Ian and Matty
Hello
there,
We would like to take the opportunity to thank everyone
who has expressed an interest in the Mayan Majix web site
to whatever degree. Some of you have taken the tour of
Mayan sites with the beautiful pictures available here.
Some check the Mayan calendar day and its meaning at our
web page. Many have read and down loaded the articles
to send or share with friends, teachers and classmates,
others have purchased videos, DVDs or audio-tapes of the
presentations, the Free Stuff section has been very popular
for obvious reasons and then there is the Mayan jewelry
that I sculpt and produce along with very detailed Mayan
astrological reports produced and sent by Mike Shore.
To all of you a huge THANK YOU! Together,
we are making a difference. I want to say a special thanks
to all of the people who have made copies of whatever
they’ve obtained from this web site and passed it along
to others. We have every intention of spreading this information
as quickly as possible.
“Viral Marketing” a fairly recent marketing term, it uses
the process of duplication to spread any knowledge or
new product to the public. “Viral Marketing,” is a Super-Dooper,
accelerated, word of mouth process. Thanks to all of you,
our various tapes or articles are duplicating on their
own, for free, to others and then many more others. We
are very busy “infecting” humanity with a new perspective
and a new consciousness, we figure that there are about
10,000 tapes out there as of October 2003.
I mean, come on.
If we are going to have all sorts of dangerous bugs around
we might as well let loose the most dangerous to our current
society. A biological virus may be infectious but Ethics
and Truth are fatal to controlling Empires. This is the
kind of virus attack I can get into. Canch You!
Bless you, and here is a Kleenex.
So that you can have a better idea of who I, Ian Xel Lungold,
am and where I came from I am presenting here a short
auto-biography on the page below.
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A SHORT AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF IAN XEL
LUNGOLD
On
January 26th 1974, I awoke in Fresno, California, alone.
It was my twenty-fifth birthday, and I was living in a
garage that I had remodeled into an apartment in exchange
for rent.
I was the quintessential starving artist. Bread, peanut
butter, wine and art were my diet. Cheap wine. Good art.
No sales, and a few “broke” friends.
It was about an hour after rising that I started to cry,
and I did so, off and on, for the whole day. It was an
orgy of self-pity and a mental flogging that I was lucky
to get through alive.
I had come face-to-face with the fact that, other than
surviving my Southern Baptist rearing and a short stint
in the Navy, I had not accomplished much in 25 years.
I determined that I had been a coward—I had not put myself
“on the line” in enough situations. I decided to change
that right then and there. I would find ways to take some
risks even if it meant actually risking the life I had
been so protective of.
Within a month’s time, I was a member of a Hot Shot fire
crew for the forestry service based in Fresno and I worked
for the Chandell hang-gliding school (heavy lifting and
ground school coach) in exchange for using their flying
equipment. My last flight was off of Glacier Point in
Yosemite. Oh Yeah! Twice in one morning!
Three steps and then the ground can be found, six thousand
feet straight down. I saved my own life on that last flight,
and it was a new beginning… It was The Beginning. Half
way to the landing site I knew that I would not make it
that far having lost too much altitude while “sight seeing”
on the way down. There was no one there but myself to
handle the situation. A distinct calm came over me as
I climbed into the extreme left corner of the control
bar to make a 180 degree left turn in the attempt to land
in a meadow that I had already past. It was cramped and
short with the main road of Yosemite running through it
but I was the only spot without trees!
Between the meadow and myself, loomed a huge oak tree.
Without a moment of thought I dove the kite straight at
the tree to gain air speed and then “flared out” (raised
the nose) just before hitting the tree. My bootlaces had
leaves in them. Okay now I am past the tree but headed
up instead of down into this short meadow. I levered my
body through the control bar to slam the nose down and
then immediately corrected so that I could flare out again
before crashing into the ground. It was the hottest shortest
landing I would ever want to make but I was standing in
one piece and starting to shake all over, when I heard
a roar. People who had seen the landing from campground
4 were running over to see what was up. I stood there
watching them come faster and faster toward me and realized
that my consciousness had speeded to were the whole event
had happened in slow motion and now I was readjusting
to the agreed upon rate of event. Now there, in that no
time moment was the New Beginning.
