THE TIME KEEPERS

Chichen Itza at night in blue, with a full moon in the background.

Are utzijoxik wa’e
k’a katz’ininoq,
k’a kachamamoq,
katz’inonik,
k’a kasilanik,
k’a kalolinik,
katolona puch upa kaj.
Esta es la relación de cómo
todo estaba en suspenso,
todo en calma,
en silencio;
todo inmóvil,
callado,
y vacía la extensión del cielo
This is the account of how
all was in suspense,
all calm,
in silence;
all motionless,
quiet,
and empty was the expanse of the sky.

- THE POPOL VUH


It is the beginning of many a creation myth.
In fact, it is the way of many stories, to start at the beginning. Time pervades all things; it is suffused throughout our lives, and thus permeates every story with its chronologic ways.

We begin with that which came before us: myth.
We move to the present: our chronicles.
We then move to a time beyond knowledge: prophecy.


The Popol Vuh details the myths, chronicles, astrological calculations and prophecies of the Mayan peoples of Meso-America.

The living descendants of its authors view the text as an ilbal, a 'precious seeing instrument' or lens, with which to perceive the complex relationships of the Universe. 

 

THE PREDOMINANT LENS ON THE WORLD
AT THIS TIME

It may be a symptom of our own times, that we have developed a kind of Myopia or shortsightedness. The concept of the 'individual' has been on the rise since the Renaissance, helped along by other events such as the liberation of personal religion by Martin Luther and the Protestants; the period of nationalistic idealism culminating in the French and American Revolutions; and the Industrial Revolution, which transformed us into the individualised consumers we are today.

Many of us live in a personal bubble of our own creation, thinking only in terms of days, weeks, years, and our own lifetime. Our shortsightedness limits our concerns for those things outside our personal bubble: other inhabitants of the Earth, and the future. Consequentially, we are also limited in our abilities to create long-term communal connections or make long-term rational decisions that will benefit not only ourselves, but others around us and those who will come after us.

We may learn much from the wisdom of time keepers.
 


Chichen Itza Mayan ruins professional photography - on a sunny summer day under the blue sky and puffy clouds.
Detail of a Mayan carved stone head, at Chichen Itza, Mexico.
Mayan carving of a warrior or ball player in the old ball court Chichen Itza.

TEMPORAL CYCLES

13. 0. 3. 11. 9.

 

To the Mayans, time was everything...

Time allows us to be and to experience.
Time allows us to grow and prosper, to sow and to reap.
Time allows for change, change is a truth of life. 
Time, by its very nature, synchronises our lives with all other things in the cosmos. 

The Mayans kept track of time using various different calendar systems. The Haab' calendar coincided with the solar year and counted 365 day cycles. The Tzolk'in calendar aligned with the movements of stars and the cycles of corn cropping, and counted in 260 day cycles. The Long Count calendar ran in a series of interlinking cycles of days, counting periods of up to 2,880,000 days. These calendars linked like cogs and wheels, the various parts moving in complex patterns, and cycling in seemingly random natures due to the discord of the numbers. And yet, as with every cyclical thing in the Universe, the loop eventually comes back around.

Paradoxically, by observing the sky, the Mayans learnt much about the Earth below them. By tracking the movements of the sun, they learnt of the seasons, and of the best times to plant and harvest their crops. Being avid born time keepers, they kept track of such knowledge in their Tzolk'in calendar.

 

THE SYNCHRONICITIES OF THE TZOLK'IN

This calendar tracked the pattern of the sun across the sky, focusing on the two zeniths: those moments when the sun would pass directly overhead and no shadows would form on the Earth. There are two solar zeniths a year, their dates dependent upon the location of observation. Oftentimes, local Mayans would plant their corn crops on one solar zenith, and harvest them on the next. 

The approximate time between the last solar zenith of the year, when crops were harvested, and the solar zenith of the following year, when crops would be planted again, was 105 days...

365
- 105
----------
= 260

260 days is the length of the Tzolk'in calendar.

The gestation period for corn is approximately 260 days,
or nine lunar months.

