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Graham Hancock – FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS
There followed a long exchange in Hopi, then this translation: ‘He said
that when he was a child, in the 1900s, there was a star that exploded—a
star that had been up there in the sky for a long while ... And he went to
his grandfather and asked him to explain the meaning of this sign. His
grandfather replied: “This is the way our own world will end—engulfed in
flames ... If people do not change their ways then the spirit that takes
care of the world will become so frustrated with us that he will punish the
world with flames and it will end just like that star ended.” That was what
his grandfather said to him—that the earth would explode just like that
exploding star ...’
‘So the feeling is that this world will end in fire ... And having viewed
the world for the past ninety years, does he believe that the behaviour of
mankind has improved or worsened?’
‘He says it has not improved. We’re getting worse.’
‘So in his opinion, then, the end is coming?’
‘He said that the signs are already there to be seen ... He said that
nowadays nothing but the wind blows and that all we do is have a
weapon pointed at one another. That shows how far apart we have drifted
and how we feel towards each other now. There are no values any more—
none at all—and people live any way they want, without morals or laws.
These are the signs that the time has come ...’
Melza paused in her translation, then added on her own account: ‘This
terrible wind. It dries things out. It brings no moisture. The way we see it,
this kind of climate is a consequence of how we’re living today—not just
us, but your people as well.’
I noticed that her eyes had filled with tears while she was talking. ‘I
have a cornfield,’ she continued, ‘that’s really dry. And I look up into the
sky and try to pray for rain, but there is no rain, no clouds even ... When
we’re like this we don’t even know who we are.’
There was a long moment of silence and the wind rocked the trailer,
blowing hard and steady across the mesa as evening fell around us.
I said quietly, ‘Please ask your grandfather if he thinks that anything
can now be done for the Hopi and for the rest of mankind?’
‘The only thing he knows,’ Melza replied when she had heard his
answer, ‘is that so long as the Hopi do not abandon their traditions they
may be able to help themselves and to help others. They have to hold on
to what they believed in the past. They have to preserve their memories.
These are the most important things ... But my grandfather wants to tell
you also, and for you to understand, that this earth is the work of an
intelligent being, a spirit—a creative and intelligent spirit that has
designed everything to be the way it is. My grandfather says that nothing
is here just by chance, that nothing happens by accident—whether good
or bad—and that there is a reason for everything that takes place ...’
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