The Magic of Reunions. - The book.



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We will start our posts with the book “The Magic of Reunions” in a compact way, but without losing the links between the parties.


A legion of people around the world knows perfectly well that it is not simple to faithfully translate languages ​​into a specific language.
Some of them then are much more complex than others. Based on this I apologize to the readers of the English language for finding in our exhibitions, texts, paragraphs and even a whole chapter, somewhat confused as to their understandings, because we use in our works simply an Online translator, since we cannot afford to pay a professional trained to assist us in this task.
Grateful for everyone understands.
Jaime D'Aquino.


                                   
                                PRESENTATION.

There are innumerable and often unfathomable mysteries that surround us. The strange and sweet look of a person whom we have never seen, but captivates us impressively, a newborn who arrives in the bosom of a family, as a son, a grandson and, for no apparent reason, brings feelings of intense joy, at the same time as it permanently removes others from distressing longing for someone who left it, opening, when in the "departure" of this person, an irreparable void in the lives of those who are part of it.
Likewise, similar processes often happen, but in reverse situations. The great repulsion by our fellow men, also devoid of evident cause, confuses legions of men and women without, however, leading them to reflect that we can all be directly involved in the most varied occurrences that arise in the days of each of us .
The Magic of the Reencounters approaches, through its characters, this intriguing theme that, depending on the circumstances, causes astonishing as well as tragic consequences, since life is a very long sequence of back and forth, represented in its successions.
We harvest what we sow. This symbolizes the fruits that inevitably comes from the individual or collective actions practiced by all human beings.
Blessed are those who through the paths of successive lives are renewed in the practices of good through the centuries, exemplified in a fascinating novel in our history by two protagonists who are in various existences, loving and sowing Love, always traveling together the same ways and, hand in hand, united by the bonds of the heart, going towards the infinite.
                                        Jaime D'Aquino.
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                                     FIRST PART. (1st).
                                 PROLOGUE.
         
Boy Marcos lived the despair of disharmony within his own home. His parents and siblings were such a small group of people divided between two different segments. On one side his mother, his beautiful sister Sara, the older, and him. On the other, his father and three other brothers. Relatives on the opposite side, without exception, behaved irresponsibly, conducted their lives as if it were a hobby, something not to be taken seriously.
Only his dear mother and Sara struggled to understand him. Sara always showed her great affection for her brother. She was the comfort of her colorless life, without prospects.
The beloved sister labored extensively to help at home, since the financial resources her father received through his tiny pension were insufficient even to feed themselves. He paid his studies in a modest school, where he entered soon after completing the seven years of age. Sara lived solely for the family, denying herself, her own life.
Despite being a child, Marcos did not see himself as such; he felt "old inside." This world, the environment where he lived, did not make him comfortable, did not bring him the longed for well-being. He was a stranger to everyone. He only felt peace when he was alone, in the company of sweet and inexplicable longing that always accompanied him.
The difficult years followed each other, and only one was left for him to complete his elementary school. His apathy made his studies difficult, despite the privileged and natural intelligence. He dedicated himself only to not repeat the year and always succeeded.
At the age of thirteen, already in seventh grade, he was transferred to a college that also taught high school in a neighborhood near his home.
Time passed and Marcos, like in the previous one, could not get the necessary adaptation to the new college and to the colleagues. He tried to relate even if discreetly to them, but it was not an easy claim, since he lived in a world he felt was not his own.
He was still considered, albeit with less rigor than in the first school, a stranger and living the margins of his conviviality.

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                            SECOND PART. (2nd). 
THE APPROACH BETWEEN MARCOS AND AURORA.

With great relief mingled the compassion noted for some time, that there was a colleague suffering similar dilemma to yours.
"Who knows we will not be friends and make our school routine less unpleasant?" He wondered what the future held in store for them.
She, a shy teenager, studied in her living room, was the same age and, coincidentally, was born on the same day as him. Depressive and soft-faced, her hair was orange and wavy, her skin light and freckled, the renegade girl gone since joining the college, nicknamed by all of "the redhead." She was indeed red-haired, but seldom addressed her by name, not by her physical type, but because her undisguised shyness had made her a mockery of most of her colleagues.
His medium brown eyes revealed sadness. The beauty of his face passed through many unnoticed by his unconcerned insecurity.
Marcos and the redhead, Aurora is his name, they were happy to be led by circumstances to get closer to each other.

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                               THIRD PART. (3rd).                    
                             AURORA AWAKENS.
        
Aurora dream of the spiritual being who represents Mark, just the night of the day he met him was an unusual event and brought to both, though somewhat indefinitely, details of their past lives, of the present day and future, which will be fully understood over time and at favorable times.
She woke up excited, believing it was just a wonderful dream. If, asleep, it could be nothing more than a dream like any other. In spite of this he was intrigued, in what way a dream would be able to appear as strikingly real to him as if he had actually lived it. Not having parameters that perhaps put it in another point of view, it was left to him only the conclusion that it was the fruit of his privileged imagination, his great romanticism as a teenager. Soon, however, you will understand what really happened, and the consequences that will come of the event.
Time to get up and get ready to go to school.
There Marcos was waiting for her.
When she saw him she noticed his concern, and she was sure that she had something very important to tell him. It was time to start classes and he warned her that at the beginning of the recess she would need to talk to him.
They entered the classroom and she was in anguish, not containing the sudden and uncontrollable urge to tell her friend about the dream she had had, and to know what worried her. They could not pay attention to the first classes, so much to the anxiety that they felt for the encounter, and they looked at each other all the time. The wait was endless, and finally the bell rang announcing the recess, to their relief.
They left the room in a hurry. When they were facing each other, Mark was about to start talking when she begged him:
"Please, listen to me first.
Aurora was narrating the whole course of the dream in the smallest detail they were allowed to remember, and the more she spoke, the more astonished he became. At last he told the whole story to the trouble, since time was short. He tried to calm down, glimpsing the seriousness of what happened and told him:
"A few days after meeting you I suspected the great affinity and admiration I felt for you, not because we were the" strangers "of the class, but because everything about you was familiar to me, even though I could not understand it. Now from this night the fittings of a great puzzle have begun to form in my mind.
"Why does Mark tell me this?" She asked, puzzled.
"Because we met in what seemed to be a dream, and it brought me the prospect of understanding details of the unexplainable longing that always accompanied me, and the extreme difficulty of adjusting to this life.
Aurora paled and said in a whisper,
"Then it was not a dream!"

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                             FOURTH PART. (4th).

home Marcos took a shower and, in little more than an hour after lunch, began reading the book that Aurora lent him.
He read a few pages and was delighted at the beginning.
I was reading lying down. He left the book open where he paused and placed it on his chest. The romanticism already transmitted in the early chapters seemed to signal a profound approach on the subject, and in order to capture the attention of the reader fond of this type of literature.
He thought of Aurora in the dream that brought them to the knowledge of the power of intense love to accompany them for secular periods.
Moved and touched by the memory of the unique ceremony of recognition, he traveled within himself, and everything around him lost reality.
It returned to the ninth century, at a time of many wars and invasions. His father owned a small expanse of land. All the owners of agricultural areas similar to his father were obliged, due to the extreme insecurity in which they lived to surrender their lands to great landowners in exchange for protection.
These powerful lords had many well-armed armies that always defended them in the event of attacks by the invaders.
Life, and the relative calm to take their livelihoods from the land, since most of what they produced was to be delivered to these masters, was priceless.
He, his father, mother and siblings, as well as the neighbors in equal situation, were peasants and spent almost the entire week in tracts of land.
Their only pleasures were the visits that families made to each other during rest periods. In one of these visits happened to the second approach, ‘loving’ between "Marcos and Aurora".
They had known each other since they were boys and often walked alone on land in areas unfit for cultivation, actually "at rest to return to fertility." They sat down when tired, under flowering trees, and he would remove the handkerchief she always wore to protect her hair, and adorn them with the flowers of those trees. His parents noted thoughtfully, as the two did not turn their attention to almost anything else.
In the days of hard work, they anxiously awaited the breaks to be together, for they felt the pained need to be next to each other.
The innocent love between two children. It was precisely this that led them to seek, to live in a world of theirs alone.
They grew in size, age, and, above all, in love, and when they were sixteen, she was married.
The most unhappy day in the life of the boy came so early. The great love of his life that before his age when he was married, died when he gave him his first child.
His despair was unimaginable. He tried to put an end to his own existence and follow it in the afterlife. He did not just conclude this action, because it was contained almost brutally, since his intense agony brought him enormous strength.
After hours the two mothers, in spite of the martyrdom they felt for the loss of the Beloved One, were able to calm him and make him understand that the main reason of his life was gone, but she left him a beautiful boy who would need him very much, of his protection and of his love.
He lived for the rest of his life because of his beloved son. They went to him already old, to go to meet his mother, father and son, two inseparable companions.
Marcos not only remembered this remarkable episode, but also lived it tragically.
His life as a child, both in this and in this existence, brought him the immense desire to know, to prepare himself for the fulfillment of the mission with Aurora, his always and only love that, according to the promise made to them, will rise above this world of misfortunes, hypocrisies, arrogance...

