If we should play with number 72 and a possible Moon calendar on Easter Island, then one approach would be to use 177 (= 6 * 29½) as a beginning. 177 + 72 = 249. I have argued for March 13 (8 days before the March equinox and day 72 in the Gregorian calendar) as a suitable place for the first 'child of Nut'. South of the equator we maybe should count not days from January 1 but nights from a date ca half a year later:
September 6 (249) has March 8 (67) as its 'antipode', 249 - 67 = 182 (= 364 / 2), and there are not 8 but 16 nights to the equinox:
Gregorian day 172 is the June solstice, found by adding 100 days to March 13 (72). And we will reach the end of the Gregorian year by adding 100 days to the September equinox. December 31 (365) = September 22 (265) + 100. The superstitious fear of odd numbers by the East Islanders, was possibly related to the necessity to count twice 8 nights in order to reach spring equinox. Or maybe because Moon months had to be counted twice: ... When I asked if I could bring one of the archaeologists along on the promised visit to his cave, Atan Atan was at first reluctant, but on second thought he found that this could do no harm since the cave was now mine and would be emptied anyhow. The objects, however, were to be taken directly on board the ship and not shown to anyone before we left the island. Whatever was said and done afterwards would not matter to him, he added. The stone skull with the peculiar pits on top brought to mind a small and crude stone cranium already found archaeologically behind the Vinapu temple plaza on the south side of the island, and a second examination of this piece showed much to our surprise that here also two deep pits had been carved on the forehead, asymmetrically on each side of the sagittalis ... Ferdon ... who conducted personal interrogations among the Easter Islanders in his own work team at Orongo, and who was to participate in the opening of Atan Atan's cave, wrote: 'I later learned from quite a different source that such depressions were for placing ground human bone to create maximum power for this key, or guardian stone.' Obviously, this was not an idea originating with Atan Atan and his cave. On March 18, the day preceding the nocturnal cave visit, I attended an Easter Island wedding in Hangaroa village. During the outdoor feast that followed I was approached by old Victoria Atan, Tahutahu, who grabbed my hand with both of hers and clung on to me, asking me with a friendly but most intense look to bring 'good luck' for herself and her family. It was not then quite clear what she meant, but next day it became evident as two of her nephews performed a rather ludicrous and bizarre rite made up for the occasion in the mess tent of our camp. Atan Atan and his brother Esteban had asked if they could come to us for a Norwegian meal for 'good luck'. They explained that later that night we were to eat from their own umu takapu, or ceremonial earth oven, which their aunt Tahutahu was to prepare in the neighborhood of the cave. Esteban Atan was brought along, said Atan, to make up an even number since I had asked to bring along my companion, Ferdon. An uneven number caused 'bad luck'. When I next asked for the participation even of the expedition photographer ... Atan Atan once more felt ill at ease, until again he made our number even: instead of sending away his brother he insisted that his brother's best friend, Henrique Teao, be brought with us also. The senior brother, Pedro Atan, was ill with influenza, but Henrique Teao was just then bringing along logs to our camp to serve as skids, as the group that had formerly erected the statue were now to reveal how these stone giants were transported. Henrique, who later drowned at sea with his friend Esteban Atan when they tried to escape from the island, had just then started to bring me secret sculptures, and it is not unlikely that the two Atan brothers were aware of the fact. Our Easter Island maid was relieved for the occasion by the ship's steward as our select little group sat down to a Scandinavian smörgaasbord and whispered about our secrets. The three islanders first made the sign of the cross and murmured a little grace, whereupon Atan Atan looked up and explained as if almost embarrassed, that this was otra cosa parte, 'something apart' from what was to follow. From then on all conversation continued in a hoarse whisper, and a special phrase composed in Rapanui by Atan Atan was to be repeatedly whispered by each of us as if to convince ourselves, if not the invisible aku-aku, that we were all related 'Long-ears' eating of a Norwegian curanto. As night fell, Atan Atan became visibly grave and solemn. When the six of us climbed into the expedition jeep to cross the island, beads of perspiration appeared on his face, and he repeatedly had to wipe them away although Ferdon and I, observing his emotions closely, agreed that the night air was anything but warm. By way of camouflage we filled the back of the jeep with bundles of washing to be delivered at the Vaitea sheep ranch, and further on near Hangaroa village we stole away from the jeep on foot. We left Henrique behind as a guard while we climbed a wall to cross a stony field that took us towards the part of the scattered village area where Esteban Atan lived. Atan Atan was now almost hysterical. He was terrified that someone might stumble and hurt himself and stated repeatedly that this would mean 'bad luck' for the enterprise. Frequently he reiterated that he was convinced we should have 'good luck' because he had always been kind to others so that his aku-aku was satisfied and no one had yet hurt himself on his land. Nevertheless he was visibly worried about the photographer, who was not a young man. He grabbed his arm and almost dragged him along. The photographer hung awkwardly onto Atan's shoulder as they both struggled to keep their balance across the boulder-strewn fields ... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
