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Copyright:  July 3, 2009

With their discovery of an ancient technology in Chichen Itza , two well known archaeologists uncover a buried secret the government and scientific community want to keep hidden. If shared, it would reveal much of history has been tampered with. One version has been for the privileged, the other for the masses.

Chapter One



This was the most important meeting the Mayan Elders ever held. They sensed the fate of the entire world lay in the decisions they would make this fateful night.

Prophecy foretold Kukulcan would one day return. With his first visit he and the other Feathered Serpents had taught them the secrets of the universe and passed on the knowledge to rule their lands wisely. Writing, agriculture, architecture, mathematics, and the workings of the heavens above had been stressed, as had the concepts of Love and the evolution of everything. All they needed to understand, to teach and pass on to their descendants, increasing the odds of their surviving the horrific coming events had been passed to them. Then Kukulcan and the mysterious others had left.

The future of the Maya civilization lay now in the hands of this select group of elders. There were twelve members in all, including Ix'anu, the eldest within the group. A reverent silence hung in the air as each member took their seat at the stone table. The dim light of the torches barely illuminated the room as faint streams of smoke hovered far above, escaping through the vent into the night-time sky. It was cold in the secret chamber but the men were in full dress and did not complain. This was a formal occasion. They would be addressing the Gods tonight and ceremonial attire was required for the honored occasion. In the center of the table was a bowl, contained within was the vehicle that would propel, those who so chose, into the other view, the other way of knowing.

Tonight the elders would travel up to the great celestial places in search of new direction and prophecies. The ceremonies would provide a direct line of communication with the ethereal. The sacred protocols were vital to obtain the precious knowledge that was so desperately sought and needed. They could receive this information directly from their beloved and respected Kukulcan, the bearded, light haired, green eyed teacher, the leader of the Feathered Serpents.

He had come to their home from a distant land, a far away place. His gentel manner and spirit pleased the peaceful people he encountered. With patience and diligence Kukulcan and the other members of his tribe showed the elders and their people how to create and build great cities, how to grow maize, beans, and other crops. Kukulcan had also shared advanced knowledge of the sky charts which fortold the comings and passings of the moon, the planets, and the other heavenly bodies.

The universe, he had taught them, was alive. It was a living, breathing, moving creature, going about its course in predictable cycles, much like themselves. The Earth too was alive, as were the trees, the grass and everything under the sun, each with it's own level of consciousness. Everything was connected, they had been taught, nothing was separate. The rhythms of nature were like a giant serpent that contracts and expands. And within everything there is birth, death, and rebirth of consciousness. They said this civilization was not the first and would not be the last.

This extended sacred knowledge, revered by the ancients and recorded for future seers, lay before them now. It had been inscribed upon stone tablets shaped and fashioned into the Sun Disc's, the all important markers of the passage of time. The knowledge held within could be utilized for the good of all mankind, acting as a guide through the ages, until the time of No Time.

Ix'anu wore the feathered headdress of their beloved Kukulcan as he addressed the others. The elders sat in silence as he spoke. His responsibility was apparent. He knew this knowledge, if stolen, could be used against all Maya of the great lands.

"My beloved brothers" he began, speaking in the native tongue of his people,. "We live beyond the veil of illusion and know the prophecy that has revealed to us the wheel of time, and the coming of "no time". We know the Earth Mother, even now, groans and is in travail ready to give birth. We have felt her shake and move in preparation."

He began pacing as he continued, "Kukulcan is returning. Soon we will be required to travel far away, to rebuild. Since we know the cycles within cycles, we must prepare our people and those of the world for what is to come."

The room remained silent. Only a few nodding heads could be seen. "We must all prepare for the journeys that lie ahead." he concluded softly.

He walked around the table looking at each individual intensively as he spoke. His heart was heavy. He alone knew the truth. He alone knew the burden that was to come, but he could not speak of that now, not yet.

