By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
“In her mind, the memory would be like a dagger in the soul”The messenger
She had saved her from certain death, while she gave her a difficult task, nothing was certain, absolutely nothing; she sensed Ocelotl’s stalking gaze behind her, but the feline did not approach her, cautiously following her from a distance.
She recalled what she was told in the previous interview when she was chosen to give herself to the woman who saw Ometeotl as the ruler of the whole:
<If perhaps your intuition resides in the material, you must accept the transfer of souls, in this way you will realize that nothing is eternal and only in that way you leave the task to others. But if you are willing to accept everything that comes your way and follow the path of Painani, the goal and the glory must be yours>
However, she did not see the glory, she felt hunger and fatigue, thirst and fear of being stalked by beasts that did not have the watchdog talent of Ocelotl, of men with rapacious lust who wanted to take possession of her.
But she was trained to run with the agility of date, of a bird that gets lost in the paths of the fields and skilfully surrounds lakes and valleys, her life depended largely on speed to meet the daily challenge and up to date. next, same.
Now it was enough to be prudent and follow Citlali who shines on high and has to hide when Huitzilopochtli reigns the firmament again, he will soon tear again the white subtlety of Coyolxauhqui, in a few days she will look shattered at the top, she will take time to recover, but she always succeeds and returns to her reigning position and with that winning shine.
She looked up in the sky and exclaimed:
Lady of the night skies gives me your energy and strength I surrender and trust in you, give me strength to face the God whose fire will temper my spirit and bend my strength, I must be reborn just like you with all the strength to fulfil my destiny.
A long journey awaited the woman with the winged feet, she was not broken, she was still grateful that she was not the maiden that in a few days they will deliver to the temple of sacrifices, where the Sun God will claim her blood.
Author’s note, reference to the link: It was the first divine manifestation that gave rise to everything. In the native Mexican language, the word “God” does not exist as such. But in their language, the word “Ometeotl” encompasses the creator of everything, the beginning, the only one. As in everything we see there are these positive and negative particles, likewise in everything we have contact with and within us.