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                                        FIFTH PART. (5th).         
THE PROCESS OF SEPARATION BETWEEN MARCOS AND AURORA BEGINS.
        
On a Friday, to Mark's surprise, Aurora revealed to him that his mother, Noemia, would very much like to meet him.
"And why does she want to meet me?" I wanted to know.
Aurora explained to him the reason that made him happy and worried at the same time.
"How about you going to the house tomorrow?" She invited him enthusiastically.
Marcos shuddered! Knowing Aurora's family and not just his mother could be a very important event for both of them, but his intuition warned him about what was about to happen; the next day would be fateful for both of them.
"I think yours will be present, and it will be obvious to them, excluding your mother, the close connection between us." It is impossible for us to be together without realizing it. We will not be able to look at each other in disguise.
-You've noticed it beforehand.
"How, if I do not know them and neither do they to me?"
"They do not know each other personally. You know that in a family everyone notices any strange things in each other's behavior, stimulating the imagination of the curious, a discreet characteristic in my brothers, and accentuated in my father.
"And what was so strange about their behavior that they noticed, and excited their curiosity?"
"I have not told you yet, Mark, but I love writing brief romantic stories and commenting that I have a natural talent for creating them. Except that the last, closed last week...
"You do not have to continue Aurora. In this, it was not even necessary to use his talent, because his history was real, so real that he did not even change the names of the characters and, good thing he forgot or omitted little details.
You've awakened to life! Why so childish?!
- You're scaring me! I did not know you read other people's thoughts as well.
"You know perfectly well that it's not about reading anything. You have clearly heard from me what you were told; you just do not understand the process by which I become aware of certain facts. It has nothing to do with reading anyone's thoughts. Thanks to the Supreme Light, only what I am allowed to know, and in due time, comes to me. If someone randomly or consciously read the thoughts of their peers could change the course of some events. I do not have, and to be some, at the "embryonic" stage in which we find ourselves, the power to change the course of anything unless it is in the condition of an instrument of the Cosmic Law.
Your mother already knew everything, for you told her yourself, but in this "carelessness" your brothers, including your father, despite most of it being a fanciful narrative, also know our history.
"Does my father know?"
-You know.
-My God! And to complicate matters, I get caught up, always when I'm talking to my brothers or my mother, talking about you and emphasizing their qualities. Did my father ever hear it, too?
You can be sure of this.
We are only approaching the age of fourteen. Although this relationship is sympathetic to your mother, how do you think she is at the head of her father? How is he reacting to all this?
"I honestly do not know, but I do not think I have anything to fear."
"Do not you remember our breakup anytime soon?"
"Do you believe that knowing him will trigger this prediction?"
"She's already set off and I'm very sad to think about it, but we can not change this reality.


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                                     Sixth part. (6th).
                Mark tells Noemia about Sarah, his sister.

-Admiration! That's exactly what I feel every time I pay attention to Sara.
-Marcos! Have you been admiring other women? Who is Sara?
"Sara is my sister, Mrs. Noemia.
-Wow! If you who are your brother are impressed by her beauty, imagine the other men.
"This is an attribute of Sara that often brings her serious trouble.
On the trips back and forth to work, since he almost does nothing else in life, he suffers from the harassment of men.
Dress in the simplest and most discreet way possible. She does not rub herself and just brushes the brush in her many straight hair and does not even leave her alone. It is tall and has an enviable athletic bearing, which sometimes intimidates certain inconvenient individuals.
Sara is extremely sweet, but when she feels offended, she is equally aggressive and, I supposed, she did not judge the consequences of her actions.
Earlier this year she took me to a store to buy my college uniform. On the way, a fellow, one of the most vulgar you can imagine, stopped in front of us and gave him a practically obscene compliment. Sara looked at him from top to bottom and then gave him a very violent blow to the face. He was pushed to the side with the force of the blow and, unbalanced, fell to the ground. He stood up foamed with rage. Instead of running Sara turned in front of him resolutely, and quickly opened the clasp of her purse. Holding his right hand inside, he ordered the man to withdraw so he would not get hurt any more
 I noticed his surprise and indecision, which seemed to me to be frightened by her reaction, and the extreme confidence in her.
By this time there was a small cluster of people watching and we heard someone suggesting lynching it.
She pulled me by the hand discreetly and the place we retired.
Far from the place of the incident, I rebuked her, telling her not to go armed. Sara stopped and said very seriously:
"My brother, there is a limit to everything in this life. Our dignity, whenever possible, must be preserved, and yet with great caution, for life is too precious to be put at risk, without the necessary coldness which the most diverse situations require.
Before any reaction learn to appreciate, and quickly, the pros and cons of each. In the slightest evidence of it being unfavorable or in the absence of proper calm, do nothing.
I am against violence in all its forms, yet I abhor the total passivity of an immense number of people, under various conditions of their lives, whether through ignorance, negligence or cowardice.
After these remarks opened the bag and showed me its contents. Nothing but what women usually wear in theirs.
"I wanted to meet you too, Marcos.
"You'll meet her soon enough."
-Marcos! We've been talking for over two hours! Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to get to know you better and, I am sure, I take with me the gratifying happiness of having you as my future son-in-law and of being able to hear words of a High Spirit spoken by a charming young man.
"Your mistress, Noemia, I thank God for my Dawn to have her mother."
-Let's go Marcos. We'll talk a lot, combined?
"As many as you wish." For me it will always be a great pleasure.

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                                Seventh part. (7th).
                    Marcos and Sara know Antonio.

