“No one can know the force that the voice of silence of someone who has died carries with it, but you know it perfectly. You have penetrated the message sent by someone whose senses are open to understanding that there is never true silence.”The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Absolutely no one will spontaneously appear out of nowhere to become your everything, nor is he going to compromise out of nowhere in your dreams. There is a clear idea when you are willing for something to happen, you have to work looking for alternatives for your purposes, someone is going to throw you into a commitment or leave you alone.
There are lucky offers every journey needs them, they don’t always appear, what usually happens is that you can identify the characters who can influence it, there are analytics and those who make decisions based on what they know.
Any offer can generate unexpected, untimely, even crazy results from people who do not measure their words or you will find the opposite, people so cautious that they are afraid of risk. Not everyone enjoys the harvest of what they have sown, they leave it ready for those who come after, some hope to see results that favour them.
Erandi knew this perfectly when she chose Dayami to navigate that daring journey, where much of what would happen was unknown to both of them. Now she returns to her land with the clear hope of having fulfilled a painful and at the same time predictive task, it was not easy to understand what she was in a world made for the living, nor to recognize what prompted her to continue with that. energy and yet she did it and was content to be able to live between life and death.
She observed the small bifurcation that showed her the path from the sea to the river, it is important to clarify what she observed, perhaps it is not the word she sensed it as everything or almost everything that she managed to feel in the surrounding reality. With a sigh, if it could be called that way, she exclaimed:
-I do not know what will become of my people, entertained in traditions and rituals, unaware of what I have perceived, oblivious to pain and death, thinking that there will always be a dignified exit to the unknown.
I wonder if at some point I will be able to find another Anxaá to share moments, it would have to be someone with my determination or stubbornness to get to where it is difficult to do it …
Maybe it is easier to be a spirit than to face the living, that’s why I’m glad to have found the eight custodians of the light, they did not refute anything I told them, they go straight ahead without fear of falling, making mistakes, they are not stopped by any structure to which they offered veneration, they know that things are They do or are not done, they do not expect to be glorified by anyone, their intuition guides them and they owed to the light.
History itself could forget them, but they know that their group, the one that has to continue will never do so, will want to label them, some flatters will want to be complacent with them, but they know they will not change who they are.
That I perceive, I am Dayami the deity of the river and I do not know if my certainties will be as I have thought them, but something tells me that there is never a certainty, only a journey where you advance with what you are and remove what no longer goes with you.
The deepest loneliness can lead us to various encounters, in the end, what stays by your side is what you are, and if that something is your reflection, just become welcome.
Anxaá Means soul in Nahuatl
Drawing of the author to crayola with free filter of PicsArt “The allegory of Dayami”