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The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar
The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar
The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar
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The Knowledge Revealed! Archeologists agree the Mayan calendar is the most complex calendar created by all humanity. That alone should tickle your curiosity, but also they believe the Mayan spirituality is unique in the history of humanity, because it combines many spiritual aspects as no other philosophy does.

You can look around the world, humanity is at a crossroads. We are in one of the most massive extinction episodes in world history - nothing like this has happened in the past 65 million years. We see species disappearing at staggering rates, pollution threatening to end humanity and all the ecosystems, and the moral and spiritual state of the world is in crisis.

Some of us want a change. The universe also wants this. There are no fast or magical solutions, pills or special alien machines to help us. The change has to come from the inside, from the awakening of our consciousness. It is time to see the spiritual that surrounds us in all moments, but at this time is being cloaked by our attachments to the material world, and its many entertaining and misleading factors. All changes have to begin there with us.

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PublisherGina Kingsley
Release dateAug 25, 2016
ISBN9781933868974
The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar
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Gina Kingsley

Gina Kanbalam Miranda was born in Central America. She graduated as a system and programming analyst, and has also studied marine biology and archeology at the university level. She is the Mayan Calendar Keeper, as well as a social and health educator.

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    The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar - Gina Kingsley

    The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar

    by Gina Kanbalam Miranda

    Published by Rocky Mountain Creative Publishers

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    Dedication

    This work is dedicated to all the Mayan calendar keepers whom over hundreds of years gave their lives given the religious and racial intolerance of the European invading force. To the Cakchikel nation of my father, to the Quiche and Yucatec people that helped with the glyphs. To the Mam people who have advised me on parts of my job. To don Ochi, from the Chorti, who had lost patience teaching in my childhood, and to my family that supports me.

    Over the past decades I wrote the Mayan calendar by hand, having stacks of notebooks to cover many years of Mayan dates to help me in my work as calendar keeper and adviser.

    A few years ago I received an e-mail from David Terrer of Catalonia, Spain, and he told me he wanted to help me transcribing the dates, in my notes, into a computer file. The work was extensive, and it was hard to believe somebody from Europe would want to do this. David did, and he had to understand the Mayan calendar and work closely with me to get the job done. After a while, he managed to digitize the calendar so the charts have been generated by David Terrer Ruiz, Generalitat de Catalunya 106391/18 Espana. Thank you David. Also thank you to the many people who have helped with equipment or software: Edna Barahona, Jan-erik L., Maria, Raj Alphonse, and Marcial. A special thanks to Autumn Hamberg who helped with the editing of the text. Cover photo taken in Copan, Honduras. Thanks Uncle John Chester for taking me there and for teaching me to use the camera.

    And my deepest gratitude to Debra Quarles for the crucial help in editing, formatting and publishing of this book, and to so many others who have helped on this journey.

    Thank you forces of the universe.

    The Lost Knowledge of the Mayan Calendar

    Introduction

    We all have missions to accomplish in our lifetimes, and sometimes the goals do not seem to be very important, but in the end, we all find out even a small part of the drama of life is important and vital in the objectives set by divinity. In most cases we ignore the path laid out, and choose instead with personal interests or ambitions. In this introduction I will tell you about the circumstances that brought me to this present task.

    The circumstances of my birth were very particular. I have only understood this in the last twenty years. My birth depended on a white man, a doctor who decided to take a trip on a motorcycle from Argentina to the United States. If this man had failed in his mission, many things would not have happened. His name was Che Guevara and his journey is shown in the movie The Motorcycle Diaries. On this journey Che had to make a decision about his life. I suggest paying attention when he arrives at Machu Pichu and what he wrote in his notes. He was filled with a desire to change things.

    In the end he provoked my mother to meet my father on such a journey of his own. In the future I may decide to write about all the circumstances of my birth, but for now I will tell you that since I was baby, I had refused to eat meat. Such a thing was very rare in Central America. Also, in my early memories, from about five years old on, I had tried to make star maps without understanding why. When I learned to read, I had an insatiable desire to understand the world, but again, no understanding of why I had such an urgent drive. Maybe you or your children are like that. Parents need to help their kids utilize their innate gifts.

    My father was of Mayan origin (Cakchiquel) and my mother is Mayan mixed with Greek and Spanish, but I did not recognize my Mayan heritage until I lived with my brothers and sisters in the Caribbean.

    When I was eleven, my stepfather abused me. This caused me to run away from home. This journey is described in detail in my book, A Matter of Ch’ulel. Without knowing where to go, I ended up on a beach in the Caribbean. I also didn't know at that time, it was the same beach where I had been conceived. All I knew was this place felt good, perhaps I was a bit like the salmon that return.

