Inkari

by Rom Siquijor

  “Exactly. God is called by many names but inferring to the same Supreme Being. Yes—Manco Capac and Jesus Christ are brothers—as we are all brothers and sisters in the eyes of God.” Melchizedek paused and gazed into the stars.

  “But, can we see God?” Amaru asked as he moved nearer to the blazing wood fire amidst them and threw his hand near to it to combat the coldness of the night.

  Melchizedek paused, gazed into the sky and said, “God is like the heat coming out from the fire. You don’t see it but you feel it. God is the sum of all the energy in the universe. Like a drop of water, we are like a drop of water or a particle of the living energy of God …”

  As Melchizedek rested, Amaru started to play his bone flute while a harauec5 chants a poem in Quechua that goes:

  Camasunqui

  Beautiful princess

  Sumac Niusta

  Your brother

  Toraiquim

  Has broken

  Puinuy quita

  Your vase,

  Paquir cayan

  And that is why

  Hina mantara

  It thunders, why lightning

  flashes

  Cucununum

  And thunderbolts roll.

  Illapantac

  But you, princess,

  Camri Niusta

  Mistress of the rain,

  Unuiquita

  You will give us water,

  Para munqui

  And at other times,

  Mai nimpiri

  Your hand will scatter hail,

  Chichi munqui

  Or snow.

  Riti munqui

  Pachamamac,

  Pacha rurac

  Creator of the world,

  Pacha camac

  And our god Viracocha

  Viracocha

  Have given you a soul

  Cai hinapac

  And a body

  Churansunqui

  For this sole purpose

  The rest of the tribe people could not really comprehend the whole subject of discussion, but this young boy without any formal education nor former knowledge of religion, except the pagan teachings of worshipping the Sun-god, seem to fully grasp the essential concepts. Melchizedek himself was amazed by the intelligence of this boy.

  Amaru’s father Huanahuatug is a shaman who practices black magic. He despises the absurd stories of Melchizedek as they do not conform to his personal beliefs. Huanahuatug is usually dressed with a cape of feathers of several kinds of fowls and a boots made of thick hide of a llama. He has sharp ghastly eyes, which is often reddish as he continuously puffs dried leaves of coca from a pipe made of condor bones. He carries a staff with a horn of a goat that conceals a sharp knife; he uses it during rituals to kill sacrifices. That same staff is used to hit Amaru when he has done something to offend him, or simply when he is intoxicated of chicha6 or corn beer, or when he hallucinates after puffing too much coca. During rituals, he would gulp a tonic derived from sap of a wild cactus that enables him to reach a transcendental state that allows him to perform some horrid ritual of piercing himself with sharp objects in his cheeks, arms, tongue, and sometimes even his head.

  Huanahuatug despises Melchizedek a lot; maybe because the attention of the tribe which used to be his, was now drawn towards the stranger. At times, he would sneak into the gathering—listening covertly in the dark as he puffs smoke into the air.

  Melchizedek, the High Priest of God

  Figure 8. Melchizedek at Pinkuylluna Mountain

  Melchizedek discovers his true nature as the reincarnate of the Incan God Tunupa …

  Melchizedek spent more time at the Mountain of Pinkuylluna in voluntary isolation. All his hair had already turned white. His beard grew longer. His golden aura was once again rekindled as it shimmers more brightly as time passes by. It seems that the bloodline of the gods flowing into his veins had finally awakened and his true nature to be finally revealed.

  One night he had another dream. He saw how the 144,000 beings from a distant constellation called Sirius1 originally inhabited the Earth. They came after their planet collided with Earth and life was implanted thereafter. They looked like reptilian beings. They seem to radiate a glow like his. They breathe through their scales. They were the first inhabitants of the Earth, as what the bearded man had told him. They first settled under the ocean, since they are amphibious and needed a cooler place to live in. Then, when they had acclimatized themselves, some of them later migrated to the lands. They built extravagant empires with big marble pillars of hundred of leagues that surround the whole kingdom. They are asexual and can reproduce singly. They eat little and focus on development of their intellectual powers. They can move things through their minds and communicate through telepathy.

  They have settled into two major continents. Those who have settled in the Atlantic focused on engineering and science and those who have settled in the Pacific continent focused more on spirituality and agriculture.

  Later on, the Atlanteans started experimenting on creating hybrid creatures mixing their blood with some of the land mammals. The masters of the Atlanteans wanted to be gods at their own right. This act angered the gods of the heaven and great beasts of both land and water were summoned by the gods to annihilate their kind2. The masters of Pacific did not accede to plan of the masters of the Atlantean empire and so they escaped. They escaped through the portals from the underwater world to the uplands. Only a few of them had survived and Manco Capac and his brothers and sisters belonged to the fortunate few. Others escaped through other portals where the other ends can be traced in Egypt3, Mexico4, India5, Philippines6, and Tibet7 to identify a few. Physical evidences shows that those who escaped the great holocaust tried to rebuild their empire in the dry lands, like the founders of the great pyramids, that can be found scattered all over the world. These lords lived longer. Those who discovered the power of immortality are said to be still around at this time. Some of them died. Some of them inter-married with mortals and produced more hybrid beings. Their descendants, in the process, lost their godly attributes to breathe underwater, live long, communicate through telepathy, move objects thru their minds, and other physical and supernatural advantages. Nonetheless, they retained fraction of their intellect to live by and remained the potential to harness it at its full extent when the time is ripe. This is suggested to occur when the global enlightenment is awakened, when man reaches and achieves the higher levels of consciousness (like those of the original inteligent inhabitants of the Earth).

