Story of DREAM......

From, "The Story of Dreams"...

"The history I am going to tell you was not told to me by anyone. 

Well, my grandfather told it to me, but he warned me that I would only understand it while I was dreaming. And so I am telling you the story which I dreamt, and not the one my grandfather told me."

Old Antonio stretches his legs and rubs his tired knees. He releases a puff of smoke which clouds the reflection of the moon in the sheet of steel which rests across his legs, and he continues...

"In every furrow of the skin which appears in the faces of the great grandparents, our gods keep themselves and live. It is the faraway time which comes towards us. The truth of our ancestors travels through time. The great gods speak through the oldest of the old, we listen. When the clouds settle over the land, barely grasping the hills with their little hands, then the first gods come down to play with the men and women, they teach them true things. The first gods reveal little, their faces are night and cloud. Dreams which we dream in order to be better. "          

"Through dreams the first gods speak to us and instruct us. The man who does not know how to dream remains very alone and he hides ignorance in fear. So that they could speak, so that they could know and make known, the first gods taught the men and women of the maize to dream, and they gave them nahuales so they could walk through life."

"The nahuales of the true men and women are the jaguar, the eagle and the coyote. The jaguar in order to fight, an eagle in order to fly the dreams, the coyote in order to think and to pay no mind of the tricks of the powerful."

"In the world of the first gods, those who formed the world, everything is dream. The land we live and die in is a great mirror of the dream in which the gods live. The great gods live all together. They are partners. There are not those above and those below.  It is the injustice which the government makes which breaks apart the world and puts a few above and many below. Not like that in the world. The true world, the reat mirror of the dream of the first gods, those who created the world, is very large and everyone fits together. It is not like the world of right now, which they make small so that the few can remain above and the many remain below. The world of now is not complete, it is not a good mirror to reflect the dreams where the first gods live. "

"For that, the gods gifted the men of maize with a mirror which is called dignity. In it, men see themselves as equals, and they become rebels if they are not equal. That is how the rebellion of our first grandparents began, those who now die in us so we might live.

"The mirror of dignity serves to defeat the demons spread by darkness. Seen in the mirror, the man of darkness sees himself reflected as the nothing which forms him. As if he were nothing, the man of darkness, the uncoupler of the world, becomes undone in front of the mirror of dignity."

"The gods set four points so that the world would be put to bed. Not because it was tired, but so that the men and women would walk in pairs, so that all would fit, so that no one would put themselves above the other. The gods set two points, in order to fly and to be able to be on the land. The gods set one point so that the true men and women would be walking. Seven are the points which give meaning to the world and work to the true men and women: in front and behind, the one side and the other, above and below, and the seventh is the path we dream, the destiny of the men and women of maize, the true ones."

"The gods gave mother women a moon in each breast, so that they could nurture the new men and women with dreams. History and memory come with them, without them, death and the forgetting consume. The land, our great mother, has two breasts, so that men and women may learn how to dream. Learning to dream, they learn how to make themselves great, to make themselves dignified, they learn to struggle. That is why, when true men and women say 'we are going to dream,' they are saying and they are saying to each other, 'we are going to struggle'."

Old Antonio fell silent. He fell silent or I remained asleep. I dream that I dream, I dream that I know, I dream that I understand... Above, the bosom of the moon brought luck along the road of Santiago. The dawn was queen and everything remained to be done, to be dreamt, to be struggled for.

The Sup, packing memories and munitions.