3- Dasy´s reborn
Patrick narrating:
This was the way I found Dasy finally was reborn in Earth. She was born when I was still a star shootin trapped in the Universe. One night I heard a voice speaking to me with warm fluency until it warmed the conformity of my being. I shone with her voice in every word. More than a desire, speaking expressed a need to be heard by the universe. It was heard nearby and vibrated with fiery sweetness. Despite not being able to see the human directly, I felt that person it was a She, and She was talking to me. "If you can see it, O mighty aurora. I know very few ways to be happy, so I need my husband to come home. If the war ends his hopes and snatches away his reason for living. I wish you would not give up without first fighting. Let him know that among these mountains, in this rain, I wait for him, and I will continue to wait for him." She said. Her voice took away a little of that fatigued weight of carrying my own light. I knew that this woman carried her soul lighter after speaking to me, her divine whisper was emptied of worry and I felt alive, part of her life and her needs, shining and suspended somewhere between the universe and the earth.
Her confession filled me with serenity, I rejoiced in the words of that woman. He waited for his love with the same virtuous patience that I expected of Dasy. Which mountains? Where were they looking at me from? I wish I could find that man, tell him to maintain courage and bravery and remember the love from his wife. To become a reality from that desire. Death can be so confusing at times, many humans losing their dreams confuse it with the last ladder of life. But death is not an ascent, it is an abyss in free fall. As the days passed, people began to whisper more desires, my light expanded, my soul was filled with hope, I felt closer to the Earth. Maybe I was falling without realizing it. Suddenly, I didn't feel alone anymore. They filled me with their words, meditations, and desires every night; and my blank sheet was filled with his desires written on silver threads. Until I stop feeling empty, until I forget my true reason for expanding my light.
I finally became a neutral energy. Waiting to be redirected. I have always thought that we attract who we are, not what we want to be. That is why what humans desire is already, potentially, theirs; that's why I was always Dasy's from her desire to be loved I wanted to fill her with my love. I always looked favorably on my sisters in love with humans, because a part of them had changed their energy to be in tune with them. However they did not wish to be a human, they remained authentic, distinct from their race, shining from afar. A change of energy is a change of destiny.
Days, weeks, maybe months passed. Until one day, finally, I complied. My last wish, I had the opportunity to choose the desire it transforms myself into an human. I choose it by my own merit. I remember her voice, she was full of clemency. Her sweet voice asked for mercy, but this time she did not speak to me, yet I could hear her as if I found myself connected to her through time and distance. The sound expanded and integrated into me, even though her words were not addressed to anyone in particular. I knew that this woman's desire was important, because it was honest, transparent, and came from her heart. I was the same woman who long ago time, asked me to find her husband in the war. The woman watched the sky that night, and she spoke loudly. I know, because where you take your attention is where the energy manifests, and when that woman spoke my interior began to fill with a pleasant tingle that made me shine. But in another place, remotely away from that woman, a man would talk to me and ask for her. His desire filled me with vitality, as if within his voice, at his core there was a brightness equal to mine that attracted me to his voice. These two people were connected.
This time I heard clearly the words of that man, he looked disheveled, breathless. "Soon I won't be by her side. I won't see her grow. Nor will I be able to take care of her. Teach her to decide between what is right and what is easy. Support her when she needs me, and guide her when she is wrong, teach her the value of freedom. Margot, will you take care of her? I ask you Universe, take care of them. Will I be able to take care of my little girl from the stars? Let her know that if she is kind and kind and loving everything in life will multiply. She will go far by being herself; And I know that if you help her develop her character gently, she will be blissful and infinitely rich. My happy daughter, I would have liked so much to see you grow up. Margot... she will be a good mother. I wish life to be kind to my dear Dasy."
I focused all my attention on that man's requests. The gulf between life and eternity became insignificant upon hearing Dasy's name. The silence was now a fine crystal waiting to be kissed by the sound that was born from Dasy's lips. But I didn't hear Dasy's voice. In addition to the tranquility of the night, and the kiss of the breeze penetrating the flower buds, I only heard the sobs of that woman. It seemed that her crying filled me with stability, her fragility moved me. She was Dasy's mother ancestor, and although she knew so little about her, she felt a great need to lead her to the tranquility and tranquility that sprang up so naturally in Dasy. Dasy's father was dying, my poor Dasy, She wouldn't meet her father. Her father's voice was gradually weakening as all my energy flowed with her breath. There was more and more light awakening in me. The huge fireball that had been for centuries, still burned my chest. It was a desire, a burning desire that consumed me. And the flame that kept that desire burning was a part of me, unknown until then, and scorching. Before being born some humans think that the soul signs a contract saying that it will reincarnate in a family, circumstance and under a series of tests that the universe gives you. It's your karma, everybody have it. I had no previous lives, I was exiled in the Van Allen belt, I was a virgin star, willing to live any destiny on Earth just to become into a women. But the flame kept burning thanks to my debts to fulfill, and the heart of that flame was the voice of that man asking for his last wish. Take care of the beloved, take care of Dasy.
That woman's heart was slowly filled with a finite hope as she looked up at the star-studded sky. I felt that the presence of a new life accompanied her, as if her silvery thread of life was cut by the Moiras at that moment and bordered on the constellations of the universe, and my love felt extracted from the brightness of the moon. My breath was choppy, my fire consumed me, it would cease to exist. A horrible pain, coming from the edge of a knife crossed my soul, marked me with the shame of Chiron. The humiliation of the human being, the revenge of Eve. For the first time, I felt fear, an immense fear of being an illusory wound in someone's life. Someone who had lost her father shortly after he returned from the war, Dasy had been torn from her father's arms. Chiron in Cancer. The wound in the maternal sign, the root of birth. The white light eventually opened up like a black hole that you go through in search of hope at the end of the tunnel. I looked at the universe, now far away, as a dream. I watched the constellation of Cancer catch fire in my path, and the constellation of Capricorn in front of me. They were my nodes, and the trials I would have to face in life. I looked at the constellation of Sagittarius and Gemini, they were The nodes of Dasy, I don't know how I knew but I just understood it. I wouldn't remember anything of that, I knew it because as the fire consumed me faster and faster my mind began to disperse and empty of memory. It was strange, it felt like dying. However, the sensation was intense, deep and purifying. I felt light and full of vigor. Now liberated I felt cloudy and I saw everything in slow motion.
Before she died as a star, I could see the place where the voices of Dasy's parents came from. Two Spaniards were resting in the room of a house in Seville. The man was convalescing, he had returned from the war, his pregnant wife took his hand and moistened his forehead with a damp cloth. "May she be a woman of good, brave, and worthy of any challenge. And leave a legacy of light. May she evolve, and be happy, make her very happy. Remind her that she is perfect and I, her father, will always be by her side. May the universe bless you always, my Dasy." He said before to die.