Just south of my starter-nation is the land once passed from some of the Atlanteans to the Mayans.
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction
- 2020
- Almost Going There by Mistake (Images Begin)
- Overall
- Exodus Route
- Nice Hotels (parent-category for many of the following)
- Azul Fives Hotel by Karisma – Playa del Carmen
- Bahia Hotel & Beach Club – Cabo San Lucas
- Bel Air Collection Resort and Spa – Cancun
- Blue Diamond Riviera Maya by BlueBay
- Capella Ixtapa
- Casa de las Olas – Tulum
- Casa Don Gustavo – Campeche
- Casa Turquesa – Cancun
- Casa Velas Hotel and Ocean Club
- Excellence Playa Mujeres – Cancun
- Four Seasons Villa 14 – Punta de Mita
- GR Solaris Cancun
- Gran Caribe Real Resort & Spa
- Gran Melia Cancun
- Grand Velas Riviera Nayarit – Nuevo Vallarta
- Hacienda Encantada Resort & Spa
- Hacienda Paradise Boutique Hotel – Playa del Carmen
- Hotel El Ganzo – San Jose del Cabo
- Illusion Boutique Hotel
- La Quinta Troppo – Zihuatanejo
- Las Alamandas – Costalegre – Jalisco
- Las Brisas Acapulco
- Las Villas Akumal
- Maroma Resort & Spa – Maya Riviera
- ME Cabo – Los Cabos
- Mexico Surf & Yoga Retreat – La Paz
- Omni Cancun Hotel & Villas
- Porto Playa Condo Hotel
- Riu Palace – Cabo San Lucas
- Royal Solaris Los Cabos – San Jose del Cabo
- Sandos Cancun Luxury Experience Resort
- Secrets Marquis Los Cabos
- Secrets Puerto Los Cabos
- The Lodge at Uxmal
- Viceroy Zihuatanejo
- Zacatecas
- My 2020 Route (parent-category for many of the following)
- To Nogales
- Nogales to Hermosillo
- Hermosillo
- Sonora-state to Chihuahua-state
- Chihuahua to Durango
- Durango to Zacateca
- Zacateca to San Luis Potosi
- San Luis Potosi
- San Luis Potosi to Guanajuato
- Guanajuato through Queretaro to Hidalgo
- Hidalgo to Tlaxcala
- Tlaxcala to Puebla
- Puebla to Veracruz
- Veracruz through Tabasco to Chiapas
- Tabasco through another part of Chiapas to Campeche
- Campeche to Yucatan
- Modern Ruins and More Mermaid Signs
- Private Beach Tower
- Yucatan to Quintana Roo
- Uxmal: 2nd Pyramid Ascension
- Quintana Roo to Belize
- 2022 Update: Ongoing Realizations or Revelations
- 2023 Update: The Tattoo-design Upgrade-drawings
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Introduction:
I reached this nation’s northern border from San Diego during a duty drive from MCRD SD; I and my accompanying fellow-Marine drove our service van down that way in preparation for my scouting of the black-listed ‘TJ’. In Tijuana, you can get just about anything you want for around $10. There is also ‘The Donkey Show’ there, among other novelties; worth witnessing once. Of course, Mexico is a big country with much more to offer than things such as that, and I’m glad I never ended up going during the ever-upsetting, sometimes damning, Phase 1 of my life.
My dream is to go and meet only the girls who look just like, or even better than, Graciella; that brown-skinned, blue-gray-eyed, black-haired, heart-shaped face, Mexican shorty who kept eyeing me at that one pizza joint near my officer training university… I will always want her and every girl like her. Words will never accurately express her perfect looks and moves. She was from Mexico, so I know I’ll spend plenty of time there enjoying all the rest.
I’ve since been invited by citizens in other states of Mexico to visit them and their families there, and was even promised multiple girls at the same time by one of them with whom I worked along the Montana border with Wyoming, installing various outdoor features for giant mountaintop mansions. Sometimes I get calls from various promoters offering deals for very affordable resort stays at both the well-known and local-secret getaways of this land. I’m not yet ‘sold’; convincing me takes a lot more these days, and I’m waiting for a truly respectable arrangement.
