The drive south was leisurely. Never before had the two boys and their father been on such an adventure, an automobile ride from Minnesota to Mexico City. For the twins it was an exhilarating mystery trip,to finally see all of the relatives they heard about but could scarcely remember, having left Mexico City when they were only five years of age. But for Joe, there was special excitement. He was going to see the pyramids of Teotihuacan. for some reason or other, that was all that his mind could really consider. He had pored over the books in his father's library, and had some glimmering awareness of the greatness of the pyramids of ancient Mexico, especially those of Teotihuacan.

It took some five or six days before they finally reached Mexico City. Uncle Julio, Enrique's youngest brother, was their main host. He was a fantastic, lovable guy, very cultured and also a pyramid enthusiast - the perfect guide to take the Arguelles trio to Teotihuacan. After a week, towards the end of July, Joe finally got to experience what he had been dying to experience - the monumental and immortally cosmic city of Teotihuacan, "Place where the gods touch the earth." Following the visit to the Citadel of Quetzalcoatl, where the boys were enamored of the Tlaloc and Quetzalcoatl heads adorning the pyramid of Quetzalcoatl, they walked up the "Avenue of the Dead." And then, there it was, the magnificent Pyramid of the Sun. Before he knew it, Joe suddenly bolted ahead, racing up the steps of the immense Earthen structure. He wanted to be the first to reach the top.

Breathless, he found himself virtually alone on the great platform atop the Pyramid of the Sun. He looked around. Sky, brilliant and blue. Mountains everywhere which echoed the forms of the pyramids. The great stretch of the "Avenue of the Dead." The Pyramid of the Moon up to the right.. And down below, the humans of the present era. A few College students in white sleeved shirts, a sprinkling of tourists, all talking to each other as if oblivious to where they were. And there also a peddler or two hawking ceramic whistles. Puny little beings of the modern world. Where were the great masters who had designed and built this city with such profound perfection and geometry? As Joe gazed around, the question he had just asked himself penetrated his being. Everything else fell away. It was as if a shining white light emanating from within things bathed everything with a soft glow. And then the earthly world disappeared. All that remained inside of Joe was a feeling, a presentiment, a thirst, a willingness, a vision and a vow to find the knowledge of the masters who built and designed Teotihuacan and bring it back to this modern world where maybe, just maybe, it would make it all cosmic once again.

2. Olympia, Washington, Spring, 1972. Now known as José, the twin of the Pyramid listened again to Tony Shearer. He had met Tony first at the Quetzalcoatl-Deganawida University outside of Davis. California, back in 1969, along with a number of other Native American and Chicano radicals. But Tony, was special. José had invited Tony to share his knowledge at the Evergreen State College, where José taught with the assistance of another radical, a man named Cruz Esquivel. Tony was now explaining again, in even more detail than the first time, about Quetzalcaotl, the Prophecy of the Thirteen Heavens and Nine Hells, the prophetic end-date of this prophecy, August 16 and 17, 1987, and the magic of the sacred calendar.

José now had a clear understanding of the prophecy - and some deeper idea of the significance of the 260-day sacred calendar, especially as Tony transmitted it with the symmetrical tapestry-like design of the 52 days, which constituted thirteen sets of four, each set adding up to 28, the thirteen sets the equivalent of the Moon calendar, 13 x 28 = 364 days. "A curandera in Oaxaca," was Tony's answer to where he had gotten the information about the prophetic dates in 1987 and the calendar with its special 52-unit design. All of this was contained in Tony's book, Lord of the Dawn. But to hear it directly from Tony was very different. Tony was all passion when he spoke about these things. And that is what communicated to José. Anything that incited this much passion in a man must be true. With the knowledge of the sacred calendar and its mystical mathematics, as well as, and especially because of the dates of the end of the prophecy of Quetzalcaotl, José knew that he was that much closer to realizing his vision atop the Pyramid of the Sun.

3. Coba, Quntana Roo, Mexico, early January 1986. With his very special partner and wife, Lloydine, José climbed atop another pyramid, this time the Nohoch Mol, the tallest in the jungle ravaged ruins of Coba, not far from the Caribbean coast, but far enough to be less known than Tulum. He had already identified the prophetic dates, August 16-17, 1987, by the name of 'Harmonic Convergence," but still needed one more nugget of inspiration to make a thorough preparation for the completion of the prophecy that had driven and inspired him for some sixteen years now. Clambering to the rooftop of the temple set above the pyramids, José sat cross-legged and looked out once again, this time over the jungle to the sun far to the west. As he gazed at the sun and contemplated again the ruins of this city, Coba, he felt a resonance with the ancient ones.

