This is a ticket to enter my mind into a world that I have created,
where everything is possible, where the line between reality and unreality is almost
imperceptible, as thin and as fragile as a soap bubble. This is a
series of stories I narrate with the intention of telling you about a fantastic world
that does not exist. Oh, maybe I do, but you know this
doesn' t. I write it only sometimes when it' s nighttime or
when I sleep, sometimes when I meditate, when I focus, when I
' m alone, sometimes when I' m sitting in the dark, sometimes
when I play a drum in a temascal. Some beings tell me stories in
dreams and I write them with them. Then I record them and they accompany
me. Sometimes I just imagine them, other times I just sense them and
other times it seems like I already knew them before and I just remember it.
I' m Rodrigo Yop and these are stories he told me the night.
Visions of the future written by Rodrigo jab narrated by Ana Ragasol. I
always had that power, that strange power that everyone thinks is the best of
the senses. It' s not like that. Dear reader. One good
day I shared breakfast with my friends in the backyard of elementary school. I
hit my friend' s elbow, and while I was biting my sandwich,
I said look at the teacher, it' ll slip past that puddle,
she' d be funny if it happened. He answered me and so it
was his foot rubbed the puddle with it and slipped the whole courtyard. He
laughed less. I' d be. I kept eating my sandwich. How
I knew. I don' t know, it was the first time I
realized my power. Some time later life would help me give him a name.
Clairvoyance. It was January 27th of a thousand nine hundred and eighty-
six. I remember being with my parents watching TV. The newsman announced the
preparations for the start- up of the Challenger mission. You' ll see
a historic event. Dad told me. I saw something similar the day the
man landed. I watched the TV, saw the big ship stand and ready
to take off. An excited reporter explained data, pointed out the shuttle,
interviewed characters. I' m going to go to Dad' s He won
' t fly, he' ll explode in the air, and like big
horns, the rockets will come off. I told him Dad looked at me
and leaned back on his couch. Go play with your dolls, he told
me as the volume went up, scared about what was going to happen.
I hid behind the couch. I was barely sticking my head out to watch
TV. The countdown started. The big ship turned on its engines took off.
Dad looked at me with a glance, showing me that I was wrong.
The ship exploded and, as I anticipated, the rockets were fired.
I ran to my room to lock myself up. The next day at lunch,
Dad looked at me from the other side of the table, while with
large spoonfuls he ate the bent soup. He kept looking more scared than angry.
Mom took off his empty plate to trade it for the rice plate with
chicken. He took his cutlery and didn' t even blink. He started
eating without taking his eyes off me. The subject was never touched upon again.
I knew I should be more careful with what I was saying in what
I was communicating about these strange and inexplicable visions. So he spent time learning
how to use my special sense. One Saturday I woke up with a strong
feeling of inner tingling. It was a discomfort more than a pain. I
still felt a continuous tear on my skin from the inside. It was like
I suddenly didn' t fit inside myself, inside my own skin. The
morning continued unable to control me and so I entered the kitchen and the feeling
increased. A series of burps came out of my mouth and a nausea appeared
to me in the mouth of my stomach. Mom used to cook carefully with
the pot. Mom screamed I didn' t have time to come to her
help. Seconds later, the handle of the pot was stuck in the mandrel
knot and the hot water poured over it. Mom fell to the ground,
Grandma, Dad, someone helped me scream and I screamed Dad came running.
When I realized, Grandma was sitting on the quiet couch, holding on to
her cane and fixing her chongo and painting her mouth as if nothing had happened
in the distance. He looked at me The ambulance' s already here.
He told me the moment he knocked on the door, I stood cold in
the kitchen. It' s gonna be okay. You know, Grandma told
me with an unreal calm she hugged me already in the hospital as they cured
Mom' s strong burns. Grandma took me fondly by the neck. I
' m gonna take the girl out for ice cream. She' s very
upset. He told Dad while he was winking at my eye with a naughty
one. Smile. Dad' s got a back of his head and he
didn' t think about it or he didn' t really understand what was
going on. He said yes, we' re not witches. He explained
to me trying to calm me down less badly. I thought clairvoyants. We
' re clairvoyant. We' ve been in Dad' s family for a
long time. It' s a gift long ago inherited only from women and
suspected you had it, but I wasn' t sure. Then I'
m not crazy. He finished my sentence before I could finish myself. No.
Actually, there are many types of clairvoyance. I' m clear and
sentient. I feel things early. I felt what would happen your aunt Edna
has remote vision. So don' t be surprised that one day he told
you, that he saw what you' re doing, but why we ended
up in unison as if he were guessing my thoughts. You see, the
place doesn' t matter the year. Perhaps yes, it was a thousand
seven hundred and forty- nine when one of our ancestors in Europe made a
pact a strong storm. Many said it was provoked. The highest tower of
the castle was struck almost immediately by a blue ray and as a match the
fire spread quickly. They were blue and violet tones. The Marquis and his
son, your octavoles, went out of the house with all their children.
He, seeing all her heritage on fire, wanted to return and rescue her
most valuable material belongings never came out. When she found herself without means,
without income, with debts and with a large family, she had to manage
herself and after an absurd theft of a loaf of bread, she was imprisoned
in the Calabozo tower. There he met a strange woman, an old woman
who wouldn' t let go of the window bars and who was babbling with
no senses. A quiet night of full moon heard her babble and move her
fingers to the sky and after a snap, the temperature began to drop.
The clouds covered the sky and a large blue ray beat the stable and all
the guards went out to shut it down, leaving the cells unguarded. The
old lady turned and with her eyes blank told her every night you repeat yourself
in your mind that if you had known, if you had anticipated your capture
you would not have stolen that loaf of bread. You want to know truly,
you want to know you will give me a life, a complete life
in exchange for seeing the future, feeling it, anticipating knowledge and talking to
him beyond. That' s what you want. She was nervous and without
understanding the depth of the pact, she said yes and so she was consumed
the old woman became a young girl who laughing filled through the bars and left
the woman. He looked at her gray hair, had taken several years of
her life. A few days later he was able to anticipate a guard who,
in a drunken carelessness, would leave the cell open and thus escape to
see his family. I had so many questions I didn' t know where
to start, but how did you know that story? He was home.
Your great- aunt recently has mediumship. We talked, we drank tea He
told us about his family in a thousand seven hundred and forty- nine.
We show you this world. He was surprised by so many things. He
loves the card. He said winking at me while I smiled. What you
need to know is this. The exchange involved a lifetime of 100 years that
as a credit we used the family, the women of the family must pay.
All the women in the family. With this power, I mean,
we' ve put years into life. However, we do not know how
much more to pay. We suspected you didn' t have this burden.
I' m so sorry, you do, but the secret is this.
The more you use power the longer you live, the more you contribute to
that account, the more you live or see the future. The great dilemma
over whether to use power or not is actually a gift or a curse.
What is better worth living the present or seeing the future. I keep thinking
about it so soon you know I use it very little. This was it.
I was told by a production of blue che written by Rodrigo job and
narrated by Ana Ragasol Visita. He told me the night com