Mayan Territory – A Vision
We have arrived in Mayan territory. It took us long enough, as we had to find our way through the well-sculptured palaces, the broad-paved streets and the western tourists in Cancun. After being here for one night we decided that any authenticity left in Mexico certainly would not be waiting for us in a sportsbar filled with Americans, drinking 3 dollar beers while watching usi-armed police patrols strolling passed.
We decided to even skip Chichen Itza, a place of which I’ve been imagining ever since I heard about human sacrifices being shown their own pumping harts just before their head was cut off. I didn’t find it appealing anymore when I heard about the busloads of tourists brought there via the only highway in Yucatan. It was in Tulum where I saw my first Mayan temple and explored underwater caves where supposedly the human skulls and bones are still well preserved on the bottom of endless underwater gorges. In Tulum’s Weary Traveler I also caught up with the backpacking community who gave me a warm welcome with beer and guitar music.
Still, this Mayan story does not begin in Mexico, but in Belize city, where we arrived late at night to find ourselves walking fully packed top and front on deserted roads, between walls of iron fences and barbed wire, saying ‘no thank you’ to vent of all kinds of dodgy, drunk characters, most trying to sell us marijuana, others in the middle of a screaming argument about it. The Lonely planet failed for the first time in preparing me for the culture shock wave that was about to hit. That night I felt that we had arrived on a different planet in some kind of dawn of the dead movie where it is not clear whether one is a prisoner outside or inside the barricades that keep the night away.
After dawn hit Belize the next morning however, it showed the city in a different light. It was this moment when I met Melanie Speer, owner of the North Front street guesthouse where we had decided to take shelter the night before. Because my attempt to explore the realms of Twitter, Couchsurfing and Facebook and its extent throughout the physical world had failed miserably, I was forced to do my own research upon arrival and figured the owner of my hostel would be a logical place to start in my search for talent.
Meeting Melanie almost is enough reason for doing this project. Melanie is from Mayan descendant and she is a woman on a mission. She has a mystical way about her and can tell the Mayan mythology with such passion that you feel yourself surging back to the time when the halfgod twins Ixbalanki and Junapu where rulers of the world. It turns out that Mayan mythology and culture is a lot richer then the gruesome horrific stories that I learned in elementary school. The ancient Greeks could suck a point to that (as we say in Holland). The Mayan’s cultural heritage is very limited however and it is because of this reason that Melanie came up with a plan to breath life in the Mayan culture once more.
Her project is as inspiring as it is challenging. She appropriated a vast area of land with three ancient Mayan temples on it (aligned to the stars, as are all Mayan temples) and made a plan to turn it in to a botanical garden. But nothing ordinary. The national park should entail all the aspects of Mayan culture and preserve it for generations to come. The rich stories of Mayan mythology will both entertain and educate the visitors that will come from around the world. In a convention center build in the form of the big bear star-cluster, cultural exchange and comparison will take place between ancient cultures from everywhere in the world and a quantum physics center will put this area of the world on the map as forerunner of human conscious development once more. As Melanie spent most of her life studying the human mind, this centre should be both an educational center as it is a reference to the evolvement of men on the twenty first of December 2012, when yet another cycle of 13.000 years has been done and the planets are aligned once more for the evolution of mankind.
whether it is true or not isn’t really important. Melanie has a vision and acts upon it. With her energy and passion she will succeed. As they say in Belize: “No douw’t abouw’t it!”.
Meanwhile I’m using my energy to find talent in this highly interesting city and from my experiences so far I am extremely optimistic, but that’s another story!