the magical vision of the reality

You will find that the path of the ascended is not easy, but all of us, to a greater or lesser extent, always seek to balance what has specially marked us, understands it and forgive ourselves.

“The great madness that every human being can allow is to fall prey to his emotions but he will always be forced by circumstances to rescue his sanity to move forward”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

It is very important at this precise moment to remember the first message of The Messenger, the one with which this fourth book begins: “All passion will take you to the place from which you will not be able to escape”; As human beings, we cannot admit this as fair or permissible, if we can afford it, but it is not fair to anyone including ourselves.

That is what the eight enlightened will do now, recognize what turned them against themselves for pursuing a passion or believe that it was valuable enough to fall into madness for it.

Mercury, the messenger, the constellation of Libra and the bright evening star Venus in one of the scales of the balance

In the sky, even when they did not know it, was what later the experts would call the constellation of Libra and next to it the fascinating presence of what that the Aztecs studied and of which we have already spoken, and that most now know as the planet Venus, for them, the inhabitants of the region of whom written this tale is Tlahuizcalpantecuchtli, as lord of the house of the Morning Dawn and Under which Erandi was born from where its name means from, Dawn.

The name changed when said planet appeared at night. That is why Tlahuizcalpantecuchtli appears with two faces, one of a living man and the other in the shape of a skull. Hence, that is the reason because Erandi will be part of the Ometeotl temple, for having been born under that design with Venus as protector of heaven and earth, let us once again remember: “As it is above, it is below.”

Now let’s take into account one of the maximum deities of the Aztecs Venus: Quetzalcóatl, a valuable deity, is an example of how they are synthesized in only two aspects, which turned him into a deity of the wind, of life, of the morning, the planet Venus, the god of twins and monsters. According to these various attributions, it is known by various names: Ehécatl, Quetzalcóatl, Tlahuizcalpantecuchtli, Ce Ácatl, Xólotl, among others. (1)

Taking into account the above, who was watching that night was the deity Xólotl, the planet Venus, represented in the morning by Quetzalcóatl and in the afternoon with his twin brother, precisely  Xólotl.

Therefore the brother of darkness, the closest to Tezcatlipoca, the smoking mirror, was with them that night in the last ritual of descent towards Mictlán, the Aztec underworld. The veil that covered Xólotl (Venus) was nothing less than the Constellation of Libra, without a doubt it marked a balance, difficult to achieve just by wishing it, that would be their work that night, when holding hands they heard Dayami inside their heads who exclaimed:

“What are your priorities and what prevents you from recognizing them clearly?” 

Each of them had been hurt to leave their lands, out of necessity or because they had nothing, or no one to hold them back because their loved ones had died while trying to flee from the enemy invasion, in the same way for some of them the claim of their lovers by refusing to follow them on the chosen path, justifying that the lands should be protected although the reality was different.

Xólotl showed them the cruellest of the roads, that one in which it is easy to fall, again and again, they heard it with a grave voice inside their heads:

“If perhaps I had, what are you would and what did they serve you?”

Each one of the enlightened began to sob with rage and discouragement, then again a light appeared, this time with reddish tones that showed them a bird’s feather, the most precious to the Aztecs, that of a Quetzal and Tezcatlipoca along with Xólotl went up together above her when they are shouting:

When the Quetzal feather supported several men above

“To be as light as the feather is to strip yourself of what was not is to admit that all there were, they do not let you soul (Anxaá) heal”

Finally, they heard the voice of Erandi which was translated for them in castizo by Dayami:

“Rescuing sanity is a delicate matter, a task every day, come times of pain and sorrow, now all of you  know, all of you have been endowed with eternal voices of wisdom”

Said This, the future ascended would achieve with this learning to balance their lives and measure their strength, however difficult it might be, it would not be easy for anyone’s life is a constant movement of forces but for something we are here beyond just to do it to survive.

You will find that the path of the ascended is not easy, but all of us, to a greater or lesser extent, always seek to balance what has specially marked us, understands it and forgive ourselves.

Author’s notes:

Sky tonight app star map photographic composition with filtering by PicsArt

Quetzal plume from file picture

(1) Italian paragraph of the text: Data from Alfonso Caso Andrade, Mexican archaeologist: mx / sites / el_otono_2014 / entrale / textcontext / tepoz / aztec.htm

Let us remember that Anxaá is the soul in Nahuatl.

