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: http://red.ilce.edu. mx / sites / el_otono_2014 / entrale / textcontext / tepoz / aztec.htm

Let us remember that Anxaá is the soul in Nahuatl.

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

Remember this post and the following 3 after this https://otramirada.work/2021/06/15/the-maidens-broken-flute/

Valis, show up!

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

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

El Mensajero

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Dayami addressed them the following words: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author’s Notes:

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

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

The inner journey to the fire

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

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

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author´s notes:

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

Filter, recreate, stage

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

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

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zila told all his companions:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author’s Notes:

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

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.

The route that I pursue in dreams

If you have felt that this person is to you and that even with everything against it, it will be that way, believe it is true, it is real.

“We are the world we live in, we yearn for the one we build, within its structures are the highest values ​​that we never start to meditate on whether or not they will be attainable, we simply pursue them”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

In what way We respond to the villagers who recently sheltered us and appreciated who we are?

This question became the thought that two beings who did not know each other physically but both asked the same question in different geographical positions, what was there between them for there to be compelling reasons for asking that question and not another question.

Well let’s see, Painani leaves Costa Rica and goes to her next position, on the way she senses that something is taking her sleep away, that something or someone senses her and does not understand the reason, she builds in her mind the words and voices of the settlers with who shared their ideas, all of them very attentive to trying to understand each other with their way of expressing themselves and conceiving the world from their Nahua vision.

Let us remember this passage:

If Painani accepted the offer in the Chorotega language of a nance liquor drink in a ceremonial clay pot and responded with the same words with which it was offered, even though he did not know the full meaning of these, it would immediately be accepted in the group as a trusted guest.

Then she remembered that moment and realized that many of the villagers considered her one more among them, someone who did not reject something they did not know, simply accepted it with full confidence, she half between them with a step that did not allow for mistrust and With this, he won the sympathy of many, especially the Shaman who warned him:

-You have the stone of a ritual as old as the world in its formation and it resides the magnetism of responses from other worlds that have to reach your intuition. , do not let emotions contaminate it, the intelligence that the body has accumulates what we are even before we are born, but there is a leap into the void that does not take the time for any reasoning; pay attention to the way someone has surrounded your aura, your anxxá, (soul) that is how you said it, and in that intimate space someone wants to enter, be cautious, be skilful and discover it. 

At the moment that Painani remembered those words from his belt, he extracted the stone that was given to him by the Mayans and placed it on his chest, exclaiming:

“The day there is no human power to make you give up, that day you will know what you are capable for love ”

We know who it is, of course, analyze carefully, he is the man who has sensed her through his path and has imagined her as an angel with winged feet.

This does not stop here, by placing the magnetized stone under the pulse of her heart Painani awakened forces of a power that was already created, but until now it became something evident to her as well, those nights of mental agitation of loss of sleep, no they were due to external circumstances but to the evident moment that she was living and that brought her closer to a coincident, unique and special position.

 “The Message sent by the tree”

Hora for his part felt that it was not his heart that was beating, it was not him, someone else was in that place where it was possible to open a magical and intimate portal, he dropped suddenly  for something He had never experienced before and recovering, his breath he approached a tree, he knew that they could act as messengers through its branches and, touching it with special tenderness, he whispered the following:

“Touch the soul

from the wind …

feel its beat

very inside.

Clamour out to for love

the one most longed”

Neither of them knew what would happen, but Painani understood that what the shaman told him was true, that it was not otherwise and only in that way, she was approaching the man who had surrounded her soul, he had held her together for a while, she didn’t know since when but she just understood already.

If you have felt that this person is to you and that even with everything against it, it will be that way, believe it is true, it is real.

Author´s notes:

Photo composition by the author:  “The Message sent by the tree”

Nothing is stronger than the truth

When you understand the power that you are versus the energy that recognizes you as equal, your life changes profoundly and fascinatingly.

“When magical thinking tells you what is true and an alternate reality that was not easy to conceive is installed in your mind, the world becomes something different, doors are opened to a new, stronger voice and functional ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

The sky showed a majestic signal that morning in the deep and vast sea that surrounded the eight navigators, no one was indifferent they immediately realized that the new moon marked the boundaries between the deities that covered the wide territory maritime and all trembled in awe of fascinating enthusiasm.

The fish in the sky

As evening fell, an impressive wall formed by the water surrounded them, a kind of insurmountable wall that seized their weak barge and made them understand the majestic power of Poseidon; it was impossible to perceive the horizon enclosed by the four cardinal points in that watery wall through which one could perceive the image of some fish swimming within it.

Zila talked Jacobo to make the conch sound before the wall of water fell suddenly and hopelessly and plunged them:

-Dayami has mentioned our project to him, our need to get alive to the other side of the vast sea,  he needs you to affirm that you are the possessor of the ceremonial conch, otherwise, we will not be able to get out of these majestic walls of water.

Jacobo forcefully filled his lungs with air and placed the conch on his lips, that instrument that had not been touched by any human let its strength be felt with a powerful tone that even impressed his companions.

The walls of water descended gradually and smoothly without even moving the barge of the eight custodians of light and a voice was heard in the heads of each one of them:

The true aspect of Poseidon

“Μπορώ να μετακινήσω εδάφη και θάλασσες, μπορώ να κάνω τα νησιά να προκύψουν από το πουθενά, αλλά εσείς, πέρα από το ότι είστε εκπρόσωποι της δύναμής, είστε το φως κάτι που δεν πρέπει νατης σκέψης. “

(I can move lands and seas, I can make islands arise out of nowhere, but you, beyond being spokesmen for my strength, are the light of something that must not be stopped by any deity and that is the power of one human before another to make the network of thought grow.)

The magic allowed each one to understand the words in Greek of that powerful voice and it was Jacobo the possessor of the conch shell who spoke:

-Mighty deity of the seas we would like to ask you if you ask the men to sacrifice horses so that your strength may be appeased.

Poseidon was present, allowing the waters that surrounded the barge to be subtly transparent until he perceived to them under the surface the presence of a beautiful seahorse that when moving the marine currents in its path formed small tridents with the water.

What serve would a land horse do me in the sea, when I am a horse that lives in the sea? Be careful, nothing is stronger than the truth, she is transparent and many men prefer shadows and deception to gain followers.

I am from the sea and my way is this and not another, now you know. I ask you to give that knowledge to those who value the truth and respect it, Dayami now knows that I do not collect my favours, that is a man’s thing, some act in the light of justice and others of deception.

Your passage through the vast sea has the protection of my allies. I see in the face of each one of you that you will not give up and that gives me the strength to accompany you to the waters of the winged serpent, you are welcome custodians of the light.

Having said this, the seas recovered their usual deep blue colour and each of the men looked at each other with a wide smile; in Zila’s head, Dayami spoke to him:

-Now we know a truth that has been illuminated under the signs of the magic that we are. Let’s move on!

Zila let his friends know and they all appreciated the free passage that Poseidon offered them, the deity moved away into the depths of that wonderful marine space.

When you understand the power that you are versus the energy that recognizes you as equal, your life changes profoundly and fascinatingly.

Author’s Notes:

Photo editing by the author of a photograph of Dmitry Andryushchenko taken at Lake Baikal in Siberia in Russia. “The fish in the sky”

Photographic composition of “The true image of Poseidon” with PicsArt filter Photographic