-Good day sir! She greeted him.
We want information about the house you are renting.
Sympathetically he invited them in. Sara and Marcos realize that the owner of the house treats them with surprising affection, and spontaneously presented himself:
 -My name is Antonio. There were others interested in the house here, but I did not like any of them. I told everyone I had been hired.
Before you I no longer feel like a liar, for I know you will be her next occupants.
"But as if you do not know us, do not you know if we can afford a rent compatible with your house?" I wanted to know Sara.
"My daughter," said Antonio, his voice heavy with bitterness, "there are things in this life for which we can not find explanations, however much we seek them.
The two brothers feel that the man of simple and affectionate appearance brings within himself doubly distressing questions and for him incomprehensible, showing in his words and in the expression of his face, much sadness.
Antonio, suggesting great affection for them, as if for some unknown reason awaited them, began to narrate to them their life, in a stifling necessity to externalize what it had to the Soul to him.
"Four years ago I lost my wife, my beloved companion who lived beside me for thirty-nine years. With it was almost my whole will to live.
My last breath was our only son, Humberto, who also went off in a terrible automobile accident two years after his mother, and my daughter-in-law and my beloved grandchild accompanied him in this tragedy.
To the cries continues its painful narrative:
I could not understand how I found the strength to continue living. In spite of no longer wanting, a strange and unknown energy kept me here, in this world, forcing me to see clearly that the time has not yet come to leave him.
Very downcast, but resigned, moved by this strange force, I tried to lead my life in the best possible way, feeling always coming, I do not know from where, a lot of courage that does not let me cower in the face of such great suffering.
There has recently happened another fact that began to awaken in me, something that I never supposed to exist in my heart, the brotherhood.
One day, months ago, when it was late at night, it rained heavily when, despite the intense noises of rain, winds and thunder, I heard someone at the gate calling and went to answer. She was a teenager with the characteristics of the Japanese people. His clothes were soaked and dirty. Her appearance indicated that she was suffering intensely. She begged me for help, volunteering to work as a domestic woman, wanting as compensation only food, and a place where she could rest and sleep after completing daily tasks.
I felt immense compassion for her. I asked him to come in and gave him a towel to dry himself. Here, in this room, I sat down and invited him to sit down too. Before I asked her anything, she asked me for water. I went to the kitchen to pick it up and gave it to him. He drank quickly. I offered more and she accepted everything. She took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch, exhausted. I let him rest, and as soon as he had recovered, he told me all his affliction in a distressing outburst.
His parents were Brazilian, children of Japanese who came to Brazil, more precisely São Paulo, a long time ago. They, in their turn, after marrying, understood to come and try their luck here in Rio de Janeiro.
They have always faced many problems in our state. Her mother was a widow when she was twelve. She is an only child, because at birth, due to complications at childbirth, her dear mother had lost fertility.
They both went through great difficulties and everything went wrong in their lives and made worse when four years later her mother had lived with a man she had met, shortly after her husband's death.
He had a store of pirated goods and was also a descendant of Asians, and though he suspected the nationality of his descendants, he never knew for certain what it was.
For the first few months everything seemed fine, until she realized he was besieging her. He tried to hide it from his mother and always resisted his stepfather. One day she, already suspicious, pretended to leave. Shortly after he returned, he found himself tearing at his clothes, trying to get her at any cost. His beloved mother berated him and received such a violent blow that he died instantly by banging his head against the wall. He had stared at her like an animal, threatening to kill her if he had been reported to the authorities.
"I do not want the police behind me, or I'll do worse to you than I did to her," she said, pointing to the limp body of her poor mother, and fled.
With their cries of despair, the neighbors rescued her and called the police, who could do nothing else. They, out of pity, made the funerals, after the legal actions that the case required.
She was then terrified of her house by the threats of her stepfather.
He wandered the streets and lived on the mercy of others, until in the midst of abundant rain, thunder and wind, without finding, shelter stopped at my gate and begged for help.
After listening carefully to her unhappy history I felt both pity for her and concern. She is underage and still threatened by a madman. I let my heart decide for me and, through the mysteries of life; her tragedy gave me more courage to continue my journey through this world.
Not only did I give him temporary employment, but the process of legal adoption is also well advanced. I hired a domestic servant to have her spare time as well as the tidy house. Before Hina appeared, this is her name; this was a real mess here, because in my severe depression I did not care about the cleaning and organization of the house. Only one of those ladies, who do the services of day laborers, in spite of their goodwill, only once a week, did not take care of so much work. After these arrangements I placed her in high school and now, thank God, she is redoing her life.
I realized through my misfortune that I was being somewhat selfish, finding in my intense pain that no one else knew what it was like to suffer as I suffered and I learned, above all, the importance of solidarity, of love for our neighbor.
May I present it to you?
"Sure, Mr. Antonio," Sara said, sensitized with such courtesy, since he treated them like two old friends.
Antonio went to the room of his already almost adopted daughter who was studying, and asked him if he would like to meet two people that he also just met.
"They must be special to you, for your eyes are shining, as if you had the grace to receive two Angels in your house.
"You really do, can you see how happy I am?"
- More than happy! Come on?

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                                  Eighth part. (8th).         
            Antonio introduces them to the young Hina.
                             
Arriving in the living room, the adorable "Japanese" introduced herself to the two brothers:
-Much pleasure. My name is Hina and thanks to this holy man I live now in a world of peace!
When they see the charm of the young woman who is Hina, beautiful, healthy and happy, Marcos and Sara were surprised. They had never heard any comment that a girl of Japanese descent had knocked on the door of someone in such a great state of distress, Antonio said, even more here in Rio de Janeiro.
She praised Sara and then made him a strange request:
"You're beautiful!" Can I hold her?
"You're beautiful, too, Hina!
Sara stood up, her heart racing.
They embraced each other as two Beings who met again after long separation, to the point of Antonio moved and curious, Ask:
-Do you know each other?
They looked at him happy and excited, though not knowing what to answer. Hina, on an impulse and, exultant, spoke to Antonio:
"I do not know how to explain it to you, but we've known each other a lot, although for me it does not matter where.
Mark silently perceived all the majesty of the Spiritual Laws, subtly touching two long-sought Souls, and the process of recognition would soon take place.
He talked for some time animatedly for the little group, as if they were family.

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                                  Ninth part. (9th).    
                          
 "I shall be grateful to you for all my life, Mr. Antonio, but I would like to understand the reason for all your affection and kindness to us.
"It would be nice if we had answers to all the questions." Can you also tell me what happened between you and Hina?
They looked at each other. They felt that within them lived a mutual, intense and inexplicable love.
"What I want now," said Antonio, "is to remember, longing for the past, but to live today, without anguish and questioning. They will never bring back what I lost and answers to the events in my life. What has passed has passed and nothing else can be done.
Marcos observes how much Antonio is mistaken and also trying to hide from himself, the impossibility of remembering his loves that have left without suffering.
"It's very difficult," he reflected; the happy or painful past come to remembrance, unaccompanied by longings or sorrows. Not infrequently it leaves marks, many times, crucial to the spirit for a lifetime, and even after it.
They are before him Sara and Hina, evident examples of what has always gone back one way or another. His strong intuition told him that Antonio himself in the near future will live intensely the past in his presents, until the last day of his life, in abundant detail.
You will know that there are yes, answers to all occurrences that happened in times previous to what we then lived, however, they do not present themselves in a generalized way. Many are not aware of one.

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                               Tenth part. (10th).
               The separation of Mark and Aurora.

The melancholy week is ending and Friday has come. At the entrance of the school, Marcos finds Aurora, and, certain that when he finished the exams, he would be with her, he tried to show calmness.
After the trials, as they left, Aurora, who is also endowed with high sensibility, had her vision compromised by the weeping that flowed from her eyes. Marcos, who had already been suffering, sought the strength to subdue himself and, holding his hand tenderly, tried to move away with her away from the school.
"During the trials, I was well, but at the end of the last question a terrible torment descended on me, accompanied by the certainty that I will now only have the sweet memory of the moments of peace and happiness that I have passed before you definitely never live without you again. I wanted so much to stay this rest of the day with you, but we have to fulfill our destiny.
They hold each other distressed, yet their reliance on reunion softens the intensity of their pain. With a long and desperate kiss, bathed by the tears that slide from his eyes to his lips, they said good-bye.

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                            Eleventh part. (11th).
                            Noemia knows Sara.

Noemia was going to give Marcos the farewell hug when a beautiful woman approached them.
"Sara, this is Mrs. Noemia, Aurora's mother."
"I swear I thought for a moment to be a few years ahead, and you were my sister-in-law!" He commented in surprise, Sara.
-You who is Sara, Marcos's sister?! Noemia asked, unable to disguise his great admiration.
"Yes, I just did not understand your surprise."
"Your brother told me about your beauty, but I only see you personally to see that it goes far beyond what I imagined.
Sara bowed her head as she always does, before those who are tedious compliments to her.
"Forgive me, Sara. I realize that your physical attributes, so desired by women, bother you when in many of them they would be reasons for immense happiness.
It was a great pleasure to meet you. I hope as soon as possible to invite you to pay us a visit.
"Noemia," said Marcos, "please tell Aurora that I love you more than anything in this life, and that we will be together again forever!"
"She knows Mark, and she will continue to be close to you, even if she lived on the other side of the world!" See you later.

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                                Twelfth part. (12th). 
                    Sara is reminded of her mission.
                         
  It ends another routine day for Sara in her atelier. It's been almost a year since she works without enough space. He'd been stalling all the time he'd wanted to talk to his brother. You want to rent a store with adequate dimensions to increase the service to new customers. They more than tripled, leaving them no choice: either they went to a bigger place, or they would have to reject services, once the order processing capacity had reached saturation point.
Since opening his atelier has made a habit of not making any decision without first consulting Marcos. Your suggestions were highly beneficial to you.
"Today this will be resolved, Sara thought.
It darkened when Marcos returned from more classes given to Hina. She anxiously asked for his attention without even remembering to greet him.
"I know you're tired, Marcos, but I need to talk to you.
-What happened to Sara, you look worried?
It exposed him, agitated by the long wait, his project.
"Darling, we have long shared our joys, sorrows, and also our troubles. I have always encouraged you in your work at home. This time I'll ask you for a time in your pretensions.
-But why?! I did not think I'd make such a big progress, and now you're asking me some time after all the work I've done?
- Calm down, Sara! I have my reasons for this. It will be sheer waste of time and money if you commit to something that you will surely give up at any moment.
Sara drew back instantly. He felt within himself the warning that he was taking the fleeting things of life very seriously. He asked meekly to Mark:
"What is my brother talking about?"
On a subject that seems to have been forgotten.
-I forgot? Are you referring to my mission?
"Yes, exactly to her."
"But what?"
"I think I should not be surprised, I should be prepared." Our hard and blessed journeys are soon to begin.

