The maiden’s broken flute

The power of the mind can help sometimes, sometimes it is not possible to enter the thoughts of others with the ease that you want and it is history that accounts for it.

“The hunter is not afraid unless the prey catches him first; when you are not the prey but the sacrifice, it is your will that decides, but not always ”

The Messenger

The goddess Coyolxauhqui has a millenary history that was embedded in the soul of the inhabitants, which was mixed with the idea of ​​the Virgin who became pregnant by the grace of a God who was not yet known in this territory, but who served the evangelizers in a timely manner.

Sweeping the Temple in which Erandi was now meditating, was how she keeps a feather between her clothes and it impregnates her with the strong and audacious warrior Hutizilopochtli, who is born as an adult tearing his mother’s womb with his dagger.

Deep within the thoughts of the priestess there was another story, one that her conscience dictated:

“It is not death that unites them, she is not reborn, she simply changes as she walks through the immense star stage”

The noise of the feather headdress of Tlatoani, sways with the wind as he listens carefully to the words of his ritual companion and exclaims:

  • Your thoughts in other people’s ears can set you a certain and deadly trap, it is not worth putting words of reason in the deaf ears of who have created a structure for the domination and preservation of what has already been established.

Erandi looked at him serenely and with his hand he caressed the face of the man who tried by all means to protect her:

  • I understand that breaking beliefs that have a reason for others does not have good results, nor in my position is it possible, without it I could not do the opposite. Have you imagined that many of the skywatchers must think in the same way and prefer to be silent? From the star – smoking, until Tonatiuh; If we did not have full knowledge of all these data, neither Tonalpohualli nor Xiuhpohualli would give way to the festivities of the lord of the south; the ceremony of the new fire arrives on time when both calendars coincide.
  • This is right, beloved Erandi;  the lord of the north has to wait for his Toxcatl, but the maidens have to break their flutes before the coincidence of which you have spoken and we cannot change it. 

It is important to point out that even now all those who are part of an idea that differentiates them from others, who does not join the herd, who tries to look at reality from another perspective, must be pointed out if they openly declare themselves alien to what the group thinks.

They can be openly discriminated against for their mistakes, their lack of knowledge of the other, for not meeting certain circumstances,they can be relegated because the group decides that itsn´t  possible and healthy for them, of course it happens.

To Hutizilopochtli, among the Aztecs, the South corresponded to him and the North to the powerful lord of the shadows, the being to whom the dean Ana Pérez Riv paid tribute and recognized the powers of the occult, Tezcatlipoca, of course.

They say that Hernán Cortez uses an eclipse to subdue the inhabitants, thinking that they did not know it but it is important to clarify that they had a valuable job of predicting eclipses to those who feared because of the power they attributed to him from the deep mysteries that they could not be subdued by anyone and that is the reason why they offered sacrifices to Tezcatlipoca in a special ceremony called Toxcatl.

They had knowledge of the revolution of Venus and the calendars mentioned above Tonalpohualli, had 260 days and was exclusive for everything related to divinations; and Xiuhpohualli with 365, by means of which the cycle of crops and agricultural times were regulated and when both coincided the date that added 52 years was given and the ceremony of the New Fire was necessary, otherwise the return and continuity could succumb of stellar positions and appearances, where Mars and the Moon played an essential role in the same way.

Erandi, did not conceive that the relationship of the movements of the stars could be stopped by the blood of humans in sacrifice, the universe above was indifferent, their paths were there to explain constants, but she could not say it and when she did not achieve it she would have to use of other means so that this was known before others who only guessed, mixed their own ideas to the fact.

The power of the mind can help sometimes, sometimes it is not possible to enter the thoughts of others with the ease that you want and it is history that accounts for it.

Photo: Huitzilopochtli the brave warrior from the Codex Telleriano-Remensis

The Sun Stone of the Aztec calendar that has in the center the leader of the sky Tonatiuh (source Wikipedia)

The Smokey-Star means Comet

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.