  When Melchizedek tried to explain this theory to the Incas, he would use an analogy of the tadpole8. He explains that their early ancestors came from the sea and then walked into the earth—like a tadpole evolving to a frog. The animals, he explained evolved and followed this same pattern of evolution; from the water, then to the earth, then to the air. He further explained the concept of the cosmos and the prediction when man will finally understands his true nature. This was later on represented by the Incan trilogy9 icon, depicting a condor on top of a puma on top of a serpent. This constitute to the exact date when the Milky Way galaxy (which is sh
aped like a serpent biting its tail), will align with the Sun (which is represented by the Sun-god Inti, a condor) and the Earth (which is represented by a land animal, the puma). The exact date of the alignment of these 3 celestial beings is on December 21, 2012.

  He also taught his Incan followers about the universality and the Godly attribute of men. He preached that men were created in the image and likeness of God and that the most important attribute of men is the mind—the capability to think, to discern, and to love. He preached that the only thing that man can bring with him when he dies, are the good memories of the good deeds he did while living on earth. He preached that Hanan Pacha or heaven is actually a mindset, that the good and pure thoughts are the most important assets we can bring in the afterlife and not gold nor silver.

  The next day, just before the sky turned dark and the cold mist clobbers the whole valley, Amaru started to get ready to climb into the mountain. He lives with his father in a small hut with columns made of trunk of trees. Their kitchen was packed with different dried herbs and dead animals hang all over, producing a bizarre odor distinguished by the foul smell of decaying animals. He was sneaking to snatch some dried meat to give to Melchizedek as a present, since hunting at Pinkuylluna had became terribly tough and food was scarce. He was absolutely sure that no one was there, but when he started to put some dried meat into his chuspa9 or pouch, he was startled by the thundering voice of his father Huanahuatug.

  “Where do you think you are bringing that?” Huanahuatug gruffed.

  Amaru gulped and with a shaky voice he answered, “Ah … I will eat them … I plan to go hunting … into the woods … and … I do not want to …”

  “Liar! You are stealing from me to bring to that old fool, isn’t it?” Now, Huanahuatug’s anger has heightened. As he tries to reach for his staff, Amaru took the opportunity to run away. Huanahuatug chased him off. Their hut was located at the foot of the mountain, so the mountain would be a perfect refuge to flee. But, anger drove Huanahuatug to follow him through the rugged terrain, even when sharp rocks along every trail punctured his barren feet badly.

  When Amaru looked back, his father was gone. He sighed as a sign of relief then decided to sit and rest on a huge boulder nearby. He closed his eyes as he gasped for thin air, then as he opens them again his father’s fiery red eyes were looking directly through him, piercing his soul. He was cornered, nowhere to run. Huanahuatug started beating him with his staff, this time harder than usual. He got hit in various parts of his body; his legs, arms, back, and even his chest. His father was out of his mind and seemed possessed by the devil himself. Blood started to drip from Amaru’s back. Then, before Huanahuatug could take the last blow that could finally break his spines, somebody grabbed the staff off his hand. Amaru could barely see who it was because he was delirious and hardly breathing.

  Huanahuatug turned and immediately swung his staff to the other person but missed. Then, upon seeing that it was Melchizedek, he immediately took-out the sharp knife from his staff. He charged furiously at Melchizedek. Melchizedek was trained at combat so he easily evaded the attack. Huanahuatug charged back like an angry wolf but missed. Then, when he charged the third time, Melchizedek waved, side-stepped, and tripped him over. Huanahuatug fell to the ground head first and hit a rock, instantly he was unconscious.

  Melchizedek carried Amaru to his shelter. The boy was half-dead. Some of the Q’ero tribeswoman brought steaming water with chopped herbs and coca10 leaves. They cleansed the open-wound of Amaru, who was slightly groaning in pain. He was so weak. Melchizedek went out to look for thicker blanket made from alpaca fur to comfort the boy against the coldness of the night. When he returned, the old woman attending Amaru broke the bad news to him and pronounced the boy dead.

  Melchizedek was devastated. He felt like he lost his own son. A son he never had. With an overwhelming anger, Melchizedek growled like a puma, and then an intense glow surrounded his body as he rushed back to Amaru. He put his hand over the face of the boy. He started trembling. The glow in his body flickered. After a while, the glow extinguished and Melchizedek lost consciousness. Amaru choked and cough vehemently. He was alive.