Embarking into infinity

“As above is below, every archetype created in your time involves a mystery, you will have to know what is here, which is the reflection of there”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

For each one of the enlightened, the concept of the circle had become a basic element, now through that place, they would have to embark on a trip to the special place where Erandi’s help would be needed, she could make astral travel, therefore, she will coordinate the trip to infinity for all of them.

From the esplanade of the temple dedicated to the deity Coyolxauhqui, she felt a special force when he discovered that the trip to Mictlán had produced valuable fruits for the newcomers on their way to the light. 

Therefore, Erandi prepared essential elements, and lit a ceremonial fire to integrate with them in that world “where you are and where you stop being”; everything and nothing will be reflected in the middle of the circle that night.

Erandi, far from them but penetrated in that unique journey that she especially knew how to do, raising her arms she would try to reach them through her power totem that would be present in the middle of the magic circle. 

When Dayami gathered the men who, holding hands, were willing to descend to the eighth level of Mictlán; A blinding light appeared in the centre of the circle and was taking shape until they all saw a white eagle in the centre:

Erandi’s power totem

The white eagle, aware of the cycles of the Moon and the Sun, was Erandi’s power totem, her task, to enlighten others To see the problems from a considerable height so as not to get involved and to be objective when giving solutions, to fly as high as possible and to find oneself between infinity and the earth; attributes of all of the beings of light and givers of self-healing.

In this way he appeared before them, illuminating the space where they touched and were united by their hands, then they went to the next level of the underworld.

Erandi spoke in Nahua and Dayami repeated in Spanish:

“Every root is one with the others, new times must come where others will give names to what we know and understand, will form schools and distort the fundamental idea in beliefs and values ​​associated with their worldly and earthly needs. Your task will be to preserve unity, not everything will be in your hands but it depends on your strength that future generations do not deviate “

The eagle in the centre of the circle flapped and the light that gave off its wings attracted each one of them at the moment it exclaimed:

What you do not know makes you blind to understand!

At the moment the 8 illuminated with Dayami and Erandi were one on the wings of a trip where they managed to see from the heights the world that surrounded them, they observed the rivers whose channel shone under the moonlight, the sea through which they had passed, they observed the shores of that territory that now welcomed everyone in a special way.

Erandi spoke again through Dayami:

“Beyond to be a  privilege, it is a journey of the ground that they have to tread and where their work will be fundamental, we do not know everything that surrounds us, but we understand that we can influence  what we do”

Each one of them understood the powerful force of knowing what others could not see and felt the privilege and at the same time the awesome force of a gigantic responsibility.

Finally, she took them to the heights where the eagle reaches in its flight and told them:

“Attend to your dreams, each one of them will give you a vision of the possibilities that you will find in the known and unknown space; there are symbolic patterns that belong to all living beings, even when they do not identify with all of you,  and that is their task, to teach them to understand their meaning and focus on the result. “

Erandi then began the descent from that place to which she constantly travelled, for the enlightened and Dayami was a fascinating visual gift, many say that this trip had a special influence on the men who lived afterwards, wishing to connect with the splendid panorama at the observe the sky like birds and that to date has been a common feeling in all humans, to fly higher to the point of looking at planet Earth from orbit.

What you want has been wanted by others many hundreds of years ago, focus on wishing what is good for each of those around you.

Author’s notes: 

Stock Photography White Eagle, Erandi’s totem 

Dayami’s Let us remember that the colour is red and Erandi’s blue, both mixed tones produce magenta, that is why the tone of his statements on this day is that.

Integrate the force to the next level

Let us remember that the magician is the force in all magical activity, all his resources are empowered by his will.

“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”

The Messenger

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.

Author´s notes:

Original drawing by the author with free filter from PicsArt

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

Balancing is the most difficult task

In life, there will be many groups and many friends, but those who become your allies must be those who draw on the same source of power, revolve around it and make it their reason for being.

“Life will always show you alternatives, you can choose them at random or balance your options by placing thoughts in each action”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Going down to the fifth level of the Aztec underworld would not be easy at all, they, the enlightened ones, would have They have to recognize the options that were presented to them in life and that they had to accept out of necessity and those that they had to forget despite not wanting to.

