The mystery of life

The mystery of life

The revelação

Still newborn, designed by "me"
Generated in the womb of nature
Was promised to me, I gave the blowing of my spirit
To become a Saint, during this age my spirit
Hovered over the Earth, we walked together
Under the command of my dear son Abraham
Ye did to me "the eternal Alliance".

Child have become, were enslaved and humiliated
But ye liberteis, I set the rules
And the general laws of good conduct, I showed you what
Was right and what was wrong
Without metaphors and parables, still were innocent
I forgave yourself all their sins
And guided to the promised land
Led by my beloved son "Moses".

Passed another era, arrived to "adolescence"
I sent my son firstborn "Jesus"
With all his grace and power
To present them the meaning of life
Show a little of our power
Our real strength, but you do not understood
You were baptized with my own blood.

Time passed became adult, along the evolution
With much pain and suffering
Acquired knowledge
To understand the true meaning of life
"Today is the big day".

In the beginning

"... God ... "

Came out of his State sublime and absolute
Energy and force
To devise a grandiose plan
Create the heirs of divine eternity
Continue the perpetuation of heaven.

To this purpose immeasurable
Mankind was created
The most perfect divine work
Superior beings endowed with great wisdom and compassion
With great longing for Justice and equality
Throughout the evolution become apt to mission
Continuing The "divine eternity".

Along the evolution mankind
As consequences of immaturity
Without understanding their real purpose their real value
Became involved in the most intense and horrific conflicts
Outside several sometimes that subjugated himself
All ripening process "the primary embryo".

Today are children before this great purpose
This ground plan materialized is only
One of the initial steps of a long way
"Heaven" is nothing more than
The final step in the long journey of evolution
Where merecestes, becomes
"Extraordinary heavenly beings"
Few will achieve next level of consciousness
Some will have right to sprout again
To achieve satisfactory consciousness
Many were left out of the larger plan
For not recognize and accept their real purpose.

"All" live in different worlds and complex universes
Bounded by the scope of your actions
In a psychological bubble
Where your senses are the marker of its borders
"They live always in conflict"
Live at any moment to influence and dominate other worlds
Without any respect and decency
Because this domineering spirit this into your subconscious
And do not know your control
This is the generator of all evil
And I unconsciously Dominator
His spirit of sovereignty
Forcing other worlds to defend
With fervor, sweat and sometimes blood
All are posts proof against this "hypothetical battle"
It is at this moment that are tested
And where is evaluated the ability of each to be
Against the adversities of life

"Vision of hell"

"Vision of hell"

The redoubt of their ignorance

It was a cold winter day

end of June month

I was traveling on a motorcycle

For an almost deserted road

Already dusk

My body writhed in cold

Time seemed not exist

My fate seemed infinite

The weariness and anguish plagued me

That situation seemed to have no end

Here come the crack of consciousness

And me

"Vision of hell"

The vision of a place

Cold, silent, lonely

A tenebrous place

Where would feel

The skin on your face chill

freeze your hands

the joints of your body ache

Your feet fall asleep

You will not feel any wind

Not even a breeze on your face

A place totally empty, lonely

Will feel an intense thirst

But not have water to drink

You will feel an insatiable desire to eat

But not have kill their food hungry

But not die, after all the main objective is free them

Of all his vices and desires

Also you will feel intense loneliness

Not have nobody to share his anguish

Be alone, only with yourself

And in the company of his conscience

Anguish and loneliness as their only companions

Time does not exist, there will be no day or night

As an evening in a cold winter day

The light, as the midnight sun

see just a penumbra

Stay on the border between light and darkness

Will be similar to walking on a semiarid region

At dawn cold winter

Only the glow of twilight

The sound is almost entirely lacking

Do not hear the sound of your walks

Only hear a small noise in his voice

Will walk, will walk, will walk

And not reach anywhere

Hell Will always with you

Will always be on your conscience

You'll have all the time in the world to

Reflect on their actions

The weather in this place will seem eternal

You will have to live with the memory of their deeds

What did and what they did not do

You had the power to put there

You will also have the power to leave

Depend only on you

At the end of hell is not eternal

Eternal will be the length of their unconsciousness and ignorance