I just finished reading this book awhile ago, and for those of you who are curious of stories about ancient astronaut visiting Earth, or current encounters with ufos, this one piqued my interest due to the fact that these stories are told by indigenous elders(ages60-99), local villagers, and general citizens of Mesoamerica that tell accounts very similar to ones you might hear from the United States. The author of the book, Ardy Sixkiller Clarke, who shares Native American blood, sought to collect stories of her heritage, and other stories from the remaining indigenous people whom have passed on tales of experiences with beings and otherworldly phenomenon that come from "the stars and sky". Many similar stories exist across various cultures but are slowly being lost throughout time and from the descendants who don't choose to pass them down or record them, which is why Ardy decided to acquire these stories. Here's one story that isn't available for sample-viewing if you're curious enough to read the whole book. From the youtube interviews, she says she tries not put her own opinion in on the subject and let the reader decide for themselves what they make of it. I recommend reading this book and advise you to do more of your own research to pique your interest. Again, no hardcore proof of aliens, but these stories absolutely do exist in the Americas, and probably elsewhere in tribes all across the world.
tl;dr ancient ufo and alien stories of the indigenous people of Mesoamerica
Acknowledgements: I wish to acknowledge the tireless, intrepid, and faithful drivers, guides, and interpreters who walked with me on my journey through Mesoamerica; the indigenous people of Belize, Honduras, Guatemala, and Mexico, who shared with me their encounters with UFOs, Sky People, and Aliens; and the memory of John L. Stephens and Frederick Catherwood, who inspired a teenage girl to eventually follow her dreams. I wish to thank Carla Moretti. She was my friend, my sister, and my confidant throughout this process. Thanks also go to Seth Hartman, Maurice Horn, and Jerry Brunt who made suggestions along the way. Last, but not least, I want to thank Joan O’Brien and Randy Radke for their undying support and friendship. Together, we are Los Tres Amigos .
Chapter 35: The space traveling Maya
On more than one occasion, I met elders who explained that the temples at each site were the dwelling places of the gods on Earth. The Lacandon Indians, who live in the jungles of the Chiapas, along the Mexican side of the Usumacinta River and its tributaries, believed that the gods once lived in the great pyramids, but a time came when the gods returned to the sky and built dwelling places on other planets . The Lacandon are the most isolated and culturally conservative of Mexico’s indigenous population, and have been the harbingers of the ancient spiritual practices, traditions, and the original stories of the Maya. Today, the Lacandon presence is visible at Bonampak, an ancient Maya city that borders Guatemala . Stephens and Catherwood never made it to Bonampak, and even today, although some tourists do make it to Bonampak, it is a rather difficult and distant journey . In this chapter, you will meet a Lacandon elder who added another dimension to the space-traveling Maya: a star map of the solar system .
After meeting the Lacandon father and son at Casa Na Bolom, I decided to spend a day at Bonampak, where reportedly Lacandon Indians played a pivotal role in the maintenance of the ancient site. Hernando told me he knew a Lacandon elder named Canek who knew the old stories about the Maya and if he were at the site, he would encourage said in perfect English, addressing my driver. “I told the Doctora that I would ask you to tell her about the Maya connection with the Sky People.” The elder smiled and sat down between the two of us. He smelled of herbs that I was unable to identify. Dressed in the traditional gown of his people, he appeared much cooler than those of us dressed in Western clothing. When he noticed that the hot sun was making me uncomfortable, he suggested we moved to a log that was shaded by an ancient structure. After we were settled, he began: “I do not usually give interviews about the Sky People. But Hernando is my friend, and if he says I should talk with you, it is good for me.” He paused and retrieved a cigarette stored in the crevice of his ear. Once he had taken a drag off the cigarette, he began. “We have stories that tell us that the Maya came to this land from the East. In the beginning we were the Sky People. Our people possessed a star map. We knew our way around the solar system.” “Do I understand you correctly? Are you saying that the Sky People and the Maya people are the same?” I asked. “Yes. We are the same. We also believe that when the time comes and the Earth is cleansed, the Sky People will come for us and take us away,” Canek said before stopping and briefly interacting with two children who threw themselves into his arms. They were smaller versions of him. Both were dressed in identical, simple, white cotton gowns, despite the fact that one was male and the other a female. Their long, loose, black hair fell
