Treks: Volume One

By F. Imani Vegas

As a doctor of anthropology, archaeology, and linguistics, Eva has always been aware of the difference between theory and practical knowledge. As she departs for a series of research treks to the far corners of the earth, Eva soon finds herself facing several intriguing, ancient mysteries that will test her skills and teach her unforgettable lessons about the power of the universe.

Eva begins the first of seven treks in Palenque, Mexico, where, with the assistance of Doctoro Ruz, she soon learns the truth of the glyphs of Pakal. Next, she travels to Olduvai, Africa, where she is guided by the Maasai Chief Kibo as she seeks the source of mankind, the Garden of Eden. From there she journeys to Hokkaido, Japan; Santorini, Greece; Rapa Nui, Easter Island, Polynesia; and finally to Columbia, South America, where a Kogi Shaman summons Eva and provides evidence of ancient aliens and a dire warning for all mankind.

In her search of the origins of mankind among the conflicts of interpretation, source validity, religious debate, and discrimination, Eva is guided by ancient wisdom as she uncovers a series of perplexing mysteries that reveal the devastating effects of past mistakes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462051779

F. Imani Vegas

F. Imani Vegas is a world traveler who enjoys incorporating a love of archaeology, architecture, and art in a fascinating collection of “treks” to confirm cosmic connections. Reinforcing the concept of the universe responds and the validity of the golden rule, Vegas relies on respect of self, others, and the cosmos.

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Contents

Prologue

Trek #1

Trek #2

Trek #3

Trek #4

Trek #5

Trek #6

Trek #7

Epilogue

Prologue

Eva

I have accepted the contract offered by the Global Council of Antiquities, the GCA and assigned a series of research treks. The agenda, to verify societal links in the original Saharian migration of mankind. As a doctor of Anthropology, Archaeology and Linguistics I am always aware of the difference between theory and practical knowledge. I know you can not learn of the people unless you walk in their shoes so to speak. Conversations at the dinner table, life experiences, personal history, all clues. Principles and morals lead the way to understanding. I am continuously amazed at the similarities of the people of the world, regardless of environmental factors. Like a story book, we all have the same basic story, only the details differ and as always, never, never judge a book by its cover. Little did I realize I would be faced with a number of ancient mysteries on these treks.

As I pack I reminisce. My fascination with history began in childhood. We were immigrants in a new country and lived in a multi-cultural part of the city. My curiosity of our differences and my love of reading planted the seed for my career. Our household was dysfunctional. My mother, pure Basque, had married a man for convenience not love. It provided an escape from her village and a way to hide her shame. My father was a heavy drinker and psychologically abusive. Like my mother, I too sought escape and education was the way. Now, as an adult I am free. Mother died of cancer some years ago and I have no contact with Father. He moved on. I use my qualifications to secure contracts that provide opportunities to travel and fulfill my driving desire to prove we are all one species, one family.

Okay, back to the packing check list. Oil canvas hat, hiking boots, notebooks, pens, red neck scarf, and most important my antique metal engineers compass. Not a fashionista I wear chinos, shirts and sandals. For warmth I have my colourful ruana, the Andes form of serape. A memento from a previous trek to South America. I travel light, no luggage, just my leather rucksack. My life is about people not stuff.

I call the airport taxi and lock the apartment door. Goodbye Canada hello Mexico. This first trek is to research the glyphs on the famous sarcophagus lid of King Pakal, The Lid of Palenque. I love Mexico and in past travelled to numerous Aztec and Mayan sites.

Trek #1

Pakal

In Situ: Palenque Mexico.

Day One:

I step from the decrepit helicopter after a short flight from Mexico City, into the smothering humidity. My guide is waiting, rigid, arms folded, glaring. An ominous welcome. What’s macho man’s problem? Do I have misgivings of this trek, never, of this guide, seems so. Here we go again, that old male vs female conflict but the secret of the Lid of Palenque awaits.

Into the jeep and a short ride to a seasonal camp with the Temple of Inscriptions, 24 metres high, towering nearby.

As we drive Jesus glares and I observe. He is short, rugged, bronze, pure muscle, graying ponytail, super clean and around 50 maybe. No Americanization here. He wears harache sandals, chinos, light white cotton tunic with red Azteca sash, just like the postcards. It’s in his eyes. The distain disturbs me. The eyes are the window to the soul it is said. For an expert linguist he sure doesn’t say much.

I feel his intrusion. I have always had that half metre comfort zone. He is too close and I can feel his thoughts. Too young, probably arrogant and demanding. Nice green eyes and red hair but still a gringa. A qualified archaeologist, we shall see.

Suddenly Jesus says, the commercialization of the ancients treasures puts an ache in my heart. I respond. Si, I agree we do not properly respect our treasures for the knowledge they impart. He nods in affirmation. That went well.

We arrive and Jesus prepares a meal of spit roasted butter chicken, my favourite. Rice, beans and lots of poblano peppers well salted in the roast trough below. I will savour the taste of the buttery meat, the creamy rice and the bite of the peppers. Welcome back to Mexico I say to myself. Simple lemon water to drink and silence. Jesus grunts as he passes a wooden spoon and bowl. I boldly respond gracias por la comida thank you for the meal and he just glares back at me.

Okay Jesus, time to get things sorted out. A picture of Father’s face, disapproving as usual, flashes before me. The old anger rises. Calm down, I tell myself, I can not let my Basque volcano bubble. I firmly state the purpose of my being here is to get answers to some questions regarding the Lid in relation to my research in anthropological cultural connections. I appeal to his expertise. I comment, there may be a link between Mayan and Egyptian glyphs. His eyes flicker. The ah ha moment, and I continue matter of factly. That’s your area. I am here to review old information and apply new techniques. Is the Lid telling the truth? There’s that glare again. Is it history, prediction or just plain storytelling? I sigh as Jesus stands abruptly and walks away. Buenos noches I shout after him. Looks like this will be an intense trip as I have already offended him. Interesting, his pride is overriding the research. But wait, didn’t I just do the same thing? As latinos,