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Children of the Gods

The Incas

By Trycia LinoPublished 2 years ago 31 min read
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Children of the Gods
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High beyond the sky, above the passing clouds, even higher than an eagle flies, in the great expanse of the heavens, live the Gods of Peru. Viracocha, Father of the universe, opened the heavens and gazed down on Earth.

“Pachacamac”, he called. “Come and see the chaos that reigns on the world you’ve created. Mama Pacha, the world below will never worship you for granting them a good harvest. They plant no food to eat.”

His roar of laugher fill the heavenly council.

Kon, the Rain God, joined in and laughed at Mama Pacha. Being the Goddess of rain, she sent it pelting down on the inhabitants below.

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Apocatequil, God of Lightning, threw down his bolts of electricity, crackling the sky in his delight.

The poor souls below scrambled to find shelter in the trees, rocks and caves. They shook with fright and fought each other for the perches of dry places.

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The Gods watched from their grand courts on high as children of man below struggled for survival. Some of the great beings were saddened at the sight. Some thought it a great joke and found humor in disorder they saw.

“They are no better than the beasts of the field. They scour the desolate mountains for roots of plants to fill their stomachs,” Virachocha groaned at the human’s behavior, disgusted to see them in their fallen state.

“Perhaps I should withhold my life giving rain,” Kon threatened. “Why should I gift it to them? They do not honor me.”

“Why indeed,” Supay, the God of Death and the Underworld, joined him. He rejoiced at the sight of the creatures preying on the young and weak. He looked with anticipation at the carnage taking place.

“The sons of earth killed without mercy or pity the young and old who got in their way,” Supay said. He was always looking to gain more followers. “The children of men will do nicely for me.”

The more he thought about it, the he wanted it. “I will happily go down and collect their souls, both the dead and the doer,” he thought. Supay faded into the background waiting for the opportunity to gain more power.

“They live like wild beings, in chaos without respect for each other. They honor no one.” Mama Quilla said, a tear of regret filled her eye, and she quickly wiped it away.

Inti the Sun God looked down upon the earth and was ashamed, “I give light to them, but they cannot see. They live with no order or rank among them.”

“Has no one taught them how to take care of themselves?” asked MamaQuilla. “They are alone and afraid in a world that is new to them,” her voice was filled with compassion.

“Look there, some wear the skin of animals upon their backs,” Inti showed her, “If they subdue and kill animals, they may have meat in their bellies as well as fur to keep warm.” His words did not comfort her.

“Pachacamac,” Mama Quilla, drew the great God’s attention. “They live in a world you created. Can’t you help them?”

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“They are not of my making,” he grumbled, “so that I will have to leave to you and yours. I am only grateful the burden is not mine.”

Mama Quilla looked at him most curiously. What does he mean by that? She wondered.

“Son of the Sun, you are given that responsibility. The keeping of mankind, I bestow to you.” Viracoche voice boomed through space, his all-seeing gaze on his youngest son. Then he looked at his daughter and explained, “His light, and brilliance, should bring power to the men of earth.”

“That is true,” answered Mama Quilla.

“You, Mama Quilla, must enlighten them with the knowledge and wisdom they need. It is up to you and Inti to resolve the dilemma of mankind below. You must teach them to love the Gods above.”

Mama Cocha, Goddess of the Sea, felt a great pity for the poor creatures, “I will place all kinds of fish in the sea for man to eat,” she commanded. And so, it was.

“Now you must teach them to build boats, and cast their nets in the ocean to glean what she has provided.” Virachoche said, giving a nod of approval to the Sea Goddess.

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“Beautiful Goddess,” Pachacamac whispered in her ear, “Use your power to pull the motion of the sea high upon the coastline. Use the tide to leave fish upon the shore. Perhaps that task will not be so hard at all.” He smiled at her radiant glow.

His smile soon faded as his wife, Mama Pacha caused the earth to quake and shake in her anger. “I am the Goddess of harvest and planting. You must teach the sons of man the skill of sowing seeds. They must learn how to make the tools to work the ground. They need to learn the art of irrigation to bring water to their fields.”

“They need to pass on the knowledge they gain to their children, or all will be for not!” Mama Quilla agreed. “They must work together to grow food from the world you created, Pachacamac!”

