“There are stories we tell to pain, that which is real and objective, but also another that we are not able to recognize until time reveals or unfreeze”The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Hora met a group of people who told him how far north he really was from what he had imagined, he knew that others talk about what they know and also about everything they invent to distract you.
There were 17 between men, women and children, all of them very close, when they saw him next to his dog Duplo and a tin saucepan that hung from his side, they understood that he was not someone to fear and they invited him to their campfire.
One of the older men explained that they were going south because the farmlands were being occupied by people from other places and they needed to find better spaces where people did not impose rules that they did not understand.
Hora did not understand almost anything their language and his were not the same, so he set about the task of doing what he had seen in his dreams, explaining himself with a stick to tell them his story:
In this way with the help of a Rod was able to explain to them the power of the lightning and at the same time the secret message that the Comet had given him and the causes that were important to him when following the path that the sky had pointed out to him.
Those gathered to listen to him, very surprised, followed each of his gestures, his mimicry was funny and Duplo’s barking was also celebrated by that group.
One of them was encouraged to share his ideas and concerns with him in the same way, since they understood that his system for dialogue with the rod and the body was the most interesting.
Hora managed to understand what he imagined, and could then describe it like this:
New beginnings, ambition and energy always go together, everyone in their coexistence had achieved a full but abrupt life with efforts, obstacles and difficulties. Some of them had been accused and mistreated, having given everything they had, now their future was becoming uncertain and all of them wanted to receive the courage to face what would be presented to them along the way.
Having said this, the emissary of the Lightning took his rod and summoned the forces of his power to benefit the path of each of the men, women and children who, like him, undertook a hazardous path full of dangers towards a new and strange direction.
Each of them was touched by his rod and from that moment the man we all know as Hora was distinguished from among the others as the giver of the Ray and prophet of the lost valley.
How many more valleys would one have to abandon out of necessity, out of aggression, out of heartbreak? We do not know, what is certain is that the man we call Hora was a sower who, in every place that he did not tread again, left a seed whose ingenuity to strengthen himself would give something to talk about. Among all those seeds, in his motherland, grew a splendid rose bush, whose magic spread greatly, even though he was not aware of the power it had and what it was capable of for a long time.
But remember that many memories are relived thanks to smell and this is part of a story apart from the one they will know at the time, it is still too early to tell.
When you think that your life is useless and that you are not living what you deserve, just remember smells, remember faces and with them the exchanges you had, analyze it.
Drawing of the author “The teaching of the prophet”