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Thursday, November 12, 2020

#FORGOTTENDELUGES 🌊🌊🌊 PERU. THE NAYLAMP LEGEND

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Archaeologists unveil the Naylamp's legendThey were a group of survivors. The rest of a nation devastated on board of fragile boats at the vastness of the ocean. The history of many pre-Columbian nations begins with the same words. Their descendants tell: "Our people came from the Sea", or even "our god came from the sea". "Our ancestors lived in a fabulous city"." Mystery.
 
The enigma, according to many researchers is a story that has become legend: the disappearance of the called "small" Atlantis, the island of Poseidonis, swallowed by the revolt of waters of the Atlantic, in the region located in front of the Mediterranean Sea, northwest Africa. 

Those who escaped the catastrophe were dispersed. They took different paths, leading their culture to the most distant points of the planet Earth. This is the root of the mythological saga of Naylamp.
 
Following the El Niño marine current, some ships, like ferries, traveled south by ferry. The journey began on the west coast of Mexico and sailing at a steady pace continued to follow its direction, crossing the vastness of the Pacific Ocean. The bow of the raft that led the group, was adorned with many multicolored feathers.
 
On the bridge of command stood a man of high stature, aristocratic and haughty looks, clear skin and facial traces of a semitic. 

His head was wrapped in a large turban that had on its center a magnificent turquoise. Naylamp was his name, the deified hero who led the fleet of survivors wandering toward the region that later would be called Peru.
 
After countless days of anguish on the waters, in face the sight of a beach that seemed appropriate for their projects, the leader gave an order. 

The ships turned to the direction indicated. Shortly after, the boats reached, softly - on the sands of the beach. A new historical cycle was about to begin. There - hundreds of men, women and children. They remained motionless, only looking the new home.Shortly later, a man descended from one of the boats: he was Pitazofi and his function was to play the royal horn. The instrument was a huge conch shell, like a horn - called Spondylus. 

He advanced a few steps and then, taking the pearly horn to his lips, the new world could hear a loud and powerful roar. The trip of fugue was over and was starting a new journey.

Then the official holder of the royal mobile throne, Nicacolla descended from the ferryboat followed by his aides. 

When he put his feet on the beach, another trumpet blast rang out and - of a ship - went down another traveler. 

He had a heavy safe on his back. He was Fongasidas, whose job was cover the ground, during the royal procession, with small purple stones to protect and honor of the king.

Again the horn was heard and followed by six men carrying huge boxes, came LLapchilully, in charge of the royal wardrobe followed by Ochacali, another chief, along with his assistants. Finally, there stood Allopoopo , whose mission was to prepare the bath of the king at every step of the journey.But - all still were waiting. Then, once again, the horn echoing, appeared four individuals dressed lavishly with gold crowns on their heads. Solemn - they were carrying on their shoulders another throne. 

On a small pillow, Ceterni (or Cetemi) - the princess - rested. She was the wife of the king. Finally, a hoarse voice ordained - organizing all the people in two rows: Naylamp advanced among them, pressing his chest against a giant "Spondylus". Once landed he made a reverence before his god. All the people repeated the gesture.

The first order of the king was to build, in the exact place of landing, a tangible sign of their arrival, a monument to celebrate, according to his traditions, the alliance between the sea and earth, between their respective deities: Chia (the Moon) and Ra, the sun god, who would send a Messiah in the future.

And the days passed; the months, the years. The city of LLampallec (currently, Lambayeque, where there is an archaeological site) was built. The religion was practiced like before. The economy, solidly developed. The new nation became a reign stable and secure.
Then, as did other king-gods like Quetzalcoatl and Viracocha, with the Mayans, Aztecs and other Andean peoples, Naylamp decided that was the time to go and leave his people. He gone to the sea shore and taking the form of a bird, disappeared, flying in direction to the horizon, leaving in the kingdom, his son, Si-Um, who ruled the country for many years.
 
Before the death reach him, Si-Um secluded himself in a cave leaving for his descendants, as their most precious legacy, the myth of immortality. Three of his sons established small local principalities. The dynasty left a fortune to his eleven representatives.
 
The last one, Fempellec, wanted to relocate the statue of Naylamp, who was formerly in the Temple of Chia, the moon. However, appeared a demon with the appearance of a young woman who seduced him and convinced to give up the idea.
 
There has been, then, a terrible storm which lasted thirty days, a big flood that devastated the temple and destroyed the harvest altogether. The persons, confused and restless, revolted against his sovereign. Nobles and priests joined the people. Fempellec was tied and thrown into the sea.
 
Thus, by a strange fatality, the mythical dynasty Naylamp, who had arrived by sea, died at sea. No one occupied the throne until the arrival of Gran Chimu (a nation) that came from Chan Chan (a region) and extended its domains from LLampallec-Lambayeque for all regions of western South America. 

SOURCES 
Leyenda de Naylamp
IN Biblioteca Pleyades
[http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sitchin/naymlap.htm]
Acessed in 19/03/2012
transl. spanish/portuguese: Lygia Cabus
transl. portuguese/english: Lygia Cabus
search and complementary texts: Lygia Cabus, 2012
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