The secret agreement between the Moon and the Sun in the new lands of the north

The world expects us to be what is needed of us, only just rebellion will make us what we are and preserve our independence.

“You will have messages from the future but not the one you read in the segments of a fruit, that which is really what will come”

The Messenger

The priestess looked with care, her tools to discover what her body sensed, they were messages different from what she had received before, it was time to understand that sometimes there are stellar agreements that we do not know, that we can only feel and surprise ourselves and that mark the beginning of something completely new.

With agile manoeuvring, she threw her sticks for guess what they were saying, there was again the friendly feeling of Ometeotl, she understood the mystery of a commitment of those that are difficult to break because they do not come from the one who looks at you in the face, but from that, you still do not know and that may set the tone for your steps and your goals. 

She knew that her questions would be capable of total changes, those that her eyes would not see in the future that is projected in that being for the simple fact that you are the one who allows him to walk on your path and rule with the truth what he touches.

Away from all that concentration and ideals, with her heart in suspense, Painani continues on her way, her feet aching and her soul broken by the fear of what she has recently experienced, the sands gave way to the rocks that she had to avoid with careful steps, bandaging her feet. with the skin of the fish that served as food.

She observed the horizon that she left behind, the north that was not the same as her tutor was observing, but in the end, a place that was the navel that saw her birth and that she would never see again, she sighed with the fear of not understanding that her she was waiting and at the same time encouraged by the new dawns she sensed.

Nothing we know helps us understand what we do not know, but some beings cross the jungle with a different spirit and one of them was the man from the south:

He manages to create a favourable vision of his successes, none of them will give him certainty, his value judgments are no longer tied to those of a group, he travels alone with his resources and his decisions will speak for him, no one else will.

The condor observes the passage of the man from the south

The sky showed its implacable fury and was able to penetrate the fortress that a waterfall offered him, joyfully he received the most fascinating bath of the way and he meditated to himself:

For the man from the south to think how the group was almost always a burden, now in their moments of loneliness in that immense place, everything was different, to compete being the strongest, the best, the one who was right and the one who adhered to the decisions of the group, it was no longer necessary.

But this would not be forever, his times and schedules would be fragmented by what awaited him, his destination was not the hermitage, but a vast valley populated by others where his life would have meaning, but he still did not know it.

Compositions by the author with PicArt’s free filter
Reference of the fruit segments that is nothing other than the meridians of the earth.
Photograph “The condor observes the man from the south” by the author

No character dies adrift

In life some allies come our way and show us with their perseverance that life is a fascinating journey, we are never alone if we know how to recognize them and be part of them.

“Every forgetfulness returns, all moments are history”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

Taking charge of what we have built, we comment on it and we do that; otherwise, we lose the common thread of the scene that we have to live. the man from the South with all the determination launched an unexpected message of those that are only conceived when the journey needs them when there is no other way to attend to the listener.

Then he looked around and realized that the ounce was only looking at him in the distance, his territory reached that place, there was no time to change the plan, her moment was no longer that, the man observed her with those quiet nostalgia that as the days went by, he had ceased to be afraid of becoming his prey and to understand that she only took care of the passage in her territory and her space.

The man raised his arms to the sky, grateful to have managed to reach the limit of the world he knew and at the same time understand that his passage through the new path would be plagued with new predators and possibly some friends.

He felt how the shadow of a huge condor covered his body and encouraged him to continue, nothing could come between the open space of the sky and its imposing landscapes, so determined and with a firm step, he continued towards the unknown and made his way with that energy that gives him hope.

In another part of the vast continent whose name would bury stories and build others, Painani observes the piece of flint that will help her build a hunting spear and a means of sustenance; Now she knows that she is not alone, she decided one path and left the other, the bifurcation disappears as the days go by, with the career that she has been slow and constant, not abandoning is the best advice her tutor could give her and she knows it.

