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INKARI
The Sacred Prophecy of the Inca King
Rom Siquijor
Copyright © 2007, 2012 by Rom Siquijor.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011926508
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-6176-4874-8
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Contents
Dedication
Tunupa, the Son of the Sun
Tecelin, the Knight of Burgundy
St. Bernard, Melchizedek’s Brother at Fate
The Prophesy of St. Malachy
The Second Crusade
The Return of Tunupa
The Origin of the Incas
Melchizedek, the High Priest of God
The Baphomet and the Templars of the Sun
The Treasure of the Inca Kings
Pay Quanchis Yachay
Epilogue
On Man, Nature, and God
Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam
Acknowledgements
Endnotes:
Dedication
This book is heartily dedicated to Lance Gabriel, Luke Ivan, Louise Ysabel, Paula Angelica, and to all the children of the new millennium-in whose hands were bestowed the key to the awakening of the new human consciousness, the transformation of the world, and the emergence of the golden age of peace of the Taripay Pacha …
While most explorers in the Peruvian soil are in desperate pursuit for the existence of the controversial golden chain of Inca Huaina Capac; the author is in desperate pursuit of the controversial golden truth and the mystery of human existence …
Tunupa, the Son of the Sun
Figure 1. Stone-etched profile of Tunupa at Mt. Pinkuylluna
It was the summersolstice of the year 1100, when the Iong wait of the lnca’s for the return and transformation of the giant stone figure of Tunupa in the Mountain of Pinkuylluna had finally occurred, but in a way they least expected…
It was foretold by the great Incan prophecy that, [On the first day of the summer solstice, three thousand years after Tunupa1, the messenger of the Supreme Incan God was turned into stone for his transgressions of imparting men with godly intelligence, will come back to life. He will bring salvation to the great empire in the final days of the tribulation, and reunite all mankind under the rule of one God—Apu Kun Ticsi Viracocha2, master of the Universe—creator of Kay Pacha3, Ukhu Pacha4, and Hanan Pacha5…]
The day was June 21, 1100®. As the majestic sun starts to devour the darkness of the dawn with its mighty golden rays, the cocks began to crow. The blistering cold wind howls in contempt against the crimson sky of the new dawn. In the place called Pacarintanpu6, where the sun is born every day at the Valley of Ollaytantambo7, Yuca, a recluse member of the cult of the virgins was grimacing in pain. Her auburn-colored skin was perspiring heavily as she gasped for thin air, trying to push the creature out of her womb—whose father was unknown.
There, inside a small hut, with walls made of light brown bricks of hardened mud mixed with sand and flour acting as resin, a weak flickering oil lamp was burning against the frigid morning mist. A blend of a strange strong aroma of burnt smell and scent of blood fills the air. Capanga, the Naica8 or the local witchdoctor, wearing a bizarre headdress adorned with black feathers of a condor with dried snake curled high at the crown portion of her head, was startled. After she pulled the baby out of Yuca’s womb, the baby snarled like a puma cub instead of to cry. Her mixed emotions of nervousness and delight heightened upon seeing that the skin of the baby was scaly and was radiating with an enormous glow, similar to the golden rays of the sun. It was inexplicably glowing bright once in a while but turns dull in another instant.
The Naica cut the umbilical cord that binds the tender life of the eerie golden baby and his mother with a sharpened piece of metal sterilized with ash. Then, she bathed him with luke-warm water from a basin made of clay. As she rinsed the baby, holding it upside down with one hand, she noticed that at the baby’s right palm, was a birth mark perfectly shaped like the sun. Her eyes grew big and teary. Her body shivered all over. She gulped as she reckoned in her mind that this is the symbol and the birth right of the son of the sun, according to the Incan prophecies. She fell on her knees with tears flowing from her eyes and uttered, “Tunupa was reborn, the great messenger of our supreme God Apu Kun Ticsi Viracoeha—master of this universe, the creator of Kay Paeha, Ukhu Paeha, and Hanan Paeha!”
The Naica poured blood of a pure black llama9 over the body of the newly born, to purify it and protect it against any evil. She originally intended to make this divine offering of pure blood at the monument of Tunupa in a distant mountain called Pinkuyllunai0. She knew however, at that precise moment, it was Tunupa himself on her hands.
With a steaming clay pot of coca leaves mixed with some herbs, an aromatic spice and mint filled the air, as Capanga rushed back to attend to the frail Yuca, who has remained motionless for a while. Yuca was starring blank into the ceiling made of dried woven grass straws. Her face, although burnt with the fiery blaze of the sun contrasted by the blistering cold wind went pale.
“Yuca! Yuca! Exult! You were blessed to be the vessel of Tunupa—to come back to life and rule us once more—as Manco Capacii, Ayar Cacai2, Ayar Cachoi3, Ayar Putii4, Mama Ocllois, Mama Huacoi6, Mama Rauai7 and Mama Curais did … blessing our soils with fertility and posterity from Pachamamaci9 and to implant us with the greater knowledge of the stars!”