The first to suffer from all this was Dayami, chosen to be part of the sacrifices in the festivities of the calendrical cycle have turned 52, she would have to be part of the living offerings to the Sun and accept her destiny by singing music with a ceremonial flute, she remembered when her face was filled with joy when she heard Erandi say to her:

Let us remember the passage as it was related:

The ceremonial flute of the maidens prior to the sacrifice

When it was her turn to Dayami, which in the Nahuatl language means Goddess of the River, the words of the priestess Ometeotl changes and the speech opens a possibility,  she understands and  vibrates  in the thought of that maiden:

“The universe has endowed you with magic, be your blood the riverbed that grows and feeding the seeds of the fields and the strength of thoughts “

Rarely do we find in our name the possibility of being one with it and understanding it as part of a journey, not everyone conceives it that way and it is not for everybody, but it happens, but if it is the case, someone who recognizes, we will have managed to open the necessary portal. Dayami’s blood would serve a purpose beyond her death.

Over time, Dayami understands perfectly what is the reason why the light changed everything for her and under the harvest moon she understood at the moment that they lived next to the eight enlightened ones that the journey travelled was bearing fruit.

Then she goes back to Zila to begin the descent to the fifth level of Mictlán with these words:

– Let us join hands again in the ceremonial circle, Zila, all companions, today we celebrate an important achievement we celebrate the acts of each one of us as light protectors and diffusers; what we cease to be has endowed us with two paths, in one governs the reason and in the other the great passions that move us forward.

The smoking mirror of Tezcatlipoca makes us recognize that within what we are the death that we will be is present, to be reborn in those who learned from us what is important to preserve.

Now watch what you were!

On this occasion, none of them saw separate images, they all saw the same apparition in the centre of the circle:

A rider with a torch in his hand sets fire to the ceremonial circle and makes the horse jump off into the gloom.

Dayami continues speaking:

“ Of course,  perhaps you had goals to accomplish, people to obey and honour, tasks to abide by, wealth to obtain, recognition to receive … Everything ceased to be. ”

They saw Tezcatlipoca again and this time his warrior’s face under the skin of the jaguar gradually turns before the astonished gaze of the eight enlightened into a skull.

Dayami continues:

“They have died to material life just like me, each passion is seen under the light of magic, all the reasons that their mind shows them obey the same goal, today we all saw the same thing, we have tuned the senses, We advance in understanding that magic is our strength. ”

In life, there will be many groups and many friends, but those who become your allies must be those who draw on the same source of power, revolve around it and make it their reason for being.

Author´s notes:

Photographic Composition of an Aztec Ceremonial Flute with Free Filter by PicsArt

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Valis, show up!

Now they had tools that identified them, with them they would descend strengthened to the next level of Mictlán.

“Everything you have built vibrates in your memories, now invoke them, look for those renewable elements, all those that can be transformed, today is the fourth day descending towards the deep and dark Mictlán, there is an element that will become your strength, recognize it!”

El Mensajero

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Dayami addressed them the following words: 

“In life, we ​​have created paths so that others can travel them, they are places inherited to the future, paths with different crops and varied constructions, nobody leaves the world of the living without leaving teaching with some sign that represents it.

You have chosen what you have to use to walk the path that the light demands and with which you have to give back to the world. They have been endowed with an appointment and must honour it. “

These were the words with which they began the path to a deeper level of their hells, to the encounter with their interior, that place from which they do not want to know anything because it has ceased to be and they do not know how to make it return.

But each of them had inherited a unique power and it is from there that their gifts and abilities had been enhanced is what Dayami saw in them, her closeness with Zila was deeper for which she exclaimed:

-Zila, look who you are. hold out your hand, who gives you peace make appear in your mind and tell us all your feelings towards that powerful being Valis.

Zila tightened her grip on the hands of her companions and pointed out with enthusiasm:

-Valis is my history, everything I am and what I have been, it is the mother of my tradition and the custodian of my deepest longings.

With each word in the centre of the circle, a huge formation was observed, which little by little became a defined and powerful figure, the body of a whale, in that way each of their companions understood the meaning of Valis and knew that it was what they were to invoke.

Without stopping, the next was Patricio, filling his lungs with air, gave himself the strength to invoke a fascinating forest, which he described as follows:

-The trees of the region where I was happiest, whispering in my senses, were my hiding place, my joy and freedom, the house of winged beings that sang for me and helped me dream, the trees that inspired me to build a barge that became the Ray of Hope; Before the eyes of the enlightened ones in the centre a beautiful forest was formed.

