A visitor from across the Atlantic in Campeche
These are two more examples of how discoveries of America’s past are being hidden from the public.
About three weeks after I arrived in Mexico the first time, a discovery by archaeologists from Tulane University created quite a stir in Mexican newspapers and TV newscasts. That is why I made a point of later visiting the site in Campeche, where the famous archaeologist, Robert Wauchope, was working. You see, Dr. Piña-Chan, my fellowship coordinator, was from Campeche, plus 1/2 Maya, so he was quite interested in any discoveries in his home turf. The Tulane archaeologists had unearthed an ancient stone stela, which portrayed a slim man with a Semitic nose, wearing a conical hat and kilt. He was holding a rope from which was suspended a lantern-shaped stone anchor. In other words, in every detail, the bas relief portrayed either a Phoenician or Carthagenian mariner. Very little of the Maya writing system was understood back then, but they anthropologists did recognize the symbol for “a visitor or foreigner.”
I was not allowed to photograph the stela, but can give you my impressions. It did not seem to belong to the city and time period, where it was unearthed. The engraving was two dimensional, plus lacked the sophistication and realism of indigenous American art during the Classic Period. The figure was “stiff” like you see in the bas reliefs in the Middle East and Egypt. However, it was clearly produced somewhere in Mesoamerica, because it also contained Maya glyphs. My guess is that it was produced somewhere else and carried back to Campeche.
Here is what happened, though. Although apparently not given much attention by mainstream media in the United States, the news of the discovery quickly reached the Erich Von Däniken crowd, when he was at the peak of his credibility. Chariots of the Gods had been published just two years earlier. After getting out of prison, where he wrote that book, Von Däniken made a grand tour of the Americas, where everything he saw was labeled proof that “ancient alien astronauts,” Egyptians or Phoenicians had constructed everything. He continuously operated on the racist assumption that indigenous Americans were intellectually incapable of creating civilizations. Von Däniken immediately pronounced to the world that this one stela, portraying a visitor, was proof that the Phoenicians created the Maya civilization.
Tulane University immediately stopped discussing the stela and soon thereafter, Mexican archaeologists pretended that it never happened. I have no clue where this stela is hidden today. You can find no discussion of it on the internet. For the next four decades, I remained hostile to any discussion of Pre-Columbian contacts across the Atlantic, except the Scandinavians in Newfoundland, until about two years ago, when the evidence of such was overwhelming in the petroglyphs of North Georgia and the DNA of Uchee descendants in the Southeast.
Maya DNA . . . Life is indeed a box of chocolates . . . Parte Dix
In the legion of stupid comments that immediately preceded and followed the broadcast of America Unearthed, no one discussed the fact that the Creek and Miccosukee Peoples ARE Mesoamericans. US Forest Service personnel, North Carolina Cherokees and Georgia archaeologists don’t seem to be able to read maps. You can see that fact on all the maps of the world, concerning DNA groups and blood types. I mentioned that fact in my book, the Itza Mayas in North America, but the producers of the “America Unearthed” premier gave NO credit to my book, even though the entire show was based on that book. In fact, they did not even list me as being in the premier, even though they interviewed me for eight hours and I have a substantial presence in the one hour program. Well, one must have patience with these things.
My mother’s family has a seemingly peculiar combination of Mesoamerican, Maya, Panoan (Peru), Sami (Lapland), Finnish, Basque and Polynesian (actually Maori) DNA, while most of the rest is Scandinavian, even though our white ancestors came from Scotland. No one in our family has the money to determine WHEN that Scandinavian came to the Americas. That only makes sense when you know that we are Wind Clan . . . the descendants of the Northeast Georgia Apalache. Apalache is the Anglicization of Aparasi, which is a Panoan word meaning “Descendants of People from the Sea.”
Okay, this is where it gets bizarre. I always assumed that I would be living on a big farm for the rest of my life, with lots of children and grandchildren. My former wife and I spent a small fortune on fertility treatments for her, but I thought that no children resulted. The doctors could not figure out what the problem was. After we were separated, her psychologist was required by Virginia law to tell me that she had become pregnant in college, several years before I knew her, so she was fertile. However, she had repeatedly used spermicides and multiple abortions while we were married!
Well, then some weird things began to make sense. While I was living in the Reems Creek Valley near Asheville, a nurse, who until then was a total stranger, came up to me. She told me that if I wanted to have children, I needed to immediately divorce my wife and marry another woman. I would quickly have children with her. Who says such things to strangers? I really didn’t understand what she meant.
Exactly 20 years later I was the architect for two buildings at the Windy Gap campus of Young Life near where I lived in North Carolina. That same nurse was by then the nurse for Windy Gap. I asked her what she meant by that strange statement. I added that she had been absolutely right. The biggest mistake in my life was being moral. LOL She said that quite a few people in Asheville knew that my wife was aborting the children conceived with fertility treatments. The doctors thought that I had real fine genes and didn’t want them to go to waste. SO . . . they froze most of my semen and sold it to other patients for several years. All of the women became pregnant. I might have over a hundred children out there in the world. The women were told by the fertility clinic that the donor was a “Cherokee Architect.” Of course, if I had been Cherokee, there would have been very few Indigenous American genes, but my percentage was 26% and it was all Mesoamerican and Peruvian.
Last fall, I received an odd email from a lady, who is a Biomedical Engineer from Georgia Tech. She said that both her brother and her were adopted and told that their father was well-educated Cherokee. She asked me if Cherokees could also be part Maya . . . even though the North Carolina Cherokees played a major role in the “Maya Myth-busting in the Mountains” thang. I said, “Yes. Descendants of the Tamatly and Valley Bands of Cherokees in the southern edge of North Carolina were actually descendants of Creeks, who chose to join the Cherokee Alliance.” She then wrote and asked me if Cherokees could be part Peruvian. I wrote back, “yes . . . for the same reason.” The final email asked me if it was possible for Cherokees to have Sami DNA. I wrote back that it was not likely, but could have come from a white ancestor.
I heard back from the lady this past weekend. She has been a subscriber of the People of One Fire for many months and has been going through hundreds of my articles. She also had some very serious conversations with her mother. The lady engineer confessed that she was from Asheville and that as a little girl, her mother had driven her and her brother up to the Shenandoah Valley to visit our goat cheese dairy farm. We moved from Asheville to Virginia in 1987. She also confessed that she and her brother were not adopted, but created by artificial insemination. Her mother’s live-in boyfriend couldn’t have children, she chose that route to motherhood. The boyfriend eventually announced that he was gay and moved in with a man.
After the guy moved out, her mother had a crush on me, but I was still married and foolishly moral. In fact, I remember that real estate agent hitting on me several occasions. She would hire me to inspect historic buildings then rub my neck when we were driving to the structures. Lordamercy, I remember how close I came to crossing the line. As Jimmy Carter described himself, I lusted in my heart mightily. LOL Her mother strongly suspected that the Cherokee Architect was me and intentionally purchased my semen, when she twice used AI to get pregnant. So now we know why a woman and man from Asheville, NC also have Mesoamerican, Mayan, Panoan, Sami, Basque and Polynesian DNA. LOL Of course, the Mayas didn’t come to Georgia or North Carolina so this information will never be published in anthropology textbooks.
Nevertheless, in honor of my newly discovered DNA daughter, who was dressed in white and gold to cheer the brave and bold . . . I send you “Rambling Wreck from Georgia Tech” . . . filmed at the Biltmore in Asheville.
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