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Anasazi Ruins Archives - The Wonders Expedition™ - @Archeoastronomy

April 24, 2019

Allen Manning’s Revisit to Chaco Canyon

Our man Allen Manning is on the road again, back to Chaco Canyon, New Mexico.

Follow his adventures on Twitter at @RoadMonkeyOne.

Ancient pueblo builders of Chaco Canyon

What doors open remain after words filled with blame curse those who came?

Ancient pueblo builders….

When plowing through ruins in one of the fire ravaged puddles of Utah archeologist found bones of dismembered and apparently stewed people in he rubble. Marks on the bones similar to knives removing flesh seems to call cannibalism into question.

What surprises researchers most in the ravaged structure is the neatly deposited human fecal matter on what was the residents hearth.

Within he DNA of the visitors excrement are tale-tale signs of partially digested human flesh.

A story once relayed to me by a native American relative of mine calls into our memories the shared fears of witchcraft and those who practice dark arts.

While listening to my relative I hear of a powerfully witch – commonly called a Skin walker by southwestern American natives- who kept villages around his small rock and adobe house in fear.

So great was the fear that a few villages fearing hey had angered the Skin Walker when water ran lower than normal and foods were rat infested, moved.

After some years passed another skin walker arrived promising to rid the area of the evil skin walker, but the people would pay a stiff price if She failed.

The pueblo residents were called on to attack and kill the skin walker. Burn his home and utterly destroy every vessel in or around his home. Once they had finished, the new skin walker then ordered a great fire made with timbers from dead skin walkers home. Upon this fire a great stewing pot filled with the Urine of all the villagers was set to boil.

Within that pot are placed the rendered remains of the dead skin walker. Cooking the cannibalistic stew for days the remaining skin walker chanted and sang to send the dead skin walkers spirit back into the underworld.

When the last chant ended, she scooped out bowl after bowl of the broth feeding it to each of the villagers.

Eating the last of the reeking meaty broth herself she then danced through the ruins until she stood on the hearth. At that point with everyone watching she flipped up her skirt revealing her a hermaphrodite nature, then promptly defecated on the hearth…and with great laughter changed into the old skin-walker they’d just killed and eaten.

Aware that the villagers had been tricked they rekindled the flames for the skin walkers home and returned to their village. Torching their own Kivas, the dedicated in the meeting rooms of heir three-hundred room pueblo and left with only the close on their backs. All pottery, and tools broken and scattered, nothing taken with them.

To take anything from their doomed village would have allowed the skin walker to find them in their future home.

The moral, she said,  you never now how bad it can be till you make a devils deal for another chance at life, only to loose everything you have…

What door will you open in your world and what spirit will you welcome? Will your future reflect your past or be a celebration of he lessons now well learned.
@archeoastronomy @roadmonkeyone

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Writings Of The Anasazi Mysteries Left Behind

By Allen Manning

One door’s between fallen floors.  Leaves of past pages turning quickly with few words of explanation. Each step gingerly taken to avoid awakening time’s dusty demons.

I find new questions with fewer answers.

Anasazi Ruins By Allen Manning

Yet onward into tumbling walls hearing ancient voices from the walls call.

“Come to now, see yesterday, help us resell what had till now been forgotten.  The stories laid between the stones.  The hopes wound around beams now on earth prone, there between the ruble where one people roamed, remain the dreams our ancestors once called home.

Not your ancestors you say!

Look in the faces of those who remain and tel me you cannot see someone you know or knew.

Look at the buildings and see what a thousand homes still carry, walls with images long ago captured, not unlike yours; black and white to colors etched.

Where do you go after building great cities of stone and mud?

From where did you come and in what language did you direct each wall’s construction?

Are you still listening, still asking or waiting for a new tongue your story to repeat.

From what navel came your civilization’s birth and into what abyss have you gone?

Civilization marches on.  What name will it carry in our children’s songs?

What name shall we call you brothers, sisters, long gone?

What name?

Setting up interviews with a noted expert in the Chaco people’s world, based right here in Dallas at SMU.  More soon….

@roadmonkeyone

 

 

Anasazi Ruins By Allen Manning

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History’s Cry–Questions about the Anasazi Indians in Chaco Canyon

By Allen Manning

Captured images of long gone hours working righteously in unison for a common goal now revealing only a structures heart. Bereft of souls upon which each stone was cast lay rubble and sand mixed clays.

Once where children played, animals grazed as people lived out their days, now lizards lounge above snake-infested grounds in empty homes no laughter there abounds.

Anasazi Ruins by Allen Manning

Come see where waters once flowed. Between hovel and home here now only dust clouds fill what once were window sills.

Why build the first Las Vegas of the west to leave these once golden cities of the past to times gamble? Perched between shallow cliffs each covered in golden splatter now only reverberate with tourist chatter. Come listen in dawns early rise the calls of civilizations first American fall. Destined for such are we who build cities of steel to follow those who marked the earth in stone.