Javier, whom we all know would be one of the first ascended of the group, remembered his love of drawing on the sand when he was little and the way he macerated the leaves of the flowers to make dyes, it was a memory that he had forgotten and that he remembered with joy. Likewise, something related to that moment appeared before his companions when he exclaimed:

-Each element of natural life has a force for me, I must leave it in my mind or turn it into a symbol to remember someone, with great emotion he evoked the day his mother gave him a clover and said: “Look what nature is capable of, you are nature, don’t forget it”

The clover was fading before the eyes of all the enlightened ones at the moment that Evaristo took his turn to address everyone else saying:

-There are no mysteries in the powers of fruits and plants, what we eat heals us or kills us or makes us sick, I can touch their strength, somehow I know that they are medicine that speaks to me, that put used to do good.

Then the guava trees that had helped them on their way to the light appeared before their eyes in the centre of the circle.

Jacobo acknowledged that what encouraged him the most was being able to summon others, make them participate in the matters that he considered his workforce, as a team and pointed out:

-I like to make the call and I have been fortunate that Bormanicus gave me a fascinating conch shell, with I managed to meet the friendly Poseidon like everyone else. Everyone smiled when they saw the presence of the ceremonial conch in front of the magic circle. 

Immediately Timoteo, whom we recognize as the group’s conciliator, cleared his voice to invoke what he considered the harvest that had fed him to grow:

-I knew that nothing was as I thought it, life showed me a face that did not deserve it, but that taught me to see that the groups that always fight do so because they feel stronger than others.

In the image they observed, there was a boy who had shared his bread with three others who had looked at him hungrily and Dayami recalled to everyone what she had said when she met him:

-Timoteo remember that your love for life is your strength.

His turn came for Diego, who was recognized by all as the most intuitive and had quality as a fisherman remembering that he would become a fisher of souls and fish.

In the middle of the circle that the 8 companions had formed, they saw two fish appear, one swimming to the right and the other to the left, little by little it was fading.

When it was his turn for Santiago, he remembered the moment when he did not think of anything other than to save Zila and he jumped into the sea desperately until he found him and, passed out, raised him with great effort to the surface. He saw something in him that prompted him to do so, but above all Zila had won the love of all of them, then he acknowledged:

-Without Zila what we now live we would not be experiencing, I do not know how each of us managed to identify ourselves but all of us are creators of a new way of seeing the world.

Now they had tools that identified them, with them they would descend strengthened to the next level of Mictlán.

Author’s Notes:

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Archive compositions with PicsArt filter The constellation of the Whale from the Star Walk 2 app

Healing water

Not all of us respond the same to the pain of loss, but we know that for some reason we stay in the world and it is up to us and our will to make the world a better place to live.

“You go from the surface to the dark bottom of all your fears, on the third level towards Mictlán, you will know how difficult it is to escape from what hurts, from everything that had no solution”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

They spent a quiet day meditating in what Dayami had asked them, to think about all those great loves, the people who crossed their lives to leave them a lesson and who they never heard from again.

Most of the enlightened ones were aware that the unresolved pain had been extinguished with mead or beer to forget about sadness or everything that they had not managed to solve in their lives, to avoid or justify their aggressive or depressive behaviour, to forget and to continue as it was in those situations that broke their souls, getting drunk had been a good solution.

Their memories came from the disastrous acts that they carried out, the aberrations they observed in a world ruled by the power of the spear, the men who killed in cold blood because they were not from the clan to steal food from them.

The death of their families in burning villages among the flames from which they had to escape wounded and heal as they could, they reminded their loves violated in battle, pierced by spears in territory invaded by those who prevented them from returning to their territories dignified as human within their rituals and traditions.

In the afternoon after the long silences that day they lived, since the indication was to remember but not share the memories,  keep them present in their mind to descend to the third level of Mictlán. They were eager for the announcement of the arrival of the river deity.

Just as on the other occasions, Dayami came to Zila’s mind, who asked them to join their hands again in a circle and asked each of them:

“What did you want more in the moments when you remembered so much pain?”

Without great differences, most of them had had a tremendous desire to get drunk, to brutalize their minds so as not to think about all that which made them angry and made them feel useless, powerless in the face of a reality that they did not want and that they had to live with.

Dayami reminded them of the times they lived on the coasts of Portugal when they began to drink water from those streams and asked them if they understood how they left behind their desire to forget and the desire to get drunk.

They all attributed it to the peace of the landscape, to the camaraderie they had achieved, they also had no way of producing their beer otherwise Evaristo might have done it to share it, but it was not like that.

