"The Death Of Zipacna"

As the old saying goes, 'the fruit (seed) doesn't fall far from the tree'. Look at Bush family. Both G.W. Bush and his father. Are both ruthless murders. Look how many Iraqi and Afghanistan civilians have been killed. Either with conventional weapons. Or for many years to come. By the use of Depleted Uranium shells. It's easy to see how the Popol Vuh can be compared to modern "Times". As the World waits for the Twins. To bring the Karma to those who murder and enslave the citizens of the World. Then live to boast about it. If the Popol Vuh is correct. Soon the World will be back to Santa Cruz. Now we shall learn about the Son of Seven Macaw. His name is Zipacna, first son (eldest). He claims to be the maker of Earth and represents caiman (alligator). And the brother of Earthquake.

And here are the deeds of Zipacna, the first son of Seven Macaw.

'I am the maker of mountains,' says Zipacna.

And this is Zipacna, bathing on the shore (alligator). Then the Four Hundred Boys (Pleiades) passed by dragging a log, a post for there hut. The Four Hundred Boys were walking along, having cut a great tree for the lintel (top beam) of the hut.

And then Zipacna went there, he arrived where the Four Hundred Boys were:

'What are you doing boys?'

'It's just a log. We can lift up to carry it.'

'I'll carry it. Where does it go?' What do you intend to use it for?'

'It's just a lintel for our hut.'

'Very well,' he replied.

And then he pulled it, or rather carried it, right on top of the entrance of the hut of the Four Hundred Boys.

'You could just stay with us, boy. Do you have a mother and father?'

'Not so,' he replied.

'We'd like some help to marrow in cutting another log one of our logs, a post for our hut.

'Good,' he replied.

After that the Four Hundred Boys shared there thought.

'About this boy: what should we do with him?'

'We should kill him, because what he does is no good. He lifted that log all by himself. Let's dig a hole for him, and then we'll throw him down in the hole. We'll say to him:

'Why are you spilling dirt in the hole?' And when he's wedged down in the hole we'll wham a big log down behind him. 'Then he should die in the hole.' Said the Four Hundred Boys.

And when they had dug a hole, one that went deep, they called for Zipacna:

'We're asking you to please go on digging out the dirt. We can't go on,' he was told.

'Very well,' he replied.

After that he went down in the hole.

'Call out when enough dirt has been dug, when you're getting down deep,' he was told.

'Yes,' he replied, then he began digging the hole. But the only hole he dug was for his own salvation. He realized that he was to be killed, so he dug a separate hole to one side, he dug a second hole for safety.

'How far is it?' the Four Hundred Boys called down to him.

'I'm digging fast. When I call up to you, the digging will be finished,' said Zipacna, from down in the hole. But he's not digging at the bottom of the hole, in his own grave; rather, the hole he's digging is for his own salvation.

After that, when Zipacna called out, he had gone to safety in his own hole. Then he called out:

'Come here, take the dirt from the hole. It's been dug, I've really gone down deep! Can't you hear my call? As for you call, it just echoes down here, it sounds to me as if you were on another level, two levels away,' said Zipacna from the hole. He's hidden in there, he calls out from down in the hole.

Meanwhile a big log is being dragged along by the boys.

And then they threw the log down the hole.

'Isn't he there? He doesn't speak.'

'Let's keep on listening. He should cry out when he dies,' they said among themselves. They're just whispering, and they've hidden them-selves, each one of them, after throwing down the log.

And then he did speak, now he gave out a single cry. He called out when the log fell to the bottom.

'Right on!He been finished!'

'Very good! We've done him in, he's dead.'