The gestation period for humans is also nine months.

Here, we may observe one of the many random synchronicities of this world, which, although arbitrary for us, was so important to the Mayans who relied on the sun and corn for their own lives. It is no wonder, then, that the Popol Vuh tells us that humans were formed in the beginning from corn. 

We may wonder, though, at the incredible accuracy of Mayan astrologers and time keepers. Time formed such an important part of everyday existence in Meso-America, that many village monuments were built in alignment with the heavens. 


CHICHÉN ITZÁ

Above: the sky is a dark blanket of stars and planets, awash with milky clouds hanging around the moon. Below: a pyramid is on fire, blazing in reds, maroons and turquoise. The two are separate entities, yet they are intrinsically linked - the pyramid's design hinging on the celestial movements and phenomenas above; its form grounded in the earth but reaching skyward.

From Chichén Itzá, the Mayans could observe the changing patterns of the night, while also counting the days of the year. With seven tiers, and three hundred and sixty five stairs, the structure is the embodiment of the Mayan Calendar. More spectacularly, each spring and autumn equinox graces the pyramid with an intriguing phenomenon: a writhing snake-like strip of light dances down the steps to the ground. The effect is produced by the precise measurements of the pyramid, as the moving sun is caught only on the very edge of the stairs, while the rest lies in shadow.

Using their deep knowledge of time, the Mayan's became aware of the great age of the Universe, and its longer cycles: the cycles of planets around stars, the cycles of the Earth's ages. They focused not only on their respective present, but also on the past and the future. Their daily use of the Long Count calendar would have been a constant reminder of the true scales of time...

THE LONG COUNT

kin - 1 day
uinal - 20 days (20 kin)
tun - 360 days (18 uinal)
katun - 7,200 days (20 tun)
baktun - 144,000 days (20 katun)
long count cycle - 2,880,000 days (20 baktun)

 

The Great Ball Court at Chichen Itza where the Mayans would play ball.
The pyramid ruins at Tulum, by the beach.
Ruins at Tulum - Mayan walled city.
Stone ruins at the Mayan walled city of Tulum.
Chichen Itza in black and white photography.
Ik Kil cenote near Chichen Itza - great for swimming!
Chichen Itza at night - lit up with details.
Looking up at the opening of Ik Kil cenote, with vines and cave roof.
Artistic photos of Chichen Itza at night.
Chichen Itza at night with red lights and mayan patterns.
Chichen Itza under the stars at night - lit up red.
The Mayans were observant - looking upwards and outwards.
Yet, they were also deeply reflective - looking downwards and inwards.
And at this middle ground, this meeting of the two points,
there is a great wisdom.
— ZOE ECCLES

CANCUN

On the beach in Tulum by the ruins.

WONDERS TO PONDER


Houses painted in all kinds of jewel colours
sheds and clucking chickens
a tiny piñata shop overflowing onto the street; the maker herself sitting in a wicker chair
a lazy dog sleeping on the roadside, completely oblivious to the noise and dust
people chatting and sleeping in doorways
the broiling heat
the flames of a taco stand
wafts of grilling corn tortillas
at least eight household shrines to the Virgin Mary, decked out in candles, ribbons and rainbows

I think my heart went out to these Mexican towns upon the very first glance. And, although most of our stay was spent by the blue waters and touristy sites of Akumal, my heart decided to stay back in the dusty streets of elsewhere. So alive, so real, so crazy and cuckoo and happening and now. Those are the places I wish to get to know, if ever given the chance to go back to Mexico.


The vendors selling fresh coconuts on little stalls off the highway. They would hack the top off the green husk, wait till you drink the water inside before stripping the insides of the fresh jelly, which they would mix with lime and chili.
Everything with lime and chili. Everything.
A scooter whizzing past with two young barefooted passengers.
A scooter whizzing past holding a family: a mother, father, and two children.
A scooter meandering past ridden by a young guy holding a tiny dog above his head.


