Expedition in Meso-America

[Preface]

It started out as a simple probe to determine whether I could make a documentary
about ancient rituals of the Maya and how much was lost versus how much was
retained in lore, traditions, and knowledge… What I didn’t expect, was a vast treasure
trove of scientific insights far beyond what most people have been taught or
programmed to believe about the Mayan people.
The deeper my research took me down the rabbit hole the more I realized we have
been completely misled about the levels of sophistication that were present in early
antiquity.

[Mar.12-Apr.11/2004]

My first glimpse of this postulate, was during a trip to visit many ancient sites in the
spring of 2004 in the Yucatán, Chiapas, and Guatemala region. I brought GPS Survey
equipment, laptop, commercial video camera equipment, as I was prepared to interview
experts on-sight while taking measurements and working with a local Time keeper
named Hunbatz-Men. While it is tantalizing to think of gaining access to some kind of
abridged historical textbook that laid everything out perfectly, it never worked that way,
everything was cryptic and in the small little pieces scattered in the wind, in the
ground—for there is no one individual alive that could answer the questions about how
the Meso-American cultures produced such a mesmerizing calendar of such incredible
accuracy [back then I didn’t know much detail, but read what I could about
archeoastronomy and alignments of passageways with key times of year, and they
would measure the shadow each year at the same time to compare orbital deviations.

[Mar.14/2004]

My first major stop was to visit the island of Cozumel, famous for pirate treasure, etc.
One evening on the island I found myself meditating on the beach, after reaching a
deep enough stage I probed for a simple question-answer. Where are the proofs of
ancient sophistication? I was looking for evidence that could be used to prove that an
ancient [advanced] civilization once flourished in the region. My answer;” the treasure
you seek is beneath you now”. I thought this was a hallmark of ‘front loading’ my remote
viewing target as I had read earlier about the Pirates and the obvious burial of treasure
in a beach was too easy… Therefore, I thought my consciousness was playing games
with me, later this turned out to be quite revealing…

[Mar.15-17/2004]

After visiting Chichen Itza, I made my way to Valladolid where I met a local who could
translate the lore of the area. It was in the art gallery-museum, which described (visually
with massive murals) the history [before and after] the conquistadors arrival. There was
one painting that caught my attention, it showed the Mayan shaman in the center
peering into a crystal sphere (about the size of a Palantir-from LOR-Tolkien) he could
see [via scrying] the arrival in the ball of the Spanish conquistador ships that were to
arrive in the near future, all of his [Mayan] comrades looked over his shoulders, wanting
to see what he could see. My immediate thought was,” I wonder where those Crystal
balls have gone to?” So, I started asking around, to see if there was any locals who
could answer that for me. There apparently was not anyone who knew this answer, so I
put another piece of the puzzle on the back burner…

[Mar.21-April.2/2004]

It wasn’t until I arrived at Palenque in the Chiapas province that I started getting some
interesting data points. One day after the typical howler monkey morning, I awoke in my
hammock and heard some adjacent camping americanos talking about the full moon
coming up and they were planning to pay off the park guards to gain entrance at night to
do a ceremony in the Palenque Park. It was here that I met a local herbal practitioner
who was an understudy for his tribe’s regional shaman. After the ceremony I
approached a young park official who conducted tours during the day at the park for
tourists. I told him I was filming a documentary and collecting information, and asked
him if he knew anyone that understood the area and historical lore. He told me to meet
them at the park the next morning and he knew someone in mind that would be able to
help, but I would have to pay for both of their salaries for the day as the other guy did
not speak English at all.

[Mar.22/2004]

Well, as coincidental as things are the other guy, we were going to meet was the same
shaman-apprentice from the Full moon ceremony. We recognized each other and after
some negotiating, we walked off the beaten trail to disappear from the typical old tourist
trap trails lined with sales tables, and emerged on the trail of the shaman…
We ended up having to sneak behind a park perimeter patrol which for all intensive
purposes appeared like military personnel, armed with a large semi-automatic guns. As
we walked through the forest making our way around to the backside of the ‘Temple of
Inscriptions’, we were making some small talk and at the point that we have ascended
to the peak behind the temple, finally my queries we’re starting to sink in. At the time I
had all my camera gear in my backpack and my guide tells me that he thinks the
shaman-park guide finally understands what I’m looking for. I had been describing the
painting I had just seen in Valladolid and was curious about the whereabouts of these
[rare] kind of objects, such as the perfect crystal sphere in the mural used by an earlier
shaman to see the Spaniards arriving in their boats.
I discussed this with my two park guides, the young shaman was very resourceful and
had described taking other high-level archaeological expeditions into the backwoods.
He apparently knew the terrain very well, having lived in the region his whole life. While
the three of us were standing in the middle of the Forest, he drops the first bomb on my
head…
The shaman continues describing the academic groups he led throughout the jungle
looking for similar artifacts and that whenever they find something of a unique grade
stature or caliber like this crystal ball I was referring to, he said they are taken into
private collections and rarely ever get to see the light of day [i.e. public museums]. I
pressed him further about what private collection he was referring to, is there a group
that orders it or is it just any rich person who wants to buy sophisticated trinkets from a
society that wasn’t supposed to have sophisticated trinkets. His answer was rather
emphatic and without hesitation he simply said more often than not the items are taken
to the Vatican and that they had control over items of this kind.
I thought to myself, finally I had hit gold…! Unbeknownst to me as to the candor of my
park guides, when we had finally got to a picturesque interview point across from the
Plaza from the temple of inscriptions, which was perfectly framed in the background. I
set up my camera gear and proceeded with what I thought was going to be an amazing
interview, and rather amped about revealing information about artifacts being
stolen/sequestered into private collections into the Vatican. In other words, I was hyped
to break a huge story and get eye witness proof that there was a group of
archaeologists working in concert with the Vatican to maintain a filter to which highly
coveted and/or sophisticated pieces from antiquity would never get to be seen from the
public perspective.
Unfortunately, as soon as I started setting up film equipment, we lost our privacy and
little kids started to gather to watch what was happening, and when I brought up the
subjects of our hidden historical relics, getting sequestered into the Vatican in the
interview, my two park attendees went as stiff as a board. After a bunch of back and
forth from the two in fast peppering Spanish, they said they would not speak about it on
camera. Nor would they speak about it out in the open (public), for fear that another
Park official would hear them and they would lose their job or potentially worse. It was at
that point the truth of the statement that they made in the jungle started to settle in.
Perhaps I did not realize the serious nature of these claims and the repercussions that it
would have on these individuals and their families (as park jobs were considered fairly
coveted positions). What their serious need for silence spelt out to me, was this was to
be taken seriously, and they were not joking about that. Otherwise, it ingrained a deep
gouge in my brain that there was much more going on than I had imagined… So, I had
another tantalizing clue I had to put on the back burner, but now I was burning with
questions, how much was being hidden? Why would the Vatican hide outright pieces of
advanced civilization that would help corroborate the fact that there was sophisticated
technologically-engineered pieces from antiquity? Control the historical narrative…? Did
these pieces of history challenge the current orthodoxy, i.e. world view, or paradigm?

[Apr.2-Apr.11]

As I laid in my hammock on my final days in Tulum, reflecting on all of this material,
wondering how far the rabbit hole went down this path of inquiry?