  News of the great miracle once again spread like a great epidemic—into the valley, the neighboring villages, up to the nearby provinces. Soon enough, the Templars learned about these seemingly sacrilegious acts. Heresy—nothing else, to the mind of the Captain of the Templars. Without delay, he sent an envoy. The envoy was Lucreadeus, an old orthodox11 monk and was also a veteran Templar warrior. He knew Melchizedek, he had the chance to meet him back in Rome in 1139 at the dinner table among the clergies with Malachy. He knew him perfectly because he was the young lad who cut himself accidentally by a dagger when Tecelin found the baby Melchizedek afloat the lake of Titicaca. Now, he was totally bald but still physically strong. He marched for several thousands of leagues with his troops until he reached the valley of Ollantaytambo. At the foot of Pinkuylluna Mountain he met Huanahuatug. They could barely understand each other, but Huanahuatug knew he was looking for Melchizedek. At first the shaman does not want to help the monk, but when he was offered with some articles he had never seen before in his life, he immediately led the monk the way to the mountain.

  From afar, the two covertly watch the gathering of Melchizedek and his followers. Huanahuatug kept puffing smoke while the monk was gazing intently at Melchizedek. The monk shooed Huanahuatug away after he could no longer tolerate his stinking smell and the odd fume of his smoke, he went alone to face Melchizedek. As he approached, Melchizedek saw him from a distance.

  “Brother, what good wind blew to bring you here?” Melchizedek welcomed the monk and patted him at the back, as he escorts him to his shelter.

  “I have orders to investigate some sacrilegious acts happening in this mountain. Are you aware of any of these?” the monk said as he sits on the piece of trunk that serves as a chair.

  Melchizedek paused, stroked his beard and replied, “I am not aware of any sacrilegious acts around here! I don’t know what are you referring to?” He stood and moved closer to the monk and continued, “Brother, there is no heresy in the truth … There is no sacrilege in revering the one true God!”

  The monk, sharply gazed at Melchizedek’s eyes and said, “And … . Who may I ask is that one true God? Are you referring to the pagan god of these natives?”

  Agrim projected at Melchizedek’s face, utterly disappointed. “My brother, the one true God does not have a name. You may call Him Yaweh12 or Allah13 or Viracocha14. They are one and the same!”

  “THEY—they are one and the same! I think you have lost your faith and your mind my brother! I am disappointed in you. I know that when we picked you afloat the lake of Titicaca, I am certain that I have seen the devil in you! If there was any sin that Tecelin had committed in his lifetime, it was to adopt you as his son!”

  Melchizedek was stunned. He does not know how to continue. His knees weakened.

  The monk continued, “If you are willing to put your faith in trial, please come with me and let the Vatican decide your fate. This is the only honorable thing for you to do, lest we will be forced to bring you—with or without your consent!”

  “And why would I trust you?” irritated response of Melchizedek.

  “Hahaha! I know you better than you know yourself! Do you think you are of noble descent? Have you seen any similarity between you and your brothers? No! You are not their blood. You are a bastard!”

  “Please go! I’ve heard enough!” Melchizedek pointed his finger to the door.

  “It is my ecclesiastical duty to bring you forth! I will go, but I shall come again! If you do not come with me the next time, I will have to use force. If I need to spill blood, then I will do so as necessary!” he swiftly went away and disappeared into the dark.

  After a couple of weeks, Melchizedek and his disciples were once again gathered around the fire at the
usual tinkuy. As the blaze of wood fire crackles into the dark, hard thudding steps of men charging steadfast broke the tranquility of the air. All of a sudden several Templars appeared with their wicked swords already drawn. Although the Q’eros were caught off-guard they tried to resist the overwhelming force of the Templars. They could not give-up their leader, their story-teller, their friend—and their messiah. With stones, they fought the Templars. It was useless, the Templars having trained at war and with more superior weapons easily slaughtered the followers of Melchizedek. It was butchery. Almost none of them escaped, except Amaru. He managed to flee by climbing higher into the mountain as he witnessed how the Templars are massacring his tribe.

  From a distance, he saw Melchizedek cornered on top of the natural monument of Tunupa. It was 3 hours past midnight of Sep 2, 116015 when suddenly, the moon totally disappeared. A total lunar eclipse caused the heavens to be completely obscured—and into the darkness of the night, a beam of light from the sky stroked Melchizedek. With the very eyes of the Templars and Amaru watching from afar, Melchizedek disintegrated and vanished into the strip of lights.

  The Templars were thunderstruck by the scene. They repented. They threw their swords, knelt, and begged for forgiveness for their transgressions. The orthodox monk with a deep scar on his face, leading the siege was there as well. As he takes his helmet off, it revealed his shiny bald head. This was the monk who Melchizedek met in Rome in 1139, the same monk who served Tecelin in his time and recovered him from the lake. His name was Lucreadeus, he is now appointed captain of the Templars in the region after the original captain sailed back to Europe. He has a stature of Greek and with a height that can be considered almost giant with that of an average Inca. His blue fierceful eye shed tears upon witnessing the incident. He had a change of heart. He too fell into his knees and begged for forgiveness: