James Steimle - The Kukulkan Manuscript

With new resolve, Alred looked down at the page. THE MESOAMERICA MIDDLE-EAST CONNECTION Codex KM-1 and Related Finds by Dr. Dennis Albright, Ohio State University Introduction When I first arrived in the Valley of Guatemala, I was surprised by the intensity of the beautiful surroundings and the simple humility of the native people. But surprise is too shallow a word to describe the immense shock I felt when I walked around the new archaeological site just outside of the small Indian village called Kalpa in the Cuchumatan mountains. One point solidified in my mind when I beheld all the facts for the first time. I would have scoffed at the thought only hours before! ^i There is an ancient Mesoamerican connection with the Middle-East. The academic world can have no doubt about it anymore. ^ii When my companions expressed their impressions, I simply couldn’t believe it. In fact, I refused to! Then I saw the codex which we have come to term KM-1 (Kalpa Manuscript, One). ^iii Part of a larger library, KM-1 and its apparent home illustrate three points which I shall illuminate below. First, Kalpa sits on the outskirts of an ancient city far greater than any metropolis previously discovered in Central America. That fact alone demands years of investigation. Second, KM-1 contains both words and pictures correlating directly to certain localities of the Middle-East, suggesting more than arbitrary evidence of the transoceanic contact discussed by a small number of recent and heretofore relatively unrecognized scholars over the last twenty years. ^iv Last of all, I suspect KM-1 is the most complete and detailed codex of the ancient inhabitants of Highland Guatemala c. 700 BCE. I do not wish to mislead the reader. The aforementioned finds are completely new and require a thorough study, which will surely tax Mesoamerican archaeologists for at least the next fifty years. I acknowledge certain flaws involved in our present study. We have found so far no definitive name for the ancient center, nor are we unified in supposing exactly who lived at the site. Dating has been assumed from the language of KM-1 alone, and the writing has been a tremendous point of argumentation for the few of us at the Kalpa dig. ^v No part of the manuscript has been interred into a lab. KM-1 is unlike anything we have found in the past, and is subject to numerous questions that we have no time for in this paper. ^vi The first and foremost argument against this paper might be an attempt to show that KM-1 was planted at a later date by evil-designing persons bent on fame or religious prestige. ^vii But the codex, coming forth from a small library tightly sealed from the outer world, speaks for itself. It exists! It is tangible evidence of the study presented below. We shall soon see the day when KM-1 will meet every conceivable scientific test, all careful scrutiny, and each critical eye, revealing to the public the fluidity of the past as we know it. There is an unquestionable relationship between Mesoamerica and the Middle-East. Allow me to be your guide!

Alred tossed the magazine to the far edge of the table and slammed her eyelids shut. There is no connection whatsoever between ancient America and the Near East, she told herself.

Figure it out Alred!

Who’d written these words in blue ink by the paper’s title?

Where was Dr. Ulman? And what had he found?

Worth ruining his life for?

Hers?

She dropped her head until it thudded against wood.

April 15

6:48 p.m. PST

Dorado went insane.

That had to be the reason.

Running mad into the dark, brave Dorado, now deranged.

Alred tried not to think about it, but the feelings, the memories came like a tidal wave…forty-two feet above the shoreline and hovering…

He escaped when everyone thought him securest. Somehow he bypassed the massive birthday celebration. Everyone was present. Alred couldn’t believe Dorado went unnoticed. His black hair on end like Mr. Hyde. His mouth dripping with hot saliva.

He got away.

Someone stumbled upon the hole in his cell.

So as not to disturb the party, the word was spread in secret, and the necessary people stepped out.

They ran to their vehicles and scoured the area.

Alred knew where he went. The same place she would go, if she could run from this mad world into greater madness: the highest building…it had to be climbed. The edifice existed for that sole challenge.

Dorado fled to that holy point.

He bypassed the security guards.

He slid into an elevator…and flew.

To the roof.

With the stars shining down, he called to the night in a painful wail. Only the constellations knew Dorado’s lost madness. Like silent gods they stared down on the sacrifice.

Crying one last time to the moon that never gave comfort, Dorado jumped…into empty space. Gravity caught him with selfish hands, yanking him to the ground so far below.

They didn’t find him until the next day.

Alred’s father wasn’t even sure it was Dorado. But he had to tell his little girl something.

They’d get a new dog, he said.

Staring at the night sky, at the star formations, she knew somehow she’d cursed her best friend by naming him after the stars in the southern hemisphere. She’d trapped him in eternal darkness, which had become his destiny. The scourge had something to do with the night, but she couldn’t figure out the rest.

Weeping, Alred wondered if her father had lied.

Dorado…was flat as a bunny on a highway, her Dad said.

So…what if it really wasn’t Dorado? Wasn’t it unidentifiable? Black fur? It meant nothing.

Alred shivered as the wind scratched her arms in passing. Was Dorado still out there…?

Forever after she heard the cry of her dog…faraway.

The question was never answered.

The darkness took her father within a year.

Did she ever hear his voice?

Now…what about…Dr. Christopher Ulman?

The wheels of Alred’s car squealed in pain as they rubbed against the cement curb in front of the Ulman’s humble place.

Alred pulled on the emergency break, which sounded for a second like a chain saw trying to start without gasoline. “You must be mistaken with this.”

Porter laughed, but ran out of energy. “You’ve seen my translation!”

“But I still haven’t seen the codex itself, Porter, and I was told we were both working on the project. I have no way of validating your words, and frankly, you are really disappointing me!”

Porter pulled his head back. “You’re…afraid it’s true.”

“I am trying to make an accurate study of something I can’t even see.” She wouldn’t look at him.

“And I’m protecting you the best I can. You never asked to see the book,” he said with a weak smile.

“You’re stealing the work!”

“Possession of this codex is probably illegal, Alred. You don’t have it. You can’t be implicated.” Porter stared at her right ear.

“I was assigned to work with you on this project,” she said, shooting him a stinging glance. “Ulman’s codex belongs to the University, or at least to the department heads. If anyone is implicated, it’s Masterson and maybe Ulman.”

“Okay,” said Porter, “I’ll show you the book tomorrow.”

“That would be fine.” Her face was quiet marble and colder than Antarctic ice.

The doors of the brown Toyota Celica opened like bat wings.

Alred made it to the top of Mrs. Ulman’s steps first and stabbed the doorbell.

“I really don’t think she’ll have anything for us,” Porter said. He looked back at the street and the rest of the neighborhood in the late afternoon sun.

Alred didn’t bother with a reply. She had other motives.

The door swung open.

“Professor Arnott!” Alred shivered. “What are you doing here?”