What has become of magic, history, and its beliefs?

The beginnings 

The Bridge, Second Chapter

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Ana Perez Riv, with her characteristic hospitality, showed signs of being an excellent hostess, by leaving each of her guests in their rooms, she retired to her bedroom with her soul squeezed and analyzing each part of the journey that we as humans have traveled.

She remembered the blood of human sacrifices in her ancestral town, living offerings to the gods to silence his voracious instincts, hangings as offerings to Odin  that were part of the ancestral culture of his dear friend and colleague Zila. That slow process had to be wrapped in beliefs and dogmas for people to understand a type of morality they were not used to.

She contemplates in the distance the journey that differentiated them from the Eggyans, was not something fair and not plausible, but they were involved in the urgent need to sacrifice, so to speak, their inhabitants to save themselves from chaos. Ana thought that perhaps looking at the distance her ancestors also thought the same way that the world would end if these offerings were not made and she felt confused. 

Then she exclaimed to herself:

<If the errors, the haste, the ignorance that comes our way along the way could have a point of comparison that will help us to reflect, perhaps everything would be different; But no one comes from the future and tells you that they have already lived this and that it is time to meditate on the path they have traveled, until now.>

In another of the rooms where Zila and her beloved Citlali were, they had not been tired either, Their heads pondered what they had heard from the Eggyans and Zila hugged her pregnant wife’s body tightly and thought to himself with tears in his eyes:

<I don’t know what I would do if I lost the opportunity to see my baby grow up! lose the light of my eyes! >

Citlali asked him:

– Love, did none of them know that amber body would remain to form a shield for future generations, their dispersion will have been cohesive by some Drieden in particular?

Zila caressed the body of her beloved Citlali and said tenderly:

– Love, you are very insightful, perhaps the idea came from the ascended masters, the army of crimson ether, the tone of the philosopher’s stone for centuries that commands an extraordinary unity strength; sometimes I wonder if the proper name is the celestial army since they are in charge of star defense operations; Well perhaps the Eggyans have found a name whose connotations do not describe a war body.

Citlali argued delicately:

– Perhaps my beloved the symbolism of the defense army is that, but without a doubt, I am curious if magical thinking in this sense influenced the amberins, good question, doesn’t it?

In another of the rooms where Yilia and Taige were, of course, the conversations were part of the vigil, for them, it was much easier to stay awake, one part of their brain could sleep, while the other worked and divided the tasks of a very dynamic way.

Yilia argued that the work of the dendrites was very exhausting but efficient, managing to find the right terms to express them, however, he admitted something that pleasantly surprised Taige:

– My beloved, if it weren’t for Professor Zila, I think the search for adequate terminology would be costing me a lot of work, he is very receptive, it surprises me how by mere intuition he realized that Zila cannot recognize us as individual bodies, it gave me the impression that he managed to perceive us and I like his attitude a lot.

For his part, Taige pointed out:

– His daughter is very receptive, also;  I am amused that at the mother’s request they have not disclosed the girl’s gender, but her husband Zila has known it for a long time and remains silent to consent his wife, he seems so detailed to me.

I find it extraordinary, their tenacity to train normal beings to learn to grasp the world around them from a vision that resembles what they call mystical leaders; It is something that we did not do, if it weren´t for the insertion of dendrites in normal bodies, we would not have been able to reach this site.

I still wonder if all those who sacrificed their lives to help us, had they been trained, we would have saved them; learning from others what we could be done creates a kind of guilty on me for not having thought about it before.

Yilia looked at her tenderly and answered resolutely and staring at her:

– You have the answer within you, not everything was training, but also the ability to form an indissoluble team that was willing to cooperate and provide us with the appropriate tools to get ahead.

We return to Ana’s room, who keeps her gaze fixed on the starry sky from the window of her bedroom and very quietly says to herself:

The ancient Mexica city of Tenochtitlan witnessed the sacrifice of dozens of people and the subsequent placement of their skulls on a shelf as a gift to the deities.

<Macuilcalli, Tzompantli … The river of blood that gave vitality to Tlatoani, the blood and heart offered they were never understood by priests, today their meaning changes perspective, liberates humanity from dogma, and links unknown worlds.

We cannot look at the road traveled with different eyes, we had to go through hell to understand the difference between it and heaven; my world is not from the divine heaven nor the cursed hell, it is the song of the hummingbird that in rapid fluttering realizes that the causes precede effects and never in the opposite way.>

Ana suddenly understood that the course of humanity had come to a turning point where we can advance with certainty, it would possibly be easier:

<Looking back the paths we have traveled will never be the same and all love or hate becomes distance, turns to dust.>

Book reference: John Haywood’s Men from the North, introduction subtitle: The Viking Worldview, p. 23 Editorial Paidós translated version by Francisco Garcia Lorenzana.

Tzompantli photo

Por Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Escribir es una de las actividades creativas más fascinantes que existe, indagar lo caminos de diferentes versiones, encontrar motivos para acrecentar el cauce de un relato y motivar a la lectura, es agradable para todo el que escribe

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