We were exhausted and contented to have reached our destination. It was an overwhelming feeling to be the first strangers to set foot in that city of such magnitude and abandoned by its inhabitants so long ago. Thoughts came to me in the way such a place could have been built considering the intense heat and humidity. Certainly working under those conditions must have been exhausting.
The city extended over a large area but we can only see a small part of it from our camp with the rest hidden in the surrounding jungle that over the centuries had enclosed the city in a tight knot of vegetation. The trees were hundred and more feet tall, bearing thick foliage, creating a dense darkness at the base. Fig tree roots descended from the main trunk and stretched out as monstrous tentacles, for then running down the hill and filled ancient water drainages. Around us, in what it was once the city center, and shadowed by the pyramid, we could see the ruins of several large buildings still presenting the evidence that fire was set to destroy the city. But the evidence that those buildings had been backfilled with dirt, made believe that the Mayan did that to keep prisoner inside the ancestors’ spirits to protected them from Evil after the old Mayan people had to abandon the city.
The pyramid stepped in the usual Mayan way and finished at the top with a temple.
I presumed that the pyramid was the tomb of the city’s Lords, but it was too early to prove such a supposition. Around the area were scattered broken sculptures and other remains that over the time had become half buried in the ground.
The sense of abandon and neglecting was in the stillness around us. But the same, even in this complete decadence and neglecting surround I had the impression that our future work in this lost city will be quite rewarding.
Our first priority became to find a place where to erect our camp giving us a water supply for our day-to-day living.
We draw a map of the surrounding area that we used to start a sensible working program.
Since the very first days we found our life exciting and interesting. I was expecting to start work as soon as all was organized properly, having our Mayan laborers doing the hard work of digging.
It was two years since first we had come to the City of the Sun. Much work had been done since then, but we only scratched the surface of our searchers. We had now a village with about fifty people. Most of them were students sponsored by the Mexican Government as part of their cooperation in this venture. They worked under the supervision of Dr. Velasquez excavating on some of the major buildings along the promenade facing the pyramid. In one of the buildings, recently cleaned up, we found evidence of the interest devoted by the Mayan to the sun and stars. The building was a planetarium, with arched ceilings, and slots in it, to study the evolutions of the stars. Coincidentally the other buildings were erected in a line from the planetarium toward the summer sunset.
On the walls of the building, there were remains of stuccos, representing the life of that time. Particularly one, which was well preserved, represented a young king seated on a double headed jaguar throne, receiving offers from his subjects. This stucco had similarities with some Egyptians murals representing life in their country. Such similarities makes one wonder if both these old civilizations had sprung from the same origins, Atlantis the lost city, from where Lord Pascal told us he had come and with the brothers had moved around the globe to initiate new civilizations taking over from Atlantis.
The artifacts discovered in the building, and around the pyramid were utensils and tools that the Mayan used in their day to day life. The utensils found were collected, labeled and saved in a shed that had been erected nearby.
Maria and I dedicated our time researching in the pyramid, and our work so far had been fascinating. This monument was definitely dedicated to Lord Pascal, the first rulers of the city, and from where his dynasty began and left evidence over the time of the power and wealth they had accumulated.
The temple walls, above the pyramid, were covered with frescos in the basic ochre, white and black colors, presenting scenes of public lives, and hunting scenes of the Lords. Over the opposite wall a fresco showed a port at the foot of the city, where boats were anchored and many people busying around the jetty. Most likely Fisherman Island a few miles away was the main port connecting the city with the rest of the world.
Were those people represented in the mural, those ancient people that first arrived from Atlantis, or were them traders coming from nearby countries and taking their merchandise to the city? It is impossible to confirm it categorically. These are only possibilities, but this is the way we are working things out, we presume till the day we can find the evidence.
The floor of the temple was made with smooth and well cut stones having at the centre a larger monolithic slab chiseled with bas-reliefs presenting a complexity of sacred images with the sacred serpent, as the major figure with the sun setting over the city. Certainly this was a message left for posterity, to people like me who were anxious to find the secrets of their lives. It could have even been possible they left there a message dictated from their Gods. In front of us there were too many questions marks that were not easy to answer. Everything needed to be analyzed, new evidences were necessary to read that message left engraved on the monolithic slab floor of the temple.
Certainly the pyramid had been built with a specific reason and it was natural to believe that it was an internal chamber enclosing the secrets of the city, but we couldn’t see any evident entrance taking to the internal part of the Pyramid.
There should exist somewhere a secret door leading to some internal chambers, where we could possibly find the archives of the city, their secret history, and the fortunes accumulated in centuries of power and glory. Or was that only the tomb of the Lords that had reigned over the years?
I was frustrated. So many times I had explored with the help of Maria, or alone, each side of the pyramid. I had explored and inspected every single piece of masonry, in search of a possible clue capable of revealing a hidden passage or a corridor. It must be somewhere, cleverly hidden away, the passage taking to a chamber at the centre of the pyramid. They wouldn’t have built such monument only for the pleasure of placing a temple on top, to manifest their glory and grandeurs to the posterity. It should be much more then that.