Viracocha looked at his son and daughter, deity of sun and moon, “Your task is not an easy one, but I give it to you with a promise. If the sons of man will follow the laws of the Gods, their fields will fruitify and their cattle will multiply.”

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“We do not leave you to your own devices, but have gifts to offer you to help establish the tribes of man,” Mama Cocha said, give her son Inti, the encouragement he deserved.

“The Gods grant them to you, for your posterity. We give you The Golden Rod of Kingship. It will show the way to go and the land to build on.” Viracocha said. “With it, no one but the great Inca will ever rule.” He handed the rod to Inti.

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He looked at the curious tool, it was gloriously carved with the signs and symbols of the Gods.

“I bring to you the Staff of Creation. Use it to build temples, palaces, and all places to praise the Gods.” Pachacamac placed it in Quilla hands.

The crystal molded to the tip of the staff shone with the God’s brilliant light, and a humming vibration tingled through the long etched pole.

Inti and Mama Quilla, examined the gifts they held out before them. As they touched the objects, power emanated from them to the depth of their eternal souls. The power, and the objects of their creations throughout the eternities, flowed through their minds. The gifts became one with them. Only deity could control such power. How could Gods trust these gifts to those below?

Leaving Inti and his bride to ponder the fate of human life on Earth, Viracocha and Pachacamac took their wives, and gathered the Gods, then walked away vanishing from view.

Supay lingered behind, calling forth his underlings, their little shadows and shapes gathered around him. “Stop them from achieving their tasks,” he commanded.

His minion of doubt crept close to the young God’s ear, “You cannot succeed in this task,” he whispered. “Give up your gifts to the great God Supay. Think of your light shining bright in the heavens.”

“I need to direct the sun in its path across the skies. I am the one giving light and warmth to Earth by day. I have no time to instruct those below.” Inti refused the task. Shaking his noble head, “No,” he laid the rod down on the ground.

“At the darkness of night, sleep overcomes those on Earth, and I am needed to give my soft glow to those below. I cause the waxing and waning of my luminous globe. My strength pulls the tides of the sea.” Pride crept in close and laid its hand to her heart, squeezing empathy and compassion out.

“What is the answer?” Asked Inti. He looked around the empty chamber. It was still and quiet. “Where are the Gods when I need them?”

“Inti,” Mama Quilla carried the gifts to him and asked, “Did you forget we are Gods.” She pushed pride aside and fought the doubts floating around her, “We can work together to find a solution.”

“What do Gods do but create,” he said. “We are needed in the sky, but we can create others to teach those below.” Inti glowed brilliantly with his creative thoughts.

“We will create a girl for me and a boy for you,” Mama Quilla said, “Remember the words that Viracocha said. These gifts are for our posterity.”

“Our Children await,” Inti said, a sly smile on his face. “Mama Quilla, come with me. Our daughter with be as lovely as you, and my son will be as brilliant as I am.”

The Sun God and his bride created two children. The son of Inti, they called Manco Capac, Brilliant Light. Their daughter was known as, Occlo Huanco, Radiant Glow.

Inti and Mama Quilla lovingly taught their children all the wisdom and knowledge they possessed. When their education was complete and they were ready to journey to Earth, Inti said, “I show these gifts for you to learn how to use the ten gifts from your extended family of gods.”

They taught them how to use their great power, life giving tools, foundation of creations, the ways of intelligence, the great forces of the universe. Then they showed them the lowly humans on the earth living in their pathetic state.

All the while the minions of Supay stayed silent and unseen in the shadows of the brilliant Gods’ light, peeking their heads out to play mischief on the children.

“Do they not know any other way?” asked Occlo Huanco. “Can they not learn the way humans should live, to assemble in villages and build houses, to till the soil and sow seeds, to raise cattle and enjoy the fruits of their labors?”

The minion of discouragement sat upon her shoulder, “How can it be done?” He whispered close to her ear. “The task is too great for such a young one like you.”

“You were created to teach them. You must go down and impart the knowledge of civilization to those on earth,” Mama Quilla looked at her daughter through eyes of sadness. “I will miss you when you leave us, but I will enjoy watching you change the lives of those below.”

