Juluapan Stone A stone that has existed since the world was born, and keeps the treasure of a great king.
Northwest of the city of Colima and distance not very long, just enough to see the mountains are blue, a long hill rises quite high, called Juluapan, whose skirt and almost half the flank rises a huge rock that, for the short distance, not well enough to color blue.
This rock stands out against the background of mountain indigo as an upright and immense cathedral.
Rock is so remarkable things that do not escape the gaze of anyone; and, since childhood, she is watching him with some respect for the fabulous mystic relations concerning him passed from mouth to mouth among the prey of my age.
I do not keep accurate memories of all that then heard; but one that has persisted through time indelible, and he will refer me.
"The punishment is that there must be, with the stone over, threatening to fall eternally" At the foot of the hill there is a village of Indians, also called Juluapan.
And I said (which is still common in those regions) that the stone is exactly above the village at high altitude, and to prevent it from rolling into the hamlet and crush the entire population, the Indians have secured with cables and even with chains.
Caution that dates from time immemorial; and I still say that this everlasting threat was a sign of punishment for not know what grave crimes against the gods who dwell in distant times.
The tradition, once there, it is obscured, erased, rather it is truncated, leaving the listener's soul the weight of a great mystery.
And I, looking from afar the huge upright rock, I imagined the huge chains, knotted cables, thick as tree trunks, as hundred yards long, tight as harp strings, holding the giant monolith, but starting to rot by how old ...
What will the town and its people if the stone falls? I wondered interiomente.
And I felt my soul as a child pressed to think of the tremendous catastrophe.
But why Indians are not going there? I was asking the comrades of my childhood.
Why do not you go somewhere else? Because they can not: the punishment is that there must be, with the stone over, threatening to fall forever.
And I do not know whether to fall day or night.
And I could never fathom the reason for that.
II.
From time to time irresistibly back sight to behold up there immense rock, vertically raised, showing his enormous fractures and rough ridge.
When I grew up as a teenager, I took a trip on horseback to the hill beyond Juluapan.
As they walked towards the rock I could not look away from her.
Infant belief chains and cables no longer had any logical value.
Yet the persistence of the original image, as formed in such impressive times, it was so strong at times that seemed to encourage even within me as in my childhood, because involuntarily, when all the rock I was presented in detail in His majesty, my view unnecessarily looking longingly chains or cables, straps like harp strings and thick as tree trunks ...
I passed through the village of Juluapan.
The Indians, indifferent to the existence of the stone, are quietly engaged in the operation of preparing the royal palm leaves that were to be used for making hats.
Everywhere, at the foot of the hills, the view discovering the graceful royal palm moving their large buoyant fans.
The Indians cut the leaves before they spread, before they opened their fans before the sun the green tiñeran that, when dried in the yards of the cottages alike, to keep the crisp white color of its folds virgin.
So as white hats are manufactured with them.
I left the town behind me.
But from time to time irresistibly back sight to behold up there immense rock, vertically raised, showing his enormous fractures and rough ridge.
The rock, however, was not released to that gave rise to this legend out of the rocky hill like a bud, rising high.
He was nailed to the side of the mountain, and hardly on top one another floor could be seen as wild figs, agaves and cacti.
III.
"I saw the smoke of incense rising in the morning, very white and subtle ...
Also, I've seen up there something more interesting than that ...
"Later, being a man, I returned to those places, and I stopped at a small ranch, almost immediately below the stone.
From the corridor of the cabin owner, perfectly it distinguished the huge boulder.
Naturally, the conversation turned on the accident of the hill.
No one had been up to him, so craggy terrain, and no one really knew what it was or what was in it.
He was among those accompanying the owner, an individual quite interesting.
It was an old Indian, illustrated, shyster, business and something poet.
We amused while with its picturesque talks with the recitation of his humorous poems.
But to get to the matter of the stone, he took seriously, and said: 'You think all you want; but that stone is haunted.
There are no locked great treasures dating from the time before the Christian era.
