My Universe

Magec

My name is Magec.  Or at least I would like it to be.  I found the name in an ancient book about the my ancestors, the original inhabitants of the Canary Islands.  This book, old as it was, held the knowledge of ancient Berber mythology, and the history of the land.  It held so many things in that book.  But was Magec a male or a female?  I often asked myself that, and adopted the name of this sun deity as my own, for I was born in a body, where it was uncertain if I was a man or a woman as well. 

Tenerife was my home, even after the Great Purge, when most of humanity died out.  I'm not certain how my family managed to survive.  I only know now, our numbers are dwindling.  Everyone must contribute for something, or die.  I tried to fit in.  I truly did.  But it just wasn't enough.  You see, I was born intersex.  My parents tried to raise me as a man, but I was much to feminine to ever grow into a man.  In a world where men were expected to procreate and sire as many babies as we can, there was no longer any room for people like me.  And the men in general didn't care to date a woman with a bigger package than they had...

I was outcast. I took with me a robe that belonged to my sister.  I made myself tattoos from the Berber days of old.  I knew my days of living were limited.  You never survive long when you are living alone.  Safety in numbers was a luxury I no longer had.  But when I left this world, it was going to be shining as my true self. 

I would sing every morning, and dance on the beach shores, reveling with the sun on my face.  For seven days.  Seven days of pure bliss.  But the body begins to weaken without proper nourishment.  I began to fade.  It was then that I began to first see the lion.

He ghosted along the shores I danced on.  At first I thought I was seeing things, given that he would disappear at any given time.  The weaker I became, the lesser the distance was between us.  Some days, he was so close, could see the scars on his face, from battles long ago.

On the day that I knew I was dying, he came.  I found that lion, peering at me.  I was not afraid.  I had been ready to die for a long time.  I never thought this creature would speak to me, let alone change into a man before my very eyes.  He had beautiful, ebony skin, and his face was scarred identically as the lions.  A beautiful woman of light was beside him.

"Are you an angel?" I asked.

"You can call me whatever you like."

"Am I dying?"

"Not anymore.  You have been living to the fullest more than you ever have in your young life."

"I have."

"But it came at a price, did it not?"

"It did."

"Was it worth it?"

"Yes."

"Are you content?"

"Somewhat."

"What can you do to feel fulfilled?"

"I would gather other people like me, and we would live in fellowship in one another, embracing ourselves as we really are."

"So be it then."

So I did.  These wonderful friends became my brother and sister, and took me to their sky dome, where I learned miraculous things.  I became the very person I always wanted to be.  I gathered people such as myself, people that wished to embrace their soul and learn to be comfortable in their own bodies, and brought them to my home where we were unafraid to embrace our feminine yin.  We danced,  we sang songs.  We were diverse, with feminine images from all over the world.  But soon, we all wanted something more.  We began to want to interact with humanity, instead of hiding among ourselves.

I came to his sacred place, one day, my brother of the heart.  It was different in our sky dome than back on Earth.  Here, it was more like a place of dreams, where the laws of physics were not confined.  To find this sacred place, you only had to think of him.  To think of him, would lead you to a floating wooden door, of hand-carved designs of the people he once knew. 

I touched the door, and that brought me to a place of blinding light, a place where the light was the two of them, and and they were the light.  It stirred when I entered that place.  The light shifted, as my presence was sensed.  It began to take form, and my friends appeared in human bodies.  Words were not spoken.  They knew. 

"You are ready," They said.

They taught me to make my dreams come to life.  I began to create more heavenly beings to live with us.  They were from my homeland stories of long ago.  I made Chaxiraxi, my own Sun Goddess, and her mate, Achaman.  We got what we wanted:  a couple to sing for, to make a beautiful bride.  And they would go to Earth, the both of them, and find men and women that wished to be married, and bring them to us.  We would sing to them, and make his bride so beautiful.  A happy thing we were doing.  But I have found that when you do such things, in a place of duality, an opposite will appear. 

Achuguayo was my opposite.  But he was not so bad.  He was like my masculine form, but happy with it.  And while I would shine in the day, he would creep about at night, and see the world in their darkest hours as well as their brightest, as the moon itself did.  While I was all about bringing couples together, he simply watched and observed, and just let things be.  He was the regulator of time. 

Achuchucanac, another opposite, he was my rain.  I brought about warmth and joy.  This one, he was more the warrior type.  He could be gentle, but he could also be fierce.  He was a force to be reckoned with, but necessary. 

The hardest of them all was Guayota.  He was our "problem child."  The complete opposite of our Achaman in every way.  One day he even tried to kidnap me, just as the old tales implied.  Achaman had to bring me back out of that volcano with him.  He wanted to kill him, but I wouldn't let him.  It would destroy himself as well, and he and Chaxiraxi were already pregnant with their soon to be son, Chijoraji.  This would be their miracle child, and he would walk the earth performing miracles. 

We agreed to let Guayota stay in that volcano.  But instead of going about and creating havoc anymore, he started his own creations:  the Tibicenas.  They came in the form of giant black dogs.  These would be the ones to wreck havoc and do his bidding, until they learned about nonduality themselves that is.  Only then would they become their own master.  But for now, whenever a Tibicenas was created, a Maxios was created as well, on our end.  These were the genies, that would guard specific places to the souls that were worthy.  Till then, the Tibicenas were the karma set loose upon the world. 

Authors Note:  This is a beautiful image of a Berber woman, and her tattoos that not many people do anymore.  She is not to my knowledge, a man, or an individual that is intersex.  Unlike Magec.  This is simply an image of a character's face.