In contemplating the sun and its 23-year sunspot cycles, already written about in his book Earth Ascending and confirmed in Domingo Paredez, book Parapsicologia Maya, he felt a dual emanation reaching the sun from two different stars - Arcturus and Antares. And he felt the ancient ones doing the same thing: Downloading stellar knowledge through attunement to the solar frequencies. Suddenly everything within him exploded.He saw the sacred calendar, now as the measure of the thirteen baktun cycles, the measure of history. And he felt a tremendous rush of knowledge within him. This is the Mayan Factor, the overlooked factor of the mainstream course of human civilization. And he knew. From 1987 to the close of the thirteen baktun cycle, only 25 years would remain. He must quickly write a book about the message of the Maya, their civilization, their calendar, and their galactic origins. And already as he prepared and began to write this book, The Mayan Factor, he felt the presence of - Pacal Votan.

Tony had written another book, Beneath the Moon and Under the Sun as a follow-up to Lord of the Dawn. Published in 1975, José took this book to heart when he had visited Palenque for the first time in 1976. And that is because of what Tony had to say about the man found in the fabulous tomb discovered only in 1952, the year before Enrique took the twins to Teotihuacan. "Great Mystery: Wotan," Tony had written, raising many questions about who this really was and what was his purpose in building this tomb. And now that José had finally set to writing down the Mayan Factor, "Great Mystery: Wotan" was ever-present within and around him. Great Mystery Wotan, Galactic Agent 13 66 56, predecessor of Quetzalcoatl, the shroud of prophecy wrapped tightly around this man, his jade mask revealing his face, the face of a halach unich, a true man. And this true man was now becoming inseparable from José.

4. Teotihuacan, Day Out of Time, Red Rhythmic Skywalker, Sixth Year of Prophecy, Wizard's Count, July 25 1999, Gregorian. The day's ceremony over, the cry of "Me-Shee-Ko!" still ringing in his ears, José, now often known as Valum Votan, joined the twelve others in entering the tunnel-like cave leading to the grotto directly beneath the center of the massive Pyramid of the Sun. Finally reaching the little sanctuary, hidden for so many centuries but now recently again revealed, Valum Votan, sat in the circle quietly meditating, contemplating. Here I am in the place of origin. Long before there was a pyramid here, there was this ancient grotto, this cave. Who was here first? two thousand five hundred maybe three thousand years ago - who came here and what vision inspired them once in here?"

He could feel the whispers of the most ancient ones still echoing among the glistening torch lit rocks. And he wondered, amazed at the mystery of his own life. Now he was sixty years old, 46 years since he first climbed the pyramid, and finally here he was at the place of Origin. He had decoded the Telektonon prophecy of Pacal Votan, and traveled, God knows where, around the planet along with his partner, Bolon Ik, as she was now known, delivering the message of the law of time and the calendar reform: Get rid of the Gregorian calendar, burn it obliterate it and return to natural time, through the thirteen moon/28 day calendar, thirteen times 28, 364 days in all, plus a day out of time. Yes, the day out of time which had brought him to this subterranenean meditation. Now here it was the end of the sixth year of prophecy and tomorrow, July 26, 1999, would bring the first day of the seventh year, White Resonant Wizard. How quickly the time goes by. I am getting older now, he thought. The knowledge must be transmitted, and so he turned his mind to the forth coming seven week Earth Wizard Seminary to be held at the Picarquin Boy Scout Camp in Chile.

Everything comes from the power of seven. The sacred calendar is based on the seven, the thirteen, the nine, and the four. All the sacred numbers are in the Tzolkin, the Harmonic Module, even the nineteen, perhaps the most sacred of all. The seven week Seminary during the seventh year of prophecy, culminating the mystery written of in the Chilam Balam prophecies as the Book of Seven Generations - yes, now all of the knowledge could be placed in the template of the power of seven. And thence it could be transmitted, but to whom? Returning to the silent power of the place, the secret, literally esoteric, hidden occult cave beneath the Pyramid of the Sun, Votan breathed in, then exhaled. Wisdom is synchronization in time. God is the one who commands all prophecy. The synchronic order is God's grace. 2012, that is only thirteen years away he thought. Would the prophecy of Pacal Votan prevail? Would humanity return in peace to close the Cycle in harmony with the Earth on that final solstice of the year, 2012?

