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The
Prophecies of South America
Part Five: Quetzelcoatl
Hundreds
of North and South American Indian and South Pacific legends tell of
a white-skinned, bearded lord who traveled among the many tribes to
bring peace about 2,000 years ago. This spiritual hero was best known
as Quetzelcoatl. Some of his many other names were: Kate-Zahl
(Toltec), Kul-kul-kan (Maya), Tah-co-mah (NW America), Waicomak
(Dakota), Wakea (Cheyenne, Hawaiian and Polynesian), Waikano
(Orinoco), Hurakan, the Mighty Mexico, E-See-Co-Wah (Lord of Wind and
Water), Chee-Zoos, the Dawn God (Puan, Mississippi), Hea-Wah-Sah
(Seneca), Taiowa, Ahunt Azoma, E-See-Cotl (New Guinea), Itza-Matul
(Yucatan), Zac-Mutul (Mayan), Wakon-Tah (Navajo) and Wakona
(Algonquin).
When
he left the Toltecs and sailed away to the East, Kate-Zahl promised
to return to them after several cycles of their calendar. He made a
prophecy about the destiny of the sacred city Tula (now identified
with Teotihuacan in Mexico) through two millennia. The Toltecs would
be conquered first by the Sacrificers of Men (the Aztecs), then by
white-skinned, bearded men of the East carrying fatal thunder-rods
- the Spaniards and their guns:
Further
off there is another invasion. In ships many bearded men are coming
from across the Sunrise Ocean... I see these men taking the Broad
Land... They do not respect our trees of cedar. They are but hungry,
unenlightened children...
Would
that I could speak to these bearded farmers. I have tried. They do
not hear me. They go on their way like spoiled children...
Stand
with me in the Year of Te-Tac-patl. Look across the Sunrise Ocean.
Three ships come like great birds flying. They land. Out come men in
metal garments, carrying rods which speak with thunder and kill at a
distance. These men are bearded and pale of feature. They come ashore
and I see them kneeling. Above them I see a Great Cross standing.
That is well. If these men are true to the symbol they carry, you
need have no fear of them, for no one who is true to that symbol will
ever carry it into battle.
Therefore
hold aloft your Great Cross (T), and go forth to meet them. They
cannot fail to know that symbol, and would not fire their rods upon
it, nor upon those who stand in its shadow. Well they know that what
is done to my people is done also to me. When the years have come to
their full binding, the metal-tipped boots of the strangers will be
heard in all the bloody temples. Then throughout the Broad Land has
begun the Third Cycle. As yet, I cannot see beyond it.
Once
I had great hope for these people, for I saw them kneel and kiss the
sweet earth, and I saw the shadow of the Great Cross which they
carried with them. Now I must warn you against them.
Carry
your great books into the jungles. Place your histories deeply in
caverns where none of these men can find them. Nor do you bring them
back to the sunlight until the War-Cycle is over. For these bearded
strangers are the children of War. They speak my precepts, but their
ears do not listen. They have but one love and that is for weapons.
Ever more horrible are these weapons, until they reach for the one
which is ultimate. Should they use that, there will be no forgiveness
in that vale where there is no turning. Using such a weapon to make
man over, is reaching into the heavens for the Godhead. These things
are not for man's decision, nor should man presume to think for all
things, and thus mock the Almighty. Woe to those who do not listen!
There are lamps beyond that which you are burning; roads beyond this
which you are treading; worlds beyond the one you are seeing. Be
humble before the might of the Great Hand which guides the stars
within their places. There are many lodges within my Fathers
Kingdom for it is more vast than time, and more eternal.
Keep
hidden your books, my children, all during the Cycle of Warring
Strangers. The day will come when they will be precious.
For
five full Cycles of the Dawn Star, the rule of the Warring Strangers
will go on to greater and greater destruction. Hearken well to all I
have taught you. Do not return to the Sacrificers. Their path leads
to the last Destruction. Know that the end will come in five full
cycles, for five, the difference between the Earth's number and that
of the Gleaming Dawn Star, is the number of these children of War. As
a sign to you that the end is nearing, my Father's Temple will be
uncovered. Remember this in the days which are coming.
Tula-Teotihuacan
was found and excavated by archaeologists only in recent years. In
another prophecy, Kate-Zahl described the city as it will be rebuilt
in the future: Then the heavens spoke in a crash of thunder,
and the lightning flashed above the valley. The Man turned to look
again on Tula, his most beloved city. Behold! It was naught but a
mass of rubble.
He
wept there with great sorrow. He clung to the rocks, staring back
toward Tula. Then the heavens roared again and shook the mountain. A
flash of light struck beside Him and cracked the darkness. Behold!
The old heaven and earth were vanished, and He looked into another
cycle.
The
heavens parted and a rising sun shone down on another Tula. Plainly
he could see the valley, but the city was one He knew not.
Magnificent was this Golden Tula! The Man was lifted beyond the
earth. No longer He saw the Age of Destruction. Gone was the horrible
Age of Warfare. He was looking beyond the Age of Carnage!
Walk
with me through this Age of the Future. Tula shines in all its glory,
but the metals are of types we know not. Loving hands have rebuilt
the parkways, have paved the streets, have rebuilt the temples. There
is a great building where books are kept for the scholars, and many
are those who come to read them. Tula is a great Center of Culture.