By the time I make it back to Mexico, I’m guessing a lot of primo pinocha will be more than lined up for me, and I will partake. I’ve been drooling for it ever since my drive through El Paso and along Interstates 10 & 8; I could practically smell it there, and even the girl at one gas station I stopped at and went into was mindblowingly attractive. When the cartels and other big players donate all their hottest Mexican supermodels and other perfect girls to me, we’ll do business for sure (the legal non-drug kind, of course). Mexico, you just let me know when you’re ready for that fair trade. I’m just waiting so I know I’ve skipped all your bad parts.
And if I ever see Graciella again, I will make sure we wear each other out in all the right and best ways. You are welcome to join me if you are of the right mind. Mujer hermosa.
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2020:
Near the beginning of June this year, I began making my way over land back to this nation. The 3,500-mile journey took one week, and would have taken more if I’d been traveling with others; I always move at a very serious pace, stopping only when absolutely necessary. I arrived after those several days of long drives and sampling the better hotels, finding myself in a curiously-familiar (deja vu?) hostal… as my latest FOB of sorts, granting me easy rest and access into the nicest city in all of Central America.
As I’d expected, things were much better on this second pass to, and now into, the land of the Mayan pyramids; I was on my own (no more duty-driver with me), in a nice vehicle (no more government-issued natural-gas van), and free do arrange my days and nights as I pleased. That, and my arrival was no accident; I wasn’t just showing up on the edge of the country after taking a wrong turn. Also, it was for seasons; far longer than all of the vacations of the richest people I’ve known –and this was only my first real pass/entry!
Along the way, I saw things starting to manifest; a cloud shaped exactly like one of the ColonyPod spaceships I designed, and then a vehicle that looked very much like one of Inisfree’s “White Rhino”s. The heights, sizes, proportions, fashions, and attitudes of the Inisfreean girls have clearly been manifesting, too. I knew this would happen; the closer I move to the spot where Inisfree was planted/foreseen, the easier it is for me to make my dreams come into this reality/dimension/plane, and the closer the manifestations are to that ‘alternate’ reality –even without me trying.
There is no better feeling than to be heading thousands of miles closer to my home. I felt a bit like this way when I finally made it into the Swiss Alps and Bavaria the other year. Now? The feeling is even more profound –and less bittersweet, as I get to stay for a lot longer at each point, and I never have to return; I get to keep moving forward at this point, so the chaotic experiences closer to The Shift year/s are less and less each day.
Visions of my wife-to-be moving over to me from the passenger seat made me smile –and had me disciplining my mind so as not to remain distracted by those wonderful views and thoughts while driving. I know now that they are more than just my imagination; love is being sent to me, and I am able to perceive and appreciate it. These are exciting improvements and times.
So often in the past, I tried for months or even years to make things work with people who just weren’t committed to listening, understanding, or contributing. Then, for years more, I realized I had to avoid basically everyone –if ever I was to get my work done; so many had interfered and willingly derailed my great tasks in the distant and recent past. This led to a very lonely hell, but I made it through; at last… I can sense, just as I sensed when it was time for me to join the warrior units and when it was time to see places such as The Highlands, that it is time for me to let go of all the work I completed… and again… interact (as this time… the compatible people are and will be here).
Another almost-goddess showed up; a woman saying she was, more or less, Aphrodite in the flesh. This is actually a good thing; previous women claiming to be goddesses were impersonating great beings without having earned the right to even speak their names, and now? Now, women who have appropriately chosen to keep themselves in better shape, mentally and physically, and who initiate with classy directness, are both saying those timeless powerful names… and even stepping back to give me space to decide for myself… and complete this last part of my life’s work. It is better when they do this… than push or pry. It is better when they do this… and say they are just personifying or role-playing as the deities, rather than indulging in exaggeration or baser things.
