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Booklet: Athena, Arcadian Awakening
By: Olivia Robertson
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Chapter 6: Yucatan
PART ONE: THE NARRATION
“TO REACH THE HEIGHTS WE NEED TO PLUMB THE DEPTHS.”
HOST IN YUCATAN IS LEON KINICH. VISITANTS: PATH GUIDE: ELAINE, PRIESTESS OF ALCHEMY. HELPER: AIDEN, PRIEST OF ALCHEMY. DEIRDRE OF THE VISIONS, ORACLE.
KINICH: I call upon the Fellowship of Isis from despair. Our once mighty civilisation stemming from the continent Atlas, surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean has now fallen under foreign rule. We are poor derided, downtrodden. We have betrayed our country by losing the power to resist. Weakened by dreams, we have forgotten our Goddess Maya in Her own land of the Mayans. I hear one of your visionaries has seen Maya, and that Her Golden Condor has come to you. I seek Her Oracle for guidance to restore our ancient faith.
ELAINE: We are honoured to fulfil your wish. Our Oracle, Deirdre of the Visions, has already received a vision in the Heavens of Maya. Our Priest of Alchemy, Aiden, will invoke the Goddess.
AIDEN: I invoke the aid of the Goddess Maya, through Her veiled Priestess. Holy Maya, You appear across the sky as a copper-coloured Sun. Your children are lost to Divinity. Help us to restore your faith in this your land.
ORACLE OF THE GODDESS MAYA
Do not despair! In My Thirteen Heavens, humans are courageously facing the passing of the fourth sphere of emotional control to the fifth sphere of the consciousness of passions. There are many races who attain initiation easily, as they have never endured the ordeal of physical incarnations, through the labyrinth of space and time. Those in solar bodies are glorious as Gods and Goddesses. But you, the suffering ones, only regain your true Being, Divinity, through ordeals. Trials seem cruel, but know that the Mothers and Fathers who have given you birth have put you to school in planetary evolution. And though you endure unspeakable pain, you win a wonder unknown even to Deities. You have found your true originality peculiar to each one of you! Without a single soul, the peacock-starry sky would be incomplete.
The Plumed Serpent of Divine Energy rises slowly within each of you, and when you win back your birthright, you have no spectacular fall! Those spirits who fly too high have to return to Mother Earth in shame. You deal with humiliation, guilt, evil passions daily, not as the leaping jaguar, but rather have a sure slow progress, like a quiet cat who has learnt to rest before a hearth fire!
AIDEN: We give thanks for the heartening Oracle of the Goddess Maya as She opens Her great dark eyes and smiles!
ELAINE: We request you to give us your narration of your soul’s journey. Tell us why you feel desperate to save your land.
KINICH: My very name betrays my divided soul. I was born of a Spanish sailor and a Mayan woman Shaman. Both taught me their religion, and both had much in common. Our Mayans had, through Toltec and Aztec invasions, destroyed our country through human sacrifice. Our loving Kukulkan declared to His people: “Give me your hearts.” Unfortunately, as is the way of organized religion, this request was misunderstood. I feel the grief of the God Kukulkan at this evil distortion of his loving words.
When I turned to my sailor father’s religion, I believed at first that his church only had symbolic sacrifices, infinitely superior to the faith of my mother. However, I was disillusioned when I discovered that my father’s ancestors had burnt tens of thousands of people to placate a God of Love. They made fools of heretics by putting pointed caps on their heads and garments painted with flames, to indicate that they would burn forever in “hell.”
AIDEN: You dwell too much in the past. We are civilized now. There is progress through the rational sciences, and organized social welfare for all. Why not join our modern world of democracy, freedom and progress?
KINICH (LAUGHS BITTERLY): How can I be enthusiastic about the British and Americans who dropped two atomic bombs? So much for science! Their technology will be the end of our planet through pollution. The money grabbers are cutting down our rain forests in stupid greed.
ELAINE: True. But individual people are far better off. They are healthier and live much longer.
KINICH: But at whose expense? Ours! To me the most detestable sight is to see poor Mexicans attending a clinic to sell a kidney for a rich European. All over the Middle East and India the poor show the scars on their bodies where they have donated vital organs to extend the life span of the rich. Destitute families sell their children to paedophiles in order to eat.
