The Red-Headed League of Megalith Builders

He adjusted his long hair inside his red bandana and straightened his knap-sack out before heading from his overnight encampment in the jungle’s lush cover to make his way towards Kukulcana on the Pacific Ocean coast. It had been another adventurous journey as Sean Macleod walked the final leg of the way to the port. He would be taken to the mountains where the Mu civilization had re-located the bulk of their culture after the last Ice Age. He had heard about the University of Puma Puncu since he was a young boy growing up in Memphis, Egypt. His life was ‘blessed’ by a heritage that few could hope for. He’d been destined to become a member of the Atlantean ‘Red-Headed League’ ever since his birth to a head mason/engineer some twenty seven years ago.

For the majority of the last year he had been living with the Mu people who were building a new civilization in the lowlands of the peninsula called Yucatan. He was walking with more than his usual fervor as he saw the city that was named after the demi-god Quetzacoatl who went by many names, throughout the lands colonized by the great civilization called the Motherland. He had been amongst the Chichimecs who called this flying serpent god associated with the Pleiades constellation, Xolotl; as he had made his way around the Gulf of Mexica, to his assignment in the Yucatan just over a year ago. He was still wearing the Buffalo skin suit that they had presented him with on the night of his departure. The small village of Oaxaca in the smallish mountains on the Pacific side of Mexica had been his last opportunity to share the company of these warm and peaceful people.

There it was; he could see the masts rising above the two storied adobe buildings that made up this growing trading post. He went to the official dockmaster’s office and asked when his ship would be leaving. The jolly older lady who ran things had enjoyed playing around as she made it clear that his fellow travelers had to arrive first. There was one member staying at the hacienda down the street. Sean had asked what this person looked like and they had all laughed. He had some difficulty telling people apart in this part of the world, where everyone had the same colour hair and similar skin colour as well. He headed to the bar where he assumed this person would be waiting. The small children who had gathered around him were laughing and pointing at his hair and talking amongst each other excitedly as he made his way towards the bar.

It was surrounded by a mahogany fence which the artisan had done an excellent job of working a variety of indigenous plants into. He loved the century plants at either end, or corner of the yard. He stopped just inside the gate with its two onyx pillars and carved iron wood statues, to admire the whole effect created by the flowering vines and wood beam open porch with a roof that extended out to cover the tables where a few people were having their coffee. It smelled so welcoming.

Suddenly he was jolted out of his musing by a woman calling ‘HI! RED!’ the greeting that he hadn’t heard in the past two years, made him feel almost nostalgic while excited. No one had told him there would be a fellow ‘Red Head’ much less a woman on this voyage. He looked towards the corner of the porch from where the voice had emanated. It was a younger woman standing up with red hair almost the colour of an orange. He was used to everyone looking at him, but this time as he walked towards her he felt somewhat self-conscious, and very aware of making a good first impression. It was hard to keep his eyes away from looking at her directly, and as he reached the steps to the porch he stumbled a little. The redness came to his face as he walked to greet his ‘brother’.

“Hi, I’m Caitlin O’Regan.” she said in the Ogham dialect that was common amongst the ‘Brotherhood’, he tried to guess what region her early roots hailed from. It was clearly a refined diction from the Mediterranean or perhaps even Erin itself.

“Erin Go Bragh, Hello, I’m Sean MacLeod. A recent Baird.” He said proudly, with the knowledge that he was obviously young for such an austere recognition.

“Well, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, big boy!” Her smile grew across her face and they shook hands then touched their hearts.

“Are you recently from Bangor and Tara, but originally of the Milesians? And a hint of Catal Huyuk, I think.”

“You can be quite a ‘smarty-pants’, can’t you? How did you get the Catal Huyuk part, was it my broach?”

“Yes and the polished volcanic stone that rests on the table that you were looking at in order to make sure you were as beautiful as you always are, even after just waking up I imagine.”

“Are you always so forward?”

They sat down across from each other, as Caitlin sized up this man who she was immediately drawn too. “Well, let me try to impress you too. You were born in Memphis, spent some time in the new colony of Greece and then came to New Hibernia to spend a year amongst the Denhe (North American Indian) before another year here, amongst the Toltec Ovates or Olmec in the land some refer to as Maya. Somehow you still haven’t ‘got’ the meaning of the word though; have you? It has much to do with the spirit and not letting your physical self get ‘in front’ of it, or perhaps the circle of life. This culture that knows so well the ‘changes’ and dimensions thereof, has only begun to influence your often arrogant nature.” She looked at his every response with the depth of a ‘seer’, and he looked into her eyes and knew he’d met his match.

“OK! You were given my biographical information, weren’t you?”

Caitlin couldn’t make her mind up whether to tell him that she knew even more about him than the words she had just spoken could possibly convey. They had only partially come from the written report, which had described this ‘special’ man that she had looked forward to meeting even before the long voyage from Erin had begun some six months earlier. It would be ‘fun’ to continue playing this ‘tete a tete’ she thought. “Sean, you may be a Baird but I am as capable as most ‘Druids’. This gift I have, has made me have to learn humility many moons ago. However I was aided by your ‘bio’. It was given to me by an uncle or other member of the noble ‘Clan MacLeod’ as he so pompously put it. Your ‘brashness’ is a family thing, I guess.” Then she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his. He saw and felt a growing sense of peacefulness and a warmth he knew was unusual that came from these hands which were exquisitely formed and tapered. He looked at her hand before picking it up, and raising it toward his pursing lips.

“No! Not that! I’m too sensitive there!” She exclaimed as she got up and said. “I’ll go check to see if they’ve heard from the others, you stay here and have some breakfast.” Then she walked away, to the docks.

“Caitlin.” Sean said as she walked away, he couldn’t tell if she heard him or not, but he could tell that she knew what he was ‘feeling’. He ordered some Huevos Rancheros, toast, and coffee with other ground nuts that tasted even better than it smelled. When Caitlin returned she was all business. She told him the ship would be leaving soon before going up to her room and getting her things.

There were two other De Danaan taking this trip to Puma Puncu and the new homeland of MU. Caitlin had preceded him to the ship and was with the others on the deck of the small wooden ship that had one main sail and a smaller sail at the front and back near the rudder arm. He walked up the plank and introduced himself to the others, their names were Chong Lee Kwong and Vu Lee Nguyen; they were returning to Macchu Picchu to assist in building the new seat of the Royal house of Mu. Apparently they had grown up in a town near to the mountains it was situated in. They were describing it to Caitlin as she told Sean where to put his things below. The sailors were preparing to undo the ropes that held the ship in place at the end of the pier. By the time he returned to the deck, everyone was helping hoist the sails and storing the ropes. He waved to the children on the pier and looked back at the town growing smaller as the ship headed towards the open water.



Source by Robert Baird

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