“You know it, you have recognized it a long time ago; blood is a vital power, your footprint and your root have been nourished by it “The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Erandi looked up at the sky and exclaimed:
<There are no eternal truths, just as the sky never shows the same stars, you can’t think either that everything is as it is and will be. Let the stars light up and my step be safe when passing through where lives Coyotl, he watches and stalks! Not everything I can have, but what I am is important to me to move forward, in my mind lives the spell of the being that trusts me, from his soul to mine there is a threshold that it is possible to connect with just wanting it.>
On that occasion when she met who he loved learned that if someone marks your soul with a beam of light, you will always know it, it will be indelible and part of your creative challenges, their lives were not easy, she was criticized by the group that knew them, the freedom that Erandi had It was not what was expected of a temple priestess, but she ignored most of the time when she needed to have extra time for her affairs.
Obedience was not one of the most notable traits it was conspicuous by its absence, otherwise, it would not have rescued the lives of many women destined for early death.
Night fell in Aztec lands, on its borders Erandi’s cautious step listened to the song of insects, chapoltin they orchestrated a beautiful and rhythmic symphony that enlivened the night and Erandi’s journey.
Coyotl could be a nahual and in the same way, she would know it, but we did not have to rely on information that is not shown in front of us and it is important to decide in time when intuiting what cannot be clearly understood; caution is an extra defense that it was necessary to know how to use.
She thought of Painani and her passage through unknown directions where life would have the light of the Sun giving new and different signals at all times. By chance of fate now both were alone on different paths and with new tasks to complete at the time.
For the man who traveled from south to north, the wind imposed a challenge, it poured and the icy humidity began to be more raw and difficult to face, a group offered him shelter and a blanket that became his refuge in the middle of the most inhospitable places, for that same blanket he had to fight with someone who showed a sharp tool and had it not been for his skill, without any weapon, he would not have been able to move on. He would remember with pain that sinister passage for a long time where some would offer him shelter and others would kill to snatch him away.
That man whose name we still do not know, needed little to continues his path making use of his own strength in the middle of the road and resisting what for others would have been impossible, the distance would show opportunities to stick his dagger and forget the trip, but the trip was what sustained his hope and in him was entrusted all his destiny. Now he possessed that weapon of the attacker and it would be of some use, not to kill a fellow man, perhaps a being that would provide him with food.
When you achieve in your life a motivation that shows you the way, it will become your hope and goal in all the space you step on, and perhaps the glory that will decorate your future days. May the journey then be what nurtures the life of each of the characters in this story.
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