His name gave meaning to everything

Sometimes you can get far enough away from known space, you can believe that this will change your mood and your outlook, you could be wrong.

“The past is so different from the future since it houses what you cannot recognize when you position yourself in it”   

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

We Still do not know the name of the Ometeotl priestess, it is necessary to highlight who is owed and who she trusts to achieve objectives that are not common to all, within her diligent observations of the sky, she realizes that both the moon and the Sun when embracing in some way define a common form between them, Huitzilopochtli is a war strategist and before her, he adapts to their forms, he blends in with their desires and in this sense, they evoke the great beginnings together.

She does not exist without him for those who observe her, under this premise her strength is in the constant dialogues that they execute before the eyes of the beings that inhabit the known world and the one that has not been discovered.

Life flowed differently for her, her contemporaries nevertheless loved power and under those terms, they were going to engage in blood battles; They tried by all means to preserve certain intact knowledge, they engraved it in the stone of the temples; For Ometeotl, however, everything is in constant motion, for this reason, she argued:

“The processes that preserve life are and will be factors of change, without movement there is no life and no knowledge”

In those deliberations that entertained her dawns, arrived the Tlatoani of the Temple of the Moon and said:

– Erandi, observed that you meditate with the full awareness that there are battles that are coming.

She looked at him with bewilderment and pointed out:

  • I do not like that people are attacked for possessions and power, you know that.
  • We can do nothing, no magic dominates that warrior’s strength, his blood lust takes hold of an ever-growing group, the promises of wealth to those who achieve the victory of our race is a fact.
  • I have seen fire, eliminating the trail from the path of others, I have seen the might of our devastating everything that prevents the consolidation of the Tenochca Empire. I have to tell you a secret: 

“All the spilled blood will not go unpunished, there is a force whose advance will be fatal and I still cannot understand it, my rod was broken, precisely when I felt a power from the place where the sun appears, the spike that feeds the town was broken, there will be destruction, Huey Tlatoani believed himself invincible, his lineage will not achieve what was agreed in the land itself, something has to change forever. ”

That said, both visionaries looked at each other with sad eyes. In another part of the vast continent, the man from the south sleeps without wanting to wake up, his dream is pleasant, he observes the passage of a figure that he does not recognize and relates to an angel walking floats above the waters and all land surfaces, his feet fly, he does not touch the ground, he is extraordinarily light and his fantasy is pleasant until the flies bite his face and the ants bite his legs and he wakes up angry and in pain.

He realizes that there is a path that others travel and whose purposes are not the same as those he has in mind, he wonders what path someone would travel in flight and without stopping, where his route will take him and if it is just a message that he must decipher.

Painani will not know about him, that’s what we know, but somehow she will leave traces in his memory that could be useful or create a crisis for him; They do not speak the same language, they do not know the same rituals, the only thing that unites them is their need to get to where they are not recognized.

Sometimes you can get far enough away from known space, you can believe that this will change your mood and your outlook, you could be wrong.

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Author’s note Erandi means sunrise in the Nahuatl language

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.

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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Coyolxauhqui will speak through the green reed

Each one has a task to fulfill, be it mystical or part of an adventure to find the best that life can offer us, if your rod bends, analyze its message and do not hesitate, do not shake your hand; just let yourself be carried away by what you feel.

Short Story by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

“How distant is the horizon where your dreams rest?

 The Messenger 

Decide nothing and choose nothing, do not reveal your sleepless hours on the wrong path. Thinking thoroughly is a slow process and we cannot immediately see the big picture; be laborious and leave intuition to the background at uncertain times. Now I withdraw and go to the symbols.

Painani looked at her with astonished eyes but could not see those of the lady that remained bandaged.

  • Okay, I’ll retire and start the journey …

Painani stands on the threshold of the temple, she is waiting for an answer from  Tlatoani or waits that she would remove her blindfold.

  • Go ahead, go ahead, you will not see my eyes this time, I must retain your essence and if I observe you it will not be possible! Remember everything we talked about, let the immense light of Coyolxauhqui be your guide.

The woman with agile feet retired under the immense moon that shone lighting her path, to lose herself on the horizon, her heart beating with fear and excitement at the same time.

The solitude of Tlatoani

The woman took a robust reed in her hands and walked to the upper esplanade of the temple to speak with the goddess Coyolxauhqui:

  • Beloved lady moon who shines, and integrates into the firm sky of stars, before facing the battle with the warrior daytime, tell me if I should know some new sign in the sky?
Coyolxauhqui

That said, the woman from the temple of the Moon offered up a green reed, robust and at the same time tender, her long hair with shades of obsidian and silver lifted with the force of the wind that invaded that space lost in the immensity of time and of which we only know traces.

The junk bent giving its signal and alert in this way, the woman knew what all this meant, but there were mysteries that would be revealed later:

The watermark points east
  • Lady, Coyolxauhqui, I understand that I must not only be vigilant of the North and the South but a water symbol also that challenges my imagination.

