Legacy

A little bird told me, is an old saying that ended up having new meaning for me.  My name is Jerome P. Fitzgerald, PHD.

I’m a professor of Archeology, my office at The University of Indiana, is just down the hall from the famous Dr. Jones, sometime known as Indiana Jones.  He has been everywhere and done everything to hear him tell it.  Myself, I get around a bit, but in a more limited range. While I’ve taken note of many things I’ve read about various civilizations that allegedly and suddenly ceased to exist for no reason.

Poppycock I’ve always said, no reason my foot, not so. its a case of reason not ascertained yet.  Myself, as I said, operate in a limited range, is true enough.  I happen to specialize in the Mayan culture of Mexico and Central America.  Olmecs are another matter as are the Aztecs of South America.  Those I leave to others.  I’m happy with specializing.  I’ve made a number of trips to one of the more semi remote sites in Mexico.  There are others but for some reason I’m drawn to this one in particular.

I’ve even gone to the trouble of learning the ancient Mayan tongue, or at least the tongue of those who claim to be descendants of the Mayans who vanished eons ago.  Again, I find it peculiar that if they vanished, where did those supposed descendants come from.  A complex question.  But I could communicate with them and gain insights from their lore.

Every time I came here to view the awesome huge pyramid styled temple I notice something I didn’t notice previously. I read and re read the hieroglyphics and sometimes the truth of the meaning gains additional meaning.  Much of what is depicted suggests that what is now termed as Ancient Astronauts.  Implying that much of the Mayan ability to understand astronomy, make accurate calendar systems and much more may be a result of information imparted by extra terrestrials. Personally I’ve always thought that since even modern man with modern equipment couldn’t cut move and place stones of the size in these old structures, that they were probably built by extraterrestrials.

Now, back to the people of the ancient civilization with these kind of magnificent structures simply vanishing.  I suspect that not only were these structures built and primarily occupied as a home and base for extra terrestrials, aliens if you will. That these beings while beneficent and instructive were dealing with man whose development was still very fragile as far as being able to maintain and flourish in an advanced civilization goes.

I suspect that when the Aliens had taught all they could teach; that they simply left.  Man at that point being unable to maintain the complexities off social structure to continue with out the Aliens being a connective fiber in their daily lives, then just simply  fell apart and drifted away over a relatively few years, leaving the jungle to reclaim the structures.  Be it here or at Angor Wat in Asia or anywhere else.

Some say, well, if the almighty aliens had such fantastic technologies, why did they have to build with stone?  I think that is simple enough to answer.  Consider the Pilgrims.  They landed on the American continent and had to build their structures out of cut down trees.  Even though back in Europe there were many fine palaces and buildings made of marble and masonry products.  The infrastructure was at that point in Europe, in place.

Conversely it was in place where the Aliens came from, but not here. So much for that argument.

Anyway, one of the things I’d looked at a dozen times in the past was the sacrificial altar at the top of the pyramid.  It was the sight of grisly by our standards, human sacrifice.  The idea of a blood sacrifice was imbedded in almost every culture historically.

While a lot of it was animal, much of it was human; we today have not so good a feeling about that sort of thing.  But if one thinks about it, the biggest blood sacrifice of all time was when the blood of Christ was spilled.  There is no doubt something about the blood we still don’t understand as well as we could.  We understand perfectly well the connection in Christ’s sacrifice, but wonder if what may have been a correct principal was carried way beyond what was intended due to mans ignorance’s.

Now back to the sacrificial altar, the thing I was now noticing was so obvious that I don’t know why it was never noticed before.  On the other hand that is a frequent problem with the obvious.  What I noticed was its height was to tall to make sense.  Like a kitchen counter to high to work on, unless you were a seven footer, and one would have had to been to facilitate things on an altar this high.  Indigenous people to this area tend to be rather short.

