Systematic annihilation of Maya history mimics our own By: Ken La Rive
In the Communication’s department at Loyola University, I was force-fed religious study and a dialogue (discussion) class every semester. At the time I was pulling my hair out, but later in life I realized just how relevant it was in my everyday life, and also just what it means to be a human being in a world of lies and deceit.
I’m sure you will agree that it is difficult to see where you are going if you have forgotten, or are being lied too, about where you have come from. I think that some of the problems we are having in this society are directly the result of this... the destruction of our heritage. My father told me that I should try and learn from his mistakes, as in that way I would be a whole lot further along. I see that now. The comparative study of religion and civilization opened doors to my thinking, and first stimulated my interest in Archeology, and the Maya.
The Englishman and the madman explores Palenque, Chapas. Keith Mac Clean and Ken La Rive (the author) 2006. In our hotel bar, Villahermousa.
Did you know that the great flood found in the Christian bible is also found in some form or another in nearly every culture around the world? Monuments were built around the world that precisely aligned with the north and south poles, the equinox of the sun, the phase of the moon and planets, that took a great deal of accurate observation, with instruments mostly lost to time.
Surely you would think that we could duplicate it today! But how do you move giant blocks up a cliff face without leaving a scratch? How to you build pyramids in America without the use of a draft animal for hauling, a metal cutting tool, a compass, or the invention of the wheel? What has been found here in the Americas is just as astounding as what was going on in North Africa, Europe, China, and the Mediterranean at the same time. There was something astounding and complex manifesting itself here, and that something is still a mystery.
With time, the Smoking Mirror faction of priests had him expelled from the city, but as he and his followers left, he promised he would return, as was found in what was left of the written history of the Aztec.
Montezuma, the Aztec ruler at the time of the Spanish invasion, interpreted these texts before Cortes had actually appeared, and when a runner came and told him of the white men with beards, who were riding animals, both as predicted, he was shaken to the core. Because of this revelation, he virtually opened the gates to Cortes and his hundred or so men. Secondly: Nine out of ten people were already dead from smallpox, influenza, and measles shortly after first contact. These Mayans were not immune to European diseases, and it was a horrible way to go. Try to put that into perspective here in the U.S.? How in the world could we fend off an aggressor with so much of the population gone? It is amazing that the Mayans were able to take a stand at all. Indeed, they did, but with the Spaniard’s more sophisticated weaponry they were able to impose their own “Spanish Order,” in a very short time, spreading this plague into South America, annihilating the Inca to the south, and the many tribes of Indians well up into Canada and Alaska, as well.
You draw my heart to you with hooks, oh
Lancondon of selva. The last percent of humanity that
resists the Spanish fly of Chiapas under a thatched roof and
a barking dog. Where first there was laid that maggot
parasite of twisted Catholic processes, who still feed
on the wounds of their own creation. You were scourged and
mangled into oppression, but still remained resistant.
the soul of Chiapus, still singing the jaguar song.
They thought your back was broken. By the heat of
white fever virus, by the heat of countless deaths in
the name of gold, by the heat of your burned books,
codex's, and hopes, all for the exchange of dogmatic truths…
and what of the drug lord? Still you cling to what you find
was never lost inside.
What keeps you so?
Deep in la selva you drag your chains to be heard. Your
diamond patched frocks over eagle motifs still cling to the
great wheel of you ancestors. That long count calendar mark
the days by cycles of concentric spirals, repeating. You were connected with the past, a long past, and a future they say ends in 2006…
Do you ring in the new age by example? Where is your strength to survive?
of PEMEX trucks on mud rut roads, of coffee, banana, sorghum,cocoa and chicloros, tobacco, the filtered jewels of marijuana and coke plantations; of alcoholism and tuberculosis, malnutrition and cattle carrying parasites...
Hachakyum, help you! “Tengo mi pistola, me mota, y mis
huevos. Entiendes mendez?
Trucha! Yo estoy hecha de otro arbol! Your hooks are deep in my swelling heart… Hide, oh Lancondon. Hide in la silva! Survive Zapatistas, and the Mexican Army. Hide from absorption, hide from genocide!
Remember Toltec, “Feathered Serpent”,
From the setting sun his armies rent.
Taste victory cries in Nahua tongue,
From Tula to Chechen Itza won.
Kulkulkan’s flower, a jaded throne,
With feathers, of science, and of stone,
He swept his art upon the land,
And created with a civil hand.
Caracol followed Venus’ path,
And turned away god’s bloody wrath.
The cenote cleared of jaguar red,
Starved for the sacrifice it fed.
But the rift of “Smoking Mirror” blood,
Made more empty gods of sand and mud.
In offering precious lives of men,
A codex of terra-cotta ken.
He tried to quench the bonds of fear,
With sweetened flowers, of virgin tears.
Image, given by children of corn,
From Tula, where gentle gods were born.
Reflecting a “Smoking Mirror” core,
Obsidian demanded blood once more.
Hearts were rent from captive cries,
And again held beating to the skies.
Tezcatlipoca wrest his flower king,
And Quetzalcoatl fled on eastern wing.
His ideal lived long on legend’s bard,
And returned by steel of Cortes sword.
Pure Maya blood, on stucco glyphs,
Formed by constellation shifts.
Yucatan ruins in jungle jade,
For furious gods of blood well paid.