to look at me. The natives looked at me and what I did was run away while they chased me, I ran all night until I got to the port, I could no longer hold my feet and when I entered I ended up falling on the ground. The next day I started telling people that I saw God during the night, but nobody believed me. A priest told me to tell him about everything I saw, and in the end he ended up saying that I saw the devil and that I am cursed and crazy. The priest said they have to burn me alive. José Antonio Domínguez was burned alive by the Spanish Inquisition, after he spent days in the camp saying he saw God. The letter was found tied to a stone that fell on a ship heading for Cuba. In 1522, in January, a general traveling on the ship found the letter. He kept it and rewrote it in 1522 and kept it for many years passing it down from generation to generación. In 1866 it was found by a descendant of the general, in a drawer with more than two hundred years. The letter was taken to the Museum of Fine Arts in Havana, Cuba. The letter was hidden by the church because it was said that it spoke of satan and more creatures of the devil. To this day it is kept in the archives of the Museum of Fine Arts in Cuba.