Short Story by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
“How distant is the horizon where your dreams rest?The Messenger
Decide nothing and choose nothing, do not reveal your sleepless hours on the wrong path. Thinking thoroughly is a slow process and we cannot immediately see the big picture; be laborious and leave intuition to the background at uncertain times. Now I withdraw and go to the symbols.
Painani looked at her with astonished eyes but could not see those of the lady that remained bandaged.
- Okay, I’ll retire and start the journey …
Painani stands on the threshold of the temple, she is waiting for an answer from Tlatoani or waits that she would remove her blindfold.
- Go ahead, go ahead, you will not see my eyes this time, I must retain your essence and if I observe you it will not be possible! Remember everything we talked about, let the immense light of Coyolxauhqui be your guide.
The woman with agile feet retired under the immense moon that shone lighting her path, to lose herself on the horizon, her heart beating with fear and excitement at the same time.
The solitude of Tlatoani
The woman took a robust reed in her hands and walked to the upper esplanade of the temple to speak with the goddess Coyolxauhqui:
- Beloved lady moon who shines, and integrates into the firm sky of stars, before facing the battle with the warrior daytime, tell me if I should know some new sign in the sky?
That said, the woman from the temple of the Moon offered up a green reed, robust and at the same time tender, her long hair with shades of obsidian and silver lifted with the force of the wind that invaded that space lost in the immensity of time and of which we only know traces.
The junk bent giving its signal and alert in this way, the woman knew what all this meant, but there were mysteries that would be revealed later:
- Lady, Coyolxauhqui, I understand that I must not only be vigilant of the North and the South but a water symbol also that challenges my imagination.
Tlatoani, watchwoman of the lunar temple closed her eyes and traveled with her essence towards the East, she arrived at the place where the salty waters gently and whisper the limits of the land of subtle sands and snails. She penetrated the skin of the thickly blue-hued water. She only observed the sea beasts that appeared in leaps to welcome her imperturbable and traveling soul and said to herself:
<Perhaps what I do not know will be impossible for me to perceive, perhaps it is not his time yet, I only understand that I must maintain myself. alert to this omen>
Each one has a task to fulfill, be it mystical or part of an adventure to find the best that life can offer us, if your rod bends, analyze its message and do not hesitate, do not shake your hand; just let yourself be carried away by what you feel.
Drawing of the Goddess Coyolxauhqui from Engineer Juan Carlos Estudillo’s Blog
Note from the author, it definitely alludes also to the water rune «Laguz» in German, the body of water, Anglo-Saxon, «Lagu», seawater.