“When you realize that your world has been put in the hands of others, two things can happen: You give your advice or you impose it, but be careful especially if the decision does not depend on what you say, but from that which obeys to a force greater than you.”The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Painani came to a village where people needed to make decisions to choose whether to rebuild the temple or build another one, as when she arrived she presented herself as a person who had travelled empires and villages, the concerned residents ask her to know what was best for them since she had experience in how others had done it.
The first question she asked them was:
-To make decisions, have you asked for advice at other times from outsiders?
One of the men who were in the meeting pointed out:
-No, never but now we have the opportunity to decide and when people see the new temple we can say that there was someone who told us about how original ours is because it cannot be compared with any other.
Painani with great curiosity asked him:
-For whom is the temple that has fallen?
-It is to praise the Sun, answered a person from the group
The woman with the strength of Paynal who for many was none other than the Messenger of Huitzilopochtli, he could not talk to him about his deities, but respect theirs, then he answered categorically:
-No, I am the one who must decide. It is the deity that has the floor.
-Painani, but the sun does not speak, we must decide for him.
The woman with the agile feet stared at the people of that town and again answered:
-You owe yourself to the deity and you respond to it.
Then the oldest man of the place approached and offered her beautiful planted red leaves and invited her to accompany them at dawn, waiting for the moment when the deity would appear in the East, to whom they will offer a special celebration.
Grateful they recognized in the woman with the agile feet that her knowledge of what it should be and filled them with joy, all of them gave her special treatment and for them, it was clear that the celebration would make the sun speak.
When the sun appeared on the horizon, the inhabitants of that small village understood that the Sun pointed out especially the place where the temple should be built, later it indicated the materials that should be used and at the end expressed the size and dimensions should occupy, a sanctuary where they celebrated their bounties.
Grateful they prepared food and a gourd of fresh water, for the lady who helped them decide the location of the tempo, grateful Painani told them:
-The sun is my deity and I owe it to him to go in search of the place where it is born in the South and today have I learned that my passage through this place has allowed me to give voice to another horizon whom I call Huitzilopochtli, represented under the fifth sun with the face of Tonatiuh; May you be the settlers who invoke and respect you today and on your terms.
Painani would gather her instruments and head towards a new space where life will give her a new experience to treasure and share.
Never let others see you as a being that imposes itself, their reasons for living or deciding their lives in certain terms are not yours and never will be. But each of them has to teach you something that will nurture both.
Photograph of Dra. Nissem Abdeljelil “the Plant and the dew”