Yuca, belonged to the cult of the virgins, but was exiled by the whole valley and had to live in solitude after being impregnated by somebody or something that even she never knew. People labeled her as a pampairuna20 or a woman of lowest class—a prostitute.
The cult of the virgins known as the “Virgins of the Sun” were supposed to be dedicated to the service of the great Inca Emperor for whatever purpose he wishes—from weaving, to entertainment, to become the Incas concubines or concubines of his most loyal generals and curacas21 or political leaders. They were selected since childhood for their beauty. Yuca was said to be among the finest. She was taller than a common woman in her tribe, she was slim and firm. She usually adorns her straight ebony black hair, which extends mid-way at her back, with fragrant white flowers. She has big round eyes and long dark eyelashes. Her skin was supple and delicately tanned by the sun that makes it auburn or golden-brown.
It was said that one day, Yuca was found unconscious at the side of the mountain of Pinkuylluna and lost her sanity after that. She never spoke to anybody again since then. Some said she was raped. Some said, she got impregnated by the Sun-god himself. No one really knew what happened, but in the eyes of the tribe, she was then considered a pampairuna, unworthy of the
privileges of the Virgins of the Sun.
In a little while, Yuca tried to open her eyes, and with the last air she gasped from this world, she shouted “Tunupa!22”, then she radiated a blazing glow, like sun rays emanating from her body. Then, like a shooting star—after a glimmering show, her heart stopped throbbing and vanished from the earth forever.
After putting Yuca in a basket woven from dried weeds and grass straws (which is a customary Incan coffin) and putting some herbs to mummify her body, the Naica took the baby with her; to raise him as her own child.
Outside, the rest of the Incan tribes people were preparing offerings and sacrifices for the great tribulation and the return of Tunupa at the town-center. Blood of the biggest and purest black llamas were being poured by the uilac-umu23 or the high priest, at the altar of Quoricancha24 or the Temple of the Sun. The uilac-umu uses a sacrificial knife called tumi25 to open the chest of the animals. He extracts the heart while still throbbing, and take it with his bare hands as he chants an eerie prayer. The women of the tribe made a giant garland out of various fragrant and colorful flowers available at the valley and draped it around the neck of the great natural stone monument of Tunupa mid-way at the mountain of Pinkuylluna. This monument was believed to be Tunupa himself when he was turned into stone for his transgression against the supreme Incan God Apu Kun Ticsi Viracocha, for imparting men with godly intelligence. Then, they all patiently waited for the giant stone to return back to life as it was foretold.
Inca Sinchi Roca26, the brave Inca king was the ruler of the great valley of the Incas at that period. He has ruled his people with intelligence, tact, order, and great political alliances. He was revered as a great ruler who has continued to transform the old world of the Indian savages into the new age of the Incas. He has brought a new revolutionary thinking with higher intellect inherited from his great Incan ancestors and his father Manco Capac himself. He taught the other Indian tribes they conquered how to live like human beings and not like savages; a legacy and quest that his father was known for. He developed and promulgated great laws against human sacrifices, cannibalism, incest (except with Incan blood to preserve the purity of their progeny), sodomy, stealing, and other crimes—which were mostly dealt with the highest punishment of death.
The Inca king sits at his throne of an elaborately carved rock that rest on top of the Quoriconcha, facing east. He anxiously waits for the great stone monument to come back to life together with the entire empire. The monument looked like a naturally-carved rock formation of the face of Tunupa with fierce eyes, long beard, high cheek-bones, and on top of it rest a crown. He believes, according to the prophesy, that Tunupa will reappear in the great window of the sun at that precise day to redeem the Incan race during the final tribulation and bring them back to Hanan Pacha (heaven), where his great ancestors came from. He likewise believed that all his good and outstanding feats at Kay Pacha (earth) will earn him a seat beside Apu Kun Ticsi Viracocha, the supreme God of Hanan Pacha.
The day was filled with festivities. There were a lot of dancing, singing, sacrifices and food. But, to their demise, that day, like any other day, the sun was cloaked by darkness, as if the great giant vulture concealed it under its mighty wings, as it soars high during its daily flight of death; Tunupa never appeared at the window of the sun and no tribulation took place, as what the Inca’s literally perceived in the prophecy.
Inca Sinchi Roca was disappointed and felt disgraced; for it is a great dishonor for the Incas not to have this great prophesy realized. So, from then on, he concentrated more on architecture, agriculture, and even astronomy and put less emphasis on worships. Although, at the back of his mind, there is always the enormous question that kept-on adding weight day by day. Until after almost six lunar months, he could no longer bear the burden that kept tormenting him. He summoned the uilac-umu, demanding answer why Tunupa never came the day it was prophesized; putting the Incan credibility in a stuttering position. The uilac-umu then summoned a rimac27 or an oracle herald to be consulted. However, when the rimac arrived, he told them to wait after 15 nights as the time was not ripe. They needed to wait until the nights are longer than the days (actually Dec. 21, in the current calendar), or the day that marks the beginning of the winter solstice.
