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Perhaps I was too prideful after Colop told me that they needed my help to discover the key to the fifth world so that we may become one with the People of the Stars. He told me the path to the stars was still clouded, and only I could unlock the secrets of the ancient scroll. I had to help him complete his journey.

He is the only one who can hear the Music of the Spheres, but it is not enough. He must also be able to hear the Song of the Stars.

It has been two summers since I spoke with Colop last, but I have worked very hard to translate the scroll for him.

They sent translators to help me when I refused to let them take the scroll away, but since they came to our village, they have been more than useless. They try to find English words to match the ancient Mayan symbols, and they do not listen when I tell them they are traveling down the wrong path.

I told them Colop should be here to learn the story, but they say it is impossible; they will send him images and recordings instead. They do not understand that their machine will only strip the meaning from my story, and so I declined their offer.

Frustrated with me, they took images of the scroll and sent them back to their labs; they used microscopes and chemicals to tell them if the secret was in the paper; they entered the Mayan symbols and pictograms into their computers.

Afraid of damage to the sacred scroll, the translators encased it in a plastic cover for me; for this contribution I am pleased, and I have hung it on the wall in my home.

All their efforts produced nothing more than gibberish, however. After a time, their irritation led them to threats, and then bribes, and then to more threats.

When they demanded to know if I am keeping the secret from them, I told them I have nothing to hide. I can only tell them what my grandfather said to me: true understanding lay not with the story, but in the telling of the story. I offer to tell them the story again, but I don’t think they are capable of listening.

One week ago, my grandson, who has also been frustrated with me for a long time, asked me to tell him the story one more time. I had hoped that my telling would give him understanding, but he ran from my house before I finished the Song.

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