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                         Thirteenth part. (13th).
                 The striking dream of Antonio.
         Two more months in the course of time.                    
               
         High night and Antonio can not sleep. The retrospective of his whole life after lying down, allied with the crucial longing for his wife, son, grandson and daughter-in-law, left him in agony. Coming down many tears from his eyes and overcome by sleep, he fell asleep.
At the beginning of his apparent dream he found himself in a deserted and unpleasant place. He was careful not to fall. The stony, uneven and slippery terrain is extremely threatening.
In his slow march, he tried to get out of there in every way, but soon he realized that the difficulty grew as he moved. An unbearable heat and dreadful malaise exhausted all his energy, to the point of not being able to take another step. He sat down in anguish and trembling, imagining himself in the hell he had so often heard.
"My God, I thought, did I die as I remembered and suffered from my longing for my loves? If that is what happened to you, Father, let your will be done.
Was I not very strong and cruel in my wickedness? It is only fair that you pay in the same currency. I will not cower! The good I did at the end of my life was insignificant compared to the evil that accompanied me for almost the rest of it.
Even though he recognized all his faults, the scarce and foul air he breathed disappeared, leading him to faint.
Later he recovered consciousness without conduct, had the least notion of time and space, nor could he, for when he looked all around, he saw nothing. This new condition has terribly tormented his spirit again, since if there is something there, he has no reality.
Is it an isolation, an eternal abandonment? If it is exactly that I will suffer the worst, among the worst possible punishments. Antonio feared imagining this possibility.
Turning now, again, his eyes were in front of him, as if he had appeared in a magic pass, a bridge. It presents its half supported in the "emptiness", and the other in "solid ground". In fact, its means opposite to "nothing", have the bases fixed in a splendid valley. In it there are various fragrant flowers attached to branches of small and graceful shrubs arranged harmoniously in a lush and endless garden. Strangers and beautiful colorful birds complete the adornment of the Celeste Landscape.
Antonio felt confused:
"Did I have a nightmare, died, or am I dreaming in another dream?" He wondered.
The bridge there is before you, and what to do? Transpose it? Impossible. Can not get around. To contemplate the exalted vision is already very comforting.
A moment after his last thoughts he saw, far away from the bridge, four similar figures of whiter smoke that were taking shape as he approached him, leaving him in unprecedented perplexity. At the end of the majesty of that unknown process, Antonio felt as if he flew through the Universe, and listened to the songs of millions of Angels, such a singularity of joy that he never imagined to exist. Nice, his wife, Humberto, his son, his grandson and daughter-in-law, smiling and with open arms, invited him to come. A narrow, bright road formed beneath his feet, and he connected the space to the bridge. Ceasing his immobility he ran and knelt before them. Nice held out his hand, lifted it, and in a longing embrace flowed from her serene energy that penetrated the whole Being of Antonio.
-Honey! I never want to wake up to be with you forever.
"Listen to Antonio, you are not asleep, but between us in a Spirit that never sleeps, only rests through temporary relaxation of your mental activities. I say mentally that there is no more appropriate term for you to define what is really serene. Your body is lying dormant at this moment, resting.
We are in a dimension, among many that exist around the Earth, to which come the most varied categories of Spirits when leaving the ground plane.
We obtained permission to meet with you, and this meeting was not merely for your exhilaration, but so that among other things, you knew two of the faces, among the millions that "hell" presents, and that "Heaven" also possesses its infinites. Good and evil, which are the accesses to one and the other, reside within each Being, and in the course of its evolution the second is diluted, ceasing to exist.
Without the torment man would not know peace; if I never felt pain, I would not know what well-being is; in sadness he perceives and values ​​joy.
 The "fires of the hells", symbolized in all sorts of misfortunes, gradually lead the spirits of men to the Heavens, since of them, more and more softly, they receive their tempers, always shifting them to a next one, of greater sublimation.
We pray for this meeting, because it was essential for the complete awakening of your Innermost, to feel what you felt and to know what you now know as well as to clarify you about some other details, with which you will live until the end of your days in the world where found.
Throughout his journey on Earth he built a vast business empire, using for a long time in this construction, methods almost always dishonest. His thirst for power was such that he blinded him completely. If he is a new man today, he owes the good side that lives within you and insisted on not accepting him, and his "baptism" in pain.
My departure, as well as that of our son and his family, was part of a process by which every human being passes in the most varied forms. Our approach to the very useful negative phases of existence will aid in the withdrawal of your heart from the painful scourge you carried, thinking that your deviations from conduct were the causes of these events, although you now understand the extreme benefit they have brought to his Spirit.
Everything in life has its reason for being. It is because of the strong influences that the sufferings exerted on you, learning to be altruistic detaching of the material things.
His walk in the world in which he now finds himself is being shaped by the other course which he now leads. You can, by following this route, redirect the employment of your fortune which, as moral wealth for you, has no value.
This execution, at least in part, has already been subtly suggested to you by the loyal friend, Daniel, with the unique desire to bring glimpses of the true goods to his interior, but was not prepared at the time to evaluate its purpose. It was recorded in your memory, and it grieves you intensely that you threatened him if he insisted on his absurd attempt, since the values ​​considered him completely contrary to his.
You are now sure that without Daniel and Alberto, your mighty empire would have been noisy. It was no accident that in his desperation and contempt for life, you gave this Guardian and his kind son, the unrestricted authorization, by means of a written order issued by them, to act as they pleased in the conduct of business. Both of them still watched him for years in his misfortune, without you in his apathy, on that thought.
We pray for this meeting, because it was essential for the complete awakening of your Innermost, to feel what you felt and to know what you now know as well as to clarify you about some other details, with which you will live until the end of your days in the world where found.
Throughout his journey on Earth he built a vast business empire, using for a long time in this construction, methods almost always dishonest. His thirst for power was such that he blinded him completely. If he is a new man today, he owes the good side that lives within you and insisted on not accepting him, and his "baptism" in pain.
My departure, as well as that of our son and his family, was part of a process by which every human being passes in the most varied forms. Our approach to the very useful negative phases of existence will aid in the withdrawal of your heart from the painful scourge you carried, thinking that your deviations from conduct were the causes of these events, although you now understand the extreme benefit they have brought to his Spirit.
Everything in life has its reason for being. It is because of the strong influences that the sufferings exerted on you, learning to be altruistic detaching of the material things.
His walk in the world in which he now finds himself is being shaped by the other course which he now leads. You can, by following this route, redirect the employment of your fortune which, as moral wealth for you, has no value.
This execution, at least in part, has already been subtly suggested to you by the loyal friend, Daniel, with the unique desire to bring glimpses of the true goods to his interior, but was not prepared at the time to evaluate its purpose. It was recorded in your memory, and it grieves you intensely that you threatened him if he insisted on his absurd attempt, since the values ​​considered him completely contrary to his.
You are now sure that without Daniel and Alberto, your mighty empire would have been noisy. It was no accident that in his desperation and contempt for life, you gave this Guardian and his kind son, the unrestricted authorization, by means of a written order issued by them, to act as they pleased in the conduct of business. Both of them still watched him for years in his misfortune, without you in his apathy, on that thought.
"Everything you said to me, my dear, filled me with joy and confidence in the future without, however, withdrawing the great remorse of my poor Soul. Oh, if only I could start over!
-The remorse Antonio arises with the awakening and the maturation of the conscience. It hurts deeply, modifying impulses many times, insane of the Spirit in the past. It continues to hurt throughout life, but at the same time, by poking the Self into the acquisition of new moral values, leading it to the path of Light.
Now you must return to the world where you are to begin the edifying work.
We are permitted to inform you that you will remain on Earth for another twelve years and will leave it, "unexpectedly" just at the end of your work. I will be in this day very near to you, to lead you to your new Home, next to us.
Continues walking the path of Love and Kindness, seeking to improve more and more. Ask God for guidance in all the decisions you are to make.
The four loved ones embraced him, and then clasped their hands in a circle, leaving Antonio in the center.
He awoke listening to the clear voice of Nice:
"We'll be waiting for you, dear. May our Eternal Father protect you.
She opened her eyes and looked around her room.
-It's unbelievable! Everything there looks more or more real than here. I felt the fresh, pure air energizing my lungs, the solidity of the floor, the warmth of sunlight softening my body. Nice, my son, my daughter-in-law and my beloved grandchild, have higher vitality than when they lived with me! My sweet wife! How much tenderness in that embrace. The same softness of your face, the same fragrance of your hair!
My God! What world is that? If it is Spiritual, how are people more "alive" than here?
There are no answers to the questions that he was exulting in the present for Antonio and for the immense majority of the men on this plane.
The understanding of all things, obviously including the Universe itself, is gradual and very slow. There are no shortcuts. The road is long, painful, but in spite of this, the ultimate knowledge for man is inevitable. All of his progressive knowledge and power are intimately connected with the confidence he demonstrates to merit the Supreme Light.

