The path that you only intuit, does not belong to anyone and can belong to everyone

If you have the complete information you can give it the use you want, if you have the power behind a magician, you can be powerful and achieve what you want but not forever. If your magic does not govern your ambition, you will be able to reach a deep knowledge of the truth that not everyone will understand.

“If your sensory range is limited, you have infinite options to make mistakes”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

The priestess of the Ometeotl temple, meditated in her enclosure analyzing her small magic gadgets and special powers:

<The Moon is defeated on its way by the Sun, on few occasions during the trip it manages to convince him, to negotiate for her life and her dreams; We never know the strength and scope of that deal.>

What she felt had not only been seen and caused panic in a wide territory that formed the crown of the Earth, what we know as the North Pole, for her it was imperceptible, difficult without a doubt it was imagining the true form of the vastness that inhabited together with other living beings. She affirmed with total security:

<Observing is not enough, feeling either, only with magic I make the thoughts make sense; energies change, some messages are repeated over time, they are phrases that I have heard and understood on the lips of others and that is a constant. Voices cross from one space to another.>

While she deliberates and enters the moments where her loneliness is the tool for analysis, in another part of the world the sea becomes an overwhelming force that wrenches calm in its wake from the once bucolic landscape: 

The man from the south contemplates the coast, great clouds are hovering over his head, he perceives that his hair has grown enough to cover it and hit him on the back, the large fish jump announcing something that he does not understand, they are dolphins or perhaps whales, he cannot know it in the distance …

Painani also observes the great hump of the great cetaceans that jump from where she is and carefully says:

<It always happens that when they leave the water they connect with the immensity of a world that they touch only a few seconds and that is enough for the magic to do its part>

None of them is aware of what happens in the places of the northern ice and the deep unease of a thousand It is for the settlers the omen of something fearsome for them is coming, but more than one Monarch will know how to use it to concentrate troops and make others bow to their interests.

If you have the complete information you can give it the use you want, if you have the power behind a magician, you can be powerful and achieve what you want but not forever. If your magic does not govern your ambition, you will be able to reach a deep knowledge of the truth that not everyone will understand.

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The book that was needed at last !!!

Each artist and creator uses magic in their own way and ignites ideas with it, it is time to decide that nothing will stop us and that is fabulous

If we are made of a substance that identifies us, each creator and artist recognizes it in their own materials, therefore, let’s keep doing magic, gentlemen!

Walk the path that united the Clan of the Bird Spell to social groups that identified with them and recognize the value they had to enter different parts of the planet and thanks to their unique qualities to be part of the sympathy of others, is part of this crossing.

With a unique way of visualizing the Gods and recognizing their strength they have to travel through unknown lands, they will discover solidarity, make alliances and great loves will emerge, their stories and achievements will transcend.

 It is a fictional story that allows us to look at the legends that have been told to us with a new strategy, the main aim is to value and reflect on the ideas that we have formed from life and with which we have prevailed through the centuries.

As many of you may have noticed, we are now moving towards the fourth book, which departs a bit from the idea of Bird Spell, however, it has characters that correspond to the previous ones, and form that magical link that transcends, The Messenger It is on the way and now we all know that possibly it will stop being a short story, but I do not know that either, the only certainty is that the world opens the door to unsuspected paths and reading them among lynxes allows us to be visionaries of our time.

A passage to remember

About the translation of A timeless Journey that I work already. Only he who believes knows the journey and its difficulties, but is never discouraged

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

About the translation of A timeless Journey that I work already

At the Master’s words, both women smiled, their happiness was overshadowed by melancholy, but fate, even with the possibility of being modified, had already set a course for all of them and it was necessary to move on.

That night before the bonfire they prepared, they remembered old times when seven sorceresses met with the Master at night to share their experiences, their opinions and listen to the always lively comments of each one of them that so delighted and enriched the soul and the thoughts.

Tears appeared at the loss of three of them, even though they knew they had never left, somehow the human feeling imposed a challenge that was difficult to overcome.

The Master spoke and decided to seal with a ritual runic and full of hope what the moment held for them and what they could expect in the days to come:

Together they invoked the strength of Odin and implored him for clarity in the rune roll, they let him know that their future projects and plans largely depend on it, instantly the fire crackled with force and a flame of blue tones made them feel that the presence of the Bird Spell Clan was present to witness this important moment in their lives.