Come
with me to the New Colula. Shining again is My Father's Temple! Once
more the city is filled with fountains and the parkways are
wire-netted for the birds of rare plumage, and those who sing to
enchant the listener. Cross through the parkway to My Fathers
Temple. You will see again the inscriptions which today your eyes are
seeing, but now all people can read them.
Come
to the city of the future. Here are the buildings unlike those we
build, yet they have a breathless beauty. Here people dress in
materials we know not, travel in manners beyond our knowledge, but
more important than all these differences are the faces of the
people. Gone is the shadow of fear and suffering, for man no longer
sacrifices, and he has outgrown the wars of his childhood. Now he
walks in full stature towards his destiny --- into the Golden Age of
Learning. Carry this vision on through the Ages, and remember
Kate-Zahl, the Prophet.
In
Book X of his History, the 16th century chronicler Fray
Bernardino de Sahagun described the departure of the wise men
who had been the attendant priests of Kate-Zahl at Teotihuacan:
The
wise men remained not long; soon they went. Once again, they embarked
and carried off the writing, the books, the paintings; they carried
away all the crafts, the castings of metals. And when they departed,
they summoned all those they left behind. They said to them: Our
lord, the protector of all, the wind, the night, saith you shall
remain. We go leaving you here. Our lord goeth bequesting you this
land; it is your merit, your lot. Our lord, the master of all, goeth
still farther, and we go with him. Whither the lord, the night, the
wind, our lord, the master of all, goeth, we go accompanying him. He
goeth, he goeth back, but he will come, he will come to do his duty,
he will come to acknowledge you. When the world is become oppressed,
when it is the end of the world, at the time of its ending, he will
come to bring it to an end. But you shall dwell here; you shall stand
guard here...
A
surviving Toltec legend includes this prophecy:
Ce
Acatl [Quetzelcoatl] spent a night with a Huiteca family. They fed
him and played music for him. The father, a strong Indian farmer,
showed Ce Acatl a stone carving he had and told him, This
carving tells of the coming of the Lord of the Dawn. It says he will
come in the Year One Reed. It says he will build a city and change
the world. The farmer had no idea who he was talking to. He
continued: Now, he said, many people say he will
not come. Many people say it is a long time from now that he will
come. Some people say he will come from the East and he will bring a
great book of words and numbers. Other people say he will come from a
tree and count the Last twenty Days of the Creation. What do you say
about this?
Ce
Acatl grew gray with the depth of his answer. If I told you of
my thought, of what I know of the Spirit of the Lord of the Dawn, if
I told you of what I think will happen, you would laugh and think me
crazy. So I say only this: One day a race shall walk upon this earth,
a race of men whose spirits are so great, whose wisdom is so
complete, whose powers to commune with the Creator are so keen they
will dwarf the doings of the Lord of the Dawn of our day. When that
day comes the Creator will send forth a manifestation that will in
turn amaze the wisest men of that unbelievable age. And even then the
greatest brains on earth will wonder --- has he come? Will he come?
Or has he been here?
When
he departed, Ce Acatl promised to close the Thirteenth Heaven and
open the First of the Nine Hells, and he vowed to destroy the
man-made gods. He set the year and date of his birth (260 years later
on Day One Reed in year One Reed) and said, I shall return. I
shall come from the east like the Morning Star, and I will fulfill
that part of the prophecy.
It
is said that when Ce Acatl passed away at the age of 52, A hush
fell over the entire planet, and burning bright in the heavens
directly above the great tree, the Tree of Life [El Tule], glowed the
planet Venus, the Morning Star.
Quetzelcoatl
also foretold the following: In time, white men will come out
of the eastern sea in great canoes with white wings like a big bird.
The white men will be like a bird with two different kinds of feet.
one foot will be that of a dove [Christianity], the other of an eagle
[predator]. A few hundred years after the arrival of the first white
men, other white men would arrive with both feet as a dove.
Quetzelcoatl himself or his spirit would come in the form of a white
dove at that time.
A
Zapotec prophecy, transmitted by Joseph Jochmans, also announced the
recent return of Quetzelcoatl:
One
of the incarnations of Quetzelcoatl is buried beneath the roots of
the sacred El Tule Tree near Oaxaca, and as the first rays of the
dawning sun of the new heaven cycle [August 17, 1987] sink into the
depths of the Earth, billions of tiny spirits will burst from the
heart of Quetzelcoatl. They will slowly rise through the trunk,
through the limbs and branches, appearing as sparkles of light,
finally erupting from limbs and branches, to circle the globe, each
spirit to implant itself within the heart of a human being, and plant
a crystal of peace and love...
Meanwhile,
we can expect nothing but more trouble in South America, thanks
especially to the Drug War. Plan Columbia, the USA's excuse to
interfere in Columbia's affairs under the guise of suppressing the
cultivation of cocaine, will only worsen the situation there while
the USA attempts to gain control of Columbia's natural resources
(oil, minerals, and cocaine). This too was forseen by the Incas, who
prophesied that Coca would be a blessing to the people of that land,
but a poison to the white invaders. And so it is...
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