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“Viracocha will be proud of your great work,” Inti said. “He had little hope for mankind.”

“And teach them to praise and acknowledge their Gods in Heaven. The most important, rule they must learn is, to obey our laws,” Mama Quilla said.

“I am afraid, Father.” Occlo Huanco held his hand tightly in her despair. “What will they think of us?”

“They will hate and despise you,” the soft thoughts of discouragement entered her mind. “They don’t want to change.”

Inti sat her at his side to comfort her. “I will watch you every day from the skies above. I will always touch you with my warmth. My love for you will be shining bright. My faith in you will brighten my days.”

We will go down and instruct them Father,” Manco said, “As you have taught us, we will teach them.”

“If they will follow my laws,” Inti repeated the words of Virchocha, “I will cause their fields to fruitify and their cattle to multiply.”

“My dearest children, you must leave our heavenly home, a sacrifice for the good of man. You and your posterity shall be the kings and lords over those that accept our laws and follow our ways. You will reign in splendor and glory,” Mama Quilla proudly proclaimed their future fame.

“You are Children of the Gods,” Inti said.

“You will journey across the land, when you see me shining in the darkening sky, it will be a reminder to stop your labors for the day. You will need to rest and refresh yourselves each evening” Mama Quilla said promising them her protection at night.

Inti gave Manco the Golden Rod of Kingship and said, “You will start your earthly journey from the sacred waters of Lake Titicaca. Each time you stop for the day, plunge this Golden Rod of Kingship into the earth. Those will be the places you establish villages for the people as you cross the land. Give the village a name and choose the wisest person you teach to be a governor, or overseer, for the village. Write each village’s name and the governor’s name in your sacred book of remembrance, keeping a record of all you do.”

“If the rod is swallowed by the earth and disappears into the soil that is where you will establish the Cities of the Gods. That is the place you will reign as king and queen over all the land. That is where you will build temples of gold and silver to honor our names.”

“It will be as you say Father,” answered Manco.

Mama Quilla tenderly stroked her daughter’s beautiful face, her fingers skimming the softness of her cheek. “Teach them to live and work together as you and Manco have had to do. They must learn to work together for the good of all.”

“Teach them to sow the fields and share their harvest, to tend the animals and weave the fibers of the earth to make clothing and vessels for their grains and fruit, to love their Gods and others more than they love themselves.” Inti handed them the ten gifts of the Gods one at a time.

“We will do so,” answered Occlo, taking the gifts and writing their names in the Book of Remembrance before passing them to Manco. The Golden Rod of Kingship, the Staff of Creation, the Elixir of Life, the Mantle of Immortality, the Orb of Time, the Crystals of Acumen, the Ring of Destiney, the Wrist-Band of Rheostat, the Pendant of Power, and the Shamanic Scepter of Wisdom and Truth.” Precious gifts from the creator of the Universe for them to use in establishing the kingdom of the Inca.

Manco placed the gifts in a shimmering silver satchel, woven from moonbeams spun by Mama Quilla’s loving hands. The magical satchel stretched deep and wide as he placed each gift inside.

“Ten gifts Father?” asked Manco, a gleam of tease in his eye, “His generosity is great”

“I have my own gift to give you children, before your task begins,” Inti explained with sadness in his voice, “It will help you in your wanderings. It is something most priceless to me.” He gave them his sure-footed black stallion, Fatium.

Manco and Occlo rejoiced at his gift, then readied themselves for their long journey from home. The clothing they wore was woven from heavenly strands of gold. Inti pierced their ear lobes, placing golden rings through them. They were so heavily adorned the weight caused the bottom of their ears to stretch long and their lobes dangled low.

“A sign,” said Inti, “of royal blood. Only those of my lineage shall wear the mark.”

They rode through the heavens on the back of Fatium, the great stallion, which carried them to the Isle of Del Sol.

“Remember said Inti, “Where two are gathered, I will be with you.”

They entered into mortality through the Gate of the Gods, a twenty-one foot high door of stone. It was opened wide by Inti, the great God himself.

The minions of Supay rose up to greet them, from the depths of the underworld where they waited to do Supays bidding.

“Bring me their silver satchel of gifts.” He commanded, before setting them loose to follow the pair.

