The messenger of the gods

Zoratama could see in the stream the reflection of her slender body, with erect breasts and firm pubes, with her smooth brown skin caressed by the cold water that her deep breathing induced. He sensed the arrival of the messengers of the gods who threw lightning and flashes, spit fire from thickly bearded mouths, and rode unknown four-legged animals down the rugged jungle paths. He learned of them, thanks to the guardians of Zipa, his master and lord, future husband and companion, owner of the lives of his subjects; which also foreshadowed the punishment of Bochica, the god who roamed the mountains of water, plowed through the Magdalena river and crossed the Opon teaching the trades and morals to men.

Sensual woman, with caramel eyes, prominent cheekbones, hips accurate to her body, imposing as a goddess, she smoothed her black hair with her hands, while others covered her with blankets, and carried her raised to their hut. There they rubbed on her skin the orchids brought from many parts of the kingdom, special for the descendant of Chia who illuminates men, and accompanies the sun in the daily events of the sky. They dressed her in a gray-striped white blanket, adorned her with earrings, nose rings, pectorals, and gold bracelets, and on a wooden seat supported by two thick logs, they carried her on the shoulders of strong warriors to witness the festivities of the tribe. that celebrated the last triumph of Tisquesusa who climbed a mountain incline, while his faithful subordinates on the neighboring slopes awaited the favorable response of their God, who little by little lifted the veil, and illuminated the lagoon.

Then he, surrounded by his priests and in the middle of some rocks, appeared naked, covered in turpentine and gold. Later, he would enter the lagoon in a special raft followed by other canoes leaving the shores with the procession. Already in the center of the lake, the priests lit the sacred branches, and the smoke of the incense rose in the cold air. The great Zipa felt in his entrails the silence of the indigenous people who, on their knees and with their heads pressed to their thighs, their hands thrown against the vegetation and with their backs to him, waited for him to submerge in the sacred water. Then he would go out to preside over the parties.

The music of the fotutos and snails was heard by many suns of the kingdom, where the messengers of the gods had just disembarked from the mountains of water, who had just measured their strength against the sea monsters that for centuries lashed the caravels with their wings. of blizzards, and bodies of eddies. Their boss had offered their lives to the one true God, provided he led them to the mainland, without the swaying of the ships in the waves preventing him from seeing a new world. Cristóbulo who without being a warrior, demonstrated in the inns of the roads of his land the talent in the throw of the sword, the handling not only of the wild colts, but that of the women who went out in love with the male, who seduced them , and kidnapped them.

 After traveling through all the courts of the European kings in search of help for his long-awaited adventure, he finally achieved glory in the recognition of his peers. Not in vain did he come from far away, from that lavish universe of the Olympian Gods, who defended their protégé in all the mishaps of life, while playing in the abodes of heaven with the passions of men in wars. Thus they wove their tunics with the threads of blood and the hatred accumulated in their history. Demigod condemned to be human and immortal was banished by the owners of life and death to live in the company of wars and conquests, due to which his victories came to us as legends. Very soon the gods fell away and he took up the sword, the cross and the horse. He traveled the world in pursuit of these untamed lands, to possess them in the name of his deity. It was enough only to enchant his soldiers, rewarding all those who obeyed his orders, or inflexible punishing -even with death- those who did not comply with them. Without the above, he could not cross the country of snows, which as a door blocked his way through floating gardens, to “The Golden”.

From the limits of that enchanted region came the great river to its mouth forming foamy waves with the salty water. A deafening noise produced by the air against the leaves of the ceiba and myrtle trees silenced the shouting of the monkeys, the chirping of the birds with colorful feathers, and the roar of the animals in the jungle. The world he never imagined, much like that of a sensual woman, haunted him. To drive away the jaguar that came from night to night for one of his soldiers or untamed horses, he celebrated his fictitious death surrounded by the whining and comrades in arms, but not before ordering that the fire with logs not extinguish it, while the fireflies fluttered around him.

 The new days arrived accompanied by the squawking of chattering birds, the fluttering of herons, inclement rains, suffocating heat, and the attacks of fierce Indians who received them with poisonous stakes. Then the arrows rained down from the skies on the bodies of his faithful followers and many of the quadrupeds died in the mud, or in the jaws of alligators. Thus the river became interminable while he heard the echo of other divinities on the cliffs through which he imagined a woman calling   many moons on the way, with the encrypted sounds of the cry of the natives hidden in the jungle. She sensed that another man wanted her for himself.

Tisquesusa was preparing her marriage after defeating Hunza with the mere ostentation of her command, and in compromise with the sorcerer Sugamuxi, who knew about all the entanglements of power. Peace was sealed with offerings. Children brought from the eastern plains were slain. One of them received the arrows of the entire Zipa tribe. To another, he sliced ​​open the chest with a sharp stone, and drew out his beating heart as all the rocks in the realm were stained red. Something magical fell into the hands of Zoratama that cut his fingers, splintered into many pieces, and so he could see his face reflected in all those pieces of quartz, as if they were stealing his soul. The mysteries of the recent messengers of the gods bewitched her. He saw them come out of the vegetation in bloom with new species. He felt them gallop on his chest ascending from the mountain range to the plain amid the battle of the Zipa's vassals against the glitter of armor, the neighing of horses, and fire-breathing weapons. The hero appeared on the back of his horse. He humiliated the Zipa through the body of an indigenous crashed against the earth. Zoratama, in love with Cristóbulo gave birth to a child. The "Chroniclers of the Indies" say that the victor traveled to the eastern plains where we still see him wandering maddened by the fever of love, and deceived by the mirage of glory.   Zoratama threw herself into the lagoon, perhaps disappointed to be the goddess of a new race. Many other stories like this were woven into the daily life of their descendants. This is confirmed by historians.