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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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

Time Observes

Any living experience that obeys reasons that go beyond the routine of life, involves something that has to surprise you and you should be attentive.

“Everything that you can touch makes you the owner of various creations, a good part of them do not belong to you, remember that the land you are is not the one you step on, but the one you work always thinking of a place that you do not inhabit in your time ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

There was a time when the world was not what it is now, it was not governed by the rules and borders that guard us today; its limits were different and we all hope that in the future this will continue to change.

It is good to review what history raises, whose ultimate goal is to reach what we have already addressed, those years between 2800 and 3000 that we recognize as part of the Gregorian calendar.

Each character brings us closer to what we remember and their roots have become a network of connections that are not insurmountable, but malleable and flexible, they are the warp and weft of something that we have not yet lived and that many of us want; We are going under the gaze of thunder to leave flashes between some of the pages that have already been written:

Let us remember, for example, that heartbreaking moment when the Master lying on the deck of his small Viking ship suffers and mourns the death of his beloved tutor Sol and screams between sobs under the storm:

“I will never again mud my heart with dirt”

He is aware that he will not step on the ground that saw him grow again and that causes him immense pain, but later he strengthens creating a solid space inland from Denmark next to Ellinor, the audacious woman who will accompany him to his end in this life.

So I can go pointing out each of the characters in history and their path to the future, we can see that there are very few who have to stay in the place where they were born because wherever they go they will be disseminators of great ideas and they will strengthen in the distance, recognizing that the land in which they work will be the one that will reaffirm them beyond the borders as strong beings illuminated by a light that will not be extinguished.

Perhaps the greatest fortune of each of them lies in knowing how to communicate, it is not with everyone that they will achieve that benefit, not all will read them in the same way, things have to happen that, seen before the gaze of the present, could surprise us but the root of a tree communicates in unexpected ways, so to speak.

Pay special attention to this passage:

The day after the Cacahuamilpa caverns, Zila contacted Dayami to tell her how he got that name, a Latvian word that means blue.

Let us remember that the Zila of the century that we still do not live, the XXX, according to the grandmother and great-grandmother consider him Finnish, and we do not know if the branch of his history arises there or in Latvia, but at that time the border marks were not the same, we do not know if he has a direct generational root of those who arrived in Newfoundland; or of those who inhabited the coasts of Portugal for a time.

However, due to direct generational roots or not in Professor Zila, the promise that several generations of men would bear that name is fulfilled. Regardless of this reflection, hear clearly what she asks Zila the deity of the river called Dayami:

“Tell me about the river that you most  remember or most appreciate in the land that you were born”

Zila answers:

I recall with appreciation the river Aura, in that place a wild berry and strawberry picker observed something that kept him captivated; Throughout his life, he did not forget and what I am about to tell you is not something that known.

Dayami, listen to me, I now believe this and I can stop seeing it as a legend or the vision of a madman. With everything that I am now living with, I feel that this man was telling the truth, some situations seem to have no rational explanation and certainly be seen through magic.

That man observed a woman with very white skin in a flowing dress in the middle of the snow, a white dress, accompanied by a red-furred fox with whom she was talking and from one moment to another the fox turning around made his body lights of different colours came off like a beautiful rainbow.

That is the reason why they named him Valvo, which means to look; many did it as a mockery, they were incredulous, somehow he told it with total security and I believed him.

Dayami told him:

I can communicate magically with the rivers and I know that at some point they will be part of who we are and what we want. There are raging wars in this time dear Zila, but in the future there will be other types of battles that men will not necessarily start, our work does not end and when I have news about the woman in the white dress and her fox friend I will let you know.

Now, do you understand what observes the time and what they will weave for the future?

Any living experience that obeys reasons that go beyond the routine of life, involves something that has to surprise you and you should be attentive.

Author´s notes:

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The symbols of power before the face of the moon

You could have in front of the image of a mythical being but your rational conscience does not know it, who has noticed it is your intuition under the protection of the rays of the moon.

“Do not forget who moves within your thoughts, watch him dance and sing phrases that only you hear; you have to deliver symbols to the world, the one you know and the one you haven’t yet ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Once Painani accepted, Hora dropped his knee and kissed both palms of the woman who would follow him in his new challenges, night fell and he sought help of an improvised torch when he said:

-Negrita, I must look for a witness to our pact, please wait …

Painani opened her eyes wide and narrowed her eyebrows, Hora smiled and said, observing her tenderly:

-You remind me of Duplo’s expression, a dear friend, I’ll tell you about him later.

That said, moving with agility he observed in the gloom that illuminated his torch if there was someone nearby, nothing; As we know, Hora is obstinate and does not let things not happen if it is in his hands that they are given as he needs them, so he set out to lift several stones until he found what he was looking for.