Manco Copac and Occlo Huanco roamed the earth upon their majestic mount. Each day Inti sent them his love with the warmth from his light in the sky. In the dusk of night when Mama Quilla’s soft light filled the sky, they stopped to rest and refresh themselves for the night. Before they dismounted their strong steed’s back, Manco took the Rod of Kingship and struck the rod into the earth. Each time it pierced the land, but the earth did not accept it. They gathered the children of man and began teaching him about the Gods.”

Occlo wrote the names of the villages they created in her book of remembrance: Puno, Juliaca, Belem, Pachas, and Paloni. At each site, using the tools of the Gods as Inti instructed, they build homes of bamboo sticks, and adobe bricks and rocks from Mother Earth, herself.

The sons of man came to see these curious sights. They smelled the food they cooked in the fire pits. They felt relief from the sun’s hot rays as they cautiously entered the huts and shelters. They fled to them when storms pierced the skies.

They listened to the instructions the children of Inti gave them. The ‘Inca’ stayed at each village until the people were well taught and promised to praise the Gods above.

Manco Copac showed the men how to tend the ground and grow the crops and domesticate their animals. Occlo taught the women to prepare the food and make baskets of reeds and pots of clay. They named governors from those men who showed promise. Those who looked after ones less inclined.

The minions of greed, lies, envy and lust, encircled the villages to influence the inhabitance governed there. They prodded and search for the tiniest cracks in souls of mankind.

At the village of Potoni, they minions found their mark. Howling with glee at finding a small crevice in the man, Manco Capac, trusted most, Amura. The one they trusted most and made governor over the village.

Lust wailed out a silent call. Supay’s minions swarmed to the village on Potoni. They wiggled and wormed their way into his heart and poisoned his mind with their essence, starting their task.

“Manco’s mate is more beautiful than yours,” Lust and Envy agreed, ‘Cast your mate a way and take his instead. Occlo Huanco, should be at your side.” Hate crept into his heart and stayed there.

The governor of Potoni, heard the words whispered in his ear.

“Yes,” he thought, “I should have Occlo Huanco, by my side.” He felt the sickness of envy begin to grow. The minions of lies pressed into his thoughts. “Kill him and take her. She wants to share her glory with you. She has chosen you to rule. Show her your cunning ways of war.”

Governor Amura of Potoni, called his people from their labor in the fields. He turned their pruning hooks into weapons of war. He trained his men to battle and win. He taught them to stab with their swords, thrust their spears and hack with their axes. Kill and plunder was their cry.

They raided the villages around them, too busy training to grow and harvest their own food, they took it from others. They killed those they raided, and burned their homes to the ground. They took captured women for their own. The children they took became their slaves. Their life and love for mankind foiled and rotten. The words taught them by the Children of Inti, were too soon forgotten.

Amura and his men of war ruled over Potoni with cruel selfish desires. Their honor was eaten away by the minions of Supay. Their dastardly deeds became known to all. When Amura and his warriors marched to raid and plunder, the villagers fled to the forests in fear.

“Manco and Occlo will hear of your deeds. They will come to stop you. Then you can fight Manco Capac for his beautiful queen. You will win her. You are the greatest warrior in all the land,” the minion of lies softly spoke in his dreams.

I didn’t take long for the fearful cries of the people to reach the royal couple’s ears. They rode on Fatium to the village of Punto, with hopes the rumors they’d heard spoken were wrong. With sad hearts they looked at the black burned out huts. The villages they had built now laid in ashes and dust.

They rode to the distant village of Marte, where families from the villages for protection had gathered. They gave cheers of elation to the black sure-footed stallion, and the magnificent couple mounted on his broad back. Manco stilled the congregation that was filled with agitation, while Occlo soothed their wives fears, and wiped away their children’s tears.

Manco sat stately on the stallion the Mantle of Immortality clasp at his chest. He firmly silenced their voices, “We’ve heard of the Governor’s cruel actions and deeds. We taught him and trusted he’d be an honorable leader. We don’t know why he has done the things that he has. We will fight his treachery and tyranny, and the same will apply to all those that oppose us. We are children of Gods, and our rule is sure.”