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                          Fourteenth part. (14th).       
                       Sara's spiritual experience.
                            
Sarah did as her brother proposed. He went to his room, took a shower and dressed himself as if prepared to enter a Sacred Temple. It is intense the feeling of reverence and supplication that invaded your Soul. He prayed to the Eternal Father with extreme fervor. She felt soft drowsiness enveloping her, like a slight faintness. She is kneeling on the floor with her elbows resting on the bed and her hands clasped together in prayer. He paused briefly and lay down. In a few moments she felt transported to another place. Soon after, the drowsiness disappeared. He recovered full lucidity and the reality before him transcends his understanding.
It is housed in an orphanage that houses children under ten years of age. The vast area, all very well decorated with children's motifs, has an extraordinary organization.
The objects, the toys... Everything seems to have been meticulously chosen by someone who must love those little creatures she saw through the window, playing in an outer room. There are many and they look happy.
The environment exudes delicious fragrance of roses.
She noticed that one of the children is lying on a bed. Of course she is not well. A doctor, who stands with her back to Sara, auscultates her breast with a stethoscope.
He sees in his company a lady who looks about sixty years old. Standing in front of the doctor, but on the other side of the bed, this lady noticed his presence. She finds herself with both hands open over the child's abdomen, a girl, and a few centimeters from him. Sara approached and asked if they needed help, when she saw with great surprise that the doctor is Hina, just a little older. He brings a beautiful white rose tied to his hair by a clip, and smiling happily at her
"We were waiting for you." Your visit makes us very happy.
"We need you, Sara," I said to the other person. Please do exactly as I am doing to further strengthen the healing energy. The girl is already recovering and will soon be out of danger. Moments after the pallor of his face disappeared, giving way to a pink of vitality. Hina said radiantly:
-Thank God! She is healed.
Hina, who had surprised Sara by calling her mistress, now left her without knowing what to think.
"I introduce you to Mrs. Nice, mother, Mr. Antonio's wife."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Nice.
He squeezed her hand, trying to disguise the astonishment.
"Is this the late wife of Mr. Antonio?" He wondered.
What is this place and what am I doing here?
"Nice is our main collaborator," Hina told him.
Trying to understand what led her there and for what; she calmly analyzed the whole unfolding of events around her, and inquired Hina:
"I did not know you liked white roses so much, Hina.
"You forgot." The fascination they cause me comes from a long time. It began in a distant country, when we cultivated them in the garden of our house with great affection.
At this time his name was Marien and my Dael. Marien and I were living alone, both of us, for my father died shortly after I was born.
Come and see the big jug full of them placed by me right at the entrance, next to that column. He walked with her, and with each step he watched Hina immense affection for her.
"Now, mother, give me your hand, and let's go back there for a moment."
"Where is Hina?"
"Where Marien and Dael lived.
"And Mrs. Nice?"
-Is fast. She will not even notice our absence.
Sara found herself in another reality, accompanied by Hina.
They were in front of a house, which has a very sloping roof, its architecture being completely different from those it knows.
Although simple it is very cozy. In his garden he saw a young blonde woman in a long skirt, a long-sleeved blouse with bright colors. He also wore a red handkerchief tied to his head.
Next to her, a little girl of at most about eight years of age, with light skin, many blue eyes, and dressed in a similar way to the woman, she collected white roses from a lush rose garden.
The fresh, perfumed air of them was to bring great comfort to Sara, but she was overwhelmed with terrible agony, and began to weep copiously as she looked at the merry little girl who filled a small basket with roses.
- Come on Sara, let's go back. You've seen enough.
Shortly after where they had been before and her face bathed in tears, she felt confused to hear Hina say:
"You just wondered what this place is, and what you're doing here.
"Do you read people's thoughts?"
"It's not Hina you imagined they're reading them."
"Is not that Hina?" Am I delirious?
Hina was silent, leaving Sara worried. Worry increased, but he did not let fear seize him, and then he insisted:
"Who else can you answer the question I asked myself?"
"Do not be fearful, dear, nothing here will do you the slightest harm, on the contrary, we want to aid you in your decision, which is very important for all of us.
Let us say that this place, the scenes that you witnessed from the suffering of a child, those common to both of us and the others, which will be presented to you by Mrs. Nice, so that she, I, and people known to her or not, projections "of realities that have taken place, and of others that will happen in the future. Interceded with them are "montages" whose purpose is to touch the bottom, and give greater impetus to the awakening of their charitable Soul. If any doubts persist, as far as his remarks are concerned, he will cease to exist.
After the conclusion of his experience, he will find, when he returns to the physical realities, that his plea to the Lord of all and of all has been answered.
Live these moments intensely Sara! They have invaluable values ​​for you, as Spirit.

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                              Fifteenth part. (15th).   
                         Nice says goodbye to Sara.

"Lovely daughter. You are now in the presence of the real Nice in Spirit. Followed by your side without seeing me, these successive projections in which actively you joined, including the one that showed you Dael, and made you relive all the harrowing emotional impact felt by its core, months after what just seen, carried by "Hina."
And still see that little girl tragically, the Angel, your unforgettable love that led you to the knowledge of their sublime essence, ignored by you until then. After a long time she returned in the form of the loving Hina. It will be very painful to remember, but you must relive it.
Returning to his current world just light the memories of the contents presented in these projections, without questioning how they work as this to your present understanding is irrelevant.
I ask that when you are with Antonio give affectionate hug for him for me. Tell him also that I love him very much and that he will never be forgotten. See you soon, my dear.
Sara's spiritual being back to the point where she left, gave her the sensation of regaining her senses after a long faint.
She lay there meditating on everything she had lived.
"It is impossible for me to believe!" As it happened, I do not know, and remembering Mrs. Nice's words, what importance could this have?
What splendor of Alma animated the body of Mr. Antonio's wife! Did he need some other treasure? Only the processes of life can justify such misdirection.
Hina was really my daughter! I only need to understand from the experience, because I felt terrible anguish as I looked at Dael. I promise, and according to Madame Nice, I must be strong enough to live it.
Thank you, my God, for the guidance and the path that I will walk with Your Blessings without faltering, until the last moment of my life.

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                         Sixteenth part. (16th).    
           Sara begins her missionary preparation.

I was quickly in front of Antonio.
-Sara! How good to see you this way, so happy! You look exuberant. Please sit. Honestly I thought...
She did not let Antonio continue.
"Sir Antonio, shall we return to our subject?"
-Already. What a pleasant surprise!
"You can set the goals of how we will do to accomplish everything you have set for me." I am entirely at your disposal.
"Sara, my dear, they are ready. Do you want me to expose them now?
"I have to do something first that I have been asked to do."
Sara got up and asked Antonio to do the same. As they stood, he gave her a tight, moving hug. Antonio returns to the incredulous embrace, judging by the state she was in when she left, after the long conversation they had.
"You are the father I would like to have, but this embrace is not exactly mine, it was sent by your wife, Mrs. Nice. She also asked me to tell her that she loves you very much, and that you will never be forgotten.
Antonio's legs suddenly lost their strength. "Luckily," they were very close to the couch, as he tried to lean on Sara, unbalanced her and fell into the soft seat, bringing her, who also, without support, fell onto his lap. They began to laugh at the strange situation, and the laughter turned to tears when, after the fall, she laid her head on his chest and he hugged her like a beloved daughter. Sara felt like a little girl on the lap of her beloved father.
After a few moments, remade of what happened, Antonio said:
"I believe there is nothing more to hide from you."
Sara paid attention to what he had just said, but what she knew about Hina, she should not reveal to him before the opportune moment. He would do whatever he could to her to discover her intimate connections.
Talk now about the immediate plans.
"In the first place, Sara, since what we did not expect to happen so soon, I propose to extend our secret to two more people who will surely be in the same boat that we will sail.
"Hina and Marcos, are not they?"
-Yes. There is no longer any reason to be unaware of what we will all accomplish together, though in different situations.
I'll talk to Hina and you'll talk to Marcos.
From this moment Sara, let's start our work.


