The Mistery of Belicena Villca mistake or audacity , generates a circumstance that is beyond his control : fire , which had helped him to live until then , escapes into the forest , furious and destructive . The man remains static or struggles to suffocate it or blasphemes desperately ; whatever the attitude does not matter ; nothing can prevent the catastrophe because the fire has overcome his control , has overwhelmed him . The flames spread everywhere consuming everything and it is essential to seek salvation ; but where to go ? Where is the security ? Suddenly , like lightning , the light emerges : the lake .
An irony ; the place where it would never have occurred to him to seek refuge is now the only one that offers the possibility of surviving the brutal change of the daily world , that vanishes consumed by the ravenous and murderous bonfire .
Runs ; runs the desperate man to the savior lake . Behind him , a fiery and relentless monster seems to be chasing him closely , cracking teeth , roaring and spewing suffocating puffs .
But it is not possible to look back again , there would be no other chance . It only remains to win the lake , which never seemed to be as far as it is now . Finally , paradisiacal vision , indescribable joy , mystical apparition , the lake emerges in his horizon .
Fantastically calm , it is , for the one who flees by millimeters to death , an oasis of peace . The man is thrown into the protective waters and swims many strokes , intuitively towards the center . He can just turn around , momentarily , when he is safe in the cool waters , and he can thus look towards his , until a short time ago , also safe World .
Considering the analogies that this metaphor offers with the events that I have narrated previously , it will be possible to understand what my spiritual state was . Like the man in the example , seeing the forest burn and transform disappearing by moments in the smoke , what constituted his world and his security , so I also saw the reliable and everyday reality dissolve in a fire of unmistakable evil .
Like the man in the metaphor who felt strangely safe in the waters of the lake , until yesterday unstable and unknown , I too was now safe and firm in the hitherto unknown waters of the Spirit .
The man of the forest , while floating safely , looked at the world consuming and thought : – I have been born again . I also felt reborn in the confines of the Soul and only because of this inexpressible feeling it could be said that I was another man , even though I was essentially still the same .
Chapter VIII
So I would go to my parents ' house , imbued with that mystical optimism only experienced by those who know they are reborn . Made the decision of leaving , I only thought of the phenomena of the fateful night of January 21 , trying to interpret its transcendent meaning . In a few minutes I would reach Cerrillos , but later , these thoughts would accompany me for many hours of the journey I would undertake .
Thirty minutes later , I was driving the car the two hundred meters of the driveway in the company of the faithful dog Canuto .
My parents , who were in the middle of breakfast , were happy to see me and they expressed it between greetings and laughter .
They tried to erase , with their affection , the memory of the disaster experienced . I was inwardly grateful for these compliments , as I needed to acquire reserves of peace and tranquility , in anticipation of future misfortunes . I knew an hour later , when leaving , my mind would concentrate on analyzing all the details of the complicated mess in which I was engaged .
– You have a beautiful day to travel – said Dad while attacking a tasty-looking roasted sausage . Drive safe , son , remember that in the morning the truckers come half asleep .
– Don ' t worry Dad ; I will go slowly and in three hours I will be in Tucumán --I affirmed without much conviction .
Katalina , my sister , handed me the sausage with eggs , the steaming bread rolls and the coffee . I was amazed that my mouth was watering from hunger , and I realized that I had been feeding myself badly since several days before . Feeling hungry is , if there is something to satisfy it with , always a good sign of Health . I didn ' t think any more and decidedly gave myself to eating breakfast .
The Country House has a large dining room with a window facing East , in front of the driveway ; but in the morning we had breakfast in the kitchen . This is located behind the dining room , occupying the South wall that has a large four meter long fixed window with a rustic wooden table at par . The entire West wall of the kitchen is occupied by the stove and the fireplace adjacent .
Sitting in front of the window overlooking the vineyards , I had breakfast in the company of my people and relived the nostalgia of many similar sunrises . But a black cloud troubled my Spirit ;
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