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  1. THE MAYAN RESURRECTION
  2. PROLOGUETHE JOURNAL OF JULIUS GABRIEL
  3. PART 1CONCEPTION
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  7. 4
  8. PART 2BIRTH
  9. 5
  10. PART 3INFANCY
  11. 6THREE YEARS LATER
  12. 7
  13. PART 4CHILDHOOD
  14. 8FOUR YEARS LATER
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  18. 12
  19. PART 5ADOLESCENCE
  20. 13SEVEN YEARS LATER
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  22. 15
  23. 16
  24. 17
  25. 18
  26. 19
  27. 20
  28. PART 6ADULTHOOD
  29. 21SIX YEARS LATER
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  32. 24
  33. 25
  34. 26
  35. 27
  36. 28
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  38. 30
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  40. 32
  41. 33
  42. 34
  43. 35
  44. PART 7AFTERLIFE
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  50. 41
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  52. EPILOGUE
  53. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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Jacob, are you there? Are you real, or are you part of the delusions?

Michael?

Dominique?

God, why must you torture me? Why must you …

The white fog! Two pinpoints … angry violet eyes, stare at me from within the nexus haze.

‘One Hunahpu …’

Her shadow appears, her form pushing forward … cocoa skin … so intoxicating. The Abomination! How could I have let my guard down?

‘Come closer, One Hunahpu, so that I might taste your soul.’

No, please … God! God help me!

‘God? God is like eternity, his existence cold and lonely. Bathe in my heat, Michael, and let me thaw your mind. Crawl into my womb as I entwine your being. Inhale my breath as I caress your lonely soul.’

No! I am Michael Gabriel. I am One Hunahpu. I am in control. I control my mind, not the Abomination. My mind is a safe haven.

‘The Guardian have deceived you, Michael. I am not your enemy, I am your salvation.’

… I will focus on the echoes of my mind and not the coos of the Abomination. I shall control my mind, and the Abomination cannot hurt me. I shall retell my tale to my sons, and occupy my thoughts—

‘No more tales. Our destiny together begins anew as we await the arrival of your sons.’

Boys, can you hear me? Jacob? Stay away! The Abomination knows you’re coming!

‘The cosmos has turned a deaf ear, Michael. Now, there is only us.’

No! God is out there, God will help me!

‘God? God is dead, Michael—

—a mere wisp of thought, in the consciousness of existence …’

PART 7
AFTERLIFE

God is testing us, to see if we can
kill the Satan within us …

—FROM NIGHT, BY ELIE WIESEL

Darkness cannot drive out darkness,
only light can do that.

—MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.

Each of us makes our own prisons,
and each of us has the ability to set ourselves free.

—JULIUS GABRIEL

Love is all you need …

—THE BEATLES

36

ABOARD THE BALAM

The 722-foot-long starship cruiser, Balam, is divided into two main decks. In the lower deck, located midships to stern, is the propulsion chamber and its twin power cores, with extensive feeder assemblies and circuits growing out of the bulkheads and deck. Designed into this compartment is the Balam’s massive solar plant, with links to the ship’s recycling water supply with distillers, gravity mats, and a myriad of machinery responsible for the starship’s force field and weapons system.

At the heart of the vessel is the Balam’s central processing cortex and its immense biochemical brain. Sealed within an immense chamber of gelatinous liquid, this beehive of nanocircuits crackles with energy. Neuroclusters fire in the isolated darkness like a million fireflies. Fluid-filled sensory vacuoles branch out from the biochemical organ, interconnecting every neuroprocessing center within the ship.