 

Palm leaves and white flowers.
Colourful painted apartments in Akumal, near Cancun, Mexico.
Fresh fruit in Mexico - pineapples and bananas.
Underwater photo of a reef in Akumal, Mexico.
Red hibiscus flower, up close.
A plate of real Mexican tacos de pollos asada.
Habanero chillies of all different colours.
Colourful parrots at Xcaret, in Cancun.
Looking up at a waterfall in Cancun.
Turquoise crosses at a cemetery in Mexico.
A very colourful painted house-like grave marker in a Mexican cemetery.
Small colourful concrete houses near Cancun, Mexico. With palm trees outside.
A mango seller on a bicycle in Mexico.
A pink house and palm tree in Akumal, Mexico.
Voladores de Papantla in Cancun - men climbing a tall pole in a mexican ceremony.
Flamingos by water, seen through green leaves.
Pink concrete houses and palm trees in Mexico.
Stormy weather and colourful fences and palm trees in Akumal, near Cancun.
Ik Kil Cenote swimming in Cancun, Mexico.
Xel Ha Lagoon in Cancun, Mexico.
An iguana in the park of Chichen Itza.
Dancers in beautiful dresses at the Xcaret show.
Mariachi style violin players at Xcaret in Mexico.
Fire games played at Xcaret in Mexico.

FAMILY HISTORY

Family photo albums at my great aunt's house.
As I turned each page, visions of faces somewhat familiar appeared before me. My mother's cheekbones. My brother's eyes. My sisters nose. It was all there, etched onto film. Looking into the eyes of my great grandparents, and their parents before them, I felt a sense of connection, and found myself smiling back. To put it bluntly, it was weird. For the first time, I realised that my ancestors really had lived. Funny that I could be a history major at University, but could not fully comprehend the fact that people had lived before me. It was just that these people smiling up at me seemed so much more real now, so much more... comprehensible. 
The Sprecher Family.

The Sprecher family was quite a large one, as Louis and his wife Nancy had six kids.

The statue of my great great great grandfather Louis Sprecher, in Lanark Illinois.

My great great great grandfather Louis Sprecher looked a lot like my mother, with a lean face and a slender nose. He was my mother's mother's mother's father's father.

Louis fought in the American Civil War, and then posed for the statue that now stands proudly in the main town square.

Great great grandma Frank.

On the other side of the family were the Franks.

Great Great Grandma Frank also looked a lot like my mother. 

The Frank family.

The Franks were from Germany, and had blue eyes, blonde hair, and postures that would make a stick insect look humpbacked. 

Great Great Grandpa Frank was named William Huestis, and so was his son after him.

Great great grandpa William Huestis.

Here is Great Great Grandpa William Huestis
with a bundle of fish.

Great grandpa William Huestis with his plane.
My great grandpa William Huestis.

Here is Great Grandpa William Huestis
 with a bundle of fish.

Great grandpa William Huestis playing the Cello.

Great Grandpa William Huestis built his own plane from scratch, and learned to fly loop-the-loops. He could also play the cello.

William Huestis and Betty Sprecher.

Then he met Betty Sprecher, the grand-daughter of that guy in the statue. They married and looked real happy in pictures.

The Russel-Frank funeral parlor in Lanark, Illinois.

While Great Grandma Betty worked as a teacher, Huestis worked at the family funeral home, like his father before him, and his father before him.

William and Betty out on the front lawn watching the world go by.

They always lived in the same old two story house, and would sometimes sit outside and watch the world go by.

The Frank family house, Lanark.

This is that house.

My grandma Eugenie, on the phone as a child.

After a time, they had three kids: Eugenie, Bill, and Dana. Eugenie is my grandma.

My grandma looked like a model.
My grandma with my mother as a child.

My grandma was a real stunner. It was no wonder she caught the eye of my grandpa John. They married and moved to New York, where Grandma ran around in miniskirts, held dinner parties, and went to the theatre a lot.

That little munchkin in the Santa suit is my mum.

My mum and my uncle Jason as children.

Here is mum again. The cat cuddler is my uncle Jason.
Looking at these photos, it was almost uncanny;
the pair of them look just like my brother and sister...

My brother Dannin as a little kid.
My sister Rachel as a little kid.