«In your plans is to move forward, accompany each of your loved ones on the adventure, life has its own dynamics and can surprise you when you least expect it»The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
After a few nights and after Diego told his travelling companions what happened, when night came they looked at each other with a mischievous smile as if waiting to recognize the one who was playing his turn with the deity of the river and thus know what she had to tell them.
So far, Dayami’s breath filled them with enthusiasm and it had become part of the conversations where plans flowed in life that they had not yet lived, but that each one enjoyed just imagining.
That night it was humid and Javier went to sleep after taking an infusion of those that Evaristo diligently prepared to help them on the way, his bones ached, despite playing the brave, as we well know he was the oldest of all, still when he didn’t give up and didn’t want to show it.
After midnight the waning moon looked splendid, everyone looked at it before going to sleep because they sensed that Diego would find something special with the arrival of the new moon, just as the deity of the river had pointed out to him; but things are never punctual and neither are their beginnings, they would eventually understand that a date covers a period and it is not a single day that its event marks something definitive.
There is only something that arrives on time and breaks the frame of reference of what we know and of this, Javier the older one would find out that night, in dreams he received a special call from Dayami and as a brave man he understood.
In his dream, he took him to a place that he remembered repeatedly, a calm space where, when he was just a little boy, his mother would prepare a loaf of dough that had been leavened and he had fun watching the ball of flour grow doubling its volume covered under a clay pot, his mother told him that she had put magic in it so that she would do that and he could eat something delicious whose taste he never forgot.
That dream did not end happily, there were few moments in which his mother was able to treat Javier with such delicate baked bread, the disease took her away suddenly and dramatically. So Dayami did what she used to do with each one of them, touching his head and face before speaking, Javier looked at her tenderly in the mist that she appeared and exclaimed:
<Woman, you have put in my mind a memory that I carry present every day of my life, a painful moment in my eventful existence. Perhaps it is true that I will be able to see her again, but I don’t know if that is what you have come to tell me>
Dayami allowed him to listen to the lullaby of the river before answering:
<Javier, in my case death took me away from everything known and possibly I will not be able to find anyone I loved again, maybe it’s just because of my condition under the influence of magic. In your case you have two options: Die to the past and live to the eternal, as has happened to me; you will know in due course.>
Javier was shocked by the words of the river deity and did not know what to respond, however, he sensed the message with what happened next, Dayami gave him a vision of a place that he never imagined and that in life he would not see: The presence of several men and women gathered in a circle summoning mystical energies and connecting with the ascended beings, he did not understand anything but he realized that there was a world where only the strength of a brave spirit like Javier has could be summoned.
The next morning he told everyone that life was a gift where each of them could take advantage of his teachings and despite what happened later they should trust something greater than themselves.
Everyone was convinced that the night around the campfire would be very special and what Javier would share with them would allow them to discuss what he had told them with great enthusiasm when he woke up that morning.
Life is today, but in it, we prepare something that will nurture us beyond ourselves, it is enough to know how and in what way, perhaps each of us will know this in due course.
Stock photography of the crescent moon