How many others would do the same in the course of their time, build instruments to use them and achieve their purposes? Nobody knows but what she now recognizes is that what is thought and shared creates an echo in the distance and leaves a path to follow or simply abandon.

She kept her obsidian weapon and moved away from the place where others could smell her, feel her, stalk her, covered her face with mud and her invisibility made her stronger, it is impossible to defeat a warrior disguised, her camouflage is a talent learned in that place. where it became what it now is.

The sea appeared before her eyes and she remembered the words of those who helped her at the beginning of her journey, beautiful, greenish-blue like the look of love that waits with patience and tenderness and she felt its rhythmic sway and understood that the adventure was about to change her mind. life forever, with vigour and without being entertained, she followed the path of golden sands, understanding the song of the conches and their secrets.

The intelligence of the priestess in the temple of Ometeotl had warned her of the singing of sirens, and at the same time of the immense value that a conch has to transmit messages and be part of them. Painani drew in her mind the face of that beloved teacher who set her on a path that she had possibly only travelled with the power of imagination, that intuition that had given her the absolute magic to move in the distance and perhaps in time.

The immense sea showed the solar semicircle when it vanished, losing itself in the depths of its depths; but he never stopped touching her skin, erasing her tracks as a sign of complicity, sheltering her person so as not to be persecuted by anyone who wanted to harm her.

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That thin bridge that not everyone crosses

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Sometimes you realize that something does not close but your need to have someone to listen to you prevents you from seeing reality, you do not want to see it and you continue on that path of sparks where not everything is clear.

The sincerity is a narrow and fragile bridge to which not everyone is allowed to reach the other side safely.

The worst scenario is that you are no longer willing to be blindly loyal and put all the apples in a single basket, so you continue to share fruits in other spaces, with friendship, with smiles, avoiding those who want to bite the fruit without giving a Thank you.

You go to the portal where someone decides to take a part of the apples and does not eat them, he leaves them in his window and waits for the stars to illuminate them; then it makes you return, perhaps fortune has been placed in the exact space of your dreams, then that apple is valued because it integrally forms more than just that.

You invite him to weave a subtle fabric of stories, these stories match the tones that both of them use, neither is great at all, they are simple mortals who found some complicity in their stars and constellations and took the risk to see if this is really such as the stars point out.

Actually, it is not necessary to know how to listen to the stars, they have been there for millennia dictating their alertness and their joy to all equally; Only the one who knows how to listen is because he has learned to do it after hitting the reality that kept him frustrated and tormented with not changes around.

It may be that in all this magic is not built for an infinite time, but no one has come here to stay forever; At the first moment, we already know when they lie to us and we let ourselves be carried away until we discover what it was about, in the same way when it is different.

We are surprised to notice the need to please your terms and look in your mirror, just we move forward taking into account that all adventures have accomplices, even the most outlandish and angry personalities can be part of your literary plans. But into the real-life y so different the matter is separate,  the sincerity is a narrow and fragile bridge to which not everyone is allowed to reach the other side safely.

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.

Reflections to conclude the short story

It only remains to reinvent ourselves and decide what follows in our own existence, to understand that reaching the other shore without burdens, without beasts that attack the soul is not a matter of now but part of a constant in the history of humanity

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

“There are issues that we cannot transfer to reason, because the heart refuses”

The Messenger

We are not aware that this happened, the only one who learned from this was the one who transcended history that it was and she is undoubtedly Ana Perez Riv; She, based on intuition, followed someone’s trail, was able to look through the mirror, recognize that it was not her who was in the reflection and advanced through the threshold that was now open. Not everyone can pass, it is necessary to have something that not everyone has.

Within the fantastic genealogy, we recognize that everything returns with a different and magical form at times; That is why she carefully preserves the smoking mirror of Tezcatlipoca in her enclosure.

Now, Ometeotl, it is for the sensor, and sensitive network that gives way to the voice of the eternal and we once again find ourselves with the value of that impressive aspect that is a great instrument that we all have and that Raudek Vilob along with Ingerin Barderian recognized thanks to the Driedens, I mean the brain.