ELAINE: You have succeeded in filling me with horror. All my Liberal Optimism fades faced with evil. We in the “white” countries are as Vampires, feeding off the poor. You have all the skill in manipulating our emotions that will make you become President of your Republic!
KINICH: Gladly – if I have a solution. I have none. I have faith in no-one – except my dog. Here he is – he’s called Hunhau.
ELAINE: All that you have described is a nightmare, a distorted holographic dream. Humans, not the Gods, distort divine teachings. We need to attain a Causal Realm of being. Are you willing to enter trance with myself as Shaman?
KINICH: I would not trust a man. He would try and get hold of my soul. But I trust a woman. I trust you . . .
HE LIES ON A COUCH WITH HIS EYES CLOSED. THERE IS SOFT MUSIC AND THE SCENT OF INCENSE. ELAINE PUTS FLOWERS BY HIM.
ELAINE: I can’t get you into trance, because you are extremely suspicious! You have one eye open. You need extra Shamanic Help.
AIDEN PICKS UP A DRUM
AIDEN: Kinich, magical bird, come with your magical wings! We shall leave you for forty minutes.
THE COMPANY LEAVES KINICH BY HIMSELF, SAVE FOR HIS DOG, WHICH LIES AS GUARDIAN AT HIS FEET. FROM AN ADJOINING ROOM COMES THE SHAMANIC HEART-BEAT OF THE DRUM.
PART TWO: ALCHEMICAL RITE
THE OCEAN ISLAND OF MAYAPA.
“FIRE AND WATER ARE LOVERS.”
IN THE HIDDEN TEMPLE OF THE MAYAS
SHAMAN, ELAINE. HELPER, AIDEN.
AIDEN: We are in this hidden Temple of the Mayas, concealed from curious eyes by high and ancient trees, and blessed by bird song. Birds are our only visitors. Kinich, I am here to help you if you lose your way.
ELAINE: Kinich, you do not speak . . . You are too deeply in trance. Speak to us as you make your way. Where are you?
KINICH: I am lost in gloomy darkness. I am descending into the depths. Yet my heart is filled with a nostalgic ecstasy. I know this way. This was made thousands of years ago. It is a journey through the earth, yet I am surrounded by hundreds of spectres who float above their skulls. These skulls gleam with supernatural green light.
ELAINE: Where are you going?
KINICH: I am drawn by a passionate longing to reach the Sacred Golden Temple of thirteen ascending octaves of Sacred Sound that is concealed, and yet sheds its holy light. The music is not heard by the profane but sends its Divine music throughout the starry heavens. Yet I am impeded by a feeling of guilt. My heart is poisoned with hatred at the evils that pollute our earth. I pray for help to the Winged Serpent Kukulkan to awaken!
AIDEN: There is someone coming behind you from the light. Look round! Here is your Guide.
KINICH: I look round. I am disgusted. I see what I most despise – an arrogant richly dressed tourist – a woman in sunglasses. She is impertinent enough to keep taking photographs!
I cannot see her clearly because she stands against the light. She says in an American accent: "My legs are killing me!” She produces a bottle of fizzy drink. “I’m parched. I’m going, I need water. I must sit down.” She is looking around her. “Fabulous!” she says. “There’s some sort of hidey hole! Let’s go there!” In a dark wall I now see a door and through this is a cave. I follow the woman in. We both squat on the floor on a rug which she spreads out for us.
“You look pretty done in,” she says. “It’s a nice interesting resort, Latin America, with nice excursions. But I suppose you’re just exhausted. And these natives do beg. I’m running out of change. I’m sorry for the poor but there’s too many of them outside our hotel.”
Suddenly total rage consumes me. I find myself declaring that I am a native Indian as she calls us – and a torrent of anger carries me away, overcoming all longing for spiritual peace. She is sitting with her arms round her knees, and as a final insult calmly finishes her mineral water, and sucks a peppermint.
I turn on her. “There you sit,” I say, “well fed, with you white people living off our vital organs while you strip our country of our trees and dry up our rivers and threaten our earth with atomic war!”
The woman says: “And are you people so peaceful and good?” Now I feel ashamed. “No,” I say. “We did great evils in the past that I can hardly bear to contemplate. So I see no hope for us humans. I only trust my dog.”
The woman says: “There are always two ways of looking at things. You see a blood-stained body without a heart – I see a shining crystal skull attached to a God with a ruby heart. What are you looking at now?”
