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A MAYAN STORY

By Freeman

A new paradigm is on the horizon; a paradigm focused on the sacred in life. The Mayans have always been conscious of the synchronistic realms. This is the reason for their many calendars. One date is held in the highest regard and it has been etched into the thoughts of the entire world; the Winter Solstice of 2012. The Mayans hold many prophecies. One is that a "Tribe of Nations" would gather for the Winter Solstice ceremony.

On December 21st 2007, the Kakulhaa Mayan Foundation performed a ceremony in Tikal Guatemala that has not been performed since the discovery of the Temple of the Jaguar; an all night Winter Solstice ceremony. The prophecy was clear, unite the people or suffer total catastrophe. I was one that was called. It was an arduous trip and one I have dreamed of all my life.

The Mayan shamans said those that discovered the mystery would survive. They asked me if I thought it possible that the world could unite with one heart. It seemed like this was the only solution. A miraculous path had led me to them and I told them so.

We took many "chicken buses" and shuttles before we reached Tikal. In San Francisco we celebrated the end of the Tolkein calendar on December 19th with burnt offerings to the Mayan ancestors. I'm certain I saw a group offering skittles and crackers. When a ceremonially dressed Mayan cracks a bottle of Pepsi and everyone partakes and offers it to the fire…all I can say is I'm glad I have it on film.

When we returned to the Kakulhaa Foundation our chicken bus "Wendy" was waiting outside. Everyone let out a little moan. I personally had been on twice as many buses as I had been there days. "Wendy" took us fourteen hours into the jungle of Guatemala. It was a good bus but I was suffering from "Montezuma's Revenge". I'm certain I have never been more miserable. Fortunately, I was traveling with healers and shamans and with some reiki work, and some awful brown juice, my fever broke the following night. I was in paradise.

A tribe of nations had miraculously gathered on the beach in Guatemala; none of us could explain the great mystery that had brought us here. We simply knew that this was the truth. There was a guiding force leading us to our destiny. I continually questioned the worth of the ceremony. What purpose was being fulfilled by our gathering?

This trip was not without its tribulations. When we arrived at the ruins we were told that the ceremony could not happen. Two of the Mayans, a doctor and a lawyer who belonged to the Freemasonic fraternity began making calls to their contacts. The decision wavered until suddenly it was the now familiar shouts of "VAMINOS" and "RAPIDO" It was time to venture into the lost realm of the Mayans. I did have to skirt past a man with a shotgun. I simply stated, "No habla espanol", turned and kept walking.

This night the moon was almost full. It had not risen yet and the stairs leading to the pyramid were treacherous while carrying the ceremonial offerings and the marimbas. I crested the hill and received my first look at the massive structure. The moon seemed to be resting upon it. Then, the moons rays seemed to be drawn toward the pyramid. In my amazement, I lost sight of my group. I jogged up the rest of the way and found the Mayans performing a ceremony around the fire plate that was positioned between what was unromantically called "Temple 1 and Temple 2." I knew them as the Temple of the Jaguar and the Temple of the Moon.

I had thought that somehow I was late and had missed recording the lighting of the fire. It did not take me long to realize that this was not my group. This was a different group of Mayans that were finishing their ceremony. I noticed that those watching this ceremony were irreverent, drunk and even rude.

In the interim between ceremonies there was an angry discussion. I had never seen my new friends angry, not even close to it. I filmed the exchange without knowing the reason it was happening. In time I learned that the Tata (Mayan shaman) that I had been filming had tried to molest two of the girls in our group. He had tried to drag one girl and then the other to the dark passages of the pyramids. I had only witnessed him being sprayed in the face with some liquid from another Tata's mouth.

