In a humble abode in Mixteca Alta, in the south of Mexico, Ariché, a teenager, woke up sweated and with a heart that beat hastily, she had a strange dream that could not be erased from her mind and in her transit intermittent images paralyzed her talk and to walk. It was not the same person from days ago. Talking to his mother, he muttered a language he did not understand. This worried one took her to the shaman of the city. Between the smoke and the spells the shaman exclaimed: - Ariche, your name means sunset - The language you used was that of your ancestors (maya) you were chosen by the goddess of painting and embroidery "Ix Chebel Ya'ax" , wife of the god "Itzamna", to receive a message in the "Temple of Heaven". Ariché asked him which part of the temple he would go to? -Don't worry, she will guide you-
Three days walking to reach the temple and at the edge of the stairs rested, the voice of a woman whispered "I am your goddess" Ix Chebel Ya'ax! "Ariché was exalted kneeling, lowered his head and listened intently, moved away from painting and embroidery, these arts characterized the greatness of their culture, they moved away from me, their people must return to their roots, glorify the arts and live with He approached Ariche, took her in his arms and sat her on his lap, stroking her hair as he disappeared.
When arriving at the town the inhabitants were impatient to listen to the news that Ariché brought, it seemed changed, an air of divinity surrounded it and with respect she communicated the exigency of "Ix Chebel Ya'ax" that was not more than to exalt its culture returning to their traditions.
Original by @corderosiete