Thoughts of a Blue Spectral Monkey in Season
by Valum Votan
March 09, 1998 12:28 AM
I dissolve in order to play
I seal the process of magic
with the Spectral Tone of Liberation
I am guided by my own power doubled
Solar Moon 4, Kin 11, Blue Spectral Monkey, Fifth Year of Prophecy, Yellow Overtone Seed: Victory releases! It has been 83 spins since this one galactically encoded as Blue Spectral Monkey (New Maya Dispensation) took his first breath. No one but I, and perhaps that one now known as Bolon Ik, know how many times I have died. I died at least half a dozen times through my spiritual body before my son died completely for all of me. Then I died my seventh death, and knew to take a path that would not return me to the corporate identity that died along with my son. That was over ten years ago.
Most people who knew me then knew me by the author's name, "Jose Arguelles." Probably most people still think they know me by that name. But I know no one by that name except a fiction which I am no longer. I had struggled with the identity augured by that name for much of my life, and then came conclusively to the decision that it was of little value. As a painter, I had long disowned that name and since 1966 or so have never signed any of my paintings. Why should I? It matters little to God, so why should it matter to me? Some eight years ago I formally left the corporate world. My extensive library of books on literature, religion, history, art, psychology, philosophy and archeology I left with a friend never to return to again. I told my wife and partner many times afterwards that I was dead to the name that appeared on the books I had written. Sometime early in the Magnetic Seed Year, you could have seen my wife and I traveling to a landfill on the Big Island of Hawai'i to dump several file-cis how I began to refer to that other self whenever matters of that past life would come up. "Great act, Arguelles!" someone once commented after I gave the message of Pacal Votan's prophecy, Telektonon, saying that it was not an invention of any person named ArgΠelles, but the voice of Pacal Votan speaking through the body of that one once known by that name. But it was no act at all, and if it was, it is not my act, but the act of the great Votan himself. It took me awhile to disidentify with that name, Arguelles, because no else really knew what kind of transformation was actually going on inside of me. People who say they have experienced a divine revelation are usually shown to the door with raised eyebrows. "Poor guy, he used to have such a fine analytical mind!" was uttered about me more than once.
Such is the nature of divine revelation, however, that by my 58th birthday, the nectar of truth had revealed the name of my essential being to be "Valum Votan." Even some of those closest to me and the prophetic work I had been decoding in the last ten years thought it was really an ego trip to now be known as Valum Votan. "Who conferred that name on you?" God alone decides on matters such as these, and that is very much to the point. I shall one day leave this body as you shall leave yours. I have but a few years left, relatively speaking, to accomplish what I was sent here to accomplish, and that is to "close the cycle." That cycle, of course is the cycle of the Thirteen Baktuns, the Great Cycle, the cycle of the testing and perfection of the human soul.
"You did not think that you would not be tested did you?" The question is asked of the righteous various times in the Holy Qur'an. The testing of the soul of the one coded as Blue Spectral Monkey has been tried and tested again and again. The purpose of the testing is the transformation and purification of the gross material of the ego-clinging self, inclusive of the name with which it was born. Valum Votan is no name you ever knew, and one of which I scarcely had any cognizance, until it came full blown to me. And taking on this name, I am tested and tested yet again. But now I know it to be true: "Votan lives in Arguelles! Arguelles is dead!" The only purpose of living in this terrible and tragically disturbing end time is to become fully righteous, that is to stand erect as a complete human taking total responsibility for every act of one's life. I ask no one to follow me, and I never have. There are others far more righteous than me whom I consider worthy of following. My assignment is to complete the prophecies left by the Maya for this time. The keys of revelation are a gift which I have accepted with the greatest humility. The transformation which I am undergoing is no one's to second guess. My purification is only for my capacity to decode the Law of Time in such a way that its presentation will be marred by as few mistakes as possible owing to any illusions of my egoic being. In Valum Votan there is a sign of profound transcendence. I can only follow this sign where it leads. Hopefully in its traces others will be able to find a knowledge that conforms to their own righteousness.
People get ready. Judgement day is no picnic. But the resurrection in the Dominion of Time that awaits the patient, the God-fearing, and the righteous of every kind and creed is resplendent with new knowledge, with justice and equality undreamed of in the Satanic pathways of the 12:60 Tower of Babel that is now crumbling from its foundations upward.
Take heart in this confession, and know: "I dissolve in order to play..."
Sealed in the truth, Samaya gya gya gya!
Blue Spectral Monkey, Kin 11