That stone is no more than a temple, perhaps an Indian pagoda, whose doors are closed to us mortals and sinners.
But one day in open and the sound of prayer is heard.
I saw the smoke of incense rising in the morning, very white and subtle ...
Also, I've seen up there something more interesting than that ...
This man, the owner told me, he spends hours watching stone dead.
'What have you seen.?
I asked, feeling a little chopped my curiosity.
Well I've seen a woman dressed in white and with a miter on his head, reach that peak right.
It seems to me that is a priestess.
And it stays there often until the sun sets.
When do you believe that, you've been under the influence of alcohol, we found the owner.
Nothing cocktail: in my full trial.
And most remarkable is that beckons me.
We laughed heartily.
But the shyster is pissed.
'You are not able to understand, he told us solemnly, the sublimity of the stone and the great mystery it contains.
IV.
Years passed.
And one day told me: Do you know why he got rich the owner of the hacienda Platanarillo? I replied that I did not.
-The Owner of that property, located, as you know, to turn the hill Juluapan in San Palmar Glen River, was once a poor school teacher.
His mother had once done a great favor to a bandit of those operating in the boundaries of Jalisco and Colima; I think he cured a severe wound he had received in one of his many forays.
But who walks in danger, in the perishes, as the fable, one night, almost dying, rode up to the hut of the lady he says.
Realizing that he was dying, he revealed the existence of a treasure in stone Juluapan.
It is not known if the treasure was a product of his thefts or other origin, because it must be said that the bandit was such a perfect knowledge of the hill and every corner.
The bandit died.
And the son of the lady, following the directions of the deceased, found the treasure in a cave stone Juluapan.
He left the master and bought the property.
V.
"That stone remarkable sight.
It would be a good monument to save the tomb of a king of the country so powerful and wonderful as you.
"But the stone has remained the center of fantastic beliefs.
The saying of shyster had, it seems, almost the complete check.
The relationship is great.
And even they cite names.
The relationship goes back to very old times; a century before Christ.
There is talk of a Mexican king named Ix, Aztec name means Ojo, who ruled the ancient kingdom of Colimán.
It was powerful king who exercised complete control over a rich and vast country.
Its capital was bright and beautiful city, full of magnificent palaces and sumptuous temples, surrounded by high walls with hanging gardens of Babylon like.
The court of this king was luxurious, and the courts of the East.
Ix fame and his people came to remote Asian lands, which is not difficult to understand if one considers that at that time the Celestial Empire fleets frequently crossed the vast regions of the Great Ocean and came to American shores , to trade and sometimes to war.
Well, in a day that remote age, reached Xaláhuac (today Salagua), harbor located at an angle of Manzanillo Bay and later served as a shipyard Hernan Cortes and other Spanish explorers, a flotilla that came a Chinese hero of very high rank.
His name was Wang Wei.
Ix knowing the presence of the noble character on the shores of their dominions, he came to welcome and provide hospitality due to his court.
Chinese tycoon accepted the invitation with pleasure, and was treated at Colimán all considerations relevant to its exquisite range.
Leaving a day trip, Wang Wei looked at the hill of Xoloapan (Juluapan), fixing his eyes on the big rock that from one point of her skirt stood out awesome.
What is that? He asked Ix.
Is it a temple? Is it a tomb? 'It's not any of those things, the king said.
But your questions are indicating to me that may well be, that you see, one of two things, or both at once.
It is a stone that has existed since the world was born.
My earliest ancestors ever saw there.
I 'Have you thought about death, Ix friend? I'm too young to think about it.
'Death is not peculiar to the old: also threatens youth and even children.
I ask this because I have an idea that stone remarkable sight.
It would be a good monument to save the tomb of a king of the country so powerful and wonderful as you.
After a few days of pleasant stay in Colimán, Wang Wei returned to their ships.
Before leaving, he brought his flagship a delicious gift, consisting of jewelry abounded East in pearls and diamonds, and handed it to Ix with friendly words.
