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Likened to the Great Walls of Troy
Or the Sacred City of Machu Picchu,
Akin to a torch, she, Kuelap--towers
Over the Valley below.
This: "Forgotten Fortress";
Death Temple of Chachapoyas!
Crowned, by the mountains
Here she stands, cyclopean stones
Forgotten legends:
Here she stands alone!...
How is The Amazonas of Peru (Chapters 9 thru 13 ((end chapters))
#1290 3/29/2006
Off and on the sun came out and off and on the rain poured, as if the two were having a contest who could beat the other, or some kind of timing game, but now we were at the site, yes, 1000-miles from Lima, at the Forgotten Fortress, de Kuelap, in the Amazonas of Peru, our destination.
It took 600-years (there about) to build this monstrous fortress, which is well a mausoleum now, for the dead occupy it, the Chachapoyas, from 1300-years past: who fought the Incas for 70-years and ultimately lost.
Inside the site one can peruse 420-houses and towers, thick walls all nearby the city, and three entrances, an observatory, at its highest point.
When you walk nearby it, as we did for three hours some hours ago, one feels the world has overlooked this site, that it should be given more attention, yet it was only discovered some 40-years ago. When I say discovered, I mean to the normal public, or face world; the Chachapoyas and many folks throughout Peru, knew about this wonder and empowering site long ago.
It was a long day: from Lima to Chachapoya, to Kuelap, to this bed in our hotel room. Voyage time alone has been 1 hour air time, 11-hours bus, four hours up the mountain in a van a taxi, and four down, total: about 20-hours I've been in motion, one way or another.
10
Back Down
[And the Residue Spirit]
On the way back down the mountain, the men from the society about thirty of them in all, went and cleaned the mudslide, the road was passable now. Thus, we stopped at our driver's house, the one that owned the Van, and his wife cooked the best Ginny pig I've yet eaten in Peru, and this was my third time I had Ginny pig [Cuy] once in Cuzco, once in Lima, now in Maria: in the Chachapoyas region. We all sat nearby a long table, the electricity went out, so we had to use candles on the table, and a doubled headed big flashlight to see what we were eating in this adobe house like café; it's funny how God throws population together, it was a wondrous evening. The moving darkness of the night, achieving a mission, all nice population together, all with warm hearts, and a nice meal to boot.
Julio had been having nightmares, and as we walked straight through the site (earlier), much of it being dug up, excavations, I touched a face carved into, or out of the stonewall: it said,
"What do you want?"
"Nothing," I said and walked away (returning to the stone face a occasion later), then added, "what would make you happy?"
The Residue Spirit said, "...leave us buried proper!"
The spirit was fearful his resting spot would be disturbed. Rosa told Julio what I had told he, what the spirit had said to me, and Julio said in return:
"We have no intentions of moving things where they do not belong, we are being very right about this." (I had asked Julio for the following three days if he was getting any more nightmares about Kuelap, and the excavations, and he said no. Perhaps, the spirits are willing to give him the advantage of misgivings: that is, possibly they will trust others will do their best not to bring about defilement, ruination, to their resting place.
11
City Day
[3/29/2006; Morning of:] We are meeting many population on our trip into the northern part of Peru, known as the Amazonas.
Today we saw the five mummies at the museum, in the plaza area of town, then took a ride to a magic well that predates the Incas. Learned about the Serpents and the Jaguars, the two native groups who fought one an additional one in the Chachapoyas area, and had renowned archeologist Julio help us understand the two groups.
This evening we visited a well-known photographers house: down a winding street, and under some foliage we went, straight through a gate, and into the house, where two of his sisters were, with friends. We talked and Maria was quite happy to be reunited with her friend, as I was to be introduced to him. He had great posters of the area, as well as his post cards were being sold in all the shop and cafes of the township, that is, the city of Chachapoyas [Martin Chumbe].
Tomorrow we go to Carajia, also spelled with a 'K'; a site about two hours face of the city by car, each way; and about a mile plus walk beyond that. (It would turn out that I'd have to have a young man rent me his horse to get me back up the long walk, we had down to this site, which would take place on 3/30/06; and it was a site to behold.)
The Five Expressions
(Mummies of Chachapoyas)
In the museum (Inc), of Chachapoyas
reside five mummies:
Side by site--, five-hundred years old:
one man, and four women...!
All carrying well-known expressions
of pain and hope.
Number one:
She had agony and pain in her face
Number two:
She had misery, from chin to forehead
Number three:
She was in despair, dejection,
Number four:
She was finding up, visualizing something
(perhaps hope)
Number five:
He was finding down, contemplating, perhaps
his new life to be (reincarnation)
All the mummies rested in a fetus position,
seemingly, all with pain and anticipation...!
Note: Thanks to Julio Rodriguez, much of this poem could be put together, our archeologist (#1291), for he gave some good understanding into this area of thought, mixed with psychology. And even helped name the poem.
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During the day on 3/30/06, we also visited a homegrown, nursery, where Rosa Mesa (of: Chachapoyas), lived on this farm like garden center, showed us nearby her magical kingdom of plants; thus I should, and will dedicate this poem to her "Orqudiario"!
Orqudiario
I think, at Rosa's plant-nursery, in Chachapoyas
In Los Amazonas--she has a plant for most all and occasion.