The north border of Arizona gave me a surprising view of the real-life version of that desert butte base I was flown up and over in that ‘dream’ (or what was made to seem like a dream). It was the spitting image of that skyscraper-like rock-formation, colors and slopes and all. I could have sworn I’d actually been there before… somehow. More and more associates and connections of mine would and have thought and said the same.
I suppose it is also no coincidence I ended up resting for the night before Mexico… in the hotel right next door to the one my Grand Canyon rafting group stayed in; the two hotties there (the receptionist and that employee in her tight red tee-shirt walking around our bus) were again within arm’s reach, but this time not in range enough to really sexually frustrate me, so it was another sign I am meant to be back with them at some point, and that things are getting much better for me along my way –and during my returns. This is the neutral pass; ’round 2′. Round 3 is them coming to Me… and maybe My hotels (in Inisfree). We’ll see.
My main squeeze (and we’re enjoying an open/polyamorous relationship, by the way, in case you reading this are an interested beautiful lady) was silent the full week I was busy preparing, then she rogered up on her own the day I left. How does she time everything so well? I appreciate it more than she might even know.
I may never see my home-country again, but do I really care?; it bullied and abused the HELL out of me… I have six more years on my passport, and maybe “Amerikkka” will be ended by then; no need to renew ever again. Amen (so be it; I’m no “Xian”, so I use that word for what it was intended to mean, not what it was later applied to by the religious creatures). Get me to Inisfree.
I still have a free room for a month if needed… in nice Montana. That’s a first!; it’s a good backup option just a few days’ drive north. I’ve never had such great options in both directions before; another very good sign (and eventually… I’ll have all the best options… no matter which direction I go).
Day 3 journal/thoughts: It seemed never-ending… then suddenly… the child abuse stopped… and one of the abusers paid me… It wasn’t much, and it could never cover the costs I incurred due to their evils, but it was a start. …Then the military abuse stopped… and they paid me. Then the other abuse stopped. In time, even the USA’s/banks’ abuse will stop. Even humanity’s abuses will stop. Amen. I will see this day.
Before… the Mexico border was daunting and ahead of schedule; my arrival at it was unintended, and I had to turn back right away. Now… it feels right on time and manageable… or even a bit ahead of schedule (as all others in this latest group of mine are still preparing and hoping to go). Nice. It will feel divine and perfect in round/phase 3; with Santanico (another goddess-level lady-friend of mine), etc.
I crossed the border… That guy showed up to translate… who seemed like my Senior Drill Instructor, Gunnery Sergeant Retana. He seemed to know what to say; the experience struck me as a smooth way of telling me how to avoid trouble, somehow that guy knowing I was likely to sleep in cheap motels or my car… Nice. I guess I’m still being offered decent guides. (Bad guides in Phase 1, decent guides now, and the best (most compatible with me) guides in the near future; for all of Phase 3.)
Almost everyone is shorter here, and girls are arguably hotter… and considered (to be) “available adults” younger; more steps closer to Inisfree. My friend, who is a Mexican citizen, spoke of this once or twice before, and laughed a bit when we got to talking about it again, I this time having witnessed it for myself. My, how times have been changing.
2 beds and 8 pillows keeps happening; more than I need or ask for (which is nice), and makes me think of having a bed just for slave girls, and 8 girls to cuddle-puddle with each night and morning. Amen. (In case you aren’t yet up to speed with Dom/sub culture, or the Gorean novels by Dr. John Norman (Lange), “slave girls” in this context means willing submissives who like to be eye-candy and more –and, yes, I’ve already had many girls offer to do this for me, so you might want to learn more and give it a try before you judge.)
In first city/stop/hotel: It’s sooooo fucking QUIET here. Oh my GOD it is quiet. No screaming REtard birds. (I’d been living next door to two constantly-screaming peacocks for a full month and some change just before, so this level of total silence is fucking PARADISE/DIVINE. Oh my fucking god.)
Day 4: Eli is right; the girls here are more submissive, many dress better, they ripen earlier… Girls in America weren’t girly or girls at All. No wonder I hated them all.
