{"id":3232,"date":"2026-02-01T15:37:24","date_gmt":"2026-02-01T12:37:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/simanas-diaries-17-the-call\/"},"modified":"2026-02-01T15:37:24","modified_gmt":"2026-02-01T12:37:24","slug":"simanas-diaries-17-the-call","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/en\/simanas-diaries-17-the-call\/","title":{"rendered":"Simana\u2019s Diaries \u2013 17 \u2013 The Call"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>The <\/p>\n<p>call did not come to Simana as a voice. Calls rarely came as voices anyway; a voice was merely the crudest form of a call.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>That night, the sky was as high as it should be. The stars were in their rightful places, but the space between them was too wide open. It was as if the sky were trying to hide the absence of something; but no matter how much it covered it up, a trickle still seeped through.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>When <\/p>\n<p>Simana noticed this, she did nothing at first. She didn\u2019t reach for the drum, nor did she light the fire. She stepped in front of the beech tree. She simply stood there\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>This was no ordinary tree; it never had been. Its roots stretched into a darkness where no one knew where they ended in the earth; its branches reached so high that one could not even ask on which level of the sky they ended. The tree seemed to stand still where it was, but in reality, it was connecting one place to another at every moment.<\/p>\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>Simana placed her hand on its trunk. The tree wasn\u2019t cold. Nor was it warm. It felt more like the skin of something that remembered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>Just then, three voices came from the sky. Each from a different being. But they all said the same thing:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>\u201cSimana\u2026 The sky is waiting for you.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>But there is no sky. So what will you climb toward?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>And the sky cracked open\u2026 It was the opening of a nine-layered void,<\/p>\n<p> each layer containing an emotion, a fear, a forgetting\u2026<\/p><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>An eagle flew overhead. It was upside down. Its feathers hung downward, its talons reaching toward the sky. And then the eagle\u2019s voice came:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>\u201cSimana, you were born because people have forgotten something\u2026<\/p>\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>Simana couldn\u2019t open her mouth. It was as if something had been pulled from within her, leaving behind a slight but unsettling emptiness.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>The <\/p>\n<p>earth melted, time dried up, the sound dissolved. Simana knelt down. She took the drum in her hands. She held the mallet. The deer antler was cold but familiar. It was like the bone of spirits.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>The <\/p>\n<p>first beat was soft. The second beat listened to the echo of the first. With the third beat, the world relaxed just as it should. She closed her eyes. She held her breath. She was no longer here. There was only sound.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>And then, the first hymn poured from his lips:<\/p>\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>O sky! O nine-layered void!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>O god whose name I have forgotten!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>I am Simana, I came from beneath the stone.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>From the place where <\/p>\n<p>wounded birds lie,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>I walked toward you, memorizing the <\/p>\n<p>deer\u2019s prayers.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>I have no <\/p>\n<p>wings, but I have a dream.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>The <\/p>\n<p>wind does not carry my voice.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>I am the one who reminds you of the wind.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>I\u2019m not calling you <\/p>\n<p>with my drum.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>I ask you:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>Where are you?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>If <\/p>\n<p>you\u2019re here, why are you silent?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>If you\u2019re <\/p>\n<p>not here, why are you still being waited for?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>O sky! I will see into your very core.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>I\u2019ll peel away <\/p>\n<p>layer by layer what you\u2019ve hidden.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>I will walk toward you not with prayers, but with questions.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>I am Simana. The unanswered prayer of souls!<\/p>\n<div>\n<div>She fell <\/p>\n<p>silent. She gently set the mallet down on the ground. She did not open her eyes. For her eyes were now turned toward the heavens.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>A tremor began\u2014first in the stone, then in the earth, then in her heart.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>Nothing had answered. But it had listened. Simana knew this\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>And then she heard a whisper:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>\u201cSimana has been called\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>But who had called her? The spirits? Or something else she didn\u2019t yet know the name of? And a single word fell into Simana\u2019s heart. Just one word. But with that word, she could shatter the heavens:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The call did not come to Simana as a voice. 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