“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