“We will fight with you,” the men began to cry. “We are loyal and faithful, for you we would die.”

“No one will die,” said Occlo Huanco, her voice, the soft sounds of an angel, gave a reply. “Only they who oppose us will suffer that fate. You’ve seen enough bloodshed, and misery. We’ll do the battle, if that is his cry.”

Manco turned the great stallion and they cantered away. They rode the fine beast dressed to do battle, across the valley of Manti where Amura was camped.

“Let’s follow them, and watch this great war of the Gods.” They marched over the mountain to watch them below. They stood man to man, like a long wall erected and watched as Manco and Occlo entered their view, unprotected, no sword, or spear, or ax at their side.

Manco was dress in The Immortal Mantle of gold. Tied to Fatium’s pommel, hung Acumen’s Crystals. A crown of gold he wore tight to his head.

Occlo Huanco sat tall behind him, her hair long and black, hung straight down her back. The Ring of Destiny she wore on her finger, the chains that bound it to Rheostat’s Band, flowed up her hand to the band at her wrist. The golden crystals on both gleamed in the sun. Around her neck lay the Pendant of Power, the crystal hummed with energy creating an umbrella of protection around them. The picture they presented was one of godly authority supreme.

Amura awaited and watched animated as the two Earthly Gods rode into view.

“Manco, you surrender so quickly, I’m astonished you’re so meekly offering me everything you possess.”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken Amura. You see, we are here to learn of your reasoning. Why would you betray us? We offered you leadership, guardianship of those we placed in your care. You have killed and destroyed all that we’ve worked for.”

“I don’t need your judgement and pity, say good-bye to Occlo, who I know you adore.”

He drew his sword and held it up high. He gave a mighty battle cry heard round about. His men moved in closer. Their spears and their axes gripped tight in their grasp. They march forward once more.

Manco turned his steed sideways creating a target. He and Occlo turned their heads to watch Amura approach. She lifted her hands facing out skyward and gave a small offering to the Gods above. The tip of her finger showed her prayer was accepted. It bled from the tip rolling down to her hand. The blood rolled down to the ring on her finger, as they sat on the stallion, still, silent and sure.

From the pouch at his side, Manco picked up the Crystals of Acumen. Taking the crystals, one in each palm, he held them up to the heavens, glowing, pulsing, electricity dancing, lighting the crystals he held in his hands.

All around them appeared many great warriors, sheathed in armor of silver, reflecting the Sun. Pikes and swords they held at their sides, as the armored giants moved forward, facing Amura. Facing the men who stood trembling with fear.

Occlo felt the Ring of Destiny ignite when her blood flowed to its crystal. The gem turning from gold to red as its energy pulsed. The power she felt flowing around her was strengthened and heightened by the three items she wore.

Making her hand into a fist, she grasp her wrist tightly. She steadied and aimed the Ring of Destiny she wore. A beam of light streamed out from it straight as an arrow, a ray deadly toward Amura it shown. The thin red light hotter than fire, aimed where he marched with his army of men.

The fine line of power shot out from the ring struck slicing through the flesh of Amura’s arm. He screamed clutching his arm high at his shoulder, the blood from his arm dripped from the wound. She saw his dismembered arm fall to the ground as she sited another warrior still advancing. But he fell when she sliced through his legs with one sweep. She sliced through the wrist of a soldier grasping an axe. It fell to the ground, the hand still attached. She aimed and maimed with the beam from the ring and off went a head, one right after another, stopping each men she held in her sight.

The ring’s power waned, but she was not through. Grasping her forearm and holding on tight, the Wrist Band of Rheostat, started to hum. Than a blast of power shot out from the band’s crystal. A blast that blew half the army away. Warriors stopped marching and dropped in defeat, prone on the ground. Others in terror ran from the war.

Amura lay dead in the midst of his warriors.

“Do you think they learned a lesson, dear brother?” Occlo asked, as Manco turned Fatium in a circle, they looked seeing the carnage and death displayed there in the valley of Manti. He replaced the crystals and his warriors vanished away.

Occlo wiped the blood from her finger, the ring, the band, and her hand. “What shall we do with the maimed and disfigured who fought against us in Amura’s name?”