I understand some words spoken and written here. I am starting to remember the meanings of most signs. So what if there is a language barrier? There was an EVERYTHING-barrier where I came from! (On that note, what’s the point in staying where I already mastered the language… when no one else had mastered it, and when no one else there was anywhere near my level of culture or readiness? Might as well keep moving forward, through the language-barriers and all.)
Shorter nicer humbler people… and a team forming in my wake, wanting to catch up with me… This shows me that some will be compatible enough to join and align with me this year… and more and more of that… until my forever-team (in and of Inisfree) arrives… nearer to Argentina… All teamed against me in the start… decades ago… Then those teams began to decrease… until people were almost compatible, almost meeting me at places, yet still not saying hi correctly/ever… Now they have started. Maybe I will find some energy/strength from the hotties to come… as this continues.
Day 5: My first Mexican cuisine meal was amaaaazing; it was an enchilada with the cleanest-tasting refried beans and guac’ ever! And a strudel!!! I couldn’t have been happier, nor could I have ever guessed such a perfect Mexican-German combination for dinner would be available and provided. WOW. This really is almost Phase 3. (It would only have to be offered, brought, and served upon (nyotaimori) Inisfreean-quality girls to make it Phase 3; everything else was already perfect!)
Street signs (pun and double-meaning): “Respetes las señales” is in all-caps on some highway signs here, and the first one of those I saw… had the rainbow flash across its reflective surface. That is a sign for me to respect it, not feel tired of it; the rainbows come at very specific and meaningful times in my life, and they actually do say a lot. I wonder when the next of these always-unique rainbow-flashes will occur…
Biggest farms and greenhouse clusters ever seen; I am closer to Inisfree, its own farms and greenhouses being so much more like these latest ones I’ve been passing… than all the ones I worked on, learned from, and helped build/start back before. I know up ahead… in the next countries on my modern-exodus route… I’ll see ones that blow my mind even more. I can hardly wait!
Joshua Tree forest plains. Most ever; I’ve never seen this many of the plants called Joshua Trees. California near my first military base (duty station) had a big area of them, but not like this; here, they are horizon to horizon, and even form a canopy of sorts, much like the treetops of a normal forest. They are bigger and taller, too; many are the size of houses (whereas the ones before (in California) were the size of fire-hydrants and half-height telephone-poles.
Looks just like that dream where I flew down over an alien forest canopy plains. This is the area between Zacatecas y Pinos, in the San Luis Potosi state. Even the radio towers look the same, though I was higher up and looking down on them in that ‘dream’. I’d always thought it was another world… Even if it still was, it looked so much like this one, here –identical. There are no coincidences… Maybe I was at this very spot before, or able to see it through the time-stream back then, …for some reason. Maybe, also, it is still on or from some other world, and those worlds are re-merging… like they probably were together long before.
2nd time seeing Aquaman… is free. …3rd time is paid? Is Mera manifesting My way? …Amen.
Mera is channeling through me for me. I put my phone down and turn to her, “Where were we?” She pulls me on top of her, …and I’m keeping to myself what happened there. I’m sure you can start to imagine.
Day 6: WOW!; that Latina ‘Meghan Magnusson’ girl at the Switzerland-terrain highway-exit straddling the concrete divider and waving to me, a big and genuine smile on her tan elven face, that fitted red tee-shirt hugging her slim and knockout figure! If that isn’t one of the best signs ever, I don’t know what is. How I want to see her again –and all of her kind/caliber. Amen.
Even all the incompatible humans, in a way, helped ensure I had my own space and thoughts; if it wasn’t for them, I would never have isolated enough to finish that amazing amount (decades) of work as soon as I did. I’ll always hate and avoid them, as I and anyone should, but I’ll also recognize this byproduct of what they did. No matter what they said and tried, all their bullshit still led to Inisfree; the reunification of Heaven and Earth.
“K” is the first woman to apologize to me for making a situation awkward. Irony; all the others needed to apologize for that more so. At least it is a start. (It is also another sure marker/sign of how far we’ve come since the bad times and that Shift.)
Teaching that the body is a complex machine… manifests that, leading to more chaos. The body is as simple as we choose to let it be. It works however we focus/believe/decide. It’s that simple.
