Time Observes

Any living experience that obeys reasons that go beyond the routine of life, involves something that has to surprise you and you should be attentive.

“Everything that you can touch makes you the owner of various creations, a good part of them do not belong to you, remember that the land you are is not the one you step on, but the one you work always thinking of a place that you do not inhabit in your time ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

There was a time when the world was not what it is now, it was not governed by the rules and borders that guard us today; its limits were different and we all hope that in the future this will continue to change.

It is good to review what history raises, whose ultimate goal is to reach what we have already addressed, those years between 2800 and 3000 that we recognize as part of the Gregorian calendar.

Each character brings us closer to what we remember and their roots have become a network of connections that are not insurmountable, but malleable and flexible, they are the warp and weft of something that we have not yet lived and that many of us want; We are going under the gaze of thunder to leave flashes between some of the pages that have already been written:

Let us remember, for example, that heartbreaking moment when the Master lying on the deck of his small Viking ship suffers and mourns the death of his beloved tutor Sol and screams between sobs under the storm:

“I will never again mud my heart with dirt”

He is aware that he will not step on the ground that saw him grow again and that causes him immense pain, but later he strengthens creating a solid space inland from Denmark next to Ellinor, the audacious woman who will accompany him to his end in this life.

So I can go pointing out each of the characters in history and their path to the future, we can see that there are very few who have to stay in the place where they were born because wherever they go they will be disseminators of great ideas and they will strengthen in the distance, recognizing that the land in which they work will be the one that will reaffirm them beyond the borders as strong beings illuminated by a light that will not be extinguished.

Perhaps the greatest fortune of each of them lies in knowing how to communicate, it is not with everyone that they will achieve that benefit, not all will read them in the same way, things have to happen that, seen before the gaze of the present, could surprise us but the root of a tree communicates in unexpected ways, so to speak.

Pay special attention to this passage:

The day after the Cacahuamilpa caverns, Zila contacted Dayami to tell her how he got that name, a Latvian word that means blue.

Let us remember that the Zila of the century that we still do not live, the XXX, according to the grandmother and great-grandmother consider him Finnish, and we do not know if the branch of his history arises there or in Latvia, but at that time the border marks were not the same, we do not know if he has a direct generational root of those who arrived in Newfoundland; or of those who inhabited the coasts of Portugal for a time.

However, due to direct generational roots or not in Professor Zila, the promise that several generations of men would bear that name is fulfilled. Regardless of this reflection, hear clearly what she asks Zila the deity of the river called Dayami:

“Tell me about the river that you most  remember or most appreciate in the land that you were born”

Zila answers:

I recall with appreciation the river Aura, in that place a wild berry and strawberry picker observed something that kept him captivated; Throughout his life, he did not forget and what I am about to tell you is not something that known.

Dayami, listen to me, I now believe this and I can stop seeing it as a legend or the vision of a madman. With everything that I am now living with, I feel that this man was telling the truth, some situations seem to have no rational explanation and certainly be seen through magic.

That man observed a woman with very white skin in a flowing dress in the middle of the snow, a white dress, accompanied by a red-furred fox with whom she was talking and from one moment to another the fox turning around made his body lights of different colours came off like a beautiful rainbow.

That is the reason why they named him Valvo, which means to look; many did it as a mockery, they were incredulous, somehow he told it with total security and I believed him.

Dayami told him:

I can communicate magically with the rivers and I know that at some point they will be part of who we are and what we want. There are raging wars in this time dear Zila, but in the future there will be other types of battles that men will not necessarily start, our work does not end and when I have news about the woman in the white dress and her fox friend I will let you know.

Now, do you understand what observes the time and what they will weave for the future?

Any living experience that obeys reasons that go beyond the routine of life, involves something that has to surprise you and you should be attentive.

Author´s notes:

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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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