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Saturday, April 10, 2010
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
STORY: DOOMSDAY REVELATION: THE MAYAN PROPHECY (THE PEOPLE)
DOOMSDAY REVELATION:
THE MAYAN PROPHECY
THE PEOPLE
10.1.1.1.7.2 Manik’ 5 Kumk’u G9 – Thursday, 22 December 850AD
We have learnt our teachings from our god, the great Ququlcan, through his messengers, the divine shamans. He has taught us the way to plant our maize to feed our family, he united us. He gathered us through our shamans and bade us to build him stone structures. Huge and magnificent they are, with meticulous calculations and designs. Some like me were taught the art of writing and drawing. We were also taught various skills by our revered Ququlcan.
Today is the ascension of our new ruler, Xu’mal of the city of Chichen Itza. Blood-letting and sacrifices are needed. I feel honored to have a member of my family to become the sacrifices. The Temple was tall and clear. I was standing halfway at the stairs, highest among all of our ancestors. The child boy was the first. Tied down onto the stone plate, the A’Nacom used his bright obsidian blade to pierce through the baby’s chest. The heart was pulled out and immediately burnt.
As the smoke began to change color I stood there watching the shaman going into a trance. He was shaking like never before. I could guess that this was not usual by the faces of the Priests standing beside.
MY LORD, NO! NO! NO! BE GONE YOU DISSAPOINTING BEINGS! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO EVEN STEP IN MY CITY! LEAVE BEFORE YOU ARE KILLED!
It was puzzling but we started to walk back to grab our tools. Vines from nearby trees started to weave out at a remarkable pace. I have never seen plants grow this quickly. We must have angered the gods! We ran non-stop from Chichen Itza, all the way back to our village. By then, the city was already covered partially by the forest.
We were shocked and frightened by what had happened. Our village elders held a meeting and agreed to stop our blind worshipping of Ququlcan. We do not want our village to be taken away.
12.19.19.17.9.6 Muluk 12 Mak G7 – Wednesday, 12 December 2012
The media is giving a whole load of attention to the 22nd which is ten days from now. Those false prophets and soothsayers are spreading their network of lies and deceit across the globe. My research is setback by those people, with their head full of greed. My research takes me back to my roots, a distant and forgotten root. The Mayans were now in global spotlight with thousands of researchers both formally and informally carrying out their studies to their calendar. It seems that those Mesoamerican natives whom I now call ancestors believe that this ‘cycle’ will end in a horrifying earthquake which will bring the strongest of our nations to it heel. Personally, a whole load of crap, but if the world isn’t going to end, why am I being ordered to look into this? Why is it so coincidental with everything? The name Ququlcan comes out every time we look deep into my ancestors’ calendar, why is that? We will get to confirm it in ten days time, and hopefully I will be getting my pay by then…
STORY: DOOMSDAY REVELATION: THE MAYAN PROPHECY (THE SHAMAN)
DOOMSDAY REVELATION:
THE MAYAN PROPHECY
THE SHAMAN
10.1.1.1.7.2 Manik’ 5 Kumk’u G9 – Thursday, 22 December 850AD
I stood behind the altar, with remnants of dried blood at the edge. So be it, it will soon be bathed in blood, its crimson gleam in praise of our father, Ququlcan. Seated in his throne, Xu’mal, the new monarch of our land, awaits the final step in becoming the true ruler, Zuk’karh, the offering of a pure heart.
I caressed my blade as I hear the child’s cried from the edge of the steps as my servants carry him up the dark red steps. He was dressed in regal attire, painted with beautiful patterns taught by Ququlcan, fitting as a gift. By the time he reached my altar and tied to the stone tablet, he has stopped crying, but only staring at me.
I am A’Nacom! I speak the will of Ququlcan!
I lower my blade to the child’s chest and pierce the soft skin and bones. The last scream echoes throughout the silent citadel. I cut the heart, pure, innocent, devoid of stains of the land and thrust it into the sandalwood fire. I bear the heat and pain as the fire scorches my fist. I let go when the heart boil.
I scream chants and lost tongues taught and forgotten. I watch in horror as the smoke morphs and changes color, this does not happen. I feel a presence so strong overcome my consciousness. I pass into oblivion.
10.3.11.14.9.12 Muluk 17 Kumk’u G1
I awake shaking. Awaken not in body but in enlightenment. We are wayward.
We have strayed from what have been taught in the last age. We have killed in his name, against all he strived for.
Ququlcan is angry. He is very angry. He has given us one cycle, to redeem ourselves, or feel his wrath.
STORY: DOOMSDAY REVELATION: THE MAYAN PROPHECY (THE GOD)
DOOMSDAY REVELATION:
THE MAYAN PROPHECY
THE GOD
Great evil is coming, treachery, deceit and corruption, the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.
Today, they are crowning a new monarch. I could only hope that this new king will be resourceful and help make the Mayans prosper. Looking at the feast they prepared in my name, I could not help but feel adoration towards them. It was then that I decided to do something to help stop the arriving plagues of doom.
The underworld gods were strategizing to bring the downfall of the Mayans. Unfortunately, gods aren’t able to directly interfere with the mortal world. That’s why I appointed a shaman to carry out my deeds. Searching for my loyal shaman, I noticed a baby, barely a month old, crying at the top of my pyramid temple altar. Horror filled me as I saw the baby tied onto the stone tablet. To my astonishment, the beautiful patterns designed by my own hands, meant for protection and pureness, were painted on the baby. It was then I noticed the shaman, my supposedly loyal servant. But, I can see in his mind how the underworld gods have corrupted him. So, this is the way they will bring the Mayans to its knees. I shouted in anger and slammed my fist onto the ball of sphere they call Earth. In the mortal realm, earthquakes with magnitudes off the scales tore apart the earth. However this did not stop them from carrying out their rituals.
The shaman, carrying a ceremonial sacrificial blade, prepared to kill in my name. Disgusted and enraged, I continued to watch the ceremony, giving the benefit of the doubt to my loyal servant. As the shaman stabbed and carved open the baby, tore the heart out and burnt it in the fire, my temper flared and rage took over me. I appeared before the shaman and gave my warning.
Today I am your savior, in the future, if these foul practices continue, I shall destroy all. My will be done.” With that, I sacrificed myself to the king of gods to ensure the purity and safety of my Mayans. My blood flowed into the forests, prompting growth of the plants at an unseen before rate. As my spirit slowly decay, I watched in comfort as the people fled the gradually overgrown citadel.
Aeons passed and the planets are aligned once more, I am reborn. I came back to Earth. To my dismay, they have stopped worshipping me and started practices that befouled the world. I have sworn to myself shall bring forth the end of time. I stepped into reality, for one final time.