“At the end of every nightmare the creative light arises and everything that it shows you can be analyzed with the right measure of your desires; All the burdens that weigh can be valued and in whom you trust, there put your words; there will be those who offer promising futures, only your experience will help you to recognize their worth or falsehood. That is not easy, it will be a challenge every day. ”The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
One more night on the barge kept the travelling companions irritated, the power of the moon not only kept them expectant of what they had been announced, but also in their thoughts doubts and puzzles arose.
The fishing with the pot that Diego arranged was bad, but out of nowhere several winged fish fell on the deck and were prepared by Evaristo with the juices of the lemons and the salt that they kept with special care.
Timothy on other occasions would have sent prayers of thanks to his God, for receiving the blessing of those fish in moments of hunger but it was not like that on this occasion, the other three believers said nothing but noticed something different in him.
There was no need for questions, at nightfall Timoteo himself spoke ahead in the dim light of the moon that was not really shining:
-Brothers, it has been a few nights that I have not raised my prayers to heaven for all of you and I know that It is not due to any kind of distraction, something tells me that I do not need to implore a creator that I never see for the well-being of all of us.
There was an awkward silence and the three believers who, along with him, had harmonized with each other’s beliefs, respecting their ways of seeing the world, looked at each other without saying a word.
Timoteo spoke again after taking a few bites of his piece of fish:
-I feel that it is not necessary to be pointed out by heaven to act with justice and do the right thing, I do not feel that if I stop praying I will be punished with hell. For the first time in many years, I feel I own myself and everything I know.
I understand that the light that has illuminated us is not a dogma, it is not a belief, it is the force that is born from what we are, everything that is within us and I understand that if I explained this in a ritual site, it would be pointed out and punished, I don’t need to tell anyone what I am, I just am. I tell my friends who are not going to judge me and are not going to condemn me.
Javier nodded and added:
-The force of nature has allowed us to see a kind of magic that we have all felt, you are not the only friend, but you have explained it better than any of us.
Zila spoke to them with enthusiasm:
-Do you remember my admiration for the whale that carried us on its back for a while in these deep waters unknown to all of us? For my people it represents the living image of the guardian of our traditions, for other peoples, it is possibly just a whale sailing the seas, I understand you, friend, no living being will demand of you anything other than respect and will not see you as something alien.
Possibly it is what we have felt on this site, the voice of the horizon, of the landscape, of the moment. That force of the beings that accompany us who lived to understand it, going through the nightmare of having died and who are here, Dayami is a clear example.
Evaristo distributed sips of rainwater to each of his friends when he warned:
-Perhaps the most difficult of all tasks is to believe in ourselves, there are always those who decide what is best or what law should not be broken and we finish being what others have told us.
Jacobo whose meaning bears in his name a sign that we must remember and that is “The one who sustains and protects the light”, clarified his voice and pointing with his index fingers to concentrate when speaking:
-I know that my name determines what I am and It was not me who decided it, some things mark us and motivate us, but I fervently believe that what will help us to fulfil, our tasks are precisely what Evaristo says, to believe that the world can change, that we are instruments of that attempt and We can not fail.
The group of eight dear friends raised their arms at the same time and the silent moment in the open sea was flooded by the cry of solidarity from all of them.
Sometimes it is not necessary to acknowledge that you have changed, but for those who know you, it will be a clear sign of confidence and a reason for joy.
Photograph of the author “The fishes flew to the barge of the enlightened ones”