The insignia of power

When in life you get depressed because you feel that what you have done has harmed you and you cannot jump from that feeling, analyze how much of everything you have lived has left you a clear and strengthened teaching.

“Take off all clothing, your wounds will be your insignia; You have to remember in your body the place where you were marked at birth or by the enemy’s weapon, even those wounds that you inflicted on yourself out of ignorance. In this way the light has to show you your symbol, that which will be your shield of power ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Dayami among all of them was not considered at all as a high ranking authority, but on the contrary, a being who had learned from her wounds to heal and help others, she was not someone who was expected to hear what they wanted, possibly what she wanted was to be seen as a guide, just that.

So time asked each of them to strip off their clothes before holding hands and forming a circle of the enlightened.

The first to oppose it was Patricio, he flatly refused to be seen by a maiden and analyzed in his dimensions little endowed by his companions, to which Dayami replied:

-By your character your companions know you, by my perception I know you Inside and out, even without having human eyes to see you and the ritual is requested by the light of who I am emitting at this moment.

Upon hearing these words, the others, if they had any objection, immediately put it aside, silently stripping off their clothes to start the next journey and descend to the 6th level of Mictlán.

Dayami spoke to them again:

“Put the wound in your mind and remember how it was created, the light must recognize it and only then will it be transformed. the light will choose the order,  and give them your symbol, when need protection invoke each of you your symbol, this will be their shield

Some may attract the symbol of others, it will be an indivisible empathic knot, but we’ll find it on the way.”

Now focus!

In the middle of that calcareous formation of the Cacahuamilpa caves, a barely perceptible white light appeared in the centre of the circle formed by the eight men, increasing in size and brightness as each of them remembered their wounds.

Zila, of course, the first thing she remembered was the huge wound on her side that almost cost her her life when she defended herself from a spearman with only her hands on that boat.

Diego remembered that fishing when he was still young when the hook landed on his own body and the fish escaped.

Evaristo, had a huge wound on his leg, an arrow wound when he tried to flee from a town at war.

Javier had always felt less about his skin damaged by chickenpox, an impossible to hide mark on his face.

Patrick had a deep wound on his forearm from a money brawl in a tavern.

Santiago had no visible wounds, but the deepest was in his heart, he had created a shield of mistrust that he had strengthened before the disappointments of love and the betrayals that he experienced.

Timothy the scratch of an arrow that brushed his back in battle.

Jacobo suffered a violent fall that had left a mark on the knee and a slight limp that was accentuated when it was damp or cold.

When gathering all the wounds, something surprising happened.

As Dayami warned, some of them could link their symbol to that of others out of empathy, but they never imagined that each one of them would form a shield of power, the synchronicity of their ideals, sympathy that they felt for each other was unique and unlike anything they could have imagined.

The moment they saw in the middle of their circle of enlightened people that the light gathered each of their wounds in a kind of portentous stealth, they felt that their companionship and brotherhood was reflected in that symbol, together they projected their unity to the world of this way and not in another.

Dayami exclaimed with energy:

“When you manage to penetrate your values ​​and essence in the friendship of a group and your nakedness goes beyond the body, you will see your soul faced the other in full and resounding sincerity. The red flashes are my blood, I am now one with all of  you ”

The seal of power has decreed an unbreakable insignia.

The eight men and Dayami discovered that day that everything that had damaged them was now part of a hopeful transformation, and they smiled happily, naked and strengthened with the call of light.

When in life you get depressed because you feel that what you have done has harmed you and you cannot jump from that feeling, analyze how much of everything you have lived has left you a clear and strengthened teaching.

Author´s notes:

Drawings by the author with free filter from PicsArt

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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