“We’ll offer them up as sacrifices,” Manco said. “We need to give thanks for our victory this day.”

The men of the mountain cheered and shouted their names.

“I think word of our deeds will spread far and wide. I doubt anyone will try again to oppose us. I’m sure that our rule of this land is secure.” The war was over but never forgotten and grew in the telling from that day forth.

They rode back to the villages laid wasted in ruin and used the Staff of Creation, to build them once more. The villagers rallied together to help one another, from their sorrow and suffering, new friendships were born. Manco stressed what would happen should man try to oppose them. They must follow and praise the God’s up above.

The people promised they would live the laws of Inti, offering their sacrifices to him, their Sun God.

As Inti promised, he blessed those that followed his law, increasing the food in their fields and multiplying their animals. The people flourished. People heard of the villages and came to join the family of civilized man. They came to hear the stories of the war with the Gods.

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Chapter 3

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Fatium, the magnificent black stallion never faltered as he carried the royal couple, through all the miles they traveled. He carried them across the flat sandy plains, the low grassy hills, and around the wide lakes dotting the land. And still they searched out the children of man. Sharing with them the words, and the wishes and laws of their God, Inti.

They came to a wild mountainous region rich in flora, with vegetation growing thick in rich soil. It was a place where bright flowers and vines dangled from tall trees, and strange little creatures scurried within. The sky darken and the moon begin to rise as they looked over the rugged beautiful place.

“It is time to stop Fatium, to rest and refresh.” Still mounted on Fatium’s strong gallant back, Manco reached into the silver satchel he wore on his back. He pulled out the Golden Rod of Kingship, ready to thrust it into the soil once more.

“Brother, you plunge the golden rod to the earth every time. Is your arm so much stronger and better than mine? Am I so weak, feeble and frail, that you won’t let me thrust it? Do you think I will fail?”

“Sister, you know better than that and I won’t have it known. I don’t think you’re puny. Your arms are as good as my own. Take the rod from me and plunge it down deep.”

She took the rod and gripped it tightly in her fist, then thrust it deep into the dirt. The golden rod quivered and began to spin on its end, drilling itself way down into the ground.

The ground around them began to quake. The heavy thick branches began to shake and swayed with a movement as the earth began to roll. The ground swallowed the rod taking its gold and sending it deep. The rolling earth mixed the heavenly gold with the minerals of the earth and it spread, and it seeped, into fingers of gold through the land of Peru.

The mountain began to grow larger, expanding higher and wider. Manco and Occlo, rode the shaking mountain growing right under their feet. When the mountain stilled. It was taller and wider than any other mountain peak in sight. The tall trees that were pulled from their roots by the rolling movement, fell from the mountain, plunging to its base crashing to the earth with an echoing roar.

“On this mountain top we will build the City of the Gods.” Manco Copac looked around the elevated ridge. “This is where we will rule, this land of Tahuantinsuyu, the land of four quarters. The earth spit out the Rod of Kingship at Manco’s feet. It became his royal septer.

Using the staff of creation and the trees that had been pulled from their roots. They built up a low city where workers would live, houses and huts, and a place for the sick, and places of learning. They planned a great city, the center of their domain, Cusco.

In the days that followed, Manco sent his Occlo in all her finery to the south gathering the people from that direction. He rode on the black stallion to the north bringing those people to the knowledge of the light. Never had the inhabitants from those places seen the like as he approached them in his glory.

His large brown eyes glowed with intelligence. His handsome face bore nor scar or blemish. His hair long and black he wore braided down his back. His countenance was pure, his promises sure. “Follow me and I will lead you into the Sun God’s light.” They believed on the words of the Inca and made a pilgrimage with him to the City in the Sky.

Occlo walked the distance southward on wings of light, swiftly and wondrous. Her shimmering clothes of gold and the jewels dripping from her lobes made a majestic sight. The people she encountered believed on her words, a goddess appearing from heaven. They followed her to their new destination.

“Those that have made this pilgrimage to the light with me, shall be called the Hunan Cusco, my Elders, Priests, and the Lords of my land.” Manco decreed to those gathered at the top of the mountain. “You are my royal court. You will bath in eternal waters, to know our workings throughout eternity. Some will pass through the great Incan trials and become leaders of Inti’s great band of followers.”