Tlatoani, watchwoman of the lunar temple closed her eyes and traveled with her essence towards the East, she arrived at the place where the salty waters gently and whisper the limits of the land of subtle sands and snails. She penetrated the skin of the thickly blue-hued water. She only observed the sea beasts that appeared in leaps to welcome her imperturbable and traveling soul and said to herself:

<Perhaps what I do not know will be impossible for me to perceive, perhaps it is not his time yet, I only understand that I must maintain myself. alert to this omen>

Each one has a task to fulfill, be it mystical or part of an adventure to find the best that life can offer us, if your rod bends, analyze its message and do not hesitate, do not shake your hand; just let yourself be carried away by what you feel.

Drawing of the Goddess Coyolxauhqui from Engineer Juan Carlos Estudillo’s Blog

Note from the author, it definitely alludes also to the water rune “Laguz” in German, the body of water, Anglo-Saxon, “Lagu”, seawater.

The shocking moment that no one witnessed

Some battles occur in the most resounding of silences of which we will never know and sometimes everything depends on them.

The Beginnings 

The Bridge, Second Chapter

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

Barderian with the shattered soul proceeded to dissect the brain of Raudek Vilob, the love of his life and giver of the vital energy that allowed him to energize every adventure, trip, endeavor, however difficult it was, she was like his vibrant light, in every task that he did, she allowed him to achieve the impossible always.

With the support of Yertei and Ontyl and advised by the entire team installed on the Moon of Medreos, they proceeded to the surgery, Barderian knew that he had to return to Eggya and spread the message of Vilob, it was important that the people knew it and were prepared by the time it all came to an end

Everyone will remember  Barderian’s depressing look, trying to be strong so as not mourn out in front of the cameras, only those close to him understood what all that was about, for other people their intuition pointed out everything they were going through, in general, there was not a day that it was not known that some other territory near the central star was dying or exploding, causing clouds of dust and falling rocks that had once been beautiful planting landscapes, literally death fell in pieces from the skies.

His last warning was to indicate that he would undertake the trip to the place with the key to the portal of stars, which he had already told them in advance, his success would prevent him from returning and his failure would not allow him to let know to anyone, he noticed them that he entrusted the future maneuvers in the hands of the team of pilots, among which were Yilia and Taige.

When he fulfilled the last wish of his beloved Raudek Vilop, head down he went to the shed where he kept his aircraft, seized with deep nostalgia, he imagined that he would feel in his body or head the voices of each of the Drieden who now they were part of his central nervous system, which would be able to shake his marrow with the presence of Raudek, who could sense it, but it was not like that.

Each dendrite was optimally integrated into his body until they became part of his being, he could not recognize among the dendrites of  Drieden and the other normal beings that now were part of his being. Nor did he know if realized all that, what was certain is that those living beings were now the electrical interconnections within their organism.

He prepared the ship to take the leap that would remove him forever from all known, his mind was playing a charade, that kind of riddle where the closest memory was his burned body without being able to penetrate the threshold and his need to return alone, just like he had done it months ago.

This time there was no return, the affront was to die or live facing a world that he did not know, of which he knew nothing and in which perhaps he would not have the opportunity to announce it to anyone.

Reach the Threshold where there is no turning back, the options are limited, live or die

The portal was in front of him, he arranged the machine horizontally and reduced its dimensions, as close to his body perimeter; like a gust, it launched itself to penetrate that place that we know as the Cave Nebula and that would later carry with pride for each Eggyan that of the Barderian Corridor.

He felt every inch of his body burn, the fireball that was his ship was pulverized exploding into pieces, his last words were:

“My love, Raudek, we are dead with everyone else this was useless”

A cloud of gases surrounded Barderian’s body who shuddered in a terrifying moan when his limbs shattered and he heard no more from him. The ship was just pieces of red-hot metal that melted, dripping in weightless volutes into the vastness of that site that gave life to thousands of stars.

Suddenly he felt aware of being a speck surrounded by others that he could not recognize and neither did they, Barderian or what was left of him, articulated an idea in his empty ether nor whatever allowed him to still think:

“I am the shipwreck of my arrogance with all of you, we fall without knowing where and even when we float in nothingness, we sink in an eternal sway where we cease to exist, the eternal revelation of an exodus motivated us and now we are pieces of stardust in the immensity of the cosmos “

That fluid without weight, elastic, ethereal, shone turning into a swaying of golden, translucent tones, where nothing and nobody heard anything, an echo crackled in the distance, the portal left behind had been crossed with Barderian and the others that perceive it. 

A silence where the wind of the fiery fire was extinguished was the only certain thing, but the uncertainty of being steam was still present in the mind of Ingerin Barderian, who refused to lose identity still lifeless, despite death itself.

Then the inconceivable happened, a fabulous fire approaches without being heard, without crackle and flames, a bolide of soft tones moves towards what remains of Barderian; he feels imprisoned in a kind of veil that contains him and he cannot avoid the proximity of that diffuse presence that he perceives without seeing it.

