My First Mystery: The Anasazi

Though I would go on to one day be enchanted by much greater hidden things in our world, the first to grab my fancy were the Anasazi from the great Southwest.

My Youthful Interest in the Hopis

Growing up in Phoneix, it's impossible not to encounter Native Americans or find the Native American influence around you. Frankly, I don't see how any American can. Most of our city and state, not to mention rivers and lakes, get their names from the many of Native American languages that were once spoken in our country.

Sadly, most tribes have not been treated well. One that is particularly close to my heart is the Hopis. Now at first, it may not make any sense why this group sticks out at all above the many more popular and widely known tribes. In fact, the Hopis are so under represented that their plantation is entirely swallowed up within the Navajo plantation. To paint a picture, their land is the donut hole of the Navajos. And their dwindling numbers are saddening.

What makes them quite unique, like any group of people, is their culture. And within that, we find the Kachinas. Many who have not delved into any Native American lore will most likely not have heard much about them, but the Kachinas are actually quite interesting. Besides being much more famous for the doll like form many Hopis produce nowadays for tourists, these dolls were originally there to help Hopi children learn the numerous gods that exists in their beliefs.

What is even more interesting, at least to me, is the origin story supporting the Kachinas--or rather, origin stories. The first one, as it goes, believes the Kachinas and the Hopis once lived peacefully together until an invading army--supposedly Mexicans--killed them all. Even this story can draw clear distinctions and similarities to Myarabhati myth and philosophy, that being any act of war is an act of marking up this world. However, the second origin myth is much more pertinent.

The second one starts much as the first--presupposing the Hopis and Kachinas lived a peaceful existence together--until one day the Hopis began to change. They began to become headstrong and self-righteous, believing they were more important than others and other things. In consequence, the Kachina left them to their horribleness, retreating to the shadowlands from whence they first came. Severed from the benevolent Kachina, the Hopis mended their ways in hopes of their return, and so they make the dolls to symbolize what they lost. And any follower of the Myarabhati can't possibly miss the coincidental links in this story to that of Ayana and the island of Myara.

Myarabhati History

From certain interviews conducted in the Solomon Sea region, many historians have been able to place together the series of events that caused the uprooting and first disappearance of Myarabhati culture. In the beginning, there were three islands that made up the archipelago of Sergot. The main island lends its name to this island grouping. The second biggest was Myara with the last being Eedoon. Little is known about Eedoon and some anthropologist believe due to its small size and weaker nature, it followed and depended heavily on the large island of Sergot. However, Myara did not follow suit.

According to legend, hundreds of years ago, before European sailors discovered and ravaged many of the islands nearby, Sergot was ruled by a king named Timal. He had gained his rule through deception and intrigue, quite often killing off his opponents openly in front of the whole island. His ruthful nature and acts of violence were recounted to the other two islands, scaring them into obedience. It was even said once that he cut the arm off his own son who appeared to threat to take his father's place.

Now, it is interesting to note that in the language apparently used by the Sergot Archipelago, the word 'Bhati' meant people. This is where the name Myarabhati comes from. It literally means 'the people of Myara.' The people from Sergot were called Sergobhati, thus dropping the last consonant most likely for pronunciation purposes.

While the Sergobhati were fierce, the Myarabhati were unbelievably sensitive. They felt in tune with the rhythms of the world around them and many times read the warning signs of incoming danger--storms, monsoons, and tsunamis that often ravaged the area. Without them, the other islands would surely have perished many times over.

On top of this, the Myarabhati had a highly developed philosophy, one that I will delve into more and more as I post my findings. Needless to say, their ideas were different from mainland Sergot that liked to make itself stick out like a sore thumb. The Myarabhati, instead, stressed a life that left no remains, a life hidden in plain sight. This thinking went so far as their simply constructed homes that would barely be noticeable among the rocky shoreline and the small huts within the inner village amongst the trees.

Anyway, as the story goes, Timal, one day came to Myara for his perennial visit. He did so usually to express his dominance. The Myarabhati rarely refused such things, preferring more greatly to live in peace--war being a strong sin in their eyes. With his visit, he met up with the islands ruler's daughter, Ayana. He hadn't seen her in years since she was young. The age gap between was roughly twenty years, and now that she was thirteen, she was devastatingly pretty.

Well, Timal wasted no time expressing how he desired to add her to his slew of wives. Ayana's father protested. He didn't feel this was the best choice. He was hoping his daughter would further her studies of Myarabhati lore and become a leader of the island one day herself. Timal greatly disagreed.