“Those that have heard my call and answered so swiftly, shall be known as the Harin Cusco. Though you work the fields, tend the animals and weave the cloth to make our clothing, you serve the royal household. You serve the Gods, and we will bless you for deeds.”

She brought her followers together at the base of the mountain where they each learned their place for the City of the Gods. They dwelt in homes at the base of the mountain, and lived in harmony working, loving and living there.

On the top of the mountain, using the Staff of Creation, Manco Capac formed temples of gold to the Sun and the Moon, There the priests and shamans, chosen from the Hunan Cusco, participated in their sacred ceremonies and learned to offer sacrifices to their gods. Others were touched with the Sacred Shamanic Scepter of Wisdom and Truth. They passed through the Incan trials, and became the “men who see all,” The Tupuy Ricoc, blessed by Inti to call out his name. They gave prophecy to the royal house. Inti took their eyes but gave them sight.

The Ring of Destiny glowed bright and sure at the men the Gods chose for their spokesmen, the Rimac, the Incan Oracles. The bright light from the ring turned their eyes white. The Gods saw through their eyes, and spoke through their lips. They lived in the temples serving the gods, and were called to give council and blessing to the royal Inca house.

They built a palace where they ruled their world. When the clouds gathered at the peak of their place, it looked like a palace in the clouds. The golden flecks in the walls gleamed and twinkled reflecting the sunlight, giving those below a glimpse of the majesty above them.

The gifts of the Gods were hidden in secret temple chambers deep within the earth and kept from the eyes of man, but the myths of the gifts live on forever. They were only used in the secrecy of shamanic ceremonies.

Fatium the royal mount was hidden in the future. With a flash of illuminating power, the Orb of Time carried the stallion to the high plains of the Andes Mountains where he ruled the wild horses who roamed there. The Moon Goddess blessed him by sprinkling a glow of moonbeams across his back, and Appaloosa became his name.

The Gods blessed Manco and Occlo with a son, Sinchi Roca was his name. Marriages among the royal court took place for an Inca Royal could only marry another Inca Royal. The City of the God’s began to grow above and below.

Armies were raised, warriors ten thousand strong, and leaders were chosen from the royal house to find and bring into to compliance, the colonies of people in distant places. They were called the Mitimac, in the Incan tongue.

“No war will be waged, or life will be taken if the citizens agree to become the followers of Inti,” Manco degreed. “If not they will become sacrifices to honor his name.”

The armies marched outward, and did as instructed. They carried Inti’s message abroad far and wide.

. After many long years Inca Manco Capac’s work on Earth was done. Again they mounted the great stallion called Fatima and rode the black creature back home to their father, to live with the Gods dwelling high in the sky.

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In his stead, his son Sinchi and his daughter Roca reigned from the City of the Gods. He followed the ways of his father, and lived long on Earth and had fine sons and daughters. His first daughter became High Priestess of Occlo, in honor of her mother’s name, and revealed the power to call down from heaven the gifts of the gods. So it was given to the first born daughter of each generation.

Their world reached out from Cusco, the center of the Incan Empire, to the north, the south, east and the west. Each new King expanded the teachings of the Sun God further across the land claiming all the tribes of men.

Supay’s minions were pushed back to the underworld. His plans to steel the gifts of the Gods to build up his kingdom had failed. The people remembered to love one another, and to love their God, Inti, more than themselves.

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On many mountain tops in an area encompassing three thousand and four hundred miles, including what is known today as Ecuador, Northern Chile, Bolivia, Argentina, Southern Columbia, and Peru, temples of gold were built, and offerings were made to honor the Gods in Heaven. The Gods in turn granted them all they needed for their existence. The sons of man no longer lived like the beast of the field. Men became civilized, learning the teaching of Inti. That is why the Inca praise the Gods to this very day.

Based on the origins of the Inca told by Garcilaso Inca De La Vega in his book, ‘The Incas.’

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About the Creator

Trycia Lino

Trycia has a BS in Sociology and Gerontology. Her MAED in Counseling and a ABD PhD in Edication. She is the Author The Guardian of Machu Picchu Elixir of Life.

She is married to an amazing man Daniel, and has two amazing boys.

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