The Moon is approaching Mars, Painani does not know it, she only observes

Brother or not of the Sun for her, Mars was not recognized as such, it was a dense and reddish glow that threatened the radiance of the radiant Moon, which for her would be and will be Coyolxahqui.

“Evil is not a matter of blood, nor race”

The messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

There came a moment of pressure for many nearby towns, Painani could stop at nothing, she recalled deep sadness, she knew that she had many weak points and that she could not face with the required agility some journeys, however, she could not be inclined to any other task than her own; the destination and the journey would put her to the test on various and different occasions, even without her anticipating it.

He looked at his reflection in the lake that served to refresh his aching feet, it was not the vision of the person he remembered; she realized that it was the day of the human offering and that the obsidian dagger would not pierce her chest, but that of a race sister.

The beating heart would be the catalyst for the forces where the Tlatoani of the Huitzilopochtli temple would render an account with the blood of a woman chosen to continue the times of peace in the surroundings where the Aztec empire sowed fear with its might.

The night came splendid and Painani looked up at the starry sky that next to the dazzling Coyolxauhqui, was a star that frightened her by its fierce tones lit in red and said to herself:

Conjunction of the Moon and Mars, that Painani doesn´t know

<Possibly you have drunk all the blood of the offering and now you are ready to attack with your dagger to end the beauty and freshness of the woman of every night. You will shorten her brightness, but certainly, she has to be reborn, as she always has.>  

Some memories leave our souls wounded and for Painani, her freedom meant the death of other women, therefore her commitment and her risk were worth it to be faced with courage, despite the fear and pain that she carried inside.

Brother or not of the Sun for her, Mars was not recognized as such, it was a dense and reddish glow that threatened the radiance of the radiant Moon, which for her would be and will be Coyolxahqui.

Photo of the Conjunction of the Moon and Mars

The Eagle and the Mud

Life is a gift that can sometimes be shared and allows us to look at others as if it were the mirror of who we are and we could leave behind or carry it as a fond memory forever.

“Only who creates knows what faced and how to save itself”

The Messenger

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

<If your expectations are higher than your reality you will be defeated and you will fall into the eternal mud>

When Painani heard within herself that sentence, her feet with swift and agile wings were stuck in the densest and darkest mud, the sharp squawking and strengthened by the freedom of the wind appeared on her horizon, there it was, it was the powerful eagle looking at her like a despicable being, that you can forget and follow the flight; however, she knew who it was and she alerted the Chichimecas tribe that in the past had obeyed him to plant themselves in an inhospitable place where making foundations would be a challenge, but they came from afar and listened to the energetic song of the eagle.

A group diverted his step and threw an ixtle rope at her. Painani did not know what to say her life had been saved by a group of strangers who looked at her in amazement; a man with a serene gaze and very long hair the colour of ash came to her:

  • What are you doing so distant from your people and your village?
  • I am a Painani with a mission, I must continue further, I appreciate your help.
  • You must be hungry and thirsty, accept the tamali and the fruits, you can sleep in the shelter and prepare for the long journey at dawn. My name is Miztli. I guess yours was lost in the temple.
Tamali
  • That’s Sir, I lost and I am Painani of the temple of Ometeotl.
  • In that case,  these lands will be remembered you as Tonalli, “the destiny and the wheel of time”
  • I gladly accept the first name that freedom has given me 

The woman covered in mud, bowed to the group and took the food they offered her, she felt grateful for such an honourable reception and when the women arrived they gave her clean clothes and a place to wash.

One of the women looked at her with joy and some anxiety when she said:

  • My name is Ameyali, I know that you have been released from the group, many of our sisters and daughters do not succeed, I feel that there is something unfair in all this, surely you have. If you come across the king’s Painani, those who bring him exotic fish and feathers from afar, none of them understand the value of a woman wrapped in winged omens, be careful.
  • In reverence of the name that all of you have given me, I will do everything possible to stay alive to the destination that has been marked for me.
  • What will you do if your paths cross and you have to stop passing?
  • As far as I know Ameyali we cannot do anything, time does not stop for anyone. The only thing I hope is to be able to take advantage of mine without falling prey to the clutches of anyone.