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                                Seventeenth. (17th).
              Marcos, Sara and Aurora enter college.  
         
At the end of three years Hina brilliantly finished high school. She is very well prepared, especially since she has spent most of her time in her efforts and efforts to do so.
She preferred it before attempting the college entrance exam following Mark's directions. Another year of exhaustive studies in a pre-college preparatory school, in some of these prestigious preparatory schools, as did Sara, also advised by her brother, in order to have real chances of passing the difficult medical exam.
Marcos was taking the first steps to becoming a doctor at a Federal University in his State. The medical school where he studies, within a university city, is located in the northern part of the Municipality of Rio.
Sara is just bliss. At twenty-nine, near the age of thirty, begin their initial classes in economics. He studies in the same university as his brother, but far from him, because the faculty of economics has its facilities in another neighborhood, in the south zone of the city.
Aurora, on the other hand, attends psychology, without the slightest suspicion that she is close to Sara, on the same campus.
Marcos and Sara live during the school days in an apartment owned by Antonio in the center of the city, as they are more or less divided between the two colleges and only go home usually on weekends.
The three have discovered that the life of a university student is full of surprises, novelties and adaptations. The teaching methodology itself leaves the freshman somewhat bewildered, but nothing that day by day fails to correct, for those who have prepared adequately.
In the first week of their studies they arrived at the unanimous conclusion that should serve as an example and alert, to all the pretenders of one day to reach a renowned faculty, public or private. Elementary, middle and higher education are parts of a whole. It is very difficult to study high school if the fundamental was for some reason some neglected and, much more crucial is still during a higher education, especially those that involve calculations, fast reasoning and complex interpretations, without having had an excellent preparation in these two previous steps. Even for them who are very well prepared, they know the need for constant effort and dedication.

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                            Eighteenth Part. (18th). 
            
A very special week starts. Marcos who always leaves before his sister is already coming to college. Sara is still inside a practically crowded bus that will take her to her place of study. Many passengers leave the vehicle during the trip and the collective becomes increasingly empty. At a certain moment Sara, sitting in the back, watching a free seat near the exit door, quickly occupied it. Later as she prepared to jump, a young woman with orange hair sitting on the second bench in front of her caught her attention.
"These hairs, though grown up, remind me of Aurora's, she thought.
Arriving at the landing place she and the young woman got up at the same time. Sara saw her face, her heart racing, a few seconds without action. It's really Aurora that getting off the bus was very fast, and has the same fate as yours.
-Aurora! Sara shouted.
She in the reflection turned quickly.
-Sara! Is it really you or am I dreaming?
Excited, they hugged each other for a long time.
"Sara dear, I miss you! Are you going somewhere?
-I'm going to study.
-On here?
-Yes. I'm starting the economics course.
"And I do not do psychology." Could things be better, Sara?
And my love how is he?
-Very well! He's a doctor in the university town and he misses you.
-My God! Thank you!
"How beautiful Aurora you are!" These years have exercised remarkable transformation over you. The expression on his face, allied with his grown hair, is a beautiful and courageous woman.
-And you look more and more beautiful Sara! It's good that my sister-in-law meets you again!
Must be sweeping the hearts of the boys here!
"As for them, I'm too old for that, besides I'm the devil, Aurora.
"What do you mean, fell seriously in love?"
"So badly that in my case there is no cure. I'll explain everything later.
Aurora, we're living downtown. I'll give you our phone number, address and...
"Not at all!" Have I waited for so long to simply write down your phone number and address? Let's do this: what time do your classes end?
"Near twelve o'clock.
"I'll leave a little earlier and wait for you to take me to meet my Mark."

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                                 Nineteenth. (19th).
              The reencounter of Aurora and Marcos. 
             
-It's almost time. Let's take a surprise. When the doorman calls you goes to my room and at the right time I'll pick you up. It's ok?
It did not take long and the porter warned him that he was climbing.
"Go now to the room and wait for me."
"Sara, my heart is firing!"
-Calm. He is going to settle down. Go.
Sara left the door ajar and Marcos entered suspiciously, as she was standing, waiting for him with an enigmatic look.
- Hey, little sister, okay? Why that face?
She gave him a strong hug and said smilingly,
"I have a wonderful surprise for you. Sit down for a moment.
He went to the kitchen, prepared a glass of water with sugar and brought it to his brother.
He approached Mark and offered him:
- First drink this.
-Water with sugar. If the surprise is good why do I need to calm down?
-You'll know.
He went to his room and brought Aurora with him. When Mark saw her he rose quickly and felt as if all the fascination of the Universe flowed through his Being.
"I do not believe what I see!"
Aurora ran into his arms.
"My life, come back to me!"
-Marcos, dear, I miss you, my love!
The long-awaited reunion brought Sara to tears. They were such as two Angels linked to each other. They emanated from them the essence of infinite love and tenderness. True love exists and Sarah had no doubts, for He was personified before her. He wished also to pass through this sublime moment, but he was unique, it belonged only to these two beings that had destiny the same way.
 He continued to watch after the long embrace, the two of them staring and caressing each other's faces in silence, as if they were facing the most intimate nature of Life itself. That scene will be forever in your heart.
Out of the ecstasy they were in. Marcos pulled her gently by the arm and sat down on the couch. Aurora lay on her lap. He stroked his lover's hair for a long time.
Sara realized that it was necessary to intervene.
-My loves. I need to talk a little something with you.
They were attentive and curious.
"I am immensely happy for both of you, but Aurora, your mother and father must be worried about you.
"My mother knows where and who I am, but she's right. I should go home soon.
It seemed to me that time did not exist.
"I understand Aurora, but he does exist here. Now flying, sometimes creeping, however, is a reality from which we can not escape.
"This was an exalted day in my life and alongside Mark, the others will be.

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                          Twentieth part. (20th). 
                        Hina relives her tragedy.

Months later Antonio watched a newscast on television with Hina. The footage showed a dangerous bandit being chased by police in the midst of an intense exchange of shots. The marginal man was mortally wounded by several of them.
The report also showed a photo that identified the dead bandit and Antonio without understanding, felt Hina hugging him, terrified, saying:
"Dad, help me, I'm having a hard time, fainting next."
Desperate, and despite his age, he quickly put her inside the car and dashed off to the nearest hospital. There he shouted like a madman:
- Help me my daughter, she's dying!
The nurses laid her on the stretcher and rushed her into the emergency room. Antonio wanted to come in, but a doctor stopped him.
"Please, sir, please wait outside." She will be promptly rescued.
Seated while he waited, he begged God:
"I beg of you, Father, not this time. Do not take my darling daughter, my only company.
He sobbed endlessly leaving some penalized gifts trying to comfort him. He felt someone's hand on his shoulder, calling him:
"Are you responsible for the young lady who was admitted shortly in the emergency room?"
-Yeah, she's my daughter. Save her, doctor, for charity!
"Your condition does not seem serious. Come on, I need to ask you some questions.
Antonio followed him into a small room. The doctor looked at him curiously, and asked him: "Please forgive me, I understand your affliction, but you are identical to the great businessman, Antonio ..."
"I'm a doctor myself, but it does not matter.
"Sir Antonio, I am very sorry for the circumstance that I have the honor of being before the illustrious businessman. Take it easy and tell me what exactly happened before she became unconscious.
"I still do not understand doctor. She is a healthy and cheerful girl. I see no reason for this.
"You're very nervous, it's understandable, but try to remember; what she was doing at the moment of fainting.
"We were watching a newscast. During the report, which showed a thug being chased and killed by the police and ... I remembered, in one detail, doctor! She threw herself into my arms in panic before fainting at the photo of the fringe on the news.
"The young woman has symptoms of intense emotional trauma. I need to know if there's any connection to what you just told me.
I'll have her transferred to a room, and then her presence will be necessary.
Antonio was quickly with Hina and the doctor.
Daddy, do not leave me, I'm scared!
"Calm down dear, I will not leave. Tell us what left you in this state!
"That man, father!" He killed my mother!
 Antonio was embraced and the doctor was right to face the cause that gave rise to the trauma suffered by Hina.
"Do not look like my angel, he's dead. It can not do you any more harm.
-It was terrible! When I saw your photo, it seemed that something led me again to the dreadful picture of my poor mother's death. I thought I managed to soften this memory, and unexpectedly it came back like an avalanche of gigantic rocks falling on me, and crushing me with so much pain.
"That will pass, I promise. You have me and your friends who adore you. We will always be by your side. We will never leave you alone.
"Now, please, take me home."
"I can only do this with the doctor's permission."
"It's all in control, Hina," the doctor told him. You are very well, in relation to the time of your entry. The sedative applied in you will have more effective effect with your cooperation. It is necessary to stay for a few more hours. Your father can stay with you until I release you, okay?
After four hours, being constantly monitored by the doctor, she was released.
They arrived at the house just before midnight. Antonio was exhausted, however, glad that the incident with Hina had not caused any further consequence.
Although very sleepy by the effect of the tranquilizer fort, and also by the advanced hour, Hina found it difficult to relax.
-File, take a bath to sleep. You'll soon be free of this nightmare.
"I'm stupid, I can not do it, and I'm afraid I'll be alone." Let's sleep in the living room tonight, please.
-It's ok. I'll stay close to you. Call me anything.
Antonio lay down and slept. Hina, although intense sleep, abrupt return to a recent past makes it difficult to fall asleep. In spite of this, the presence of the dear father brings you the security you need so badly.