While I was digesting that thought a Macaw flew down and landed upon the altar stone, he seemed tame and was probably looking for a handout.  Before I tell you what happened next, let me explain that Macaws, Parrots, and Myna Birds tend to mimic what they hear.  The Myna Bird being the most adept at it of the three, but nevertheless a Macaw could be taught.  If a Macaw so taught was released back into the jungles, he would repeat mimic if you will, what he’d learned over and over, and over.  Soon other Macaws would be mimicking it also.  That mimicked word might survive for untold generations and become part of the Macaws everyday utterances multiplied by hundreds of Macaws. At least that’s the theory I have as to how the Macaw mimicked meaningful words to me and did so in the Ancient Mayan tongue.

He repeated a number of times, “last message under stone”, I wondered what that meant. Good information perhaps.  I wonder what stone that fool bird is referring to.  The he mimicked two more words and flew off.  Those last two words were “push it”

By now as you can probably guess I was vacillating between being perplexed’ or having increased curiosity.  Maybe both, I said I wonder if he means the stone I’m leaning against, the altar stone.

I decided why not, I’ll try pushing on it.  I pushed from one side and then the other. All that got me was short of breath.  Then I though maybe I should push from the end. First try just more huffing and puffing. Just one end left to go, so I pushed on it, a little huffing and puffing but then it slid a wee bit.  That got my adrenaline up so I pushed even harder and it slid all the way to the side revealing an opening with a steep staircase going down.

I was utterly flabbergasted, but so pooped out from all that pushing I just had to sit down and rest.  I wondered if Indiana Jones ever got pooped.  Probably wouldn’t admit it if he did.  Don’t get me wrong, I like Jones just fine, but he was the one that always got the glory, up until now maybe.

I pondered a lot of what ifs as I rested for about twenty minutes.  Then having got my second wind I descended those stairs.  They were really steep, but fortunately only about twenty steps to the bottom which ended in a very small room about six by six feet.  Two steps away from the stairs there was a stone pedestal with a large sheepskin or other animal skin, scroll rolled up.

To dark down there to read so I brought them up into the light.  Those stairs winded me a bit. Just like the stairs to the top of the pyramid winded me, and I had to stop and rest a half a dozen times going up or down.

As I sat there resting I read the scroll.  It said we are the Mayia from the planet Mayonia.  We were sent by He Who Is to help advance mankind.  He Who Is felt man was progressing a little to slow and our mission was to help kick start mans progress. We were given 300 earth years to accomplish this.

We built this pyramid as our home and base of operation to be used in the time allotted.  The carvings and hieroglyphics were also done by us to leave a representation of our presence.  We are not sure how successful we were in the time allotted.  We seemed to sense that while man was able to mimic and with some instruction, build smaller stone structures to house them selves and create a form of city around this pyramid. That there was doubt he could continue on by himself.

It was for that reason when we noted there was a biological compatibility between us, that we married some of the daughters of men to produce hybrids that might be better able.  That turned out to be correct. A good move.  The hybrids understood much more and much quicker.  This is our final message, within a few days we must return to the stars from which we came.  We wish man much success.  We may monitor his progress from time to time.

Well needless to say I was ecstatic over my find; it proved what I’d long suspected.  Indiana Jones would now have to give me due recognition.  That idea pleased me immensely.

I got back to the states and proudly displayed my discovery to the Archeology Department Head.  He was very impressed.  He said,  “how did you ever make this magnificent find?”  Well to give credit where credits due, I quite honestly said a little bird told me.

That got a lot of laughter, and they said it’s Okay if you want to keep it your little secret.  I guess that meant they thing I wasn’t exactly telling it straight, but I was, I just left out a few details.

I was getting more proud of myself by the minute; I just knew someone would call the press any time now.  Then the Department Head dropped the bomb; he said this is probably the most important document of the century, but we will put it in our deep vaults and keep very quiet about it.  Its information is simply to volatile for public dissemination.  Man isn’t ready to know this.

I could readily understand that so I agreed to keep it that way. No glory, but at least ever once in a while in passing Dr. Jones says well done.  That helps a little, and the fat raise I got helps a lot also.