Traffic jams seem timed to help me note things in my phone. I remember the times when I had to hang a red light from a strap around my neck, and sneak the jotting-down of little notes on that waterproof notepad during mission drives through the desert night in Iraq; my, how much easier my annotating has become. It is almost too easy now –and soon will be entirely effortless; it will be done in perfect order by my ICVs.
All humankind/civilization was making my path paved? Meaning: I sense maybe humans around the world… were all unknowingly building what I’d need to get to Antarctica… and only saying it was not possible or ‘the way’… to keep themselves, not me, in check/place there. Look at how it allowed me to go where I was called… even before I had any powers, …and how it ensured I always had nothing else to do but catch up with my own mental evolutions and notes/designs. Look at how it allowed me to see how humans ‘project’, and view/say the opposite of things, ensuring I figured out how to navigate all the rest of this system of theirs.
I was so relieved, after nearly running out of gas in the scorching desert mountain crags of northern Mexico, that, when I finally saw a real town (not just a village with no services), I screamed and cheered. It was amusing, to say the least. It was wonderful; all things keep happening right on time –and more and more ahead of time. Amen.
Just north of Mexico City, there is a valley full of farms rising up the gradual slopes of the surrounding foothills. The terrain and colors there look just like those of Hawaii; Oahu was almost identical! It figures they share the same latitude, just about. …And now I’m thinking about Pele again… and I suppose I was meant to. Amen. I really miss her.
The 150D pass from Maltrata through the jungle mountains toward Orizaba and Yanga looks like Switzerland, Alaska, or Jurassic Park. At Yanga, it looks like the rice patties of Vietnam. Amazing jungle here, and plenty of coolness with light intermittent rain. Will see if I can find drone footage of the pass. It is unreal. If you see “niebla” on a sign, it means fog, and it is serious fog. Loved it.
~$500 can and will get you through most of Mexico, all the way from its border with the U.S. …down to Yucatan and Belize. If you want nicer hotels, double that –though you still might not need to, depending on how efficiently you travel. I am so fortunate to’ve had more than I needed; I was able to start doing more (and almost all) of what I’ve dreamed of/to.
I’m not bored because I’m desensitized; I’m bored because all humans so far have done the exact same thing, same mind/personality, same defect/s, same BS. Boring. There’s that dumb saying claiming, “Only boring people get bored.” Look at my wild life full of adventures –by choice; for someone like me (who’s tried and done it all) to still get bored… says a LOT about how lame the human species has been (not only after I ran out of things to try, but during my last rounds of adventures… and before). Hopefully that all changes… now.
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The host here talking about the quiet guy who worked on his computer all the time, and gave up an expensive and very nice apartment by himself… to stay here in this hostal, and who said he needed a woman, vibes to me like “the Universe” mirroring and initiating comfortable talks and venting about what has been on my mind, too. It seems that the people around me are talking about what I once wished I could, and hinting at the options I now have to again pursue and enjoy all that I set aside on my way to Inisfree. I accept.
Having no A/C here… was daunting at first, but I did get to enjoy that first night being surprisingly too cold (the A/C in that first room working a little too well), and I remember my time spent near Death Valley… and in Iraq; I can handle this with ease. I miss the cold, but the heat is still just as easy for me.
I’ve picked up and practiced just enough Spanish to almost converse in it, and it’s only my second week here! I started chatting with a cute girl who stopped by, and she actually showed she was impressed with her expressions and eyes. I never thought that would happen so soon; easier times and quicker manifestations in this near-end of Phase 2.
One of the guys here also drinks almond milk, and wants to go to Antarctica just like I do. Hundreds more behind me are lining up to join me here as soon as they can catch up. Do you see how the humans of this world have started aligning to/with me? So much more to come…
Realizing I am in the Mexican equivalent of a shibuya (a “love hotel”)… is another good sign. I wonder if Ixchel, and a manifestation of Rain, have already shown up to check me out and see how we might calibrate here. When they introduce themselves and make me the right offers, I’ll accept.