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                            Twenty-first parts. (21st).         
         Surprised and happy, Hina reviews her mother.

The memory of the terrible occurrence faded as she found herself entering a quiet, soft-lit room. It resembles an antechamber that serves as a connection between your world and what will soon penetrate. In moments he heard someone call him. The person, a woman, stood a few feet behind him and wore a veil over his face.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?"
"I am, my beloved daughter," he replied, removing the veil.
Hina screamed for the immense surprise and joy, running to meet her. Crying enveloped her mother in a hug of supreme happiness.
-Mother, how much I miss you! I've missed you so much.
"I know my daughter, but I will always visit you as much as I can with the permission of the kind leader of this world where I live.
Brother Antonio, the charitable soul who welcomed you when you left the world where you live, is by your side and loves you as a true daughter. He also has friends who are also attached to you by high spiritual bonds.
Life continues dear! Thank God you can consider yourself a happy person.
"You're right.
Why did that man take his life? Such brutality! He has had the punishment he deserved and will never do anybody any more harm.
"Do not talk like that, my child, he's an unhappy Soul. His death was not a punishment but a mercy. If it continued there, it would increase the weight of the burden that will bend your spirit through long centuries.
It will go through an extended period in inferior regions of crucial tortures. His suffering is such, and it will be for a long time, that he will think to be eternal. Pray always to God for him, that the Supreme Lord may have mercy on his spirit, and gradually withdraw him from the darkness which he himself has created for himself, carried away by the most profound ignorance of the laws of Love.
-Without charity, which is not only to give food to the hungry, or the warm clothing to those who suffer cold, but also without love in the heart, no spirit rises. It is essential to understand that life never ceases. It exists in your world, here where I am, and throughout the Universe. There would be no meaning, no purpose and no Life itself, without love. He is the ceaseless movement, the heartbeat of the Whole.
Now come. I want to show you the vastness and exuberance of the world where I live.
Hina, held by her mother's hand, moved with her, only by force of thought and will never forget everything she saw.
She is entirely happy to know that her dear mother is even more alive than she is in a world of Grace and Peace.
-Hina, on another occasion you will meet with a very special being, in the same dimension where we are now. In it will be revealed the Sacred Connection between you and Sara, as well as another sublime event that will make you extremely happy. See you my beloved daughter.
Hina woke up.
The day brightened when Antonio awoke. Remembering Hina he looked at her and found her apparently sleeping soundly, even smiling. He took a shower and when he left the bathroom he found the cook worried.
"Did your Antonio ever do anything?" When I arrived I saw you and the girl Hina asleep in the living room.
-Not! It's all right. We just watched a movie until dawn and ended up sleeping right there.
-Can I serve the coffee?
"Hold on just a little, I'll call Hina." When she's ready, I'll let you know.
Returning to the room, he found Hina sitting up, smiling cheerfully at him.
"I was just asleep, and you quickly abandoned me, did not you?"
-No my angel! I slept with you here in the living room; I'm just coming from the shower.
- I'm joking, Dad. I know you would never leave me!
This was the happiest night of my life!
-How happy is Hina?! You almost died and you almost killed me too!
-What happened after that, as soon as I fell asleep, made me understand what Life really is, and that she can be entirely happy, depends exclusively on us.
Antonio sat in surprise beside him, for he was not even the shadow of that frightened girl last night.
-Really? And what happened so well while sleeping to wake up like this, in this state of grace? Dreamed of an Angel?
"No exaggeration, that's exactly it! I was really with my mother!
Antonio became serious and paid close attention to Hina's narrative.
"Tonight I discovered with immense joy that death does not exist.
I saw my beloved mother dressed as a saint! He told me so many sublime things father! I have no doubt in my heart that it was her, but there was something different about her Being. She spoke with a show of intellectual development. The horizons of your knowledge have broadened in such a way, leaving me impressed! His vast knowledge of life in this world of ours, as in the present, and even in higher ones, is too admirable!
He told me especially about the need for forgiveness.
I was so fascinated by the beauty of the world where she is today that I felt an irresistible urge to stay there with her. My dear mother, knowing my desire, warned me that this is not enough to want. It is the Universal Laws that determine what should or should not happen.
He left me right, based on what he is allowed to know, that I will remain here for a considerable time, especially for the important accomplishments that I have to fulfill, helping little brothers who will need me very much.
My dear father. Judging by his confession time ago, it's a new Antonio and I, as of tonight, a new Hina.
"God took pity on this poor old man and in the last years of my life have surrounded me with angels, which you.
"I'm happy for you, father, but please do not say more about this last-year story of your life. You will live a long time still by my side.


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                        Twenty-second part. (22nd).
                  Sara relives the tragic death of Dael.
            
Sara, in agony, showing great emotional discontent, said to Marcos:
My brother recalls that in reporting on my experience, I was alerted by Mrs. Nice that I would still see, and tragically, Dael, my unforgettable love?
-Yes, I remember.
"This happened today. It was terrible, Marcos! I understood why my unbearable anguish at the scene, of her picking white roses in the garden.
As soon as I left college, I decided to go for a gift to Hina for her entrance exam. I was walking and at one point I found myself standing in front of a flower shop. A beautiful basket with white roses attracted my attention. When I stared at her, everything around me disappeared.
I was in the garden of that little house, wearing the same clothing Dael's mother was, in fact, her own. Beside me, she helped me prune the branches of a lush rose bush and told me something that cut my heart...
Sara paused crying convulsively, supported by Marcos.
"If the memory is making you sick, forget it."
-Not at all!
And in tears he continued:
"She told me,
"Mother, when I die, and it is close to that, I want you to adorn me with many of those roses in our garden."
I bowed her hard, feeling a sharp pain in my heart, and rebuked her; Do not you ever repeat this again for Mother, do you want to kill me with sadness? And she told me:
-Mother, do not fight me! You need to know that I only came to be by your side for a little while. My coming had the mission to make her know the Love, to dissipate the unbelief that carries with you mother. God exists! Learn to love Him, to see Him in these beautiful white roses and in everything that surrounds you. Feel His Holy presence in the breeze that caresses your face, and then, when I go, wiping, through the ages, your tears of pain. Trust Him, always...
The time is near for me to leave.
-The next day when I woke her up in the morning, she was burning with fever and spoke to me with difficulty:
"Do not be sad, Mama. One day when you're ready, I'll be back to spend more time with you.
I cried in distress for help, and many neighbors came to me.
Our village was very poor. There was not a single doctor, and the treatment of sick people consisted of home remedies and prayers.
After a few hours she passed away. I cried desperately, supported by those humble women who were trying to bring me some comfort.
In my last memory, Dael lay in his modest little coffin, ornamented with many white roses in our garden, and his serene little face seemed to sleep.
I came back to myself as I felt two strong hands holding me. It was an employee of the store who asked me:
"Are you feeling ill?"
He gave me a handkerchief because I was crying a lot. He took me by the arm and invited me to sit in a chair inside the flower shop. I had a hard time reminding myself when I remembered:
"She's back and she's close to me!" Thank my god!
I stood resolute full of energy and told the seller:
"I want the most beautiful bouquet you have here."
Which one of them, ma'am? He asked me.
"Of white roses, and only roses, nothing more.
 On leaving, he wanted to know:
"Are you sure you're all right?"
-I'm great! Thank you for everything, sir.
"Well, when you told me about the memory of this event that left you in this state, you're not a sister, since you were very emotional just now, but not so devastated?"
"Yes, Mark. Reviving Dael, in its final moments, tears my heart! It had softened a little bit, but when I told you I lived once more everything that happened. May God help me not to suffer so much from these memories.
"God is merciful!" I helped you, even though you know now that Dael is with you in the form of Hina.
"I've already thanked Father for that. What I need is to trust Him more and be stronger!
"Sarah, the experience before you experienced that seems to have had a double purpose for you.
"I see that now, Mark.
"And how are you looking at these events?"
-In the two marked experiences I had clear visions and they integrate one into the other: in the first I was exposed the whole essence of the mission that I must fulfill, and in it also happened the prelude to the second. In this last one I remembered that in another and distant existence, I had a unique and very loving daughter. It was all the joy, the reason of my life and I lost it. Remembering his strange precocity, for a child at that age, knowing perfectly what he came to do on Earth, and who would return in the future to be by my side, and returned just as I opened myself full to spirituality, gave me the certainty that his brief passage in my company had well-defined reasons.
It seemed that an Angel spoke through his lips making me believe that I went through lives before she appeared in the most complete skepticism. The wickedness that you saw me committing was by the most profound ignorance, by the lack of Love and, above all, God!
There is no doubt that this was by the action of enlightened spirits, eternal instruments of the High that help, without taking away the merit, from those who are truly touched in the most hidden havens of their wits, who strive to work themselves out of the dark depths where they meet their unfortunate souls!
That Angel struck me deeply and my later lives should resemble that of someone who planted seeds of a majestic plant on the earth. Desiring ardently to see it become an immense tree, producer of numerous and delicious fruits came by many successions of lives, watering it every day and fertilizing its roots with much love and affection. It has become robust and can survive on its own, enduring the most terrible droughts and strong storms.
It was that little girl sent by God who put the seeds of this little plant inside my heart.
"I am very happy for you, Sara, and I am convinced that this tree begins to bloom, and very soon it will bear a multitude of fruits and many will feed on them.                            

