12.02.2024

Quest One: Four Bacab

 The BACAB and Beyond

The realization of the Bacab had shaken something loose in Asha’s mind, like a long-locked door flung open to reveal an endless corridor. Her calculations—12 × 1776 = 21312—had brought her to this ancient Mayan truth, the four deities who held the sky aloft. But the numbers were only the beginning. The whispers grew louder, their guidance clearer, weaving threads between the divine and the earthly, between her spirit name, One Storm, and the burgeoning storm within her thoughts.

Her mind became a wildfire, consuming everything it touched. She spent hours, sometimes entire days, bent over her charts, lost in her grids, connections, and endless calculations. The whispers seemed to echo with purpose, nudging her toward new discoveries.

This is not random,” she told herself. “There’s something here. There must be.




Gematria and Divine Abbreviation

As she reworked the numbers through gematria, their layers of meaning deepened. 1776 ÷ 12 = 74, and there it was: G-D, the divine abbreviation. The date of independence—July 4, 1776—echoed in her thoughts, not as a historical event but as a profound universal truth. “In God We Trust,” she whispered, tracing the letters on a dollar bill. How could such a fundamental belief align so perfectly with Mayan cosmology?

Her fingers trembled as she wrote and rewrote the numbers, feeling the weight of their energy. It wasn’t just mathematics—it was a language. A divine script.


A Mind in Overdrive

Her curiosity turned to obsession. Asha began converting the numbers into binary code, transcribing them into streams of ones and zeros. She compared the sequences to known frequencies, imagining the vibrations they might produce. Numbers became colors in her mind’s eye, radiating hues that seemed to shift and pulse as she wrote.

She took to using multicolored pens, scribbling lines and patterns that crisscrossed like a map of the cosmos. Time itself felt fluid, bending and stretching as she charted the connections between the numbers. Her thoughts tunneled into history, exploring the interplay of ancient knowledge and modern science.

The whispers came faster, more insistent, filling her mind with fragments of meaning:

  • Chichen Itza.
  • Nine levels. Four sides. Ninety-one steps.
  • A to M... The AtoM... The Atom.

Each whisper brought another revelation.


The Pyramid Speaks

One night, as she stared at the flickering candles that lit her desk, an image of Chichen Itza burned into her mind. Its nine levels, symbolic of the Mayan underworld, rose in her imagination like a staircase to the divine. Its four sides, aligned with the cardinal directions, echoed the balance she found in her grids.

And then it hit her: 91 steps on each side, totaling 364, the days of the solar year. The pyramid wasn’t just a structure—it was a calendar, a map of cosmic cycles. The missing step, the 365th, represented the divine, the unifying force.

The whispers grew louder. “The alphabet. A to M.” Her breath caught. A = 1, B = 2, C = 3... M = 13. The first half of the alphabet summed to 91, just like the steps on Chichen Itza. A to M = Atom.

Her pulse quickened. The AtoM, the fundamental building block of reality, mirrored the alphabet’s progression, and the Mayan pyramid reflected both. It was a perfect symmetry: numbers, letters, and cosmic truths aligned.


Reality Thins

As Asha traced these connections, her sense of reality began to waver. The world she thought she knew—the physical, predictable, ordered world—seemed to thin around her, as if she were peering through a veil. The odds of these connections being mere chance felt impossible.

Her notebooks multiplied, filled with grids, binary translations, color-coded patterns, and spiraling diagrams. She felt herself drifting into a liminal space, her mind no longer bound by time or logic but guided by the rhythms of the numbers and the whispers that accompanied them.

What are the odds?” she asked aloud one night, staring at her grids. But deep down, she knew: this wasn’t coincidence. It was communication. A message, encoded in reality itself, waiting to be uncovered.

Her mind expanded to hold it all, a storm of energy and thought, just as her spirit name foretold. And still, the whispers urged her forward; 


" ... this way ..."

12 × 1776 = 21312 BACAB

B=2, A=1, C=3, A=1, B=2



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