As a shaman, Ix'anu at times shared his knowledge and foresight, and other times did not. Grief, it was said, could overtake a man before he is fully prepared for it. He knew inside himself that preparations must be made before the entire truth was revealed.

He stopped, turning to look at the expressions around the stone table, and continued. "The eye is already visible as it draws closer to Earth Mother. We have assembled tonight to hide away our knowledge so we will not be overtaken and cause our own doom."

The energy in the room became tense. There were obvious questions arising in the minds of the elders. Why were they taught to share and teach, and now, as time moved towards calamity, were they being instructed to guard their knowledge as a secret?

"I decree that we hide the sacred knowledge from all outsiders. We have long been warned concerning others. If we are to survive, we must remove the secrets Kukulcan and the other Feathered Serpents shared with our people. Therefore, I declare that each of you carry two sun disks from this place when you leave and hide them for safe keeping. Guard them. Guard them with your lives. Our Teachers must not return to find we have not been diligent. They would all be greatly disappointed if we were to be careless with that which has so willingly entrusted with our people. We will divide the knowledge, and the secrets will remain safe until the time of revealing"

There were twenty- two disks in all, but only twelve members. Almost immediately, as if in response to their thoughts, Ix'anu continued, "I will not carry physical disks on my person. Being a Shaman and King of this great nation, I would be the first one sought if we were to war with outsiders. It is wise that I carry knowledge only within." "If they were to find me and kill me, the knowledge within me dies also. If I were to possess knowledge they could take, then it would fall into the hands of outsiders.".

When Ix'anu made mention of outsiders, he was not referring to all people outside the confines of the great Mayan city. He was referring to outsiders as people intent on doing harm. Those of who cherish war. Persons who sought to do good deeds and live in peace were always welcomed at Chichen Itza.

The elders knew he was right. Vital secrets could be stolen, and civilizations, with their respective histories, wiped out and replaced with false histories that suited the overtakers conquerors and outsiders. It had been said that a civilization that has no past , has no future. Everyone in the room nodded in understanding and agreement. Ix'anu, seeing that everyone understood, raised his voice and announced, "Let us then, first begin with Saka."

Saka, the ceremony of gratitude and honor was traditionally used to call upon the Gods to honourably and respectfully request their blessings. This night, they would make an offering to all thirteen Mayan levels and spheres of life, where the Heaven Gods and Underworld Gods exist. The sacred beverage prepared by Ix'anu prior to the ceremony, once blessed and offered to the Gods, would then be shared by the elders. When Saka was complete and all blessings offered, the sacred bowl was passed to each member as one by one they drank of the mixture from the middle of the table.

Silence again filled the room, while torches continued to blaze as the symbols adorning the chairs seemed to dance back and forth in the faintly illumination ofted by the flickering light. The thrones on which they sat contained specific engravings which represented each leader present. The head rest was carved, chiseled and fashioned into the shape of a quarter moon which fitted a each man's head nicely during the transitory states.

Nearly 5 feet in height from floor to headrest, the massive chairs were designed to fit even the largest man. Each was created from one large stone carved to encompass a foot rest, armrests, a broad seat and a head rest. The surface was intricately designed and elaborately etched in great detail with symbols that represented four colors with corresponding directional counterparts; four cardinal points.
The North; was represented by White (Sak, Nal), the South by Yellow (K'an, Nohol), the East by the Red (Chak, Elk'in) and the West by Black (Ik, Och'kin).

It would be several hours and nearly dawn before the elders would emerge from their secret place under the temple. Before this long night was over they would share experiences, visions and harvest knowledge. All were equally shared for the good of the whole. Nothing was withheld.

Kukulcan was returning. They even predicted the date of his arrival. The entire future of mankind would soon change. Would vital knowledge continue to survive? Eleven of them would take with them that night two sun disks as they left the temple to try to assure that this record of their knowledge would not be lost, it was so vital for future generations to have access to this information. They had taken great precautions to hide their most valuable secrets. But little did they know...

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