It was a beautiful and huge scorpion that stirred annoyed when being surprised by the attentive and scrutinizing look of that man.

Black scorpion from Ecuador

Hora exclaimed with joy:

“May the scorpion be a worthy witness of our pact under the dim light of the moon, we are governed by its design and purpose for the remainder of the lunar cycle, today we inhabit the fourth day of the journey, it will be like this ​​”

For the next cycle, (Gregorian October 8, 1st Ophiuchus for the kingdom of the Moon) Hora met a snake, Hora named her as the lady of power who opened a new period, the name that we all know today, corresponds to the qualifier of other peoples and cultures, of course, they will know in due time.

It was a fascinating team effort, it is the way each symbol and power animal gave meaning to the cycles of the moon. Painani for her part created an alternate ritual under the immense power of the Sun.

They both knew that the time would come when they would have to give an account to their regents, those who offered them the greatest of powers and very soon we will know why the constellation of Leo was easily confused by the Greeks, Arabs, and Romans; being known in ancient Greece as Cor Leonis and in Arabic astronomy as Al Kalb al Asad. No less valid, we have even talked about its value in previous books, remember Amin and Sierpe (Sie).

With this it is explained that being the sky absolutely to everyone, not all of us perceive it from the same latitude and not with the same force, there are places where there are no lions, but jaguars and I will only tell you that the hair engulfed in flames of a hero of great courage mounted on lightning is what many actually saw and interpreted according to their own beliefs; but I can’t get ahead of myself, not yet.

The pair where Painani, lovingly named Negrita by the daring lightning custodian named Hora, still has 13 moons ahead. 

You could have in front of the image of a mythical being but your rational conscience does not know it, who has noticed it is your intuition under the protection of the rays of the moon.

Author´s notes:

Ecuadorian black scorpion (Tityus asthenes) from jungle tree in the Ecuadorian Amazon.

Are you ready to take on a new challenge? 

If life puts you before the possibility of starting a new relationship with whoever decides to do what is in their power to achieve it, do not overthink it, life is today.

“Each of your skills will be put to the test, everything has to move quickly in a terrain that you do not know. I advise you to walk with agility, flow, do not stop the results only appear like this, look around you ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Zila was convinced that his friendship and attachment to Dayami had become his strength and encouragement when he notified his friends that At last, she reached the river, he knew she would not say goodbye and would be close when he or the group needed her. With force he hears her say inside her head:

“Zila, friends, enlightened all, may the  intuition always involves all of  you!”

In each feat that they had performed, each decision was programmed and calculated as a group, they had created a solid team and strengthened by their enormous friendship. Each of them had matured in a way that surprised them, everything they did and felt was a projection of that light that never left their senses and thoughts.

Painani, for her part,  far from everything they experienced, sensed through Erandi that at any moment those men taller than them and with hair on their chests and backs, would be in the lands of their homeland to which they would never return and that she longed with the resignation of someone who knows that for certain characters from her homeland she had died and it was better to let them believe that for the good of the entire clan of enlightened ones.

Her task was not yet finished and in the land where the Sun had a special dwelling, there was much to do, matters of magic that she knew perfectly and that would give context to her adventures, her balance sheet and that of her people to perceive in the Sun the force that it has been and will be.

Something moved her to change course and begin to walk cautiously in an overwhelmingly beautiful terrain of impenetrable jungle, she perceived the danger and measured her steps, she was meditating with all the happy memories of the people who considered and even venerated the Sun and who shown their own rituals, where she sharing with all of them their own feelings about the Sun.

Painani recognized that many moments of her life had been painful and she understood that everything that had damaged her could be transformed into liberating creations; Suddenly she realized that someone was singing in a way that she did not know, in a language that she did not recognize. It was the voice of a human being, a man with a deep,  and nice voice, but everywhere she tried to see him, she couldn’t, so she followed that voice to a pit that was illuminated by the Sun and cautiously peeked out, kneeling and lowering his head, then Hora realized that at last, the moment had come, she was there and exclaimed:

-The Sun has allowed me to be seen by you, I am glad that your step did not come under the gloom of the night to this place!

Painani did not understand any of the words but she realized that they were sweet and emotionally charged, then she understood what was happening, she remembered the shaman who told her that someone had captured her with the thought.

She appeared with a huge smile looking at a man similar to those who came or had already arrived from the sea, with eyes the colour of the sky and suddenly she felt uncertain that some of them had been lost and was in that place by accident, but something into her intuition that told her that this man had not come from the sea, his journey was different. 

