The Mayan Resurrection by Steve Alten Read Free Book Online

communication. This ‘silent treatment’ caused Dominique to have doubts about the validity of the first message … and its source.
     
    ‘No offense, Evelyn, but how can I be sure that was really Mick’s mother who spoke with me?’
     
    ‘Who else would it be, child?’
     
    ‘Maybe it was you, pretending to be in communication with your sister. Or maybe you weren’t even aware of what was happening. My background is in psychiatry. Over the years, I’ve seen some pretty bad cases of schizophrenia.’
     
    ‘The energy source was Maria’s.’
     
    ‘If that’s true, then why hasn’t she spoken through you again? It’s been days since the last communication. I can’thang around this town the rest of my life. You’ve succeeded in freaking me out to the point where I’m seriously considering an abortion.’
     
    ‘Choose that route, and you not only condemn Michael, but humanity’s future as well.’
     
    ‘So says you. I need real answers, Evelyn, not riddles.’
     
    ‘Dominique, Maria senses your fear, and this is why she’s ended communication. Fear is one of humankind’s strongest negative emotions. Negative emotions create negative energy, and negative energy attracts negative spirits. Communicating with the dead is not like placing a phone call. Anyone can answer, including demons like the Abomination, who is as powerful as it is cunning. Sensing your fear, Maria felt it best to end the communication rather than tip our hand to the enemy. The success of future sessions will depend upon your ability to control your negative emotions. But first, you must fully commit to the journey.’
     
    ‘Again with the journey. What journey? How can I commit myself to something I don’t even understand?’
     
    ‘You do it by acquiring knowledge. Study the Mayan
Popol Vuh
. Familiarize yourself with its story of Creation. Seek answers from those you trust.’
     
    ‘That’s just it, I don’t trust anyone. I’ve never felt so scared and alone in my life.’
     
    ‘Julius and Maria felt the same way when they began their own journey, and I’m sure Michael shared these feelings. At times they lost sight of the path, and yet they continued on, their resolve strengthened by faith, knowing they were following their destiny.’
     
    ‘What would Mick do if he were me?’
     
    ‘He would seek answers from those who know. He would return to the land of the green lightning.’
     
    Dominique turns into the entrance of Chichén Itzá. To her surprise, the parking lot is deserted, the front gates sealed, guarded by a platoon of heavily armed American soldiers.
     
    Captain Luke Magierski leaves his station and approaches, his hands resting on his M-16. ‘Sorry, miss, Chichén Itzá’s closed.’
     
    ‘Actually, I was looking for the local vendors who used to sell inside the park.’
     
    Magierski stares at the attractive woman with the long ebony hair and high cheekbones, her looks vaguely familiar. ‘They’ve set up shop on the grounds of the Mayaland Hotel. It’s about ten minutes from here.’ The soldier removes an identity scanner from his belt. ‘I need to scan you, it’s standard procedure.’
     
    ‘Of course.’ She extends her left hand out the window.
     
    Magierski’s device snaps Dominique’s digital photo as it scans her open palm.
     
    S MITH , A NDREA M.
     
    R ESIDENCE : W ELLINGTON , F LORIDA .
     
    N O OUTSTANDING WARRANTS .
     
     
    ‘Thank you, Miss Smith. You have a nice day now.’
     
    She waves, then drives off.
     
    Magierski stares at the photo.
Wait a second, I have seen herbefore.
Removing his Palm Pilot, he scans his old e-mails. Locates the People-First.com website. Checks the photo against the one posted.
Holy crap, it’s her!
     
    Glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching, he e-mails the photo of Andrea Smith to the political party of Peter Mabus.
     
    Dominique pulls into the grand entrance of the Mayaland Hotel and parks. A farmers’ market has