Soon, these people were gone and I knew that from now until dawn the pyramids were ours. There was a council circle before the ceremony and everyone seemed tired and upset. It had been a long trip with constant let downs. We really weren't sure if this moment would actually happen. It was an emotional and physical roller coaster ride. As the stick came to me, I wanted to express that we were not on vacation. A great mystery had brought us together and we recognize this. We are here because we believe positive change is possible. The two Tata's in our circle sat sullen. At the time I was still unaware of the attack on the girls. I only knew I wanted to hold these men and make them feel alright. Everyone felt this need and we huddled around them and held them. The Mayan in my arms began to sob and I squeezed tighter fighting my own tears. Damn male pride. I'm certain the goose bumps spread through us all. My hair was standing on end. We were refreshed and renewed. The ceremony had begun.

This is the first time the fire plate in between the two looming pyramids had been filled. The Mayan Tata's, proud of the fact that they are the first to perform the solstice ceremony all night, prepared the plate with ritual incense and candles. All could feel the ancestral forces around them. The sense of the warrior was strong.

Then, the horns sounded and the fire was lit. The Tata's addressed the four directions. Everyone knelt with reverence and kissed the earth.

The marimbas were played from this moment until dawn. The Tatas called to their ancestors. They asked for guidance and offered their solemn allegiance. The "Tribe of Nations" had piled bags of incense imitating the pyramid. They stood reverent until the Mayans asked for their offerings. Each stood at the plate with a bag of incense and praised life and the earth. So many members of the rainbow tribe came to the fire that the incense began to put the fire out. This could not happen. The Mayans stepped up and expressed their concerns. We then made offerings all night instead of all at once.

The full moon rose over the Temple of the Jaguar and set behind the Temple of the Moon. Tata Domingo told me that the sacred fires could heal the ozone, soften the coming earth changes and needed to be spread across the globe. A Mayan priestess gave offerings at the plate and one of the Masonic foundation members came to me and said in broken English, that he had maps from the Great White Brotherhood of what the world would look like after the catastrophe. This turned out to be the works of Gordan Michael Scallion from his theories on the planetary alignment of 5/5/2000. The Mayans told me that the next visitors to Tikal would be the fish.

I made sure to awake before sunrise. I have long wanted to see the effects of the rising sun on the pyramid. The sky was filled with mist. I scaled the pyramid looking for the sun. I was in awe. The sun did not show except for a golden glow in the fog. This too, was a bad omen to the Tatas. They said a group of humans would survive; those that found the mystery. The day of money is done. For the next twenty years the sun is set. For the sun this is not so bad but, for the inhabitants of earth, grief. The planet is going through purification. There will be a lesser catastrophe in 2009 followed by the greater catastrophe of 2012. Mother Earth and Father Sun have prepared a place for the Mayans in caves. The Mayan ancestors have prophesied the arrival of this "Tribe of Nations". We fulfilled that prophecy. The Tatas felt it was a mistake to not allow foreigners in the past. They did not allow the oneness of humanity. They want to change that. One people can do it well. All people can do it better.

The Mayans exist in a synchronistic realm. They were pleased and honored to find that others did, as well. It gave them hope. We have challenges to overcome. The unification of humanity into one heart is not only possible, it is inevitable. When pressed for some good news the Mayans said, "Patience, guidance will come."


Picture gallery from A Mayan Story

 

Video clips about the trip

Video for the Institute of Noetic Sciences

A video episode of the Freeman Perspective


About Freeman

Freeman is an internationally known, award-winning TV producer in Austin, Texas. He graduated Interdisciplinary Studies with honors and studied Ancient Architecture at Kansas University. Freeman has made it his life's work to unveil the mysteries on planet earth. He devotes his life to love, patience, and information. His research has led him to make films on corporate logos and their magical meanings, Columbia, the Illuminati goddess, ancient astronauts and ETs, HAARP and chemtrails. He hosts and produces "the Freeman Perspective", a live local broadcast on Channel Austin.

Freeman admits to it all. He is bloodline of the Illuminati, son of a worshipful master that built nuclear missiles and chased flying saucers for Project "Blue Book". Freeman is witness to many of the high strange events currently manifesting on planet earth and wishes to share what he has learned on his synchronistic path.

Freeman is currently working on a new film and book project entitled, The Sorcerers of Atlantis which will take you from Y2K to 2012 with film from all over the country and beyond.

Freeman's website is www.freemantv.com

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