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Graham Hancock – FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS





                   Chapter 16


                   Serpent Sanctuary


                   From Cholula we drove east, past the prosperous cities of Puebla, Orizaba
                   and Cordoba, towards Veracruz and the Gulf of Mexico. We crossed the
                   mist-enshrouded peaks of the Sierra Madre Oriental, where the air was
                   thin and cold, and then descended towards sea level on to tropical plains
                   overgrown with lush plantations of palms and bananas. We were heading
                   into the heartlands of Mexico’s oldest and most mysterious civilization:
                   that of the so-called Olmecs, whose name meant ‘rubber people’.
                     Dating back to the second millennium  BC, the Olmecs had ceased to
                   exist fifteen hundred years before  the rise of the Aztec empire. The
                   Aztecs, however, had preserved haunting traditions concerning them and
                   were even responsible for naming them after the rubber-producing area
                   of Mexico’s gulf coast where they were believed to have lived.  This area
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                   lies between modern Veracruz in the west and Ciudad del Carmen in the
                   east. In it the Aztecs found a number of ancient ritual objects produced
                   by the Olmecs and for reasons unknown they collected these objects and
                   placed them in positions of importance in their own temples.
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                     Looking at my map, I could see the blue line of the Coatzecoalcos River
                   running into the Gulf of Mexico more or less  at the midpoint of the
                   legendary Olmec homeland. The oil industry proliferates here now, where
                   rubber trees once flourished, transforming a tropical paradise into
                   something resembling the lowest circle of Dante’s Inferno. Since the oil
                   boom of 1973 the town of Coatzecoalcos, once easy-going but not very
                   prosperous, had mushroomed into a transport and refining centre with
                   air-conditioned hotels and a population of half a million. It lay close to
                   the black heart of an industrial wasteland in which virtually everything of
                   archaeological interest that had escaped the depredations of the Spanish
                   at the time of the conquest had been destroyed by the voracious
                   expansion of the oil business. It was therefore no longer possible, on the
                   basis of hard evidence, to confirm or deny the intriguing suggestion that
                   the legends seemed to make: that something of great importance must
                   once have occurred here.










                   1  The Gods and Symbols of Ancient Mexico and the Maya, p. 126.
                   2  Aztecs: Reign of Blood and Splendour, p. 50.


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