I look around me. I see an empty crumbling cell with human and animal bones. There is no water and I feel we are trapped.
“So we are,” says the woman. “Not just metaphorically. Do you observe a landslide?”
To my terror I see our entrance is blocked by a fall of earth. I start clawing at the earth to escape. I command her to help, but she sits quietly for all the world like a complacent cat. She is combing her long black hair . . .
Now I have a new fear upon me – a fear of the supernatural . . . Yes, I like mythological beings that lived in past ages. But this is now! I am in the presence of a witch. I know they abound these days in the West as they are no longer burnt. I know now why people burnt and drowned witches. They were afraid of them. So am I. I see her shadow in the form of a huge dark cat silhouetted against the wall. It is hissing . . . !
“Aiden, help me. I am lost in some underground hell with a witch and a black cat. I never believed in them. Now I do. Protect me!”
AIDEN: Ask her name.
I look in the woman’s eyes and I say: “Tell me your name."
Suddenly a miracle happens! I ascend in expanded consciousness throughout a mighty four level pyramid. The whole underground realm becomes the base of the pyramid. We, the woman and our dog and cat are standing in the centre surrounded by trees whose roots extend like a grid about us. The woman takes me by the hand and she opens her dark eyes and she laughs.
“Welcome home, Kukulkan,” she says. We do not need to rise for we extend through the pyramid, and our heads reach the stars and are crowned with rays of Light. Round our bodies are flowers and fruits, all the bounty of the earth bestowed throughout the ages. I see the past and I see the future and all is well. But she has still not told me her name.
She says: “Kinich, what will you do to create a world that mirrors forth its Divine Origin?”
I remember long ago some woman said I would help the people by rulership. I say: “I would bring humans, animals, plants, the sacred gifts offered by Nature Spirits. We will force none, however helpless, but bring honour to all even through loving one creature. All are born of the Mothers. Heaven and earth are one through harmony. My despair is transformed to Bliss.”
The woman ascends into the sky and her body is shining with copper-coloured Light. Her hair is raven and flows down her back and she is seated cross-legged from East to West across the sky. There is the singing of a woman’s voice ascending in octaves through the four worlds.
“Know me as She Who holds Past, Present and Future as One. Hear my Name. I am Maya.”
Even as she says the word, I see the sky filled with the mighty golden wings of a Golden Condor, with a small blue bird above him. As the Divine Goddess disperses Her light through the cosmos, I hear Her words.
“Kinich, You are the Avatar of my Consort, the God Kukulkan. You have returned upon the earth with your blue Firebird, Kinich, to bring fire to the fearful, gentleness to fiery warriors, and Love and Wisdom to all. As you enter the haven of sleep you shall awaken to my Paradise of Mayapan, ocean island surrounded by the ocean of air and water. When you awaken as the sun rises I will bring to your mind what you will act during each day. You will bring my blessings wherever you prevail. Return to earth and bring this enlightenment to your friends who have come far to be with you.”
I am slowly returning from ecstasy and feel now a peaceful Love. I know now that each man and woman and creature must find their own way through the jungle by the mighty river to reach their own way to Heaven, as a river finds its way to the starry sea.
END OF TRANCE.
KINICH SLOWLY RECOVERS FROM TRANCE BUT KEEPS A STATE OF BLISS. THEY ALL GIVE THANKS TO THE DEATHLESS DEITIES AND OFFER THEIR CREATIVE INTENTIONS TO BRING THE EARTH TO PERFECTION. THEY SHARE A FEAST OF FRUIT AND WINE WITH THE INHABITANTS OF A NEARBY VILLAGE, THE WOMEN IN THEIR BEAUTIFUL WHITE EMBROIDERED DRESSES. AMONG THEM ARE TOURISTS, WHO DISGUISE THEIR STATUS AS PILGRIMS BY WEARING DARK GLASSES.
End of Rite.
SOURCES:“Mexico and Central American Mythology,” Irene Nicholson, Panther. “North American Indian Mythology,” Cottie Burland. “Atlantis and the Giants,” Denis Saurat. “Queen of the Sun,” Emory J. Michael, Prescott. AZ. “The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision, (Celestine Prophecy),” James Redfield. “Maya, Goddess Rites for Solo Use,” Olivia Robertson. “Short Stories,” Jorge Luis Borges. “The Old Man and the Sea,” Ernest Hemingway.
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