You know how things stick in your mind as you travel on
this road called life? How you run into a group of
people whom you never would think you had anything in
common with, yet who, upon your meeting or subsequent
dealings found a commonality, a communal feeling with?
For me in my life, one of the places I have found this
feeling with is with people who are distantly and not so
distantly related to me whom I meet online while
researching my own family tree. I feel a connection deep
within my bones and my heart. On my desk I have a
photograph of my Great Great Grandfather, who was born,
lived and died in Hancock County, Tennessee. He appears
to be a secure, and wizened old mountain man, with his
long beard and walking stick, with his foot resting upon
a log. He is buried in the Davis Cemetery outside of
Sneedville. I am content with the knowledge my Great
Grand parents, and their parents as well, rest in
Hancock County graveyards.
This feature is not my usual platter of facts full of
work songs, lullabies and cultural anthropology. Helen
asked, and I am compelled to write this month’s feature
on the pyramids. I know a lot of you are familiar with
my published research, so a small warning. This article
is about my spiritual concepts and matters of the heart.
I am a Buddhist, and as such, I believe in more than one
go around on Planet Earth. I believe God placed us here
to experience everything, and that is impossible to do
in just one lifetime. I find peace within this concept
of reality. My belief system helps me to cope with the
huge disasters like the Tsunami victims and closer to
home, the mud slides that ended the lives of 10 of my
neighbors last week.
About a month or so ago, I received an email from my
good friend and publisher Helen Campbell, who owns and
maintains this web site. I like Helen. For one thing, we
look alike, and I feel we communicate well. Helen
published an article I wrote for her a couple of years
ago, entitled “Melungeon
Music” and she recently informed me the article
had been well read.
Helen asked me to write another feature for her
melungeons.com web page. I hope you enjoy reading it as
much as I enjoyed writing it.
Helen emailed me and a few other folks informing us that
Wall-mart was going to build a large store a mile from
the Mexican Pyramids in Teotihuacán, Sonora, Mexico. The
Pyramids are located about 60 miles from Mexico City.
Helen had received an impassioned plea from a stranger
who asked for assistance in stopping the Wall-mart from
opening up so close to the pyramids. Always one to help
other people, and having no idea about the pyramids,
Helen first went to her computer and googled Mexican
Pyramids. She printed out all the information she could
find and spread it out on her table. While looking over
the information, she had a heart problem. Seriously.
After her bypass surgery, and back home again, one of
the first things she noticed was the information about
the pyramids still spread out on her table. She wrote
and asked if anyone knew about these pyramids. I thought
hard upon my past, and then sheepishly emailed her back,
and told her I had some knowledge of the pyramids.
This is probably not the kind of information she had in
mind, however what I do know of the Pyramids has to do
more with my spiritual quest than with anything else, so
here goes. Considered to be
the site of the oldest city in Mesoamerica, the
Teotihuacán pyramids are located in the state of
Sonora, Mexico, and carbon testing indicates they
were built anywhere from 200 B.C. To 650 BC. It is
believed the original occupants left, and the site
was abandoned for about 500 years until the Aztec’s
arrived and settled on the same land. When the
Aztec’s arrived the pyramids were overgrown mounts
of dirt and plants, and were thought to be burial
grounds of Gods.
I emailed Helen back, and told her about my old
companions, the Sutphens, my Buddhist belief system and
of the group reincarnation every 700 years of people
with like minds, who are continuing the work from those
days of old, even if we are not quite sure what we are
doing or why.
I learned much about the pyramids from my long ago days
of being a babysitter for a past life regressive
hypnotist named Dick Sutphen,
and his small son. I learned about Dick Sutphen
when I was at a bookstore back in the 1970s looking for
something good to read. Dick’s book “jumped” right
off the shelf and landed at my feet. That book was
titled “You Were Born Again To Be Together” I have that very same book beside me now
some 30 years later. It is worn and tattered from all
the years of referencing from it. My copy has its
cover missing, and has a wonderful autograph by the
author. It is a fine book, which I highly recommend. On
pages 202 to 215, Sutphen writes about his experience
with the Pyramids. Sutphen also published another
book called “Past Lives, Future Loves”
about the pyramids, in which he included a novelette
about living during a time when the pyramids prospered.
I sent my copy of that book to Helen. Helen read the
book, promptly became very ill once again, and left me
worrying about her for the next few weeks. I breathed a
sigh of relief when I finally heard from her.
In his book, Dick Sutphen writes about his first visit
to the pyramids and how it affected him. He picked up on
a past life where he was defending his actions while at
the pyramid of the Moon. He came to believe that there
was a group of souls who were committed to returning to
earth together every 700 years to continue to do their
work. Something to do with books and special knowledge,
destroyed to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.
In the meantime, I was living my life as a married woman
in an unhappy marriage, and one day my husband decided
to take EST training. This is self awareness training
where you go away for the weekend and are deprived of
food and bathroom breaks until you “Get it” that the
answer is; “ There is no answer” My response was; “OK”
This is California, so what ever. Hubby did not like
that answer very much, and he knew from the free
magazine I subscribed to from the Sutphen’s that Dick
conducted self actualization seminars which, my husband
hoped would lead to some self actualization of my own
self. He noted the weekend seminars. There was going to
be one near our home the very next weekend. He bought me
a ticket, packed me up, and dropped me off at the hotel.