5. Meztitla Boy Scout camp, Tepoztlan, Mexico, Blue Resonant Night, Galactic Hawk Moon Gamma 24, Wizard's Count, March 2, 2002, Gregorian. "This is the seventh day of the seventh and last seven day Earth Wizard's Seminary we shall give. Seven times seven is 49 days. Seven days in Japan, Mt. Hood, Italy, Russia, Altai, Colombia and now here in Mexico-Anahuac, birthplace of the prophecy, we appropriately conclude this cycle of seven day teachings. These 49 days were preceded by the seven week 49-day Earth Wizard Seminary, also held in a Boy Scout camp, and here we are in another boy scout camp to finish with this. There are six billion people in the world. We can only do what is commanded by the law of time, God's signature in all things. It is your responsibility now to spread this message. Change the calendar and you change the time. Do you want a time of war - for how many more years? Or do you want a time of peace? Which do you prefer - harmony or disharmony? It is all in the calendar you use..." More than two hundred people are gathered in the little amphitheater - a rag taggle assortment of older Mexicans dressed in jogging style sportswear or indigenous clothes, as well as a great number of younger people, Mexicans, Americans, Canadians and British, a concentration of people from Brazil, some from Costa Rica, Argentina and even New Zealand. There is a feeling that this could be some kind of hippie revival. In the center are three people their bare feet covered with ashes who have been tending a fire for the entire seven days and nights - an older gray haired woman in simple indigenous wear, a young man who is obviously a Hare Krishna devotee, and a taciturn middle aged man wearing a large Zapata style sombrero.

Valum Votan and Bolon Ik end the seventh day of their seventh and last week long event. Everyone is hugging everybody else, and there are many tears and a great feeling of softness and love. Toward the back of the amphitheater, their host in Tepoztlan, Reinhart Ruge, 77 years of age, once a hydraulics engineer, but now mostly a concerned citizen of planet Earth, a peace activist and long time friend and supporter of "los Argüelles," looks on at the spectacle, which could be said to be historic. Their knowledge teases his brain. especially the part about UR - where or what was UR, that Abraham came out of it and what relation is there that in the German language Ur is the primordial, the first, the original? And now "los Arguelles" are talking about the return to UR - the universal religion or recollection beyond history. is it possible? Could this Calendar Change Peace Plan of 2004 really work and bring peace on Earth?

As they prepare to depart the Boy Scout camp to return for rest and relaxation at Sir Reinhart's (Ruge has recently been knighted as a member of the order of the Maltese Cross), Jorge Mora, a vigorous man in his late fifties confirms with Valum Votan and Bolon Ik that everything is set for the ceremony at Teotihuacan the next day, the ceremony to Open the Gates to the Next World.. Nine "ancianos" - keepers of the indigenous wisdom from different parts of Mexico - will be gathered to present Valum Votan a "baston," or ceremonial staff, atop the pyramid of the Sun the next day. Nine elders, Jorge Mora adds, one each to match the nine lords of time,the Bolontiku, the guardians of the tomb of Pacal Votan. "Yes," Votan responds, "and tomorrow at Teotihuacan will be close to the 49th anniversary since my first visit and vision there in 1953. Power of seven - it works"

6. Teotihuacan, Yellow Galactic Seed, Galactic Moon Kali 25 "Breaks with habitual caution and reaches the white light," Yellow Solar Seed Year, Wizards Count. March 3, 2002, Gregorian. At the central - and thirteenth - platform of the Citadel of Quetzalcoatl, Valum Votan and Bolon Ik are joined by Xilonen, the elder female traditional wisdom holder and Tochtli, a large indigenous man wearing only the skirt like ceremonial breech-clout, sandals and headdress. Bolon Ik is performing the Prayer to the Seven Directions, while Votan plays the flute, a small South American quena. It is evident that people begin to gaze up at the sky above them. A lone eagle is circling overhead, while above the sun is a brilliant rainbow. When the prayer is finished, Votan addresses the crowd briefly. "In the synchronic order today, Yellow Galactic Seed is July 26, 2013. We are here then to "Open the Gates to the Next World." That is why we are joined by the indigenous elders. You cannot go to the Next World without honoring those who have held the vision through the last World. These are the indigenous brothers and sisters who are with us today. So we shall march from here to the amphitheater of Quetzalcoatl, and then on to the Pyramid of the Moon, and finally back to the Pyramid of the Sun where the main ceremony will occur..."

The gathering organized into five circles now moves back toward the pyramid of Quetzalcoatl and the amphitheater. Packing it in, there are more than five hundred people present. In the few moments of silence, Votan gazes at the sculpted heads of Tlaloc and Quetzalcoatl, vividly recalling the first time he stood there almost 49 years ago, with his twin brother, Ivan, now a poet of some renown and character. Once gathered, the crowd moves off to march, the male line headed by Tochtli and Votan, the female line headed by Xilonen and Bolon Ik. As they march out into the Avenue of the Dead, numerous Banners of Peace raised high into the wind, to head for the Pyramid of the Moon almost a kilometer away, two things occur.The first is the arrival of a great many men in black suits, television cameras and all. It is the President of Israel on a state visit to Mexico, and who happens to be visiting the Pyramids that very morning, his destination the Citadel of Quetzalcoatl where the peace ceremony had begun. The second event is the arrival of the nine "ancianos" the keepers of the traditional wisdom. They are a startling and impressive group. Some in ceremonial dress, some in rustic cowboy style clothes, many wearing hats, one of them with most of his teeth missing, all of them holding their bastons - some covered with rabbit fur, some with rattlesnake skin, one with a pure crystal or glass staff of amazing power.

The march proceeds in silence northward to the Pyramid of the Moon, a march of five hundred strong. At the front are two ladies with incense braziers burning copal. "Ometeotl" (Nahuatl for Supreme God) is the occasional cry, punctuated by the blaring of conch shells and the piercing sound of whistles. Yann, a young French-Mexican dressed in black and theatrically made up to look like Mr. Spock in Star Trek, runs ahead sometimes running backwards or sideways, always with great energy, clearing the space in front of the march. As they proceed toward the Pyramid of the Moon at the end of the great "Avenue of the Dead," Votan is seized by a profound reflectiveness. Could this be the fulfillment of the vision almost 49 years ago, that the wisdom of the ancient ones would return to help humanity become a cosmic race once again? He could not help but think that this must be so. God is great!

At the Pyramid of the Moon, Xilonen organizes an Indigenous prayer to the Seven Directions with one each of seven people making a brief prayer for one each of the seven directions. Then those with the stamina for it head swiftly up the very steep Pyramid of the Moon. Votan wearing simple white clothes, staying close to Tochtli, finally reaches the top. After a few more moments, they head down. When he reaches the bottom some of the "ancianos" crowd around Votan. The toothless one, like the rest actually much younger than Votan, comes to him and recounts how four days before today they had gathered in the grotto beneath the Pyramid of the Sun to prepare for this ceremony. "The spirits told us that they were waiting for you, that the time had arrived, that we are to honor you."

The march continues back toward the Pyramid of the Sun. There on the great platform in front of the pyramid, the ancianos pause. Time to begin the initiation. A red serape is spread on the stone floor. One of the youngest ones crouches down on the serape. Votan joins him. The younger one speaks again of the preparatory event in the grotto beneath the Pyramid of the Sun. From his medicine bag he takes out a small rock and then breaks six pieces of dried corn from a ritual cob of corn. He is again telling Votan of how this has been prepared and all have been awaiting this moment. He throws the six pieces of corn down before Votan, as if performing some divination, and then asks Votan to bend lower. "Tell me your name. " he whispers. Votan remembers the episode in the Chilam Balam Prophecy when Antonio Martinez is asked his name in order to receive the transmission of the Book of Seven generations. "Jose Antonio Argüelles Valum Votan." No sooner does he pronounce his name when the toothless one takes his baston which has a crystal at its tip and pierces Votan on the forehead, by the third eye. He presses it in as deeply as he can and with great force, releasing it after a moment. Still on his knees in a crouching position, Votan now places his head on the ground in total submission to the moment and to the Will of the Supreme Creator.