Who inhabits the construction of dual memory in the ancestral life of the roots that Ana Pérez Riv will never forget?

Ometecuhtli and Omecihuatl, also known as Ometeotl, place the human soul in a skull, give it life by forming it of both thoughts, the masculine and the feminine in the same being that is nothing other than the recognition of the integral human, as we see it, in the illustration:

Ometecuhtli and Omecihuatl, also known as Ometeotl, the duality

What about the other environments that we hardly touch?

Trade, migrations and the mixtures between different cultures brought prisoners in a boat with the promise of freedom to the shores of what the Spanish called “La Villa Rica” Veracruz. The Eastside of a sea that did not help her see What would happen possibly years later, in that way the priestess of the temple of the Moon and possessor of the gifts of Ometeotl, divined and sensed that there was hope in some and desires of possession in others.

He who travelled his journey from the South to the North, would not meet Painani, but she would transmit to him on his journey a millenary knowledge that his mind would not possibly understand when he became clouded with the beliefs that would reach him to make him part of the indoctrinated.

It only remains to reinvent ourselves and decide what follows in our own existence, to understand that reaching the other shore without burdens, without beasts that attack the soul is not a matter of now but part of a constant in the history of humanity. Taking charge of what we have built sometimes limits progress and the freedom to be different.

Author’s note: It is important to recognize that not only does the Aztec culture refer to the consideration of duality as an integral part of being, this is the example of The Messenger: Hermes had all kinds of romances. The most important of his descendants was the god Pan, born from his relationship with a nymph. From his affair with Aphrodite the beautiful Hermaphrodite was born, who later also acquired feminine features due to a nymph.

Undoubtedly the representation of the winged god of communication is not exclusive to one gender and is dual back and forth, interconnects and widens the sense of reality that we are.

For alchemy a perpetual flame is necessary

Life imposes tests on us, fills us with surprises, amazes us, and leaves us thinking about the next step, sometimes it is what we already know and sometimes what we never imagined.

Chapter The Bridge

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

The question that hung in the air in the conversations after the frugal food intake was how they had achieved such a feat, advancing to an unknown horizon and allowing by “The sondonite operation” that they establish conversations in the native language as  “newly discovered” a term used head Borisnov who formulating the question.

Captain Algyen -that in reality such an appointment did not exist among the Eggyans, but it served the protocol known to the Earthlings- noted:

– There is a portal, close to what you call the Cepheus Spur, let me show you with the hologram the location of this wonderful place: It is located about 2,400 light-years away along the plane of the Milky Way, It is precisely here, Algyen pointed out enthusiastically.

Smith and Borisnov exclaimed:

– It is surprising that the place is in the northern constellation of Cepheus, it is the Nebula of the Cave!

Algyen looked at the men in amazement and said:

– The first to observe this fascinating site was the pioneer Barderian on one of his constant cosmic journeys; we name it The portal from which the light is born.

– It makes a lot of sense, it’s a birthplace, it’s the most fabulous stellar nursery that exists, that’s where its reddish hue comes from, head Abdallah stressed with a frank smile.

But how it was possible for a traveler to enter the cradle of stars, the radiation that causes the collapse of their cores is impressive.

There was a silence in which for a few moments the Eggyans remembered something that they did not comment on in the way it was lived:

<It was the figure of Banderian before the media with the ship dented by the impact of a magnetic force recently discovered by his daring travels and his face with third-degree burns, hair flamed off one side of the skull and a brutally cheerful crooked smile when he said: There is a cave of light that opens a portal but does not do it all the time, there is! to wait for the moment when they are born into the light, their deafening noise is the key!>

Some thought that he had gone mad, he had to spend almost 4 months locked up in the hospital in a capsule of cellular and dermal regeneration; from the Moon of Medreos came a statement requesting information on the traveler’s diagnosis and mental health condition, signed by the VF team, who at the same time noted that the statement was sent under strict confidentiality.