By
June of 1974, I had run across and read Dianetics: The
Science of the Mind, by L. Ron Hubbard. I took communication
classes and joined staff at the Scientology center in
Fresno. I worked on staff to pay my way through training
and the processing called “auditing.” I worked in the
Publics Division of the center. That is, I introduced
Scientology to people from off the street, taught communication
classes and went door-to-door selling Dianetics books.
I once sold 248 books in a week. I got an award. And I
could eat. This is how I was making a living. I went “clear”
in 1978.
Eventually, I ended up in Boise, Idaho, at a center that
closed its doors in 1983. As the first corner hot dog
vendor in Boise—and because of my habit of dancing on
the corner to a boom box to stay warm—I attracted a little
public notoriety. And then…I was hired by a group of silly
drunk ladies to do a bachelorette party…at their hotel
suite. I guess you could say this was another beginning.
I worked as an exotic dancer from thirty-four to forty-four.
I should have quit by forty. It was done. But I was addicted
to the attention and the quick cash.
It all went away so very quickly…I turned back to art.
In 1995, I was working at Park’s bronze foundry in Wallowa
County, Oregon, the sacred homeland of the Nez Pierce
Nation. While there, I wrote a poem about the Tinker and
the Nymph. During the process of writing, I had another
massive opening. Once again I was weeping but shortly
followed by complete feelings of exhilaration. I slammed
up and down for about a week on that one and ended up
wrapping myself around a shaft of light that was angling
through the universe and, coincidentally, through my bedroom.
I knew this to the source of my creativity and I was now
riding it. That realization blew my consciousness right
out of that little mountain town.
I set off into the world and made it to Scottsdale, Arizona,
where, in September 1996, I bought my first book on the
Maya, Maya Cosmos by Linda Shiele and David Friedle, because
of the illustrations.
I began carving the Mayan symbols as pieces of jewelry.
The symbols, as I carved them with my own hands, communicated
in the same frequencies as the beam I had joined earlier.
This was something brand new, and yet it felt so familiar.
I was enchanted. I started reading Shiele and Friedle’s
book, and then Jose Arguelles’s Mayan Factor—with Maruice
Cotterel’s Mayan Prophecies thrown in for good measure—and
the DIE WAS CAST.
With a novice’s understanding of the Mayan calendar, I
began carving all twenty Mayan sacred sun signs as astrological
pendants. This took the lid off!
By the time I was finished, I had downloaded information
of patterns and numbers, memories of being Mayan and of
being sent from the past as a Mayan to this time, to pick
up the skills needed to broadly educate mankind about
the importance of the Mayan calendar—stuff like that.
It seemed that the information was an ocean around me,
supportive but impossible to consume. I knew I was not
going to have a normal life from then on. As I began to
design the sales rack for the astrological jewelry, I
discovered there was no easy, quick method to convert
the Gregorian 365 ¼ day calendar to the 260-day
Mayan calendar. Whoops! Dead jewelry line.
I crashed for a month or four, and then, on a flight over
Houston, Texas, I got a flash, an inspiration—within fifteen
seconds, I had a full formula with which to convert the
calendars. It was so simple, but everyone had somehow
missed it. “I fell in the hole and look what I found”
was what it felt like. I created a chart system based
on the formulas and sold those charts at the Jose Arguelles
Dreamspell booth at the Prophets Conference in Phoenix
in 1997.
It was in Sedona, Arizona, at the Crystal Healings on
the Rocks in 1998 that I proudly showed my work to an
actual Mayan shaman who was there to speak and do ceremony.
He asked me, “That is the Dreamspell, isn’t it?” I said,
“Yes.”
He said, “That is not the Mayan calendar.” Oh Boy! End
of Future…
A few months later, I was being prepared for a mission
by this Mayan shaman to the Mayan lands. This included
an Iawaska journey and a traditional healing ceremony
done by Amazon priests with the shaman and many Native
Americans. I went straight to the Womb of Creation and
had a visit with the Mother. No words.