Evaristo with a flash in his mind exclaimed:

-The water was enchanted by the magical substance of Dayami!

To which she replied:

-Even without proposing me, I was trying, by all means, to recognize you understand you, see in each mind of you what made you are different, it is possible, it could happen that way, of course, and she continued talking now it is not water but I managed to get you to sleep evoking a sound that everyone perceived.

Now let’s go down to the third circle of Mictlán, each one of us will see what we lost, including me; the immense pain of my death, in my case the moment when I was placed on the stone of sacrifices.

So let’s see all that pain with the look that is not in the eyes of reality and let’s try to strip ourselves of what we have been as far as possible, look for that sound that will be floating for everyone and reconstruct the painful past in another way.

Desiring must obey the will of each one of you, to make something happen we must wish it as something real. We have all lost the way to reach someone we cared about, what we have left of them are the details that they shared with us, all those simple things that were in front of us.

There are two ways: leave them intact or wrap them in delicate gifts to throw them into the future, all of them can be living teachings, training for other enlightened ones, remember that the path to light is made up of darkness.

It was at that moment that they all felt their bodies in dense sands, they were hopelessly sinking into heavy thoughts of discouragement and their task to follow Dayami’s sound was complicated and tortuous, although she did not say anything she also suffered the journey with deep pain.

Not all of us respond the same to the pain of loss, but we know that for some reason we stay in the world and it is up to us and our will to make the world a better place to live.

Author´s notes:

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The inner journey to the fire

You will not be able to escape from your past but you will ensure that it does not harm others and does not harm what you live in the present. At least you will try, you will be aware.

“You know perfectly well that hell does not exist but it inhabits you, it is your fears, blocks, frustrations; Destroying them will take you to the next step towards Mictlán, the process involves burning them in a creative fire ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Travelling to the next stage of Mictlán accompanied by of all them, allowed Dayami to relive the pain of her death and how she was able to rebuild herself of nowhere, this would be part of the teaching for the enlightened ones.

That fire or amber light that positively involved them, faded but each one felt that they had managed to comfort themselves, for an instant, they realized that they were not alone since the despair that they lived long ago in the dungeons where they were attacked by rats.

They realized that that night they would sleep meditating that the light would appear at will, despite recognizing that it would not be easy to keep it alive for long, their nightmares surfaced and their memories would be shattered again.

Dayami tried to invade them with a sonic balm to quiet their minds minutes before she told Zila, today we managed to advance in this journey, tomorrow I will return to continue.

In this way, she appeared on time on the second day, perhaps more difficult than the first:

Looking at their inner mirror and retracing what they had travelled was not the same for everyone, they had to conquer freedom with the tools they had chosen to be part of the enlightened circle, their strength was in that space where they left pain to create a new horizon.

Dayami showed each of the places they had never seen before, places where human beings were working with magical forces and sensory elements. She put in their minds situations that did not depend totally on her, because they were part of their own experiences in the past, in this way they could verify that the man in front of the mirror that each one of them was, had the distorted image in another reality that appeared as a possibility. It made them wonder:

 How far are you what you were and where do you stop being what you see? 

Each answer is unique and belongs only to them, the most important of all is that it was the same question she asked herself when she found herself floating like an amorphous and imprecise stain in that torrent of the Papaloapan River.

As much as Erandi had trained them to perform magic, to develop in specific activities, to have the courage not to deviate; none of the ascended or those enlightened on that tortuous path would know it until they were fully involved in it.

Again Dayami, through Zila, sent the following message to the other companions:

“Each of you will have to choose a camouflage of power to make your way towards the light, do not hurry, those who will surround you and those who formed part of their experiences will tell you what it should be and be aware that there can be many at the same time ”

No one is so strong to face their monsters, each one of us has walked in front of powerful enemies and our mental strength is the only thing we have to follow. There is no method, only the will; there are no enchantments either, there is simply our notion of magic. 

The enlightened ones observed before them a mirror that appeared in the centre of the circle that they formed and the figure of a being unknown to all of them, appeared from the mist, Dayami announced that it was Tezcatlipoca, “The smoking mirror”

Tezcatlipoca, the one who is everywhere and watches you with the obsidian mirror

Dayami followed in their heads issuing messages and explaining that everything you carry in your mind can be an echo in that of others and in this way your wishes are fulfilled or you will be mortified by what no longer exists and is left behind.

