The Mayan Calendar, Xibalba The Spirit World, & The Dragon Cult

I love Mesoamericans. My favorite tribe is the Mayans. We thought deeply of the heavens. We have an eternal Godhead, who would raise up life from the dead. He would see unseen it's been said. He is primal, pure, royal blood. His gaze is a great cosmic flood. Many peoples he's formed from mud. He is an eternal Shaman. An astro-bone, blood magician, who knows the speech of The Bird Clan. He's called the prince of the presence & commands a formless defense. He's the Earth's living soul essence.

Born a perfect reality, as a king of all he did see, a rare premortal destiny. He's the head of every structure & he spoke pure architecture. Each day was a form of rapture! Nameless, was called The Great Spirit. Each voice & thought he could hear it. To his will all life would submit! His voice carried a heavy clout. He'd warp time & space with a shout! Of his great power we've no doubt. We learned from the flying serpents, & were taught the ways of consent. We honored their sky fall descents. They taught, Great Spirit many things. Like patience, presence, & ways of kings. To see their eyes felt like a sting!

They helped us build, warrior temple. Sacrifice made our food ample. They said we're a sacred ripple. We comprehend the speech of rocks. Pyramid would track, equinox. Great Spirit's heart is like a clock. We built an observatory. Where priests would track astrology, & hear the stars mythology. Great Spirit, atop pyramid, would form new worlds with each word said. Clouds of heaven fit in his head. The voices of our unique tribe, we're like star twinkles in the sky. It's Great Spirits strange cosmic ride. Timelessly he could pass an age, living in his perfect stone cage. We greatly feared his every rage! He stood above eternal time. To see Sol's face spirits would climb. Every new day his soul would shine!

The Mayans were a mystery. We had a ciphered history. We had advanced astrology. A people deeply spiritual, lived virtually invisible. We'd sync with every ritual. We had a sun of life & death. A sun of love, patience & wrath. All the heavens were in his breath. Lord of life beneath & above. His words like, the coo of a dove. A Lord who saw all life as love. People who lived beneath his gaze, lived lost in an underworld maze. His cognition set them ablaze! As Prime he stood above it all. Yet very few could hear his call. Sol, infinitely large & small.

A realm we did call Xibalba, an endlessly shifting Maya. A caldron of soul life manna. A realm of countless soul layers, primed for the game of life players. A place of lies & truth Sayers. Like watching his own digestion. He'd pin point health or congestion. He'd influence with suggestion. A place he'd mostly avoid yet daily his will was deployed; his presence virtually decoyed. Like watching insects move & squirm, they kept his bowel movements firm. His own internal biotic slurm.

When as needed he'd condescend. Where he'd wander was felt as friend, yet must return before days end. Thus, the function of pyramid. He'd gather up dreams & words said. Upon stone top made dreams solid. He lived complete; they would crave more. He was their roof; they were his floor. To the beyond he is the door! A mystic liquid illusion. His mind would filter confusion. Pyramid power provision. Constant his magic protection. A natural order perfection, all life his virtual reflection.

He'd be fair with all his subjects. He'd even inspect their projects. We cultured our swarm genetics. His own free-range terrarium, hybrid insane aquarium, now a fashion emporium! For approval they'd daily burn. For deeper meaning they would yearn. He could never speak out of turn. He kept speech accurate & clean. Some would say he's rigged & mean. The true master of the world dream.

The Yucatan peninsula, has frozen time like medusa. Tropic serpents & Dracula. With pyramid power structure exposure does not rupture. The command point, of the culture. A tropic zone thick with reptiles. A lost world of blood & exiles. Still lives with ghost laughter & smiles. Ancient Maya governed the realm. Our lives left a biotic film. We had our own private forum. We formed a Mayan Dragon Cult. Sun & serpent worship result. The prime blood Godhead we'd exult!

The precursor race taught us much. Like warfare, ritual & such. We could paralyze with a touch. Old Serpent God's from up above, meeting Maya felt a strange love. Maya Calm & cool like a dove. We respected the web of life. Death could free men of impure strife. For this had a ritual knife. In reptile jungles men were guests. We would endure many hard tests. We would adapt to rainforests.

The Godhead was the tribal all. He could hear the serpent God call. He'd honor them when sky would fall. Often serpents smelt quite foul. Some faces sleek some a scowl. Some wore armor some wore cowls. their eyes would feel like a sharp sting. They'd make hearts pound & brains pitch ring! When they came communed with our King. They would hiss laugh gurgle & spit! To learn our tongue, they did commit. They liked Maya most they'd admit.

Our bloods blended with sacrifice. Mental connections were precise. Mind was programed like a device. The blood made our respect mutual. Data always contextual. Their instruction effectual. From thence were free of jungle fear. Birds would tell us if they were near. Through every serpent we could hear. Our blood is still blended together. We blend in with every weather. We'll synergy strength forever.