Free for the weekend! Wahoo!
I checked into my room and decided to take a walk around
the hotel. While in the gift shop, this little blonde
curly headed bundle of energized toddler ran right smack
into my legs and fell down. His father bent down to pick
him up, while his mother apologized for him, and when I
looked up to see them, I was looking at the people my
husband had paid good money for me to spend the weekend
with.
Long story short, the toddler, found me humorous, and
was quite taken by me, as many children are. Every time
he saw me that first weekend, he was not shy about
letting anyone know he thought I was someone special. In
time, I became his babysitter for shows in the west, for
the next 4 years. During that time, I have seen a lot of
people get hypnotized, and recall being in that jungle
with those pyramids, I know I did.. I can still smell
the jungle, and the flowers and the fear and terror as I
ran unsuccessfully for my life away from the Europeans.
In my mind it is quite something when, out of the blue a
personal friend or loved one discovers the pyramids, has
strong feelings about them, and the knowing changes
their lives. I tend to keep an ear out for those
folks, just like I keep an eye out for people of
Melungeon descent.
For example, I used to baby-sit for a small child named
Nash. When Nash was 3 years old, he found a copy of the
Sutphen’s magazine in my home, which had a photo of the
Pyramids. Nash picked up the magazine, and asked me to
read him the article. When I stumbled over the name of
the pyramids, “Teotihuacan” Nash said; “No, you are
pronouncing it wrong, it is pronounced like this” and he
proceeded to pronounce it exactly the same way I had
heard Sutphen pronounce it. Nash loved the article and
for several days in a row he made me read it to him. I
found that odd behavior for a little Mormon boy, who
lived high up in the Rocky Mountains in a small little
village full of his Mormon relations. As life would have
it, Nash’s mother was murdered when he was still a small
child, and I like to believe his early knowledge that
life goes on is a lesson that has stuck with him.
Decades have gone by now, and I no longer live near
Nash, who is now a young man. I keep up with his life
through my nephews who are his friends. Although I have
not seen the Sutphens in over a decade as well, I do
still read all I can of the Sutphen’s work, and am most
grateful for everything I have learned from them.
As far as the Wall mart goes, I have to start by saying
I love Wall-mart. I wish there was one in my town. Had I
known they were going to build one next to the pyramids,
perhaps I would have chosen to spend another live time
there this time around instead of in Santa Barbara.
I feel if there is indeed a large gathering of people
who have reincarnated together, the odds are great that
some of them would want to spend another lifetime near
their beloved pyramids, and having a Wall-mart there
provides employment, generates income for the area, and
is a good thing.
Before all the people against Wall-mart gasp, I am aware
that some people do not like Wall-mart because of their
practices, and I am not insensitive to their position.
However I am not one of those people. To each their own
however.
Local reaction
to the Wall-mart, when it opened in November was closer
to my feelings about it. About 200 locals waited outside
for hours to be the first to shop there. The controversy
still continues, however, and more pros and cons can be
read on
this message board about the store opening.
If you have found this article interesting, I urge you
to, if you can, to attend one of the Sutphen talks or
seminars. I know of no other place where you can take a
trip and never leave the farm. I find great serenity in
their work. Their web site is listed in the footnotes,
and is also the linked
here.
It is said that history repeats it’s self. Recently,
within the last two weeks, inside the Pyramid of the
Moon, archeologists have discovered the beheaded bodies
of humans, animals, and eagles. This is changing my
perceptions of the Pyramids as a place of light and of
peace. I might add, however when I was hypnotized and
was experiencing a past life at the pyramids, it was not
a peaceful place, it was a very violent place, for me,
in that time frame.
In Dick Sutphen’s Book, “You were Born Again To Be
Together”on
page 212, Richard writes of a regression of a man named
Desmond Williams on September 20th, 1975 who
also found his self at the pyramids while in a trance,
and who spoke of the beheadings. I find this amazing,
and it reinforces my faith in God and his works, not the
other way around. I do think it is possible to tap into
other times and events, and if you are interested, I
cannot recommend a Sutphen Seminar or regression CD
enough.
The Sutphens are going to be online in a chat room forum
on February 21 at
www.attraction-u.com at 9:00 pm EST,
6:00 pm PST and will take questions and answers in the
last 15 minutes.
Daily, I walk to the edge of my world, the 30 foot
cliff’s overlooking the sea at Pelican park, and as I
sit and watch the sun go down, as I have in that spot
for the last 4 decades, I cannot help but wonder if a
couple of hours earlier another female who has my face
and my blood flowing through her heart is up on her
ridge looking down at the world as the sun sets and
lights up the sky in the nightly paint box color show.
I also wonder at the people in Teotihuacán who sit upon
the Pyramid of the Moon, looking down upon the
Wall-mart, and I wonder if they are as pleased with
their view as I am with mine. |
