Hundreds and hundreds of years after their empire had fallen...
The Mayans had prayed for a stronger God, and had sacrificed many, the blood had flown across their stone alters, a homage to death, in exchange for
the promise of eternal life.
Always they prayed, to the Sun, the brightness, the energy and the warmth, and yet had sacrificed, to offer life to the great ones, in exchange for
their own survival.
They had made great pyramids, carted stones hundreds of miles along the old trade ways, worked their slaves to the ground to pay homage, almost
crushed their own empires, mined gold and turquoise, rubies and priceless gems, just glittering trinkets for the rulers.
Their Gods remembered them, yet always they prayed for a more powerful God, one that would help them reshape reality itself, let them have ultimate,
unlimited power, more than the Philosophers stone, more than miracles, more than the wishes from a fickle Jin, true eternal power.
Then white men came, from across the sea, bringing with them a more powerful God, a better God, a God of Wrath, warfare, gunpowder and science, the
wheel and the horse and the disease as a weapon, but the God the white people brought along was a different God to the one the white people prayed to
in their homelands...
All that mattered was money, greed, slaves, humans became a commodity, lesser citizens enslaved to the better, but what was better and what was worse,
who defined that, the slaves or the owners?
There was no mercy, no kindness towards a brother, naught but hatred and villainy, in the name of a so-called superior civilization, what did superior
They came from across the sea, they came in ships with white sails, built by the makers, designed for perfect voyaging, trade, commerce, and
communication, yet lined with cannons, from a place where war was rampant, and sometimes might was right.
Here, far away from the laws of the homelands, might became right, the way of the gun meant more than a smile, and that was the corruption that
They had fought over God before, Christian might versus the Moors, and had bested many, now they were fighting against heathens, no time for culture,
no time to learn, just to ravage and kill and steal the gold, burning and looting the histories of the ancients, no respect, and no care.
After the white man\'s God came, the Spanish conquistadors, bringing with them horses and disease, small pox, rape and pillage, but an end to the
sacrifices, the old warlocks of the Mayans, they placed a curse on all if they ever lost their right to rule, that when the stars aligned, and the
planets too, empires would fall, plagues would come, the four horsemen and more, the death to the spirit world, the oldest booby trap, and white mans
devil laughed and helped them set the booby trap.
The God they wanted, they thought was gone, so they sought the devils help, and he promised, a Dead hand system, one fueled by the power of God
itself; "If your empire falls, we will kill those who come next,” but the devil never finished his statement; “And help them topple your empire,
help them trigger your bomb.”
The system was set for December 21st, 2012, the alignment, pure energy channeled, and like all energy, the capacity to help and harm interwoven.
Rediscovering the past...
An article in National Geographic several years ago; a man explores an ancient sacrificial well, a bodies found at the bottom, wealth, riches,
turquoise and gold. Deep skin diving, water, one thinks of the desert, of the high mountains, less so of the jungles, the deep, 80 meters down they
find something, a Rosetta stone almost, symbols and language, the solar system laid out, then back one, the galaxy, then back one, the many, then back
one, the big bang, then back one...
No one had ever seen that far back, the archaeologist didn't see that then, but the truth was there.
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[edit on 15-4-2009 by pandorashope]