Then Vidra broke the silence and exclaimed:

– Thanks to very detailed research work, without forgetting that trial and error tests were part of all this, over the years scientists managed to create a map and recognize a route, you are known as the Cepheus Spur, to us it is the corridor Barderian.

Algyen sighed at the correct and responsible response of the woman whom the earthlings recognized as the second in command on the ship, who added:

– By order of Captain Algyen we will share information and files with leaders of international governments, but first, we will have to notify them and send them for verification to the crew of Mega Vectors I and II.

Jean Michael nodded, everything was logical and gave continuity to the protocols, then added:

– I will take the liberty of suggesting that Mrs. Citlali travel in your ship to Earth since they are waiting for her to put in her hands’ one responsibility very specific who will comply without delay.

Citlali smiled with an inordinate joy and looked for Julia who would be her substitute during her absence; In her opinion, this would not be very long and in response, she received an affirmative gesture from the woman who would be in command of the workers on the international lunar platform.

Life imposes tests on us, fills us with surprises, amazes us, and leaves us thinking about the next step, sometimes it is what we already know and sometimes what we never imagined.

THE NEBULOSA OF THE CAVE
October 21, 2013
By María Kaulen

The meticulous investigation of sequences by Raudek Vilob.

Gods and Demons, you can name them according to your beliefs, in reality, there is only the dark side, the one that turns gray and the one that lights up in totality.

Chapter The Bridge

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa 

Raudek Vilob at the time of having the allele sequencer, what for the Eggyans was called Edegyas, communicated the following to Ingerin Barderian:

Vilob said to her special friend: With your knowledge of biotechnology, you can get to a part, but with the potential of the Drieden, your scope is infinite

<Each allele, (Edegya) can be modified in specific sequences, for us there is a variant in the sequence that causes the eggledid modification (non-productive sequence); I put in your hands the power to sequence this modifier to go beyond what we are and will be, do you understand? 

What I have discovered is the threat of serial production of inggledid (productive sequence), nature itself has led us to this, in it, there is a potential that the common denominator cannot understand.

With your knowledge of biotechnology, you can get to a part, but with the potential of the Drieden, your scope is infinite>

Barderian understood deeply what his friend had told him and felt fear, as much or more than the Eggyans now had in the Earth, if this comes to the hands of livelihoods and people of bad heart, they would be in total danger; They were not concerned about the sums of money that those people could capture with it, that happened when Braulio and Daniel learned about the scope of the bioconnector, the real danger was the psychological and ideological manipulation that some would have to move in different planes with force and potential of this tool.

It is important to analyze the scenario to the Drieden whose capacities were and continued to be very valuable, according to the historical times of Eggya, they were used in very varied tasks, they found water resources, they influence reducing anxiety in groups that came from destroyed worlds and could generate an intuitive level to train groups, move objects and read the thoughts of certain individuals.

Berderian went further, contacted the Drieden from a dendrite, which for them was a Gylenty, in deceased persons and produced numerous ramifications, leading to a fascinating projection in time and space.

For humans this was unthinkable, especially for the group of mystical leaders who encouraged extrasensory communication, it is from that synergy that it was much easier to understand the question that Vidra asked Captain Algyen, Do you remember?

Now we can only guess if when Ana Pérez Riv exclaimed:

<The invocation has been decreed, stay together, the answer is in the air.>

To what extent was it possible for them to interact at that sensory level with the innovation developed by Barderian? communication between those who were outside our planetary environment dated from a long time ago?

It may be too much to take in, but all those who were named ascended masters, alchemists, magicians, femorians, heinous monstrosities, light fairies, and deities with defined territorial identity; had long-acting on Earth, on the dark side, as predatory raptors or in favor of the light, creating understanding and love for the truth.

What are your mixes?

Somehow we understood what kind of connection exists between all of us and to what extent it is indivisible.