    On this beach is where I met Ochi, the old Mayan shaman Ah kin or Keeper of the Calendar. He found me, and I lived with him and his Mayan family and friends for three years. Ochi explained later in his dreams he'd had a vision that told him the person chosen to learn the calendar was going to be on that section of the beach on that specific night. He declared it was my destiny to learn and teach the calendar. Of course at the time, I did not believe in such a thing.

    Eventually I returned to the city and had to pay for my own schooling, since my stepfather blocked my mother from helping in my education. I thought that was a heartbreak in my life, but in reality the unseen forces that direct our lives were hard at work.

    The only job I could find was as a file keeper clerk with the government. I was in charge of organizing government documents for imports and exports for the whole country. I did not understand, but I was being trained in organizing files, collecting documents and putting them in order by date and point of origin.

    After that, in the late 1970's, I was chosen for a scholarship from the UN to become a programmer and systems analyst. I would never have been able to study for such a career because of the cost. Instead I had wanted to be a marine biologist, because when I had lived in the jungle and on the sea, I understood the natural world was a part of ourselves, and I truly wanted to work to change the reckless behavior of people against the environment. But instead the forces guided me to study computers and its language. I learned how to understand data systems, and to think in a different way. Eight hundred applied for the scholarship and forty were chosen, but only seven graduated. I was one of the seven.

    I was given an amazing job in the government. My life seemed set. I was considered a genius in working with computers, and was given great pay. But during all this time I forgot about the teachings of Ochi, the old shaman. I thought my time with him was something weird I had experienced in childhood, nothing more. I did not understand, but I was now being trained in logical thinking for a reason - it was to understand the calendar in the future.

    At the same time I had decided I needed to help the poor and people in need. Such feelings and urges, I believe, were also given to me when I lived with the Mayan in the forest after walking in their 'feet.'

    When I was not working programming computers on weekends, I was volunteering with the Red Cross, going into war zones and retrieving dead bodies, picking up refugees, and working in refugee camps and in public hospitals. I felt I was doing good, and felt good about my efforts, but the secret police were following my steps. They knew my father was a famous Mayan warrior from Guatemala, and he had died fighting for the rights of the First Nations. For this reason, they figured I was involved in a conspiracy with the rebel groups.

    At the beginning of the 1980’s I was kidnapped by the army. I was tortured, raped in clandestine jails, and marked to be executed. But again the unthinkable saved my life. A little native soldier opened my cell and allowed me to escape. I left the country, leaving behind my family, a great job, my home, and my friends.

    I ended up in Minnesota. I had relatives in California, Texas, and New York, but given a combination of factors, Minnesota was the place. It was rough adjusting and learning the language.

    It was in Minnesota I had a remarkable dream the very first night I arrived. I was not a religious person, since I believed so much in science, and given the amount of books I had read, but this vivid dream was of a being made out of light that told me, Do not worry. You are finally where you are suppose to be.

    I woke up and thought, strange dream. But over the years I could not forget about that dream. Between 1986-1987 my dreams, or nightmares, were filled with images of the old shaman, Ochi, telling me it was time to fulfill my destiny. I tried to dismiss the dreams, but they were unstoppable.

    In those years I looked for relief going to the reservations at Red Lake, Pine Ridge, and Sisseton. I consulted with spiritual guides with the idea they would have medicine to be able to help me sleep well. Instead the answer from the medicine men was I had to do what Ochi wanted, and if I did not do that, bad things would happen.

    Thanks to the wisdom of the Lakota and Ojibwa people, I began to write the Mayan calendar around 1988, and the constant dreams slowed, allowing me peaceful sleep most times. I became an Ah k’in (keeper of time) but it was very hard because I remembered little from Ochi’s teachings from so long ago.

    I enrolled in archeology classes with Hamline University, taking any seminar related to the Maya. I also traveled to seminars at other universities, and it was in this way that I met Linda Schele, an Archeologist. She was instrumental in giving me encouragement, given I was the only person of color, or of Mayan descent, at these seminars. My training as a computer programmer and librarian was important at these moments, as it gave me an understanding of the mechanical aspects of the calendar.

    In rare times I dreamed again of the old shaman, Ochi. During those times when he briefly appeared, it was to tell me he had died and had left it all up to me to continue the calendar.

    Keeping the Mayan calendar was hard to do and over the years I felt somehow there was not a valid reason for doing it. Many times late at night, I would ask myself, why am I doing this? Who am I supposed to teach? The dreams with Ochi no longer affected me, so I decided to put away the calendar and dedicate myself to work that would pay the bills and secure my future. I am naturally a workaholic, so I got to it. I acquired lots of money, properties, and stocks.

    Soon after I fell ill. In the middle of the 1990's I went into a coma and was advised I was to die soon. In those moments, when I teetered from consciousness to oblivion, Ochi came back to me and said, You did not come here to make money. You have lost your way. You know what you have to do.

    When I woke, I requested pen and paper and continued working the calendar in the hospital. The doctors still said I was to die, it was just a matter of months. I was sent to a hospice. While there

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