When he looked at her he exclaimed:

Negrita, please help me out of this place. Be careful it was the fate of a jaguar but it was not.

She spoke in Nahuatl so that he would understand that she understood absolutely nothing of what he was saying, stretching out her hand for him to do something, in the same way, she indicated that the tip of the hammock would be a good resource to help him get out of his strange prison.

Once the custodian of the lightning was free from his comfortable prison where he could meditate and imagine magical structures where life flowed especially, he thanked with reverence and touching his chest indicated his name:

-I am Hora for the benefit of my parrot friend, the custodian and protector of the Lightning by the fortune of the universe and named cricket-man by inhabitants bari of the Catatumbo river area; but you can just tell me, Hora.

Faced with such a spectacular presentation, the words that remained in Painani’s mind were that he could name him Hora, so he responded with another bow to say:

-Hora, touching her chest, she indicated, Painani.

Hora, that he was not going to stay at that, he extended his arms to the sky and asked his custodian and protector to give him the necessary agility to speak with the woman to whom he would make a surprising proposal, so using a rod he requests to her who wrote letters of her language and gave sound to each one of them and of course before night fell she could already understand with the woman she had considered an angel, then with total certainty that it was time to To make his statement, he looked at her seriously and decreed:

“Painani of the temple of the moon and custody of solar honours, I will make an experience of a year of your life in 13”

Painani with a smile answered surprised:

-If every year has thirteen moons, I think they will be the most fun and creative I will ever have, I accept with pleasure. She, the moon, whom I know as Coyolxauhqui, never shows us the same face, but she always has to look us straight ahead, let us entrust our friendship to her reflection.

Both with a pleasant smile will start a journey where there were no special plans, only the desire to share who they were.

If life puts you before the possibility of starting a new relationship with whoever decides to do what is in their power to achieve it, do not overthink it, life is today.

Author´s notes:

Photo by Bradley Hook on

The crossroads after the death

The deepest loneliness can lead us to various encounters, in the end, what stays by your side is what you are, and if that something is your reflection, just become welcome.

“No one can know the force that the voice of silence of someone who has died carries with it, but you know it perfectly. You have penetrated the message sent by someone whose senses are open to understanding that there is never true silence.”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Absolutely no one will spontaneously appear out of nowhere to become your everything, nor is he going to compromise out of nowhere in your dreams. There is a clear idea when you are willing for something to happen, you have to work looking for alternatives for your purposes, someone is going to throw you into a commitment or leave you alone.

There are lucky offers every journey needs them, they don’t always appear, what usually happens is that you can identify the characters who can influence it, there are analytics and those who make decisions based on what they know.

Any offer can generate unexpected, untimely, even crazy results from people who do not measure their words or you will find the opposite, people so cautious that they are afraid of risk. Not everyone enjoys the harvest of what they have sown, they leave it ready for those who come after, some hope to see results that favour them.

Erandi knew this perfectly when she chose Dayami to navigate that daring journey, where much of what would happen was unknown to both of them. Now she returns to her land with the clear hope of having fulfilled a painful and at the same time predictive task, it was not easy to understand what she was in a world made for the living, nor to recognize what prompted her to continue with that. energy and yet she did it and was content to be able to live between life and death.

She observed the small bifurcation that showed her the path from the sea to the river, it is important to clarify what she observed, perhaps it is not the word she sensed it as everything or almost everything that she managed to feel in the surrounding reality. With a sigh, if it could be called that way, she exclaimed:

-I do not know what will become of my people, entertained in traditions and rituals, unaware of what I have perceived, oblivious to pain and death, thinking that there will always be a dignified exit to the unknown.

I wonder if at some point I will be able to find another Anxaá to share moments, it would have to be someone with my determination or stubbornness to get to where it is difficult to do it …

Maybe it is easier to be a spirit than to face the living, that’s why I’m glad to have found the eight custodians of the light, they did not refute anything I told them, they go straight ahead without fear of falling, making mistakes, they are not stopped by any structure to which they offered veneration, they know that things are They do or are not done, they do not expect to be glorified by anyone, their intuition guides them and they owed to the light.

History itself could forget them, but they know that their group, the one that has to continue will never do so, will want to label them, some flatters will want to be complacent with them, but they know they will not change who they are.

That I perceive, I am Dayami the deity of the river and I do not know if my certainties will be as I have thought them, but something tells me that there is never a certainty, only a journey where you advance with what you are and remove what no longer goes with you.

The deepest loneliness can lead us to various encounters, in the end, what stays by your side is what you are, and if that something is your reflection, just become welcome.

Author´s notes:

Anxaá Means soul in Nahuatl

Drawing of the author to crayola with free filter of PicsArt “The allegory of Dayami”