halfway down their back. They looked at me and smiled shyly while listening to the words of the elder. After a few minutes, they ran off across the ancient plaza and joined several other children, all dressed alike. “They are my son’s children. Twins. You will have to forgive their stares. They are fascinated by outsiders.” “They are wonderful. You must be very proud,” I said. “Proud, but worried. It is hard to keep them traditional when they see the ways of the world.” The worry on his face showed in his eyes and furrowed brow. I decided to change the subject. “Can you tell me about your star map?” I asked. “We had a star map that led us to this place. Our legends tell of the birth of the heavens. Much of our ancient knowledge is being confirmed by astronomers today,” he added. “Can you tell me anything about the star map?” “It is lost now. I can tell you that it mapped the stars. Planets that were inhabitable were marked. The Sky Gods chose this place for us.” “Why did they choose this place?” “Why not? It is one of the most beautiful of all planets. The jungles feed us. The soil is rich. We can feed our people.” “Do your young people know these stories?” I asked. “Yes. We attempt to keep our children away from the modern world. We school them in our traditional ways. Otherwise they would be lost in the ways of the world. For the Maya youth in the cities, they no longer want to be Maya.” “You mentioned that the Sky People will come for you if something role that the Sky People played in our lives. So they come to me and take me far into space, and they tell me things.” “What kind of things do they tell you?” I asked. “They tell us to practice our old knowledge and pass our knowledge to those who will listen. They tell us many sad things are about to happen to this Earth. They tell us to be ready with our prayers and the Sky People will remember us and come for us. We need to say our prayers and they will hear.” “Can you tell me specifically any one thing that they tell you?” I asked. “They say that one day the Maya will be taken by the Sky People to the sky. The Earth will be cleansed.” “Do you believe that these things will happen?” I asked. “It will happen very soon.” “When you are taken to the stars, will you be returned to Earth, once the cleansing is over?” I asked. “Some of us will return, but others will go to another star to begin a new world. This is what the Sky People tell us,” he said. “Do the Sky People visit your village today?” I asked. “Not since I was a boy. The Sky People do not come when strangers walk our land.” “Do you mean the tourists?” I asked. “The tourists have changed everything. Look at the children. They are very curious about the white man. Soon they will want things of the white man. My son, for example, is one of the drivers who bring the tourists
here. He wears the clothes of the white man. Jeans and expensive boots. Gold jewelry like the white man. We have never worn boots. Sandals or barefoot—that is our way. We need to return to the jungle before the Sky Gods return.” “But clothing does not mean he has forsaken the old ways,” I said, trying to reassure him. “I am not a good example, either. I have been the shaman to the rich, white people.” He smiled, revealing his gold teeth, the symbol today and in ancient times of the privileged class. “Perhaps it is my fault. I should never have been a healer to the rich people.” I looked at my driver, hoping he would change the subject and somehow comfort him, but he kept his head bowed and stared at his hands. “Have you ever seen UFOs in your village?” I asked, attempting to change the subject again. “Many times, but they are not the Sky People. You have to be careful of them. Some are good and some are bad. The bad ones take people and sometimes they never return. I tell my children and grandchildren to avoid them and to always be home at night, but then, they are not always safe at home. The bad ones can take you anyway. We pray to the Sky Gods to protect us. It has been a long time since anyone has been taken by the bad ones, but we always must be alert.” He stood and shook my hand. “I must go now, Doctora. I am meeting with a group of people who have asked for a ceremony. I must prepare.” I have often thought of Canek. He was a man who lived in two worlds but was not happy about that role. Although convinced that the day would come when the Sky People would come for the Maya, he was still he feared for his grandchildren. Yet, I have heard similar stories from American Indian elders and wise men. That, in itself, lent credibility to his prophetic statements .
My own takeaway: Personally I do believe we're being visited by extraterrestrials, and from this book offering a few different perspectives on the topic, I think Native American cultures especially have a very connected past with these beings. I believe different ET groups are coming to Earth to help humanity, illegally and legally taking DNA for their experiments or populating other planets in the universe, are visiting Earth for sight-seeing or minerals, co-existing in very remote places of the Earth, or are observing and tracking the state of the planet and humanity overall.
Though another message stuck out to me from these stories, our planet's health is in jeopardy no doubt, and many indigenous stories of the sky people and star people exist but are continuing to decline as more of the elders die off, that unless their children pass them on or record them, and it makes me want to engage and listen to the existing natives that still live today. For anyone reading this who is a Native American, knows Native Americans or any Indigenous person , I highly encourage you to listen, record, and engage with the people who still hold onto these similar stories before they're lost. They may be much more important than we realize now because they share apart of humanity's history and relationship with with ufos that are much older than the 1900s.
Maybe one day, if humanity was ready, far beyond in the future, if a ufo were to decide to land on the white house lawn and an alien stepped out, we would have been more aware that our connection was never bleak, but close enough to understand that we were never alone, and that we were always apart of a much bigger universe and family altogether.