Chapter  the Bridge

by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

For an inhabitant of the year 2287, it was very easy to be able to respond properly to this, by expanding the border opening zones as we explained in advance, it was not difficult to imagine that there were groups with little racial tolerance and they had to understand in the most objective way possible that this was out of all logic.

The international governments considered the cost-benefit of the universal identity card by placing the simplified DNA sequencer of each inhabitant of the planet; In this way, to travel, trade or identify oneself within an academic or hospital institution, the question was natural: What are your genetic mixtures?

Of course, the Moon is about to be bombarded by a frenzied horde of meteorites and I go off-topic to talk about the sequence of the human genome, but it is vitally important to understand that it is from the study of the sequencers that something happened in the universe and not everyone was aware of it.

Let’s go in parts. Pangenesis is the theory defended by Anaxagoras, Democritus and the Hippocratic treatises according to which each organ and structure of the body produced small sediments called gemmules; similarly, we find Austrian monk Gregor Mendel, who described the basic laws of genetics from the study of peas. His work will not be taken into account until the beginning of the 20th century. Darwin’s theory of inheritance did not find much acceptance at first, either. 

Similar cases had occurred in the distant Galaxy where scientists of the stature of Barderian, Fardeg, and the dedicated work of who was the secret muse of the first,  of course, her name was: Raudek Vilob.

DNA Sequencing

She was a passionate geneticist who faced the time when the inggledid and eggledid arise in the sphere and planetoids surrounding Eggya; her correspondence with Ingerin Barderian was copious and not always in professional terms, which is why Ingerin covered her in his correspondence with all the discretion that he could. Together they managed to build the most fascinating method of interactions on various planes of applied science.

They both kept a secret code, which is circumscribed in a letter that she sent to Barderian and with which they formed a valuable vision of the world around them:

“In your limits, I have dressed in wings; in your absence, I have bathed in lights; in all the lack of understanding of what I am, I became an incessant seeker of truths where I have opened windows and released to the wind the surprising and rebellious cause that every living being pursues: Knowing the whys of the universe ” Raudek Vilob

Barderian recognized,  and he confessed himself useless face to the passionate friendship of that woman who not only ignited the most prepared minds of their time but also gave the scientist the necessary strength to achieve the feat that no one had ever achieved; If he had not been a reckless adventurer, maybe right now we would not understand why he was considered a leader by the Eggyans, a matter that he did not understand that way at all since his achievements were not those of a man working and thinking alone, there was an important group with which he had set in motion a whole scientific and technological machinery for specific purposes: Finding a bridge.

In those letters that the scientist Berderian sent to Vilob, one of his main concerns is described:

“We cannot be what we are for a long time and the certainty of preserving what consciously harbours us is a path that goes beyond ourselves, trusting that we can continue to build bridges, as the sequence of hilliagest,  is without a debt one of the biggest concerns ” Ingerin Barderian.

Definitely, the answer was in the air, in what is not touched, but that can cross a path in a few moments. There the sustenance of all Drieden on Eggya and mystical leader on Earth.

To be able to see the visible and invisible world was one of the wishes of great researchers of past times, let us remember the words that in his old age Issac Newton expressed to John Conduitt:

“Those who walk after the philosopher’s stone are obliged, according to their own rules, to a strict life … ”

The search of each scientist was governed by his rules, his culture, the environment that surrounded him, the time in which they were born but all ultimately pursued the same goals to answer the whys of the universe.

Reading the history of distant worlds on more than one occasion was feasible for all of them, they found minerals that were already in their own world, iron, nickel and gold, under other names on distant planets, were common, as it was recognizing ourselves in the sequence that links the life of all living beings.

Author´s notes:

 Quote from the book Newton, a short biography of Peter Ackroyd Cap. IV The darkest of arts, p. 47

Gift DNA sequence:  Brian’s091 public domain 

Hilliagest Bridges: Hydrogen Bridges for Living Things on Earth. The DNA double helix is kept stable by the formation of hydrogen bonds between the bases associated with each of the two strands.