My other main project when in St. Louis was to go to a historical site near Collinsville, IL, only about 8 miles from E. St. L. In the past ten years or so, I have studied books and articles written by anthropologists and spiritual warfare ministers focused on the Cahokian area. For a few years I have wanted to see it and hoped I would be with a spiritual partner who would walk through it with me. However, even though I finally was able to enter that zone, the timing to have someone with me didn't work out. I walked through it alone, spiritually speaking.
Its history is controversial, to say the least. The authors had indicated the civilization came from South or Central America, Egypt, or Phoenicia, based on their life patterns and gods.
More than a thousand years ago this civilization hit there and continued growing. Its reputation? Respect and amazement. Why? For hundreds of years, they focused on peace and poured forth adoration for their sun god and its Cahokian sun-representative leader. The worship of the sun god was kept in power by human sacrifice. Some of the mounds have bones that indicate sacrificial bodies, frequently young women.
For an unknown reason, the area began to break in the
A.D. 1200 - 1400 range. The people spread out to various locations in our nation, especially what we refer to now as our central states.
One reason I've been wanting to see this and follow through is because Cahokians came through our Omaha area on the Missouri River about 1,000 years ago, continuing their sun worship and human sacrifice. Because one of my ministries sees historic actions as possible good or evil spiritual influences and consequences during our present day, I am very intensely focused on how revelation takes place.
I was amazed at the Cahokia Mounds State Historic Site. It was filled with "people, places, and things." Murals, assumptive-style huts, market places, burials, and the main temple.
After wandering through the building, reading the wall posts, talking to the workers, watching the teaching film, meeting a writer at the info post [and buying his book], I gained a wide variety of insight. I could tell, if nothing else, the viewpoint was filled with opinions. After all, none of us lived there when this took place.
I went across the road to what is called Monks Mound. [For a few years--1809 to 1813-- French Trappist Monks lived on this mound and had many plans for the future, but malaria and other diseases forced them to abandon it.] It was quite a climb and walk-around time. I was blessed to worship the Lord as I read more details, took photos, saw the distant views of burial mounds. Someone offered to take a photo of me. The St. Louis Gateway Arch is on my shoulder and a pile of miles in the distance.
Now I know more and more. And I know, again, I was in the right place at the right time. I felt very strongly that, as I worshiped and praised our Lord while walking up the sun god temple mound, and around the large upper surface, down the stairs to the pathway to my car, I couldn't have done anything better. I left contently, pleased.
Again, Right Place, Right Time.
[I realize this spiritual view is controversial. All I can say is that it's a "God-job" of mine, and when I'm before my Lord in heaven, He'll tell me whether I heard Him correctly or not... but He's the forgiver and the Only One I can truly trust.]