With a strong refusal, Timal did the only thing he knew to do when his power was challenged. He grew violent, murdering the man who stood in tow behind Ayana's father to make an example of who was the true ruler. Ayana's father watched in horror as Timal cut the young boy open, and upon finishing, Timal ordered his men to bring forth a taro seed. He planted it amongst the blood and dirt and then issued his warning to the whole island of Myara: if Ayana was not his by the time that taro plant sprouted its first leaf, he would wash their island away.

And so Timal returned to Sergot, sure of himself that Ayana would be his within the week. But by the week's end, she was nowhere to be seen. By the next week's end as well, she was still absent, and then finally within the third week, the sun had been hot and sweltering, drawing many downpours, that on Myara, the small taro plant, already broken free from the ground, sprouted its first leaf. And like Timal promised, a large wave crashed down on the island. And here is where the mystery begins.

After the waters receded, Timal and his men went to Myara to check out the devastation. What they found surprised them. The rocky homes on the shore line were empty and upon further inspection inland they found the same. The island of Myara was empty. The even more surprising thing was there wasn't a single body found--dead or alive. The whole Myarabhati village disappeared without a trace. And till this day, few know exactly what happened to them.

Until now.

Another day, another inch into the myarabhati mystery

a link I found to Paul reeds obituary through his sister

The Philosophy of the Myarabhati

Though I will be depicting what events brought me to this mysterious culture, I would like everyone to know the underlying element that makes the Myarabhati so interesting.

First and foremost, the Myarabhati live under the practice of inedite, or the art of being inconspicuous. At some point in their hundreds of years history, the Myarabhati developed a way to exist on the earth without drawing attention. It's philosophy is rooted in the essence of working with nature. As soon as a child is born into their culture, they are taught not to leave any mark behind them. This goes so far as that belief that upon death, the spirit must then retrace it's steps erasing anything that might point to it being there. If it doesn't, the spirit is not allowed to pass on.

Secondly, after they're eventual expulsion from their natural home, the Myarabhati had to adapt new ways into which to exist. As their philosophy already preached strong humility, it was only natural that their culture began to ferment this idea even more. I cannot say for certain when it happened, as such about them is still unknown, but somewhere after the first three hundred years or so, the Myarabhati began existing among other tribes without them knowing. I will go into this further in later posts, but in essence, this means that they blended into wherever they may be.

Thirdly, with the combination of both points above, it is now easy to see that the Myarabhati, though believed to be an extinct tribe of early man, may very well be alive and well, living among us today. They are not social chameleons--as some might portray them. No, instead, they bend where others don't. Any with a basic knowledge of Taoism has heard the adage of water: it appears weak and to fold around everything, but there in lies its strength. The Myarabhati are water incarnate.

My Path to the Myarabhati

This blog has been a long time coming.

It starts from my interests as a kid, delivering me across continents and the higher annals of education until I stumbled upon one of the most hidden of societies. If I tell you it all now, it wouldn't make sense. In fact, I have a feeling you'd down right not believe me. This is why I'm presenting everything I know and have written down over the years here in this blog, just in case there are others out there that believe, or for those that may come upon my claims with skepticism. 

To do so, I will present my life in order--jumping only over parts I fell aren't pertinent. Luckily, I am one of those individuals that stridently attempts to detail and document every aspect of my life. Since the age of ten, I've kept a diary on and off. This habit became permenant somewhere around university time and has increased as I got closer to my goal. 

In this blog I plan to lay down the path and the foundation of my journey to the Myarabhati. For this reason, my posting date may not match the date of the entry.

My Path to the Myarabhati

This blog has been a long time coming.

It starts from my interests as a kid, delivering me across continents and the higher annals of education until I stumbled upon one of the most hidden of societies. If I tell you it all now, it wouldn't make sense. In fact, I have a feeling you'd down right not believe me. This is why I'm presenting everything I know and have written down over the years here in this blog, just in case there are others out there that believe, or for those that may come upon my claims with skepticism. 

To do so, I will present my life in order--jumping only over parts I fell aren't pertinent. Luckily, I am one of those individuals that stridently attempts to detail and document every aspect of my life. Since the age of ten, I've kept a diary on and off. This habit became permenant somewhere around university time and has increased as I got closer to my goal. 

In this blog I plan to lay down the path and the foundation of my journey to the Myarabhati. For this reason, my posting date may not match the date of the entry.

Here they are again

More proof of the myarabhati