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I’m about to be given a private tour of a 3,700-acre property I won’t have to pay for. I’m the second one here, and the first of my kind. This is better than getting into The Yellowstone Club; I don’t have to accept shitty work to be here, and I don’t have to put up with other people sharing the land. (So many good and great signs –almost perfect ones.)
Now is not quite yet the time to party, but it is the time for me to find the party places; the humans aren’t fully calibrated to my nature and will, but they have made some very nice structures. I go now to scout out the best of their hotels, clubs, beaches, and restaurants. I go now to find the rest of the places I’ll return when the Inisfreeans and goddesses are ready. Amen.
I could go and get some really good-looking girls in any direction right now, or will them to come to Me, but it wouldn’t be precisely what I’m looking for; they’re great, but not the best, and I only want and accept the best. Everyone should go for what they want, no exceptions. I’ll wait for the best to come to Me –and they will. (They have on every single outing; they just need to learn how to conduct themselves a little more attractively for my tastes.)
I bounced back away from Mexico that first time. Now, …I’m really balls-deep in all its states, and relaxing as I wrap up my life’s work and powers-unlocking here. Next, I’ll be given all its best, and really take my hat (or sombrero) off to the whole nation and people, then. So be it; amen.
He is right, you know; the host talking to me about how a quiet guy who worked on his computer preferred this hostal life/experience over the more-expensive “nice/st” apartment/s… is just what I need to hear to help calm my nerves/frustration/intensity, making this the Phase-2-pleasant that it is meant and destined to be. I still long for the best, but this is the best right now. I will listen.
This is my third+ lengthy round of dealing with heat; I started dealing with it in Texas, which spanned into southern California and Iraq. Then I dealt with it while going back to school in southern California; at Archi’s Acres. Now I am almost enjoying it while I make my way through all of Central America… until I am back in the wonderful ‘extreme’ cold; southern Chile and Argentina, Antarctica, and Space.
Trips with more purpose than just exploring; I am helping with the logistics and management of evacuations, and the planning and building of off-grid communities. This is perfect practice and the next level of my evolution and life-trip. Getting complimented by the shorty hotties at vegan restaurants along the way is a very nice touch, too.
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I made so many hundreds of journal entries during this relocation and once I’d arrived where I’d be resting and catching up with all my travel-blog and general site updates. It really has been a positive and eye-opening experience –and I still haven’t seen some of the Mayan pyramid ruins I set out to; imagine how much more-so this trip will be eye-opening for me once I finally get there, too! This second experience with Mexico has been so much more relaxing and helpful than I ever thought possible.
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Almost Going There by Mistake:
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Overall:
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Exodus Route:
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Nice Hotels:
Azul Fives Hotel by Karisma – Playa del Carmen:
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Bahia Hotel & Beach Club – Cabo San Lucas:
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Bel Air Collection Resort and Spa – Cancun:
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Blue Diamond Riviera Maya by BlueBay:
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Capella Ixtapa:
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Casa de las Olas – Tulum:
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Casa Don Gustavo – Campeche:
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Casa Turquesa – Cancun:
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Casa Velas Hotel and Ocean Club:
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Excellence Playa Mujeres – Cancun:
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Four Seasons Villa 14 – Punta de Mita:
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GR Solaris Cancun:
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Gran Caribe Real Resort & Spa:
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Gran Melia Cancun:
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Grand Velas Riviera Nayarit – Nuevo Vallarta:
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Hacienda Encantada Resort & Spa:
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Hacienda Paradise Boutique Hotel – Playa del Carmen:
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Hotel El Ganzo – San Jose del Cabo:
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Illusion Boutique Hotel:
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La Quinta Troppo – Zihuatanejo:
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Las Alamandas – Costalegre – Jalisco:
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Las Brisas Acapulco:
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Las Villas Akumal:
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Maroma Resort & Spa – Maya Riviera:
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ME Cabo – Los Cabos:
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Mexico Surf & Yoga Retreat – La Paz:
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Omni Cancun Hotel & Villas:
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Porto Playa Condo Hotel:
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Riu Palace – Cabo San Lucas:
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Royal Solaris Los Cabos – San Jose del Cabo:
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Sandos Cancun Luxury Experience Resort:
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Secrets Marquis Los Cabos:
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Secrets Puerto Los Cabos:
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The Lodge at Uxmal:
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Viceroy Zihuatanejo:
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Zacatecas:
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My 2020 Route:
To Nogales:
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Nogales to Hermosillo:
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Hermosillo:
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Sonora-state to Chihuahua-state:
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Chihuahua to Durango:
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Durango to Zacateca:
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Zacateca to San Luis Potosi:
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San Luis Potosi:
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San Luis Potosi to Guanajuato:
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Guanajuato through Queretaro to Hidalgo:
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Hidalgo to Tlaxcala:
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Tlaxcala to Puebla:
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Puebla to Veracruz:
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Veracruz through Tabasco to Chiapas:
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Tabasco through another part of Chiapas to Campeche:
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Campeche to Yucatan:
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Modern Ruins and More Mermaid Signs:
Redheaded mermaid hotties keep showing up ever since I came into this country, as well as a pink-haired hottie, all of whom I’m still smitten with. Whatever could it mean? I think I know.
