By the end of the conference it starts to rain.

Water totally takes me by surprise. After a week of no rain I had forgotten that around here rain is regular and intense (the ancient name of Palenque is actually “place of the Great Waters”). But maybe it will stop soon…

Soon after the sky is lit by an impressive series of thunders and lightnings, as if Hunab Ku was taking our picture: “There they are, those of Palenque 2012: cheeeeese!”

After dinner we go see what’s happening in Maya Bell. In a big meadow we can see some people around a big bonfire. It is the beginning of the night ceremony led by Don Marzo. We get closer and we listen to the invocations in Mayan dialect, while the sky keeps on taking our pictures. Don Marzo grabs the sacred stick and asks the sky for protection, in Spanish, and for “ropa seca, ropa limpia para la ceremonia de mañana”. I pray that the stick works and the sky will listen.

We go back to our room in Panchan and at about 1 am the rain starts to pour heavily. Very heavily. A full-on apocalypctic deluge has just started.

At 4:30 am we wake up and decide to meditate in our room. The rain is downpouring very loud, while inside of me I have to silence a very loud paranoia that the river (not sure which one) is overflooding. I connect with the center of the galaxy, I open to receive whatever it wishes to transmit me… and I connect with the thousands of people who are doing the same thing all over the world… and I smile… everything has happened as predicted… the belief has orchestrated its own self-fullfillment… in the next few years we shall see what this means…

Many people in the Rainbow were scared that the drugged out “electrified” trancers were about to flood the gathering spoiling its spirit. Well, many trancers came, but the spirit (at least the one that was already there) was not spoilt in anyway. From the trancers I started gathering information on how the Space Mothership had coped. The sound system arrived the day after the beginning of the party. The generator had not enough power for both speaker towers which then could not work stereo...

Did the Mothership eventually take off? A guy tells me that Psykowsky’s 10 hours set was the work of a genius.

But the most surreal story is that of the organiser, Imix Jaguar.

Imix is a Mexican guy that everybody knows in the trance scene because he is a real character and a devoted trancer (besides being one of the few people who openly support both psytrance and Rainbow). With the help of tattoos, piercings, crazy clothes and a real talent in facebooking, he has created a very popular image of himself between the shaman, the warrior, the traveller, the artist...

After the party a story starts to circulate about him being beaten up, his dreds cut off and ending up in the hospital... but by who? He says by the Mexican mafia, who asked him for money... others say that it was people he did not pay… I’m sure by now all is good with him, and whatever the real story was, Imix had his moment of glory and Palenque had its 2012 psytrance party.

Pictures from http://www.facebook.com/ImixJaguaro?ref=ts&fref=ts

So Pakal Votan was right!!

As quoted by the Red Queen during her talk, his prophecy (as interpreted by José Arguelles) says that: “At the closing of the cycle, all will be unified, in one mind and one time”.