Where did they go, when they roamed far a foot, wheeled upon great roads? Are in each who here gather some great part of them that still matters? Or, long gone from our present as from our tomorrow. Will we one day them follow? Or will we they recall and learn the secretes of the Anasazi Doom. @roadmonkeyone

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In Search of the Anasazi and the Cities of Cibola (Gold)

Studying the Anasazi with Allen Manning

North of the main settlements of Chaco Canyon Aztec National Ruins Park holds as many questions as answers. Here alongside cold, fast-flowing waters, Anasazi built a great Kiva and several smaller kivas situated about their five-story-high multi-room complex. Structures that for the most part have stood up to time’s ravages almost didn’t survive the looters.

These doors are taller and wider than most found throughout theses ruins. Looters cut through the three-foot-thick walls as they dug out rooms along the western side of the complex in search of treasures.

Pottery, tools and some artifacts long since taken by the looters rest in private collections and a few museums. As far as archeologist can tell no cache of gold passed out of these doors in the hands of looters.

Doorways of the Anasazi with Allen Manning

In 1542 when Spanish explorer Vasquez de Coronado set out through the region in search of the Seven Cities of Cibola (Gold) he returned without either gold or the cities’ locations.  By the time his men snaked their way through the Chocoan region the inhabitants of this and all the other Anasazi cites had been gone several hundred years.

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Anasazi Artifacts and Their Mystery Purposes

Tan, black and red swirling patterns bound with fire upon a frame for the tiny fingers of a child.

Anasazi Artifacts by Allen Manning

Or did once the sand in rusted vessel hold sweet aromas bound for a feminine client seeking to allure a husband’s nose? Found in fields turned for decades by plows behind horse and man. Unearthed where several small Kivas lie, back filled protecting structure and history, in my family’s careful hands it rests.

In a museum some similar vessels I found, labeled for religious purposes with no supporting evidence around. When asked, the curator eluded to other relics about the world that they’d found. Simple, small, and round, who but for medicine could it be bound. Conjecture on our paths to an answer, whose thoughts will the future from a past make clear when an ancient builder the item makes clear?

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Aztec Ruins in the Four Corners Region

Aztec Ruins

Sifting through more material, hearing jaded reports on theories with little support. Yet still the reporter in me continues to dig for answers to a 1500 year old mystery buried in outlying ruins.

#TWEChevy March 14 2012 Near Aztec National Park

Where have they gone and why?  Seeing the faces plowing along numbered paths peering into collapsing rooms I see the ancients.  Small statuesque woman with deep brown complexion smiling as I look into her eyes. Yes they are here still, still in each of us. Why here, why did they leave are we soon to follow their fate?

Aztec ruins reflects similar building to Chaco Canyon, with like eras of rebuilding stretched over miles along the San Juan River.

Thirteen major pueblos criss cross the Chaco Canyon region while other areas hold one apartment development supported by hundreds of smaller remote homesteads.

Many theories fill visitors with confusion. Can one answer fill in every void? Look to our own communities and see if one answer fills in every question.

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Tour Pueblo Bonito, Chaco Canyon, New Mexico

Bouncing about along ridged dirt and gravel paths our trek into Chaco Canyon begins a few hours after sunrise. Occasional stops to capture images of the geology and history afford us moments to stretch for the walks ahead.

Pueblo Bonito By Allen Manning

Mungo Pavi ruin just the west of the main entrance is the first stop. Three other pueblos entertain modern visits. Videos and pictures highlighting a people’s life in a land less receptive to habitation now than a thousand years ago I stand astounded and surrounded by others equally as awed.

Circling through crumbling walls and rooms with dirt now filled, once bounding with laughter and cries of a people long from this valley a living here tried.

We stepped through halls long now paths for rabbits and mice, once echoed with leather and yucca fiber sandals.

Seeing the level of construction with each successive rebuilding by Chacoan residents reflects their desire to improve on their past and grow a future.

Wandering from rooms in Pueblo Bonito on the third level of a four story complex abandoned before the first Conquistadors tread through this land other’s voices of wonder recall ancient visitors first visit to the complex.

No warriors stands reflected in the construction rather security from the elements with walls three-feet-thick, many hollow rocks stands filled with sand. Great and small Kivas most round with chimneys and benches for day’s-long ceremonies. Questions of why, why here, why then and why did they leave remain unanswerable. But the answers are there in the faces of the pueblo residents who still inhabit this region. More to come on the next adventure.

RMO – Digging In

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Our Man Allen Manning in New Mexico

He’s near Bernalillo, NM according to TwitPic.  We talked with him a little while ago and he was in Albuquerque headed up into the mountains.

But here’s a cool shot from the road by Allen Manning as he makes his way into the heart of Anasazi and Manitou Country in the Southwestern United States.

Near Bernanillo, NM With Allen Manning

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@RoadMonkeyOne All Set For The Road

This morning we got Allen Manning’s 2012 Equinox from @GMTexas all decked out with official markings from The Wonders Expedition.  He’s headed out west in about an hour.

Here’s the car to be looking for along the way.  He has Chevy prizes to hand out and we’ve got some here in Dallas, too.

If you see the car, take a photo of it and text it with the hashtag of #TWEChevy.  You very well may win a prize for your hard work!

 

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