The mission was to “follow” a group that Aluna Joy Yaxkin
was leading. (I couldn’t afford the group fee anyway.)
This trip began with a spring equinox fire ceremony by
the Barrios brothers at Tikal in Guatemala, who had been
hired to do it. This hiring of Maya by Anglo tourists
to do sacred ceremony in Tikal was not approved of by
the Maya Council of Priests and Elders. And since I was
on a secret personal mission to confirm the actual accurate
day on the Mayan calendar, I decided not to attend the
fire ceremony, and went off into the Tikal Ruins by myself.
I was lying on a thick rock slab that would have been
a bed for ancient nobility or priests when a shaft of
light struck my forehead. The download in those moments
is still not describable in words. (By the way, it was
a totally cloudy day—the sun had broken through a very
small opening in the cloud cover.) At the same time this
was happening to me, 30 people in the Ceremonial Plaza
saw the ritual fire produce two twining serpents, who
gazed intently at the crowd before the sun burst through
and the snakes changed back to flames.
After visiting Palenque with the group, I split off and
ended up in Copan Honduras, selling Mayan jewelry I had
made to tourists along the way to pay for my journey.
During those three weeks, I talked to two actual Mayan
shamans through translators, and had them point to their
current day on the Mayan calendar. Now I knew. Jose A.
was in error and so were Aluna Joy and everybody else
they had taught about the Mayan calendar.
On my return to the States, a good friend Beth Rahe and
I got the charts to work with the actual Mayan calendar.
I then went to study with the Mayan shaman back in California
for a few months. After that, I moved on to become more
active in promoting the new Mayan calendar charts as astrological
placemats in Mexican restaurants.
I went back to the Mayan lands to meet with Mayan shaman,
Hunbatz Men to get his endorsement of the calendars and
placemats. He refused when he found that 10% of profits
would be paid directly to the Mayan people in their villages
and there was no money in it for him. While I was there,
I went to Isamal and met the god Itzamna at the top of
his temple.
Itzamna, is known as “The First Teacher” to the Maya,
he is the one according to legend, who brought the knowledge
of writing, mathematics and the calendar.
I went up and placed four codices at the four directions,
put my arms up to a brilliant Yucatan sky and found myself
shouting at the top of my voice, “Itzamna! You get your
ass down here right now!”
He showed up, with two other curious beings who split
as soon as they knew this was serious business. I said,
“Itzamna, I am your man down here! This is your information
that I am toting, and either you help me or you get down
here and get your robes dirty!” I really had no idea that
I was going to say that, and neither did Itzamna. Itzamna
and I have a deal.
I went back to Cave Creek AZ, and right away the codex
got published in Magical Blend magazine. And then a backer
showed up with some money, so I moved to Cancun to market
the calendars and the placemats to the hotel owners—who
would sell them to tourists from all over the world. From
one place, I would cover the globe. Well…ya gotta be a
Mexican citizen to sell anything to anyone in Cancun.
After nine months of trying, another great plan bites
the big one.
Meanwhile, Dr. Carl J. Calleman a micro-biologist from
Sweden, had been advised of my new tool to convert the
actual Mayan calendar, and sent me his unpublished book,
“The Theory of Everything.” I read it. My life path changed
dramatically some more.
Dr. Calleman came to Cancun, and we spent two months living
together in a one-bedroom apartment while we tried to
get his book published. No dice.
Dr. Calleman returned to Sweden, and I moved to Sedona
to ground this information there—to start telling the
metaphysical community about what had been discovered.
Since June 2001, my partner, Madaline Weber, and I have
traveled tens of thousands of miles talking to whoever
would listen about this discovery. I am willing to talk
to everyone.
This is everyone’s information.
In
service,
Ian Xel Lungold
P.
S.—My great-, great-, great-grandfather was Johnnie Appleseed
(John Chapman). He traveled the frontier planting seeds
and distributing tracts of Swedenborg’s writings, door
to cabin door.
Emanuel Swedenborg, a scientific philosopher who broke
massive ground in spiritual researches, lived and wrote
in Stockholm.
Dr. Carl J. Calleman lives and writes in Stockholm….
