“The influence you can exert on the forces that accompany you is vital, by coming into contact with the essence of others you can clearly understand to what extent you can intervene in any decision they make”
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Dayami that afternoon got in touch with Zila to prepare them for the seventh level towards the depths of Mictlán, now they had a sigil, they recognized their strengths and understood their weaknesses, so she asked him that when they join they will leave an identity stamp before going down, that way they could return without getting lost.
Zila spoke to all of them and asked them what they could leave at the entrance that formed an intersection between the sixth and seventh levels, and the first to speak was Javier:
-We could leave the seal of power, it is our defense, everyone’s identity. as a group.
Diego shook his head negatively said seriously:
-No, that is our shield if we leave it stuck in the threshold. I think it is dangerous, it must accompany us to the end, we cannot leave it as an ornament far from us.
Patricio, who always put practicality ahead, pointed out:
-All of us have skills but the most basic of all is the one we have in our hands, with them we can mark the entrance, what do you think?
Timoteo with a smile said that he agreed to the moment that Evaristo with great disposition warned:
-There must be a way to make a stain on the stone, before starting the ritual I am going to put some elements together to form a mixture where we can ink our hands.
Jacobo with a positive attitude exclaimed:
-It is the best way to leave a signal, if it is a good idea mate, I agree, would it have to be something that did not vanish, or is the intention sufficient for it to be perceived?
Santiago finally warned:
-Right now we are a united force and I feel that the warmth of our hands with the ink that Evaristo prepares will fulfill the objective unless Dayami has something else to say, she gave us to choose a stamp.
Zila was the only one who could talk to Dayami, when they were not in a ritual circle, it was he who could perceive Dayami’s voice so they all fell silent for her to communicate again.
Then Zila affirmed:
-She says that she is fine and reminds us that her blood will be on the seal giving recognition to the ritual.
In this way the threshold was marked:
The seal of the enlightened ones on the threshold towards the seventh level of the Mictlan.
Each one of them understood that in that seal they had left a part of themselves waiting to be discovered by something unknown, when they met again in the magic circle, each one of them felt a current of wind travel through their bodies, a kind of warning of they were not alone.
Dayami addressed everyone:
“Magic uses instruments to focus us, but magic belongs to us, it is who we are and what we believe in.”
From the seal, wrapped in an energetic wind, a faint thread was detached, barely perceptible, which followed them towards the next level and took three turns in the body of each one of them as their minds imagined an intricate maze that was getting darker for them each time more and more.
Dayami spoke to them again pointing out:
“Discover in the voices what they tell you and understand who they are and why they speak to you”
This was the most complex part for everyone, it was not something shared by others, they felt alone before a test that confronted them with their feelings, the voices of those who were no longer there, their claims, and later those same voices left out the image of the person they had recognized to appear on the faces of people they had treated years later creating a strong confusion in his soul when comparing them with who they were not.
They remembered the moments when they were with someone thinking about other people who would no longer return to their lives, at that moment several of them began to despair to try to escape from those images and the invisible bond that kept them tied with three magic turns it prevented moving outside the circle.
Dayami spoke again:
“Each one must solve the riddle, must invalidate the false image and regain consciousness, there is no method in this you are alone, solve it!”
They recognized that what had confronted them in the past with living beings was now a memory, what had been spoiled no longer had a solution, but had left the teaching to be able to free themselves.
At that moment they felt that the barely perceptible rope or loop that was holding them together little by little released them from their bindings.
Dayami finally exclaimed:
“We have conquered the ghosts of the past, we have strengthened who we are on the way to the light”
They all felt that their breathing became slow again, that they could finally separate the past from the present and a deep relief took hold from each of them. They had the option of taking the tip of that magic strand to return or doing it on their own feet, the rope would be there to guide them back to reality.
Let us remember that the magician is the force in all magical activity, all his resources are empowered by his will.
Original drawing by the author with free filter from PicsArt