Then begins the momentous march up the Pyramid of the Sun. Ruge later commented that he had never seen so many tourists at Teotihuacan. The anciano shaman brothers slowly lead the way, here hissing like snakes, there chanting the sacred sound "Tonatiuh!" Finally we all reach the top - several hundred people pressing in on each other, a truly amazing spectacle. At the very center of the platform atop the Pyramid of the Sun the ancianos with Votan, Bolon Ik near by, prepare for the gifting of the ceremonial staff. The spokesman is none other than Quetza Sha, whom Votan and Bolon Ik had first met at Amatlan, birthplace of Quetzalcoatl on the White Resonant Wizard Day, July 26, 1999, the day after they had been to the grotto beneath the Pyramid of the Sun. Addressing Votan, looking him squarely in the eyes, Quetza Sha speaks, "For a long time we have known that there would be a new knowledge, a knowledge which would be prepared for the new time that is dawning, and that this new knowledge would complete and regenerate the traditional knowledge and understanding. We recognize you, José Argüelles as being that one who has brought that knowledge, the mathematical codes of the galactic Maya. This is the knowledge for the new time, the new era. And we recognize that you are a galactic Maya, and so we are here to present you with this ceremonial staff. We know you have walked this road, the red road for all of your life, and with this staff we expect you to continue to fulfill your responsibilities, to walk this red road, til you close the cycle as you are supposed to. You can count on all of us to support you in this work."

The brilliant multi-colored ceremonial staff - baston - is then presented to Votan. In this baston, topped by a black sphere and completed by a large obsidian knife, like some strange galactic indigenous Excalibur sword, Votan feels the 49 years of his life from the first vision to the present, the power of seven brimming with meaning, burning like the hot sun in his heart. Following various speeches exuding love and a call for tolerance and understanding, including an impassioned appeal to fly the Banner of Peace by Alicia Rodriguez, of the Mexican Banner of Peace Committee, Valum Votan asks for silence and offers his final words: "Everything has a beginning and an end. A ceremony is a vibrational frequency that holds the moment and sends it out to the rest of the planet. And all things come to an end. Take the vibration of this ceremony and place it in your heart. Keep it there that its meaning might remain in you to be passed on to others. We must now close this ceremony and go..." A path is cleared for the couple, who then descend down the still very crowded Pyramid of the Sun.

7. Brightwood, Oregon, White Magnetic Dog, Solar Moon Gamma 3, Yellow Solar Seed Year, Wizards Count. Gregorian, March 9, 2002. Behind Votan's work station on a book case shelf, rests the ceremonial staff. This is not just a house. It is the headquarters of the Foundation for the Law of Time. Bolon Ik and Valum Votan are having a quiet day. Their assistant, Red Electric Serpent, is visiting family this day. "I unify in order to Love, attracting loyalty..." so go the Dreamspell codes for the day. "Instead of traveling everywhere teaching, we are now going to live the Transformative Life," Votan had told the people on the last day of the last Earth Wizard's Seminary just a week before. And what is the "Transformative Life?" It is the fulfillment of the mission left by Pacal Votan, sealed in his tomb. It is the fulfillment of this mission that is to transform life. It begins with the galactic messengers, the Galactic Maya themselves, real life humans assuming their archetypal, predesignated roles: Valum Votan, Bolon Ik, and Red Electric Serpent, who is the Red Queen.

Please note, the tomb of the Red Queen was announced on June 2, Blue Cosmic Eagle, Crystal Moon 4, before the end of the first year of prophecy. Just as Bolon Ik was the mother of the dynasty, so the Red Queen was prepared for by Pacal Votan as the one who was to receive the transmission and complete the Votan lineage for the great and glorious time after 2012. This is why the tomb of the Red Queen was discovered in Temple XIII adjacent to the Temple of the Inscriptions which held the tomb of Pacal Votan. And this is why the tomb of the Red Queen also held a jade mask and was connected to the "outside" world by a tube, a psychoduct, a Telektonon ... Living the prophecy as the "dynasty" of Galactic Maya on Earth, the transformative life will yield a harvest of knowledge and truth for all to bear witness that it is so.

This transformative life will clear a pathway to the year 2004, where the victory of prophecy will be proclaimed as a new time for all humanity. The transformative life will demonstrate that time is art, that dance is alchemy, that the Throne of Temple XIX has been reassumed by Bolon Ik, that the codes of the broken planets have been restored, and in their glory renewed by the law of time and the power of seven, that nothing will stop nor dim the purity of love from spreading its radiance into all that the Supreme Creator has deemed to be made ready for the Second Creation.

Report submitted by PAN Agent 11 on behalf of PAN Agents 22 and 185, and all beings and planetary kin who know that the death of one is the death of all and that the resurrection of one is the resurrection of all!

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