Perhaps the others who accompany the scattered remains of what is no longer Barderian}, feel the same but no one can know it between them; then they are impacted by the force of that mass that surrounds them without invading them, without attacking them and a thunderous noise screams without a voice, but penetrating every fiber of their weightless fluid:

“Barderian, our task together is just beginning, prepare cause that this will not be easy“

For all those who have followed the story, they know perfectly who it is and the work they will do together for the defense of the world where hope lives.

Some battles occur in the most resounding of silences of which we will never know and sometimes everything depends on them.

Photo of the Cave Nebula

Life, death, and hope.

Why does everything turn out to be a lifetime’s trajectory for us, why is what we inherited thrown away, why did we decide to kill ourselves, without understanding that something more powerful could annihilate us? Maybe there are no simple answers and no easy solutions, but it is good to think about it.

The beginnings

The Bridge, second Chapter 

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

On Earth in the present time of history Citlali, Sofía and Zila wait in the gynecological office of the assisted pregnancy laboratory; They do not say a word they are nervous and expectant when the doctor enters and points out:

– Mrs. Citlali will have to stay to perform some tests, it is something simple, basically the levels of oxytocin and some other elements that the endometrium requires to properly fix the child, whose growth so far is adequate and is in optimal health.

At that moment Zila receives a message:

<We are waiting for you in two hours, I sent you the location of the place where our meeting will be, thank you very much Professor Zila.>

– Well, I have an unavoidable commitment in two hours …

– Go easy on my son I will be aware of the details and accompanying Citlali.

The couple says goodbye with a romantic kiss.

In the past in distant Eggya, Barderian enters his house smiling, it is as if from behind he could observe the tree that his mother urged him to plant; the telephone rings insistently and on the other side of the receiver a breathless and distant voice shouts desperately:

– Barderian, we need your help, I call you from moon Piple’s, the waters of the rivers began to boil, we fled to the mountains, many fishermen perished, it was unexpected there was no time for anything, possibly it is the nucleus, I do not know if the star magnetizes it. Gather your team, It’s … ooosss …

– The signal was cut, another emergency in a short time, we already lost the area Yberil, now this.

Barederian dials another number and asks for all the help they can offer him, he runs to his Vector and desperately removes everything that is inside, shouting to himself:

<We need space, every living being that we can save, needs this space!>

In the distance, he observes Moon Piple’s, whose tonalities fluctuate due to the temperature changes they are undergoing. Ingerin knows that he cannot accelerate his machine any further, his gaze is flooded with tears of rage and impotence.

Fly over the sinister area on the tributary of the river that leads to the sea, thousands of Odré worms float, the food that gave sustenance to various areas Eggyan, the cereal fields are destroyed, ashes and wisps of smoke rise on the horizon; not only are there Odré worms in the waters, bodies with exposed bones also boiled in the angry waters of rivers and seas.

Barderian approaches the skin of that fiery and boiling sea and with one of the arms of his vector takes a sample of water in a test tube to take it for analysis. He turns angrily towards the mountain, the only place where he can find living beings.

He listens on the radio to another veteran who calls him desperately:

– Barderian, this is not going to end is the star we have to find another place!

– Tai wants to go to deep space but we cannot risk people, we do not have resources for a challenge of such magnitude. At the moment we are the only resource that all these people have, move them, distribute them in the most remote areas and keep looking.

Before Barderian’s eyes are the fields where pimelin bushes grow, people pack what they can before climbing into his ship; for him, this vision is something else, the prognosis is terrifying.

A child approaches him with tears in his eyes and Barderian responds:

– Now we are family, we all are.

Before Barderian’s eyes are the fields where pimelin bushes grow, people pack what they can before climbing into his ship

On Earth, the Eggyans see Zila’s single-engine approach, they welcome it with warmth and joy; Vidra watches him carefully and offers him a seat in the living room, Tai and Yilia smile, the others take their seats. Tai raises his hand towards Vidra, Zila observes each one of them carefully and observes Vidra with special attention, the silence is total and there is an atmosphere of peace in that place:

<We appreciate your support, the group of leaders mystics has managed to establish the bridge, their ancestors joined forces with us>

These words are not heard in the living room, Zila hears them in his head, for him, there are no surprises, the clear certainty impacts him and at the same time recognizes that his own voice is weak for all of them, despite this, they try to answer in the same way:

<The universe is surprising, fulfilling a task of such magnitude has taken us too long, but the test is real, it is possible. Who are the enhancers? >

Tai decides to answer Zila:

<Driedens, dear Professor Zila, the equivalent of mystical leaders of your planetary system.>

Why does everything turn out to be a lifetime’s trajectory for us, why is what we inherited thrown away, why did we decide to kill ourselves, without understanding that something more powerful could annihilate us? Maybe there are no simple answers and no easy solutions, but it is good to think about it.

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