Finally, she asked each of them to prepare for the third day by placing in their imagination the reflection of what each of them kept as a being or a very appreciated good that they would never see anymore, that would be the element to transform in the days to follow.

You will not be able to escape from your past but you will ensure that it does not harm others and does not harm what you live in the present. At least you will try, you will be aware.

Author´s notes:

Mexican crafts and mythology, Pinterest: Texcatlipoca (Remember it at Ana Pérez Riv’s house in the book: “The bridge and the beginnings”)

Filter, recreate, stage

All your fears are the product of what you have lived, of those moments where you have failed and they have abandoned you, remember that everything that left you behind did because he had already given you teaching, now it is your turn to be the Master.

“Avoid falling into that speech that you already know, the one that you have already made; activates what is not easy to perceive with the gaze, only then will the magic be fulfilled ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

The eight enlightened ones locked in the caves of Cacahuamilpa, began to feel claustrophobic, it was difficult for them to fall asleep and they were upset since they knew that for no reason they had to get out of there and with the passing of the hours and the days the situation was suffocating for them after having been so long in the open sea and enjoying the great stellar spectacle.

The sensory deprivation to which they were subjected prevented them from relaxing their minds, evoking some entity even without wondering, put all of them in great contradiction with what they had managed to understand in the open sea.

Some of them began to hallucinate with images of fantastic animals or fear of the noises evoked by the resonance of the echo in the caves. 

Zila alerted Dayami, asked for her support if the caravan that would escort them to the Temple of the Moon delayed, this would be a disaster in a few hours.

Dayami understood that training is one of the most useful and necessary tasks for the ascended, they had arrived there by chance of fate and at the same time by the intervention of forces such as those invoked by Erandi, but they needed something more and she spoke with Zila:

-When you balance what you feel with what you think, things are easier, it is natural that now you do not feel that you are stepping on solid ground, there is a side that perceives sensations in your mind and another that analyzes them; your friends and you, have received information and it is mixing with what they had learned a long time ago and in it, there are many things that can be discarded, but it is not easy.

I’m going to ask you all to hold hands in a circle, remember the circle that made them what they are, there is no fire here and it is dangerous to light one then when you close your eyes I need to know what you see, I will do everything possible because they can see a light similar to fire in the centre then we can begin to train the mind.

Zila told all his companions:

Dayami will help us, I need all of us to hold hands. Now close your eyes and say out loud what you see.

Evaristo observed snakes in the water that he would use to boil guava leaves and oranges for nausea; Patricio felt his legs were numb and his back itched, he began to try to see if it was ants that were climbing on his body; Diego watches what he had managed to catch for dinner escape from his fishing net; Javier painfully remembers the day the woman he loved left him; Santiago The only thing in mind is to run out of the grotto and shout into the open air; Timoteo observes a cross among the limestone formations of the cave but when he gets closer he disappears and feels guilty; Jacobo watches as his giver of power Bormanicus comes out of the sea and snatches the conch, with great anger, without him understanding the reasons and Zila, who is the one closest to Dayami, remembers with dismay that he never had the opportunity to have a name like all his companions until the day he stopped being Al-Majus, as they scornfully called him to become Zila.

When everyone spoke aloud what they saw their sobs invaded the place and little by little they noticed how all those memories faded when they observed an amber light in the middle of their circle and at that moment Dayami was able to address all of them:

“Advise Those who have to govern the path of the ascended is a complex task, each idea will give us a new problem, what they were and what they are, it will not be separated of all of you but if we can filter what damages us with reason, together with the will and imagination coupled with magic we can build what we need to be.

It will not be the same for everyone, your experiences are not the same, neither are your roots, but the light that governs your actions has already been recognized and is in you; there are underworlds, called hells, that some will carry forever. Realize why that place is made of fire, fire filters, fire reduces to bones what was previously a body with flesh, fire transforms.

What remains after the fire we call Mictlán, is the resting place of the dead, there are nine dimensions, we will go through each one of them and with the remains that remain in our hands we will build the scene we need; Today is day 1 of the tour, the ceremonial bonfire cannot die, it is necessary and our strength is in it. “

The eight friends when they opened their eyes felt that a soft breeze surrounded their bodies and a pleasant relief, the hope returned to them.

All your fears are the product of what you have lived, of those moments where you have failed and they have abandoned you, remember that everything that left you behind did because he had already given you teaching, now it is your turn to be the Master.