She showed me the fly plant--looked just like fly, to me:
Matter-of-fact, it looked so real I wanted to whack it,
But of course I let it be.
And then she showed me the San Pablo Plant,
It gives one an illusion, and then some.
And then there is the egg-plant, diminutive white eggs
Held in settled by the green diminutive hands of plants;
Not good to eat, or medicine, possibly
Good for looks or nothing.
Then there was the Vitamin D-plant,
'Good for the bones,' I heard her say.
And the Tuna Cantatas, is come kind of plant
Used for shoes (the Panka).
And then there is the punishment plant,
Not sure of its real name, but it is sour
All the same: used for bad children
Gives a acid taste.
The menthol plant, gives one fresh breath;
And the soup plant, looks like a cactus, is good for washing
Cloths or shoes; and I saw one plant that was
Good for ailments, so I was told.
But to tell you the truth, I liked the fly plant
The most, but I'd still like to swat it
If I could.
Notes: taken down while the tour of the nursery and conversations with Rosa Mesa #1294.
12
The Great Crossover
[The Midnight Mudslide]
[3/31/2006--Written while on the bus ride back to Chiclayo from Chachapoyas.] We rode out of Chachapoyas at 8:00 Pm, on the 30th of March, an 11-hour ride to Chiclayo (so I thought, it would be extended a few hours).
It started raining about 11:00 Pm, or three hours ago into this trip, heavy landslides [huayco/desprendimiento] all over the roads, just made it straight through one, now we are at another, the whole road is covered with rocks and mud; water pouring over a towering rock like a waterfalls. I went face to check it out, my wife and I, and a few others. The bus driver, and his female assistant would plainly let us all rot in this damp, and dark muggy bus, had I not insisted on her chance the door and giving us an explanation of what exactly was to take place. I should say, my wife associated my inquiry. I don't think she liked us leaving the bus, but then I don't care what she likes at this point. I think we will miss the plane at 10:30 in Chiclayo.
[Later on] We were stuck back there for one and half hours, waiting for the building crew to come out and clean the road, saved by the day after a bus took up the challenge and ran across he mudslide and he made it, I mean it was about thirty feet long, and the same wide. Had we waited for the crew, knowing how slow folks are in South America, it would take some hours at best. I mean I saw population walking across the mudslide, and here Rosa is trying to convince me how dangerous it was. I told her at the time, I used to play in such things back home. A diminutive exaggeration, but not much; thus, I have named this the Great Crossover, anointed and someone may make a movie out of it, agreeing to Rosa's worry. Anyhow, after our bus driver saw some buses go straight through it; he got enough nerve to crossover. I am writing this a few hours after the fact, still on the road, possibly it is 5:00 Am, getting closer to our destination.
I told Rosa, we were not in a hurry, if we needed to stay over a few days more because of this mishap, or catch a late plane, I mean, it is not the end of the world. Maria was also worried, I suppose for me a diminutive bit, and Julio had a bad dream a while ago, nothing to do with bad spirits, possibly a good one this time. He is not breathing well, I suggested it could be his heart; and he think his shadow spirit, or the shadow of his spirit, while he is sleeping is trying to tell him something on this order. Whatever the case, he gets tired swiftly for a salutary finding man.
We will have to go directly to the airport once in Chiclayo, but we'll make it back to Lima as scheduled it seems. It's been a wild trip in a way. Our car broke down yesterday, the fan shut down, and our driver had to look constantly at the heat gage, and ultimately we got it fixed at some town where we had lunch: chicken soup for four people, and a main dish of chicken and rice or beef, with coffee and coke, all of 26-soles, about .75 cents. Not like at the Hilton, but it will do when you are hungry.
13
Closing Notes
A Legend of Sipan
What comes to mind right now, in closing this short story of my short trip into the Amazonas is a legend told to me by Julio Cesar our young guide at the Sipan site face of Chiclayo, where we went the first day we arrived in Chiclayo; written at that while the visit to the site (right on the site) on the 27th of March, in the morning (today being, 4/4/2006); I shall write it out as I felt it at the time, not necessarily as it was given to me, although I will not distort what I feel to be fact (for this is suppose to be, in fact, a true story), and it should be said, this legend was handed down, not written prior to this; for I was on the site, finding down into the Sipan grave, feeling the moment, and had stepped upon the pyramid of the sun, looked over the Sipan Valley, and here is the legend:
*The Legend of Ernil Bernal
Advance/From my notes: Ernil Bernal, a nearby resident had dream that the pyramid had opened; Bernal's nephew now [to this writing] paints pictures in blood. It has been said, the king, Sipan's spirit, does not like being in a museum. (Well, I can attest to that, in that, the spirits of Kuelap have told me directly, they do not like being moved about, this, this must hold some truth to it, now that I look back on the trip.)
The Legend/Dream:
The dream told Bernal, he had to excavate, and that a bird would show him where to excavate, and that he'd find gold. The blackbird had a wide wingspan, some feet. Three days passed, and the dream prolonged to reappear, and then he excavated some seven meters, and found the tomb of Sipan, he took 70% of what was in the tomb to his house (later on things would be found there and brought to the museum). And the spirit of Sipan, possibly its guardian, who sits above, some feet, within a cavern overlooking the tomb, told him, "What you take, things from me, I will take things from you." That afternoon his pig died, and he died by a gun shot would by the police. (1987)
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