Talking to the stars. Elena García Pérez
of them had recently read an article in a scientific journal: The Wisdom of Inner Silence of Tao Te Ching, now they realised that they were beginning to experience what they had read.
Was Pipilet’s silence a sign of wisdom? Are we really slaves to our words and owners of our silence?
You know that when you are facing a disconcerting situation, it is better to listen than to speak, to think more than to act and to meditate more than to run.
Had you every thought of that?
After a few hours, Pipilet realised that he had not yet contacted his parents, so he picked up his guitar and started playing. What for us is simply music, for Pipilet and his family it was beyond. Pipilet communicated with his people not only through colour but also music, since it has vibrations that are transmitted through the waves and travel faster than light.
That soft and dynamic music at the same time, was heard by Claudia (a friend of Elena) who passed by their door. Half an hour later she decided to call:
“Hello Elena, it’s Claudia. Do you have a musician in your house?”
“No, why?
“I just went past your house and I could hear a guitar.”
“Ah, yes! It was my friend Piplet who has arrived!”
“Who?”
“Pipilet Mandala, I had already spoken to you about him, remember?”
“Ah, yes! I would love to meet him and I think our other friends would like to meet him too. What do you think if we meet tomorrow after eating in the river and I’ll call the others?”
“Alright, I will speak to my friend and I will send you an SMS, is that OK? Til tomorrow then.”
“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Elena took advantage of the moment when her friend stopped playing to indicate that it would be best to go downstairs, since her parents would be preparing dinner.
Upon arriving to the dining room, Elena observed that on the table there was a note from her mother that said: “Dad and I have gone to the supermarket to do the shopping, please set the table for dinner, thanks.”
Next to the note was a newspaper with an article about the meaning of the snail, which her father had published just the day before. Restlessly, she began to read.
“From the snail we can learn many things, among them: their serenity, their perseverance and their particular way of protecting themselves.
This animal, which has a large spiral shell behind it, lets us see the simplicity of life and how it progresses slowly, but surely.
We think they hide for fear of life, but that is not true. They know how to carry their burden without conflict and without telling anyone what they should do, they know that the answers have to be found within each one and that the growth of each one must be done from the inside to, later, know how to project it towards the outside. Therefore, when they feel that conditions are favourable, they leave their shell and decide to follow their path.
They know that time does not matter and that it is not necessary to become the first to the finish line, since the most important thing is to arrive enjoying and living intensely every moment that has been offered on the road.
From them, we must learn to know how to walk step by step, leaving positive traces and helping others unselfishly.
I AM INTERIOR, I AM WITH OTHERS. AT ALL TIMES I AM”
“The spiral is the natural way of expressing the infinite and the eternal”
« “Wow!” Elena thought. Without realising it, she jumped up from the armchair, saying with a wave of her hand: “Yes.”
Suddenly the door of the house opened, it was her parents who came from the weekly shopping. Pipilet was in the library consulting books and, above all, looking for grammar and Spanish vocabulary topics. Elena suddenly thought and said:
“What a good time to start teaching Spanish, let’s start with food”, she proposed.
“Pipilet, would you come to the kitchen with me please, that way you can see the food that my parents have bought.
“Yes, I’m coming.”
Elena did not give credit to what she had just heard, her friend began to speak. They were the first words that Pipilet drew from his vocal cords and it was funny to hear his human voice. It was a sweet voice, but strong at the same time, of those musical voices, but with a great intonation. The two approached the kitchen, then suddenly he said:
“Good afternoon.”
Teresa and Pablo were amazed to hear Pipilet.
“But... how... (they both answered at the same time).
“Only few words. Well, I think I have made a mistake: I know few words. Is that how you say it?”
To which Elena answered.
“Yes, friend, it’s like that. And I propose that we begin learning the different foods that my parents have just brought. Look: Tomato, bananas, melon, lettuce, chocolate, eggs, milk, bread...”
What Elena did not know is that most of the food she showed him, he did not know of them, since they were not in Galappar and that the way of cooking was completely different (rather, it was not cooked). He ate directly without any preparation (well I'll tell you later on).
Suddenly Pipilet went into a fierce hunger. For the first time he felt his saliva pass through his throat, it was a new sensation he had never experienced.
Elena paused and Teresa took advantage of the moment to ask:
“Well kids, what would you like for dinner?”
“I don’t know mum, what would you like Pipilet?”
“I don’t know, all must be very nice.” (he had no idea).
“Then, whatever you want mum.”
A great pizza arrived on the table. Suddenly Pipilet felt a new sensation: his eyes were out of his sockets and again he felt the presence of saliva in his mouth. He took a bite and began to taste it, and without thinking twice he said:
“Deliciousssssss!”
Everyone started laughing since they didn’t yet know that Pipilet had never tasted human food. The inner curiosity and the desire to learn exploded inside and manifested itself.
“Could it be that tomorrow I can enter the kitchen and thus learn? In Galappar we don’t cook and I would love to learn, so in a future I can teach gastronomy. I could become a good cook... That’s how you say it, right?”
Teresa smiled and loved watching Pipilet gobbling down the food, to which she replied:
“Without a doubt I will be your culinary teacher, and not only that, but I will also teach you pastry.”
“What’s that?”
“Elena, please, could you get the piece of chocolate cake from the fridge that we have left over from yesterday?”
“Of course, mum.”
Elena went straight to the fridge to get the piece of cake.
“Thank you, daughter. Here you go, Pipilet, try it and tell us what you think.”
Pipilet took a teaspoon and began to eat, he had never eaten anything so good, without realising it he smacked his lips. Everyone started laughing again; since it was bliss to see him eat with the satisfaction with which he ate, savouring everything.
“It’s good, isn’t it” said Teresa.
“Absolutely delicious, better than delicious, please, show me!”