Author’s Notes:

Photographic composition of a piece of amber by the author, with filter free by PicsArt

Erandi´s astral vision

Life offers us unique and wonderful gifts from which we can learn and share them when possible, they are part of who we are and what we did in the company of other beings we love.

“In times of change you will do everything in your power to seek allies, all those new opportunities that open up before you, the new horizons that appear are helpful, all wisdom comes from meditation. Sometimes you lose more in a position of power, analyzing it is important. “

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Thanks to the tours that Dayami made, the connection with other realities was expanded to Erandi, she observed towns where men with whom they wanted to make alliances were pleased, using maidens as part of the banquet, Erandi went further, As a woman she understood that every human being has values ​​and also needs and for her it was more profitable to link the enlightened with possible benefactors of their roots in a new world, people who would not fulfil a fleeting wish, they would be the facilitators of a bond that would be strengthened with time and when they will arrive at her lands, all of them would understand with their perception that at some point they would be in front of those ladies who were not ladies of companions, they were the women who would become their accomplices, travelling companions and allies.

At the same time, she had her eyes fixed on the peculiar personality of  Hour that was presented to her in the ceremony of the Sun, Erandi with her gaze astral vision, realize that him that they were a being that could not break a powerful pact with lightning and that was their strength and at some point would be Painani’s sadness, but no one is guaranteed happiness as a constant and that was recognized by both she and Painani herself who experienced new sensations next to a man of fire and electrifying light that showed to her the world with other nuances and He had been determined to turn a year of her life into the greatest power of teachings. 

In this way, the lunar calendar would take on a new symbology that would not only nourish the culture of a people but would also be an accumulation of data that would cover the celestial vault.

The Scorpion 

They joined different knowledge to achieve that each lunar cycle will endow them with strength and meaning to elaborate tasks according to the behaviour of the animal of power who the one that came to meet them in the next cycle.

11Ozomahtli (Mono)Patecatl
14Itzcuintli(Dog)Xipe Totec
16Cozcacuauhtli (Vulture)Xolotl
17Atl (Water)Chalchihuihtotolin
18Ehecatl (Wind)Chantico
19Cuauhtli (Eagle)Xochiquetzal
20Tochtli (Rabbit)Xiuhtecuhtli 

Let us quote verbatim data from the system referring to the lunar calendar Tonalpohualli:

The stone counting the days and destiny, ordering its universe and governing the counting of the cycles, which adjusts the lives of men and peoples to the cosmic pulsation, to the beat of the seasons and other phenomena that determine terrestrial mutations and energetic changes, that is why it did not rotate alone, it needed a second gear:

N °SignGodBody
1Cipactli (Caiman / Crocodile)TonacatecuhtliVenus
2Ehecatl (Wind)Quetzalcoatl Venus
4Cuetzpalin(lizard)Huehuecoyotl Saturn
5Coatl(Snake)Chalchihuitlicue Saturn
8Atl(Water)Xiuhtecuhtli Mars
15Cuauhtli(Eagle)Xipe TotecSol
16Cozcacuauhtli (Vulture)ItzpapalotlSol
17Ollin (Movement)XolotlSol
18Tecpatl (Flint)ChalchiuhtotolinMercury
19Quiahuitl (Rain)TonatiuhMercurio
20Xochitl (Flower)XochiquetzalVenus

Before this reality, Hora showed Painani the reflection of the sky as if it were a mirror where each power animal could be found in the sky and each deity belonging to a culture such as that of She could also be part of what other peoples considered and at every moment he indicated:

-Observe Negrita, as it is above it is below, no one escapes the power of heaven and when its strength demands us we will understand much more than what you can observe now others have already seen it and have named it, each culture and people can see it from that place that allows it to be an observer and thus they have given it different names, it understands that its essence is the same and its power is for everyone, no matter how the names.

Now only lightning can show me the power animal that must be found in a cycle and I assure you, Lightning is very careful about that.

Painani did not understand clearly what Hora was referring to when he pointed out “When his strength claimes us”, however in a previous text I made known to them in some way that it will happen, but that trip, no matter how much Hora himself insists on convincing Lightning, It should not be shared, for her it is better not to know.

Life offers us unique and wonderful gifts from which we can learn and share them when possible, they are part of who we are and what we did in the company of other beings we love.

Author´s notes:

Reference to the lunar calendar taken from:  https: //

Illustration of the constellation Scorpio from file