Dawn gave way to the chirping of some birds and with a smile of gratitude Painani Tonalli said goodbye to the group, people she would never see again and would carry their images in her memory, grateful and happy to have found them in their moments of misfortune.

Life is a gift that can sometimes be shared and allows us to look at others as if it were the mirror of who we are and we could leave behind or carry it as a fond memory forever.

Photo: Tamali: from the nahualt dialect Tamal, pre-Hispanic and ceremonial food that is consumed to date is prepared with corn

The first section of the journey

History in a space, where time celebrates its Gods, where life is strengthened by the fate of the most favoured and gifted. The memory is enough to understand how we have progressed and in what way we remain the same.

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

“In her mind, the memory would be like a dagger in the soul”

The messenger

She had saved her from certain death, while she gave her a difficult task, nothing was certain, absolutely nothing; she sensed Ocelotl’s stalking gaze behind her, but the feline did not approach her, cautiously following her from a distance.

Ometeotl

She recalled what she was told in the previous interview when she was chosen to give herself to the woman who saw Ometeotl as the ruler of the whole:

<If perhaps your intuition resides in the material, you must accept the transfer of souls, in this way you will realize that nothing is eternal and only in that way you leave the task to others. But if you are willing to accept everything that comes your way and follow the path of Painani, the goal and the glory must be yours>

However, she did not see the glory, she felt hunger and fatigue, thirst and fear of being stalked by beasts that did not have the watchdog talent of Ocelotl, of men with rapacious lust who wanted to take possession of her.

But she was trained to run with the agility of date, of a bird that gets lost in the paths of the fields and skilfully surrounds lakes and valleys, her life depended largely on speed to meet the daily challenge and up to date. next, same.

Now it was enough to be prudent and follow Citlali who shines on high and has to hide when Huitzilopochtli reigns the firmament again, he will soon tear again the white subtlety of Coyolxauhqui, in a few days she will look shattered at the top, she will take time to recover, but she always succeeds and returns to her reigning position and with that winning shine.

 She looked up in the sky and exclaimed:

Lady of the night skies gives me your energy and strength I surrender and trust in you, give me strength to face the God whose fire will temper my spirit and bend my strength, I must be reborn just like you with all the strength to fulfil my destiny.

A long journey awaited the woman with the winged feet, she was not broken, she was still grateful that she was not the maiden that in a few days they will deliver to the temple of sacrifices, where the Sun God will claim her blood.

Author’s note, reference to the link: It was the first divine manifestation that gave rise to everything. In the native Mexican language, the word “God” does not exist as such. But in their language, the word “Ometeotl” encompasses the creator of everything, the beginning, the only one. As in everything we see there are these positive and negative particles, likewise in everything we have contact with and within us.

Loose leaves

Recalling passages from The Timeless Journey that I now intend to translate, I find one of the most charming passages, a dialogue between Amin and his beloved Sie

Some esencial parts of my work

A little bit passage in The timeless Journey

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa:

Recalling passages from The Timeless Journey that I now intend to translate, I find one of the most charming passages, a dialogue between Amin and his beloved Sie:

The same thing happens with the one he writes and in his constant work he ends up discovering his reason for living, by placing the very essence of his experience in what he does, only then does he transform it into art.

Sie, looked at him in amazement and firmly she pointed out:

– Only he will leave his art at the moment that life itself extinguishes his strength and brilliance, because everything that is done with passion is definitely a constant surrender.

They both looked at each other and, smiling, they recognized that the beauty of everything that surrounded them at that moment in their lives made sense.

To which Amin points out:

-Inquiring, empowering, recognizing and not abandoning are qualities of the alchemist and we all carry one within us, an enhancer in search of excellence and perfection.

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A piece of good news to spread to all

The book and its protagonist are fundamental on the cover

About Bird Spell 

First of all remember that the group of the Bird Spell Clan is a group that searches the world for those it can enlighten, it is not their idea of life in freedom to indoctrinate or bend, or to gain privileges thanks to their abilities. The story does not end, of course, this is the first book of Bird Spell.

