The seed of Quetzalcoatl

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Jorge Reyes- Prehispanic Rituals

Part one

I remember the first day I got to the city with no lights, the city city with no boundaries. The hot fire of the torches hanged in every wall, as if that fire was infinite, it illuminated the air. That day we shared the water and the earth in a plate with living insects and a cup with swimming souls. I remember your first hate.

I remember how we played in paradise.

I read the letter she wrote, with the promise of forever love. My eyes share the water of clouds and it rains. It rains because of the loss. The loss of the things you can neither have, nor forget.

-You are not welcome here.- The first time i heard her voice broke the night as a harmful blade calmed but capable to assassin.

We showed each other the path of unexplored jungles and we smiled until it hurted.

She had the name of a flower. Dalia.
“She is more like a bud than a flower”

From the burned brown skin sprout the sensuality. She was not timid, but her silence was a good friend.

-So you want to go to the jungle? I told you it's forbidden to foreigners.-She said with a challenging-wounding face.

-That's why you will come with me.

-Why would I do that?

-Because I won't leave until you accept.

The first day I spended in that small town gave me a whole night to think about my reasons and question about my path. After some important tears I remembered the promise I had made.  

I ran the tattoo with the tip of my finger. Below the left shoulder I drawed the Quetzalcoatl and felt his feathers and flakes. His necessity to slither with the passion of the reptile as the will to fly with the vision of the eagle. I made again that promise of founding the first waterfall he showered in. The first water Venus dranked when came to the Earth, just before using the shape of a man.

We ate a red soap, the spice burnt inside from my throat to the stomach and remaining in my mouth, making me cry the same cry as the past night. The boiled corn delivered the sweetness into my tongue, slow, with no limits, infested my soul with the flavor of childhood. To the memory of the pot and grandmother mixing the water with her fire-fingers looking for a truth in that water, inside her past as if she had left it somewhere behind. The water made of powdered rice had inexplicable freshness and it was sweet enough to forget all pain.

I implored them to let me stay, to let me show them I worth it, even if i was the most doubtful. We worked until the sun Tonatiuh turned the strips of light orange and red.

She had hostile eyes for me, at that hour she was so beautiful; her skin shining as gold, a brightness companion to golden corn fields, with the light of fertility feeding the plants as a dew that hang from the leafs so they can drink. Her black eyes shined as a black hole illuminated with the star that is being consumed.

Before the night had gone I got out the hot room I was told to sleep in. Delimited by wood that still had roots, walking outside the sky had purple strokes, there was no darkness but shadows of life.

I walked naked through the wet trees and the plants touched me every step. I found a pond full of frogs. Thousands of them one above the other, as a one self being, breathing the same air, the same time and space. I got myself close enough to breath that air, to understand the importance of sharing the being.

Something as an explosion made me fall into the pond. I got the head out hardly breathing, making dumb movements with my hands. I felt the water in my neck and found a rock below my toes.

In that moment the rock below started moving, I asked myself what could that be, and swam the half frog half water pond. Trying to find some corner of earth to hold on. Suddenly the body of a big snake passed grazing my legs.

The fear paralyzed me but I was drowning. As a reflex I held that body as holding life. That thing got us out of the water floating. My heart was beating with the drums of life and death dancing, fighting to get me.

My eyes distinguished clouds but we were still in the jungle, going fast though vines and branch which did not stop the way.

I realized it was him, I had found him, he was taking me somewhere. He made an abrupt move before I shot off to a sea of green leafs. Falling, I felt a hand pressing hard my shoulder. Dalia was standing beside, moving my body strongly.

-Shut up foreigner. You shout like a sick beast. I told you to go, you won't stand your own dreams.

Get out of here. And don't come back. That what you are looking for is unreachable for your impure soul.
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(Part 2 will be published around December 25th )