Ix that this corresponded to another country jewelry and gift beautiful ten slaves.
It was the only time that Ix and Wang Wei were: their mutual friendship was fortified with new interviews over the years.
Wang Wei, as Grand Admiral of the Celestial Empire, ran his powerful fleet and the Great Ocean like to visit from time to time his friend Ix.
This must have taken into account the suggestion on the grave, for tradition expressed rather authentic documents, that when he died his body was embalmed and then buried in a magnificent tomb cut in the rock Juluapan.
In the burial chamber, which was large and sumptuous, they caught many objects belonging to the king, together with great treasures, including Oriental jewelry gifts to give him his friend had.
-What is that? She asked the waiter.
It's the stone Juluapan.
What has been known is how all this? It is said that in a museum in Europe, the Count of San Dionisio found a tombstone engraved with Chinese characters, which, after serious studies that lasted for months, found the grave news of Ix and the interview that this king had with Wang Wei, Chinese admiral.
From the tomb was said at the tombstone was marked by a large stone
Colimán northwest, on the hill of Xoloapan.
In addition, there was talk of a rich crypt, rich galleries and magnificent treasures.
But the signs of the grave situation resembled the discoverer and decipherer of the extremely vague tombstone.
A rock northwest of Colima and on a hill.
There are so many rocks northwest of a place, that judged impossible to identify the place where Ix had been buried with their treasures.
In addition, the old Colimán disappeared many centuries ago, and the current Colima does not take the place of the old court of kings colimotes.
And the Count of San Dionisio finally give no practical importance to his discovery.
But the return to Europe of a trip he took to Peru, decided to visit our country pass, landing at Manzanillo and was forced to stop for a few hours in Colima.
It happened by looking out a window of the hotel where he was staying, his eyesight was immediately drawn to the large stone Juluapan that stood out dark indigo imposing on the famous mountain.
-What is that? She asked the waiter.
It's the stone Juluapan.
A ray of light entered his brain.
Vínole the memory of the stone and carved in Chinese characters version.
"Maybe Juluapan and Xoloapan are the same thing.
Perhaps the tombstone that record sent judged useless to precise signs of the grave, as the stone is one of those things that attract attention course alone. "
The rock also was northwest of Colima.
And the Count died with the smile and look of the soul fixed on the upright stone Juluapan ...
After serious reflection, he was fully convinced that this was the stone that spoke Chinese relationship.
Consequently, he went incognito to the legendary hill; and there, aided by some Indians, he made careful explorations in stone around it.
The Indians believed that the foreigner did everything out of curiosity.
But the result was completely satisfactory: the French count found the crypt where the mummy reposed Ix.
Three adjacent galleries and communicated with the royal chamber, were materially filled with art objects and valuable.
The mummy had many delicious pearl necklaces; and beside him on the sarcophagus itself had several well preserved codices.
In one of them he was, along with the Aztec hieroglyphics, Chinese characters, as a translation.
I read them, learned of Wang Wei and his friendship with Ix, as already stated.
The other codices spoke of temples, tombs and buried underground cities; but with precise signs, under the ruins of which certifies the existence of archaeological treasures of great value.
Not to be suspect, from the Tomb of Ix only it took the most easily transportable wealth, and returned to his homeland, France, where he made some of the rare specimens collected, obtaining soon a fortune of 20 million francs.
He enjoyed his wealth for several years, always with the hope of Juluapan.
But feeling seriously ill and anticipating your next order, she bequeathed the Codex of the interview with the Academy of Sciences, in order to not lose the world the news of Ix and its legendary tomb.
The other codices, by the revelation that make untold riches, donated them to a nephew, heir to the peerage.
And the Count died with the smile and look of the soul fixed on the upright stone Juluapan ...
King Ix bright Oh, you thought your sleep quietly under egregious colossal rock tomb, where they can only nesting eagles! Quieran yours gods of your ancestors and anyone else from entering your sacred mansion to disturb your sleep great king !.