The place where all the characters live is a place in the world that, like in other latitudes, sorcery begins a journey that is not understood in most cases, among myths in the face of the unknown, life tries to make its way towards the In the light of knowledge, It is not easy, there are groups that, like now, hold power, buy the privileges and favors of some and sow fear in others. Mythology and the arts of intuition will soon make their way to impose values ​​and give prominence to stories whose logic will remain in the minds of future generations impressively. 

Many will be motivated to move entire armies under the watchful eye of the King’s astrologer. Collecting taxes will be one of the tasks of the lord of the Earth, and what better way than to house this necessary imposition under the tutelage of Taurus or other mythic monsters. It is not difficult for all of you to intuit the path that awaits Bird and Star.

Many people, not necessarily astrologers, have realized that humanity in its periods of calm, only fits the mold that corresponds to it and its dynamism is motivated by the time it takes to erect monuments and temples, thanks to which it justifies them, and it is necessarily involved in repeating stories.

 I will not need to take such a distant leap, most know what it takes to understand what he lives now. I only trust that people who are now young enough to be indoctrinated, find someone like Mantis in their lives growing up, or can be reflected in the gaze of someone who rescues their power to marvel at life as Sun did. 

Make you doubt everything that cannot be changed because it is a dogma of faith and help you close the door of conventionalism when necessary, not when it can no longer be otherwise, as Sie will try. 

Let us remember that this story is fiction, in it, I modify many of the beliefs that are taken for granted and learned by oral or written tradition, in the next book you will be able to see more easily the relationship that could exist between the gods and their humanized version, what a change the possibility presents us.

Let´s and we´ll see.

The Messenger

There is a journey to conclude and another to begin and that is what life is about.

Short story by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

“Every passion will take you to the place you cannot escape from”

the Messenger

How does a messenger choose you? when most of the time it is supposed to be the other way around … what I can say is that someone who chooses for you is dedicated to launching messages that only you can decipher.

How does a messenger choose you? When is easier most that be in another way around … What I can say is that someone who chooses for you, is dedicated to launching messages that only you can decipher.

-Well, I offer you a small lamp, if you need it, it will be near you.

-No, I told you blindly and that’s what I propose to do.

At some point in history, we will know who makes up this dialogue, now we are going to enter that mysterious space where one of the characters has decided to grope:

In this search, I go blind, it is more I confess that I do not intend to appear through the portal that gave me signals on some occasions.

Under the lurk of the ounce, with fear in the soul and at the same time that itch that tells you that you have entered a unique and definitive adventure, followed the path that no one would have understood in their right mind, or their worldly responsibilities.

Later, the flight of the condor served as a shadow, throughout that journey he carried in his soul the spirit of the winged feet, not because he had decided, simply because it was the dictates of his heart and he had finally met the soul that belonged to him. projected.

Recognizing puzzles in sowing time, understanding the time of all the rains was his skill, but he never forgot the spirit that was chasing him and that he was willing to reach as it was and in the time it will take him to achieve it.

Along the way he met those people who can be diluted from memory like watercolor strokes, also those who form a detailed image in the first strokes, those who do not fade over time, and the others, who are like the Layers of paint that you place and become a definitive oil where the colors give atmosphere to the memory and remain in your soul and your senses.

His time has come, I enjoy the trip, he rooted himself in the field of the majestic magic of the being with the winged feet and like the thin smoke he made a trip that apparently would be his last but it was not.

There is a journey to conclude and another to begin and that is what life is about, we go from one place to other spinning stories and defining sunrises, it only remains to go through the shadows to understand the value of the light that transforms us, we are the memory that is transformed into the layers of the canvas itself and fades over time.

Our thinking is tied to that of thousands who think and feel similar to us, we are then the layer of colour that covers the collective thought of the past and transforms it into something different in the present.

Author´s photo: “I go blind”

Mantis the sorceress in Crete

I like to remember some passages about the first book to all of you, now that I’m editing the paper book

Is very special to remember some of her phrases:

She plays a relevant role in the story beyond the life of the creature that was left under her guardianship.

The ancient Greek art of reading the waxes of a candle, the most valuable instrument of Mantis

<The thread of time weaves life and unravels stories with the same force, we just have to give events time to recognize ourselves in them.>

Some passages are so important to remember

<When someone does not look you in the face and says something very nice, I need to untrust him… Maybe he would have to respond to the one who actually brought him here. It’s definitely not me.>

Author’s photograph: “The candles speak”