“Sometimes we tell ourselves the happiest story, precisely when no one can spoil it anymore”
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Not all of us are capable of changing our stories, sometimes monsters return and place themselves in your dreams to interfere and obscure the process, then there are two ways to recognize them and leave them where they cannot hurt you again …
Painani listened carefully to Hora when he explained all this, suddenly she put her hand on his lips to silence him and ask:
-Hora, They are not always monsters, on many occasions, they are fascinating entities that leave a bright trail in your life, give you teachings and help you enjoy the journey of life. Do you think there are brightly wrapped in veiled entities that are mistaken for monsters?
Reflective Hora replied seriously:
-Life is diverse, not everyone lives the same, nor are they capable of understanding that another entity can exist under a veil. So they isolate themselves and can damage something that could be appreciated in their lives, they can also guide the monster to another path and be free, we do not know.
Something is important talking about the sowers of ideas, we are that and in the world, we address others in that way, to change their feelings towards something.
I remember perfectly that at the moment that a group of humans pointed me out as a prophet at that precise moment I understood that my life illuminated by the Ray would serve a cause much greater than myself and now I have someone like you to communicate all that, and I feel happy about it.
Painani remained meditative and with some concern, she asked again:
-Beloved, can you assure that all stories are seeds?
With a frank smile, Hora admitted:
-Of course, I can do it, what I cannot assure you is that all the seeds would be able to fall on fertile ground, much less than these seeds when feeding a group, everyone understands the meaning of their fruits in the same way.
I’m going to tell you about something magical that happened to me in the jaguar’s trap, I had a dream that allowed me to see the earth as something transparent, as if instead of a well made in the earth it was a site at the bottom of a lagoon, what I could observe where the roots of the trees, they supported each other to move the sap, some stronger than others and some group, understanding that only among mangroves could they survive, I could see some red cedars doing the same and if you realize they were all seeds.
What I want to tell you is that the enlightened group will find a way to remain united and connect with those who strengthen their sap and the other groups that are gregarious will do the same and that cannot be avoided, for example, the mangrove drags a lot of water to the sap, that is not good for everyone, but it strengthens them.
Do not fear my beloved, some stories will know how to connect with those who deserve them and monsters and predators will not be able to annihilate them, if I succeed in making my prophet spirit prevail, it will stay for a long time feeding the spirit of the time, today I learn from you and you of me, what we will build is based on the few certainties with which we advance, if the root penetrates deeply into the land we inhabit, it will take care of the rest.
Painani, happily, exclaimed:
-Each tree is a messenger that illuminates the path of the one who knows how to recognize it… And they kissed with passionate joy to enjoy that gift that kept them together.
Over time both will be a symbol, life is constantly changing but the roots of the trees are ancient and we must trust them.
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