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CHAPTER 1
INSPIRATION
Where am I?
How did I get here?
I hear strange sounds.
I see baffling things.
I smell interesting fragrances.
The climate is warm, the birds are chirping, the crickets are cricketing.
I must be dreaming…but, no this is some kind of nebulous reality.
I had a dream and somehow I cannot escape it, I am in this twilight of consciousness and it has me in its clutches and
reality is in an out of body time warp.
Where does this fit into the tangled web of history and time?
Who is still here and who has slipped beneath the silent seas of time?
In some twilight of dream and reality it becomes a soul searching quest to put down an anchor in this stratospheric
space of empty void and clutch a point of reference.
Past history all flows by like a mingled mass where differentiating between 2 years and two thousand years slip into a
foggy blur that this dreaming mind finds hard to systematize and put into order.
In this space beyond space, I am a part of it all.
In my hammock while swinging in a summer breeze luxuriating in a peaceful repose, my mind glimpses a strange and
interesting coincidence that startles me with its incredible connection to two places of my very own life that have been
linked for centuries:
These ironic links are to our new home here in Mérida, Yucatán, Mexico and our previous domicile of St. Augustine,
Florida, which were both founded, settled and occupied by the world conquering Spanish conquistadors.
The Spanish influence and the history that made these places they visited forever altered left behind a legacy and
descendants still carrying on their family names to this very day.
The first of the rogues to arrive:
Don Juan Poncé de Leon who landed in Florida and Mexico left in those distinctively different places distinguished
descendents carrying on his family name that we have come to know personally.
Ponce de León survived his return trip from Florida back to Puerto Rico, where he was governor and there promptly
croaked from his everlasting eternal prize...a gift in the form of an arrow planted in his chest from the very Indians he
had set out to plunder and conquer.
(The latitude of St. Augustine at approximately 30? north was sailed directly from the Spanish Canary Islands by Don
Pedro Menendez de Aviles in his 1565 voyage of settlement.)
The fundamental question has to be; upon what prior knowledge could Menendez have possibly struck off to St.
Augustine harbor all the way across the Atlantic Ocean. The answer has to be; information from the log book of Ponce
de Leon’s earlier voyage of discovery.
Don Pedro Menendez de Aviles first came to Yucatan in 1517 along with Francisco de Cordoba. Menendez later
landed in Florida August 28, 1565 disembarking his ship Pearl, and founded the city of Spanish St. Augustine.
The centuries have parted but these forever haunted legacies of times gone by still ghost through their worldly links to
the past.
Peaceful places have no history; and little St. Augustine has had a colossal quantity and continuous
preponderance of historical events disproportionate to its small size and its seemingly irrelevant
geographical location.
Man’s imprint leaves little to tell the story of the centuries of blood, violence and turmoil that laid the
foundation for the motley mixed and muddled world of today.
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CHAPTER 1
INSPIRATION
Where am I?
How did I get here?
I hear strange sounds.
I see baffling things.
I smell interesting fragrances.
The climate is warm, the birds are chirping, the crickets are cricketing.
I must be dreaming…but, no this is some kind of nebulous reality.
I had a dream and somehow I cannot escape it, I am in this twilight of consciousness and it has me in its clutches and
reality is in an out of body time warp.
Where does this fit into the tangled web of history and time?
Who is still here and who has slipped beneath the silent seas of time?
In some twilight of dream and reality it becomes a soul searching quest to put down an anchor in this stratospheric
space of empty void and clutch a point of reference.
Past history all flows by like a mingled mass where differentiating between 2 years and two thousand years slip into a
foggy blur that this dreaming mind finds hard to systematize and put into order.
In this space beyond space, I am a part of it all.
In my hammock while swinging in a summer breeze luxuriating in a peaceful repose, my mind glimpses a strange and
interesting coincidence that startles me with its incredible connection to two places of my very own life that have been
linked for centuries:
These ironic links are to our new home here in Mérida, Yucatán, Mexico and our previous domicile of St. Augustine,
Florida, which were both founded, settled and occupied by the world conquering Spanish conquistadors.
The Spanish influence and the history that made these places they visited forever altered left behind a legacy and
descendants still carrying on their family names to this very day.
The first of the rogues to arrive:
Don Juan Poncé de Leon who landed in Florida and Mexico left in those distinctively different places distinguished
descendents carrying on his family name that we have come to know personally.
Ponce de León survived his return trip from Florida back to Puerto Rico, where he was governor and there promptly
croaked from his everlasting eternal prize...a gift in the form of an arrow planted in his chest from the very Indians he
had set out to plunder and conquer.
(The latitude of St. Augustine at approximately 30? north was sailed directly from the Spanish Canary Islands by Don
Pedro Menendez de Aviles in his 1565 voyage of settlement.)
The fundamental question has to be; upon what prior knowledge could Menendez have possibly struck off to St.
Augustine harbor all the way across the Atlantic Ocean. The answer has to be; information from the log book of Ponce
de Leon’s earlier voyage of discovery.
Don Pedro Menendez de Aviles first came to Yucatan in 1517 along with Francisco de Cordoba. Menendez later
landed in Florida August 28, 1565 disembarking his ship Pearl, and founded the city of Spanish St. Augustine.
The centuries have parted but these forever haunted legacies of times gone by still ghost through their worldly links to
the past.
Peaceful places have no history; and little St. Augustine has had a colossal quantity and continuous
preponderance of historical events disproportionate to its small size and its seemingly irrelevant
geographical location.
Man’s imprint leaves little to tell the story of the centuries of blood, violence and turmoil that laid the
foundation for the motley mixed and muddled world of today.
go to chapter 2
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| TRAVELS OF DURSMIRG VOLUME IV THE ROGUES OF ST. AUGUSTINE AND OTHER SOCIAL MISFITS |
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