«You will feel in your body all the deaths that you could not solve, those that could not be avoided and your pain will be enormous and heartbreaking, search within yourself for answers to understand what must progress and what is gone forever»

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Erandi visited the tzompantli that morning, putting her hands to her head at the deafening sound that vibrated inside her, fell to her knees, heard voices that did not express anything clear, that they were not peaceful, she knew perfectly well that she was not welcome and suddenly she stood up and faced Mictlantecuhtli:

-Show yourself and claim head-on what you have to say:

A wet and fetid mist invaded the place, Erandi did not move at all, through the walls she observed spiders and bats and heard the voice inside her mind grave and scratchy of the deity:

-Erandi, you know perfectly well that what I want to know is who is the man with the sacred snail, you must accept that it belongs to Quetzalcóatl.

Erandi very clearly remembered the myth of creation where this deity is precisely  Mictlantecuhtli, who deceives Quetzalcóatl by giving him a snail from which it was not possible to emit any sound, at the time this deity visited Mictlán, the land of the underworld, the land of the dead.

Then Erandi with full confidence answered: 

-Who you recognize as Ehécatl-Quetzalcóatl, has already visited the underworld and unharmed preserves the sacred conch with a portentous sound.

The deity of the underworld growled with enormous irritation, causing in Erandi’s head a strong pain, which she endured with serenity and he demanded:

-Priestess of the Temple of the Moon and the Temple of Ometeotl, respect my domain, remember that each soul, must meet face to face with me, what do you have to tell me, what are you thinking?

Erandi, with insight, admitted:

 -Yes, but in a short time, it will not be under the established terms again, Quetzalcóatl’s voice must reach the domain of Wuey Tlatoani loud and clear, whether you like it or not, it must be that way.

The rivers of blood will be bathed with the tears of heaven forever and I know that it must be that way because of the friendship that the man with the conch shell has with Dayami, the deity of the river and with whom he descended to the underworld, where he returned strengthened.

 Mictlantecuhtli, growled again inside Erandi’s head, the sound she perceived was of disgust and finally blurted out: 

-You speak with impressive confidence, I advise you not to take anything for granted, Wuey Tlatoani’s thirst for blood is insatiable and dare to challenge him … we’ll see.

Erandi raised her head and said:

That will be Mictlantecuhtli, of course, we will see.

The penetrating and rotten mist that invaded the place vanished and the retinue of spiders and bats that watched the encounter also …

There are times when it is taken for granted that the power of a being of great ambition is forever, but the day will come when everything is transformed and life resumes its course where nature is the one that reigns and not imposed death.

Author’s Notes: Author

Composition with wax and PicsArt filter: «Death dances and remembers»

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Por 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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