The fascinating reflection of the world

Give the world reasons to believe in you and value what in each moment allows you to imagine the next step in a journey that you do not travel alone and we all call life. 

“What matters to you today will not be the same in the future, despite everything something will become a constant in each of the inhabitants of the planet, their lives will be nourished by a reflection where what you are, Regardless of your geographical condition, you are responsible for everyone.”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

We are about to discover the opinions of Javier’s colleagues regarding what Dayami showed him; but something takes us to the other side of the vast sea that today we know as the Atlantic, it refers to the crossing of Hora who has reached a site of paradisiacal vegetation and in the distance he observes women with attractive bodies for his sensitivity and instinct, for which he introduces himself to the outskirts of a village, commenting with joy to Rayo:

<Lord with whom I have created a pact, I am in the right place to leave my seeds, I go with all the energy to try to seduce one of those beautiful women>

What the man with the blue eyes did not tell was the atrocious reality that he would face, the moment he set foot on the limits of that bucolic village, all the men with very sharp stick spears surrounded him, shouting words that were definitely not understandable to anyone. But Hora was always analytical and managed that his knowledge will save him from certain death.

He crouched in an attitude of submission and with two short sticks that he found, he began to whittle them with each other, the men observed him angrily and one of them in his own language or dialect assured that he behaved like cricket but without music, and the others were they laughed mockingly, the laughter eased their hatred, and some stopped aiming fiercely.

Great was his surprise when the newly baptized Man-Cricket achieved with his action without music, that the sticks were lit, the exclamation of the men, women and children of the place was eloquent.

Then he appeared before them as the protective man of the lightning, of course, the others did not understand anything of what he said but they hurriedly invited him to the home of the lord of the region and served him succulent food.

His moments of good fortune were crowned with the invitation to bathe in the river by some maids who he never understood what they were saying but felt grateful for what they did to please him; after a week he thanked the locals for their kindness and started his journey again.

Of course, he showed off his abilities and skills by showing the little ones how to make tree-leaf boats and how to get them to sail with agility, and he prepared a kite that was appreciated as a marvel by all the locals.

The women said goodbye to Hora through tears and offered him fruits and stews decorated with red flowers so that he would remember them with passion.

The oldest men say that upon retiring from those lands that we recognize today as Maracaibo, Venezuela began to rain copiously and Hora exclaimed with joy:

<Let all my fruits be offered, as worthy representatives of lightning>

It is a story that nobody knows, but certainly, the Children of Hora were numerous in those regions, Catatumbo (Ishtana) means ‘House of Thunder’ in the Barí language, an indigenous population that inhabits a large part of the area that bathes that river, was the site of great celebrations to Hora’s virility, they say that their children being older all praised the Ray and eternally in the rainy season they celebrate together with a celebration to their father.

Catatumbo and the lightning festival

Hora’s adventures are not over yet, nor is that of the 8 friends who, on the other side of the world, celebrate their attachment to the river in a different way with the apparitions of Dayami, the Nahuatl deity who will grant them a hopeful alternative to each one in their hazardous and difficult life.

Give the world reasons to believe in you and value what in each moment allows you to imagine the next step in a journey that you do not travel alone and we all call life. 

Author´s notes:

Photograph by Alan Highton, BBC

Catatumbo’s status as the world’s thunderstorm capital was officially recognized in January 2014, when the Guinness Book of Records listed it as the place with “The highest concentration of lightning strikes in the world.”

Autor: Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Escribir es una de las actividades creativas más fascinantes que existe, indagar lo caminos de diferentes versiones, encontrar motivos para acrecentar el cauce de un relato y motivar a la lectura, es agradable para todo el que escribe

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