I called out to them when I entered the Bermuda Triangle the other year. I called out to them when I returned to the mainland, having seen that famous film about the Atlanteans. I call out to them still… and they are answering; they encircled and sat with me on that ship, they sang for me in the halls, and they stood with me on the observation deck out in the ocean breeze. Today, they pass through the hotels I am staying in. In time… they’ll offer me their hands, and show me around.
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Private Beach Tower:
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Yucatan to Quintana Roo:
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Uxmal: 2nd Pyramid Ascension
I was invited to see a pyramid in an abandoned complex of buildings surrounded by a wall and complete with an overgrown cenote. The lady there said it was her palace, and it was amazing; like exploring ruins in a Tomb Raider video game. I detected a hint of a test; it was not fully a joke.
Another nice lady then invited me to Uxmal, which I had given up on, having tried to visit several ancient sites, the foolish government agents blocking them off due to their superstitions (belief in nonsense on TV). Thoroughly offended and disgusted at the unlawful closure of the sites I’d tried to pay my respects at, I decided to return to this country years later (after humans no longer crossed the line by barring my destined entry to the sites where I have come to honor the good ancestors and seek their guidance). How pleasantly surprised I was when they opened back up, and I got to go –and even climb to the top of the tallest of multiple pyramids we found are there!
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Quintana Roo to Belize:
TBA
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2022 Update: Ongoing Realizations or Revelations
The Pyramid of the Sun has roughly the same base-dimensions as that of the great pyramid at Giza; the four sides of its foundation match that of the other pyramid, suggesting both were meant to encode the circumference of the Earth, to scale. Does that mean it (The Pyramid of the Sun) was not finished? Does it mean the Earth was a different form in a previous “Sun”/Age? (a reference to the “Five Suns” myth of the Mayans); could the radius of the Earth been much different when The Pyramid of the Sun was made? (since the height of the pyramid of/at Giza encodes the current polar radius of the Earth, and The Pyramid of the Sun is half that height)… Extrapolating from this, do all pyramids around the world encode the dimensions of the Earth in different Ages? Does the largest pyramid at each site encode the Earth… while the smaller ones encode the other cosmic bodies? (moons, planetoids, etc.)… Teotihuacán‘s pyramid (The Pyramid of the Sun) certainly has created some big questions and possibilities. It was not the same architect, as some have assumed, but probably was the same method to encode and preserve the same measurements. …Maybe its presence also maintains/stabilizes them, keeping the world in a stable form… even in other/previous times.
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2023 Update: The Tattoo-design Upgrade-drawings
Drawn and revised while I was within the alleged ancient impact zone of a big asteroid or comet, this vision became these printouts, sketches, and colored renderings. I was so close to getting it started with the great tattoo artist I found. Thankfully, that didn’t happen yet, though; the company was not at all right, and this most-special of my tattoos deserves an equally-perfect atmosphere during its application (which will undoubtedly take several sessions/visits).
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