La epopeya por la vida.

In a body detachment from intensive therapy, when I had gained confidence to move among different energy spheres, seeing myself as a translucent energy that could float between spheres, it occurred to me to go down to a denser and darker place; the atmosphere felt heavy and cold, my movements became slower and energetically costly, the lights began to dim, and I observed a pre-Hispanic city with a river that emitted a putrid odor dividing it. On one side of the river, there were pyramids and structures with sloping sides and paneling that seemed like a ceremonial place, and on the other side, there were huts and people dressed as indigenous. I was floating, hovering over the area, and the name «Mistlan» came to my mind, after which a huge being appeared before me, like a rock about 50 meters tall with a skull-shaped head, gray skin, and black obsidian-like eyes. I tried to go unnoticed by this being; it was looking down when suddenly it sensed my presence and turned towards me. At that moment, I recognized it as Mistlatecutli. It stared at me directly and intensely, blocking my progress, and through the energy it emanated, it positioned me on the side of the huts where a fire was burning, and there were several individuals gathered around. As I interacted with them, I realized that some were healers, while others appeared to be indigenous warriors. This place was gloomy, and there was no interaction with others, only presence. I remember the sensation of time passing very slowly and the feeling of being unable to move easily. The ground was muddy and putrid. Time seemed to stretch indefinitely, until after a while of experiencing those endless hours in nothingness, I saw a white light in the dark sky through the dark dome of that dense sphere, and I heard my daughter’s voice saying, «This way.» At that moment, I was able to free myself from the muddy ground and move again as a white light, escaping from that dense sphere with a significant personal energetic expenditure.