Negro Macario Pantoja

The Black Antonio this singular
Character was born on May 8th
1927 at 10:00 in the morning in
Belén a little town full of breezes

Dusty coming from the lake
Of Valencia in the hamlet
Platanal, Municipality
Carlos Arvelo of the State Carabobo. Son
Of Estefanía Barrios and José León, had

A sister named Natalia Barrios
(In honor of his grandmother) both natural children
Since their parents never married
Having his mother at the time of
His birth 15 years old

His own mother Estefanía tells
When she was alive, about the childhood
Of her son the Black Antonio

“My son from birth was a boy
Healthy, playful, with brown eyes
Seeds that stood out
Grew up among trees and animals

Some domestic and others wild... In Belén
A town belonging to the Municipality Carlos
Arvelo of the State Carabobo, which still preserves
The Lake of Tacarigua and its mountainous beauty

Through those hills that are not seen at night
He ran like an untamed colt, like all
The boys of the time. He developed very
Fast, I think it was the cow's milk and its

Derivatives that this town still preserves
Peasant people dedicated for life to
Agricultural and livestock work”

I remember my son's fleetingness, he was very
Jealous and quarrelsome, he helped from a very young age
His father to deal with the few animals we
Had, we were small-scale milk producers. The little black boy is how I
Remember him, he was very giving, he liked
Fair things, many times he had to fight
With other young people to defend

Others defenseless. I always told his
Father José León: “What has to be, has
to be! What belongs to the priest goes to the church
It's best to put him to study to be a good man

Unfortunately in Belén there were no schools
Almost all its people were illiterate. They were people
Of myths and legends, dreams and daydreams
We had to settle for giving him the responsibility

Of his education to Eusebia, who acted as
Teacher and had in the living room of her house ten chairs
And an improvised blackboard. In the afternoons from 3PM
To 6PM, my little black boy went to the teacher's house to learn

The first letters. Eusebia had
Revolutionary ideas for the time. I remember that
When the little black boy began to attend the teacher's house
I think it was the time of Medina

Angarita and she was already clandestinely responsible
Of the National Democratic Party later
Converted into Democratic Action

They say that Black Antonio in the time
Chronological in which he developed did not
Correspond with his time, he thought beyond
Always referred to a type of society

More just, in which all its members
Had the same opportunity to develop
Without castrating anyone. As he lived discrimination
In his own flesh, he dedicated himself to practicing spiritualism

He was always preparing potions for the
People who were sick, he had a time when
He smoked tobacco, which he stared at when
He lit it. When he left the army, he spent

Around two years at his mother's house
At that time he dedicated himself to studying the metaphysics
Of the Argentine Joaquín Trincado from his own
Lips, the black man was passionate about this earthly
Master, it is not known how he did it, but they say

That in his room there was a wide bibliography
Of that author. Many people went to consult him
Women, peasants from other parts, politicians
Professionals. On Sundays they made a mixed stew
For the people who by the dozens came to
Consult him. He only asked for a contribution of a locha
With what he collected he went down to Guigue and bought cane
Clear aguardiente, cocuy, honey, bee
Tobacco, talcum powder, candles and white candles
Yellow
Red and purple. He looked for the plants in the
Mountain. Sometimes he took people to the river
Undressed them, impregnated them with the potion he
Prepared them, lay them down with their arms outstretched
Demarcating them with talcum powder and lighting candles
White and/or purple, as the case may be

Many deaths are attributed to Black Antonio
Thing that was not really like that, they killed one
In Guigue: Black Antonio killed him; the next day
One in Puerto Cabello: Black Antonio killed him

And it turns out that how did he manage to be in so many
Places at the same time. Among the many
Anecdotes or experiences of Black Antonio is
The time he went to visit his mom in New

Valencia, via Tocuyito, once Miguel arrived
Ángel to the house and as the police (DIGEPOL)
Were hunting him, they looked for him, they looked for him
And they didn't find him and five minutes later he arrived

He at his mom's house and she said well here
DIGEPOL was and how come they didn't see you?
To which Black Antonio replied: They didn't see me
Because I was hiding behind that little stick

Yes, but that stick is very thin, the mom said
To which he replied: Yes, but I say a prayer
And no one sees me

Black Antonio began to make his appearances
In the spiritual world, specifically in the cult
To María Lionza in the 80s, where until the
Present day has helped, advised and rescued

So many people who walk the wrong paths
Since the date of his death (May 25, 1965)
His remains rest in the General Cemetery of the South
In the Municipality Valencia of the State Carabobo, where

The faithful and believers have erected a mausoleum
In his honor in which daily offerings arrive in
Gratitude for the favors granted

Black Macario by the chamarrera court is a
Spirit of high light very straight, strict very jealous
With his protected and the knowledge and when
He says or does something it is because it merits it and he does not usually boast

He is an herbalist, chews chimo, drinks
Aguardiente and rum when he is
Upset, in the black court he is
Wizard of wizards with an infinite wisdom
Also he is very respectful

With a hoarse and thick voice he wears a hat
And espadrilles, respected in the cult
By the earthly and very bright
Just as he does he also undoes and

Generally he is in a good mood but
Also depending on the case spirit
Of light of many words and good
Valuable advice. By the court

Black one of the most
Terrible as the linseed
Valleys two great spirits
Prayer to Black Macario

Oh Black Macario Owner of great strength
And mystique of great power I make a plea to
You oh Black Macario to purify my soul and
Strength to keep my spirit from falling into

Material temptations, nor have hatreds or resentments
In this world to give help and succor to the poor
And the beggar as God did. Amen
A Our Father is prayed and a light is lit