Inca Sinchi Roca and the uilac-umu went to see the rimac after 15 nights as told, and at the Fountain of the Sun at town center of Ollaytantambo, the Inca and the high priest were asked to make sacrifices of blood of the purest black llamas.
As the rimac was chanting words of unknown origin and sprinkling drops of blood into the fountain, the water went frenzy, they altogether saw an apparition of a baby whose color is as gold as the rays of the sun and had a beard like the revered monument of Tunupa at Pinkuylluna. This vision, as the rimac explained, is why Tunupa’s stone figure never went back to life; as he was actually reincarnated in flesh and blood as a boy and not as the great giant figure at the mountain of Pinkuylluna that they were all expecting to come alive.
Inca Sinchi Roca never really understood the vision and was skeptical about the explanation of the rimac, but the uilac-umu knew that it was the llaica’s adopted son whose image appeared in the mystical fountain. The uilac-umu, who is a half brother of Inca Sinchi Roca feared that once the people learned that the baby and Tunupa are one, then they might start revering him as god, overthrow his brother and install him as the rightful king of the empire. With such fear, the uilac-umu made a plan to dispose of the baby.
The uilac-umu sent a curaca, the leader of a pact of the smallest unit of the empire, in the village where Llaica Capanga lives. The plan was to send the Naica to Pisac28 (a neighboring city) on a portentous royal mission that she could not decline; then, carry-out their evil ploy against the golden child to banish him from the valley forever.
The curaca was small and stout, past middle age, carries a suspicious eye, and possesses a sweet tongue that can cunningly persuade the naive llaica. Upon entering the hut with his assistant, they were welcomed with a foul odor filling the air like an old rotting rat.
Then, as the curaca rolls his eyes around place, he could not help but notice the dried feet’s of different kind of fowls and rodents hanging all over place. At the center, on top of an improvised altar sits a preserved medium-sized vulture that served as the main adornment. He felt eerie as the eyes of the dried vulture seem to follow him wherever he tried to look. The hair in his arms quivered and a cold gust of air crawled into his spines.
“Curaca, can I bring my son with me as nobody will take care of him while I’m at Pisac?” the Naica begged, as she continues to stir into a broth she was cooking. It was some kind of a soup mixed with rice, choclo29 (a kind of corn), different herbs, and meat of cuy30 or guinea pig.
“I’m so sorry Capanga, this is a royal mission of utmost importance and the uilac-umu, specifically requested you to carry-on with this delicate task. Nevertheless, I will assign somebody from the village to take care of your son while you are out. Now, pack your things and be ready; as time is of great importance,” he paused and gulped before continuing, “And—you know well the punishment for disobeying the direct orders of the Incas!” the curaca exclaimed with a mix of impunity and nervousness reverberating in his voice.
Llaica Capanga took off the clay pot out of the fire, poured some into two small clay bowls and offered them to the curaca and his assistant, “I humbly offer you to partake of our meager meal; I prepared it to celebrate the first solstice of my son!” Then, as she went inside the room, the curaca and his assistant hurriedly emptied the content of their bowl out the window. Then, they pretended to continue eating when they heard the Naica coming out of the room with the golden baby in her arms.
“Curaca, please take good care of my son and he will take good care of us soon! In his hands rest the future of the empire!”
The curaca then took the boy, wrapped it with a blanket made of fur of alpaca3i and slowly trie
d to glimpse at its face. But, as soon as he uncovers it, his eyes got hazy because of the glow radiating out from the boy. He was startled. Thinking that the boy is of evil nature, he immediately handed it over to his envoy, who was actually the designated henchman.
“Don’t worry Capanga! We will take care of your son and we will make sure that he will be included in the next census of the village—as I know, he has not been included in our records yet.”
The curaca was probably referring to the census of the dead, as they marched-away.
The henchman was stout, with dumb eyes, hatchet-faced, bulbous nose, and teeth protruding with dark cavities (suggesting that he could have been from the flesh-devouring tribe of the Chancas32). He was ordered to bring the baby in a far-away place to banish him forever, but not to kill him. Subconsciously, they are also afraid of the wrath of the Sun-god Inti; if the rumor is true that the boy is his son.
Directly from the hut of Capanga, the man traveled with the baby for 7 days and 7 nights on foot, on llama, and on canoe along the river of Vilcanota until they reached the mouth of the great lake Titicaca33.
Along the way, fatigue and hunger seem to suggest him to feast on the boy’s young flesh and soft meat, but he was able to control his appetite for human flesh. He knew that the uilac-umu would easily learn about it; believing that the high priest have power to monitor him from his mystic vision. Then, he could be persecuted for such a horrendous act of cannibalism. He knew that the Inca Emperor has banned eating human meat for meal since their tribe was conquered.
Upon reaching the Titicaca Lake, he then put the boy on a small improvised raft made of dried straw grass, as instructed. Delighted, he went back to Cusco34 to bring the news of his successful mission.