Reunion of the Crystal Skulls

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Reunion of the Crystal Skulls: An Adventure of Mayan 2012 Prophecy
Having found his partner and the love of his life, the Maya woman Tlalli, Mack MacAlister strives to resume a reality that he understands. But, his discovery that he is integral to Mayan 2012 prophecy makes this impossible. With a baby on the way, he and Ichtaca, the old Maya shaman, search for more ways to help him evolve his intuitive powers. But, Rafael Sánchez and the contingency that tried to steal the master Crystal Skull before still endeavor to defy his legacy, knowing the true source of his strength. The complete matrix of all thirteen sacred Crystal Skulls must be reunited on December 31, 2012 for the portal to the Fifth World to open and allow man’s conscious evolution, and to save the Earth and mankind from destruction. The race is on to the end of days as the Maya have predicted.

November 2005
Just weeks after the destruction of Osiricanwiyah.

          Toquanta rose and slammed her fist down on the huge black oval table, her white hair fanning out around her angry beet-red face. “This is ludicrous. All is not lost. We have time to rectify this problem.”
          Rafael had never seen his mother this livid and was glad for once that her anger was directed at someone besides him. He watched her glare at Daedalus, the tall man at the head of the table and then as if she had heard his thoughts, she turned and shot him a nasty look. Well, indirectly he was implicated.
          “What problem?” shouted Amayra, jumping to her feet and glaring across the shiny obsidian surface. “The Osiricanwiyah-Pleiheitakah trial is a success. We have finally achieved victory. The Earth peoples are becoming more heart-centered every day. They are proving they are a race that can consciously achieve enlightenment. There will be no problem attaining the number of Rainbow Light Warriors necessary to open the portal when their sun aligns with the dark rift at the end of their Earth year 2012. The Pleiheitakah Council is working now to reunite all thirteen sacred crystal skulls to allow for perfect alchemy. The Galactic Council is shouting success. What problem, Toquanta?”
          Since Rafael and his mother had moved between realities and arrived on the planet Tooquanoil in the Boõtes Constellation, different members of the Council of Elders had been ranting and raving about the huge debacle over the attempt to steal Sskwanasie, the life-size master crystal skull, which contained the secrets of conscious evolution. Toquanta and another member of the small faction that opposed the trial of man being conducted on the tiny blue planet called Earth, had seized an opportunity to sabotage the experiment. She had enlisted her son, Rafael Sánchez, a Mexican magistrate, to track Mack McAlister and discover the location of the Maya holy city, Osiricanwiyah. Once there his mission had been simple, kill McAlister, Ichtaca, an old Maya shaman, and escape with the skull. Ichtaca had been the current Keeper of the Skulls and he along with the past mah kinas of the ancient Jaguar Dynasty had created a safe haven for the crystal deep in the catacombs of the pyramid of Wisdom and Knowledge for over ten thousand years. Just as Rafael and his men had nabbed the skull, a tumultuous earthquake had rocked the city causing chaos and devastation. Sánchez’s avarice and irrational temperament were the cause of several disastrous decisions, plus the warrior, Mack, Jaguar Seeks the Truth, had turned out to be a much more formidable opponent than expected. Rafael had barely escaped with his life. His men had not.
          Daedalus raised a hand to try and pacify the situation across the table and members of the council took their seats. “Toquanta, no one here had any knowledge of your objective.”
          Charon, Toquanta’s best friend, immediately lowered her eyes and examined the glassy finish of the tabletop.
          Daedalus continued, “Had we known, it certainly would not have been sanctioned. For millennia, issues of this type have been voted upon by this Council and it is unheard of that you would pursue this ancient squabble on your own. Now the Elders of this entire constellation are being called to appear before the Galactic Council to explain this fiasco. You have put us in an incredibly awkward position.”
          Toquanta glanced at Charon who now seemed busy with a spot on the front of her gown. Toquanta slumped into her seat still seething.
          “After conferring with Council members we are asking for your resignation.”
          Toquanta glared at the slim figure and then her eyes roamed the faces of the others. These were people she had considered friends, family. Finally, lifting her head in defiance, she spat out, “Never! My father served on this Council before me. In fact, someone of my lineage has served for over two-hundred-fifty thousand years. I will not resign.”
          “Then you have forced my hand and it will be put to a vote. All in favor of Toquanta’s removal from this Council signify by raising your right hand.”
          The vote was unanimous, including Charon.
          Toquanta rose and fled from the room, trying to hold back tears of rage. Rafael looked around nervously and then stole after her.
          “Mother, you told me the Elders were behind this one-hundred percent. You said stealing the crystal skull would be the only way the Boõtes people would ever be vindicated; that the portal had to be kept closed on the Winter Solstice in 2012.” Rafael’s outburst concluded with a shriek, “You fuckin’ lied to me!”
          They stood outside the Council chambers in a beautiful natural garden. Enormous clear quartz crystals in a myriad of sizes and shapes refracted the light of Tooquanoil’s sun as they reached for the heavens between colossal old oak trees. Flowers of every color of the rainbow graced the walkway and any number of birds twittered as they watched the scene before them with curiosity. Both mother and son were oblivious to the splendor.
          “I did not really lie,” she mumbled, looking down at the red stone walkway.
          Rafael raised his eyebrows in amazement. Her defensive posture was completely foreign to him. Usually she berated him and left him feeling completely worthless.
          “There are others on the Council that were behind me, but today they were very inconspicuous,” she finished with a snide laugh.
          Several of the Council members began exiting through the intricately carved doors of the senate building. They held back in a small group and pretended to discuss other business when they sensed the argument at the end of the walk.
          “Let’s go,” said Toquanta, eyeing the group with contempt and regaining some of her composure. “This battle is not over.”

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