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                             Twenty-third. (23rd).

On the night of this very day before bed, Sara reflected deeply on the sight before the flower shop. His reflection was as intense as the desire to remember more details. All in vain, however, when he realized that he could not relax and prepared for his prayer, as he does every night before bed, when they paraded before him, equally vivid scenes that he longed to remember. Happy thanked God and after fervent prayer, fell asleep.
The next day, at about ten o'clock, he asks Marcos to invite Hina to come and visit her.
Marcos left and Sara reminded her mother that she was waiting for Hina and when she arrived she would go straight to her room.
"These two are very mysterious," thought Maria.
Soon Hina arrives and anxiously asks for Sara.
"She's in the room waiting for you," Maria told him.
-Thank you, Mrs. Maria. Excuse.
Hina knocks on Sara's bedroom door and walks in.
-Good morning, Sara! Do you want to talk with me?
-Yes Dear. Sit here, close to me. Can I tell you a story?
"If it's not the bogeyman you can," he teased.
"Face me and give me both your hands.
Now you'll hear the story with your eyes closed, okay?
-Yes, you can start.
"It was once in a very distant place where there was a small town. There lived, among other inhabitants, a family of only two people. A blond little girl with many blue eyes and her mother. This girl was an orphan father, for he left shortly after she was born, victimized by an incurable disease.
They both loved each other very much. The house that housed them belonged to a sheep farmer for whom his mother worked. His little daughter always accompanied her in the sheep's care, like a true shepherdess.
When they were at home, their favorite amusement was to take care of a beautiful garden of white roses.
Sara told the story with tears in her eyes and her choking voice, in the desperate attempt to completely awaken the little girl who lives inside Hina, and continued:
"The little girl, despite her young age, was very intelligent and spoke beautiful things to her mother while pruning or picking the roses.
Once, in an act of carelessness, she bit the middle finger of her right hand in a thorn and wept in pain, startling her mother, who, without knowing what happened, asked her worriedly,
"Dael, Dael, what happened to my angel?" Mommy's here to protect you.
Hina trembled to embrace Sara, and she also felt agonized inside.
"Sara dear, I understand what you expect of me telling me this beautiful story. She really speaks to my heart and I long to commune with you the same certainty. Give me some time. This unusual love for you will surely lead us to the same place in the past. What matters most to me is the unyielding desire to be always close to you, to remain my great friend, even because, there is no friend greater than our own mother.
Hearing this from Hina's lips, it was realized. It no longer mattered if she remembered, someday or not. It would simply be a mere detail. What is truly invaluable to Sarah is the love that unites them.

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                     Twenty-fourth part. (24th).  
             The spiritual meeting of Hina and Nice.

Hina finished medical school and is preparing to start medical residency. His marriage to Lucas is also approaching.
After leaving the apartment, Sara, Marcos and Aurora, came to live in it only with Antonio who came to live with her to keep her company.
One night, very tired, she lay down to sleep. While sleep did not arrive she thought about life, about her marriage soon, when she felt a great longing for her dear mother. She remembered that when she was at his side in that unforgettable "dream," she told him when she said goodbye that on another occasion, in the same place, she would have a very special meeting, certainly with "someone" who would reveal everything about the involvements between her and Sara, as well as something that would make her extremely happy.
"Meeting someone?" Why with someone else and not her? Will not I see her again? A series of questions were asked when sleep came.
Very sleepy and unable to answer her questions, she fell asleep.
It was as his mother had predicted, there, where he last saw her. The place is uniquely beautiful, but without her presence the splendor of before was not present.
He decided to go looking for her, but since he could not find her, he sat under a flowery, perfumed tree. In front of him, in the tranquil waters of a lake, soft waves formed with the walk of two swans; one big and one with little time of birth.
His attention returned at this moment to a lady approaching her.
Stopping before Hina, he greeted her with a smile.
"How's Hina?"
"I'm sad because I search for my mother without finding her. Do you know me from somewhere?
"I know my dear, as do Sarah, my beloved Antonio, and many of the people known to you.
"You referred to my father as your beloved?"
-Yes, Hina. Antonio was and will continue to be my beloved! I'm Nice, who lived alongside him for many years in his world.
-Nice, my father's wife? So is she the special person I would meet? Hina wondered now that the sadness slowed.
"Do you know where my mother is?"
-Know.
"Please, take me to her."
"I can not, honey. It is no longer here in this spiritual dimension.
"Where is she then?"
"There are exactly sixteen days in the belly of your body, which now rests in your bed. Is not this more or less the time that your regular menstruation is not present?
-I'm pregnant, and my own mother?!
"Between spirits there are no mothers and daughters, only brothers, Hina.
"Madame Nice, although I have not yet been married, I feel immensely happy!
My mother, though as a daughter, again by my side, is a godsend!
"Yes Hina, and now you will have united for long years, a happy life.
I have yet another very important thing to reveal to you. In fact will be stimulated in his spiritual memory, the memory of his existence as a little girl named Dael, who was the daughter of Marien, today his beloved friend Sara.
Hina, taken by Nice into the presence of a group of enlightened spirits, felt more and more her sublimated interior to such an extent that if she were not properly assisted, it would be impossible to return to the earthly world.
As she lay inside a chamber, she had her memories receding in time. They were held exactly in the Dael personality. In those brief moments that represented years, Dael came back to exist. This existence, excited very strongly in Hina's spiritual memory, will remain alive for as long as it takes.
"Ready, Hina. The predictions mentioned by his mother were completed.
"And what predictions, Mrs. Nice! My life that was being successful now, then, will get even more special colors.
"Certainly Hina. Go back to your world and if you wish, you can tell Antonio that you were with me.
-I will. He will be very happy to know that!
Hina woke up. She stroked her belly with extreme affection, and her mind came to her with clear recollections of the distant past. They are so intense and glowing, that it feels like living in two worlds at the same time. She is radiant and needs to talk urgently to Sara.
Alberto and Sara had coffee when the phone rang.
-Hina, what happened?! Your voice is strange, it seems in the clouds!
"Sara, can you come here now?"
"I have a lot of appointments, but none of them will stop me from taking care of you dear. I'm going there.
Hina is warned that Sara is rising and stands at the door, anxiously awaiting her.
When Sara arrives she is received by Hina with great tenderness.
"I've never seen you like this, Hina, what happened?"
"Come, Sara, sit with me." I'm pregnant with a girl!
"Good, my angel!" Why are you just telling me this now?
-Because I heard tonight.
-Tonight? What do you mean, Hina?!
"Sara, I was with Mrs. Nice!"
"Ah, now things are becoming understandable!"
"She's a wonderful person!" It made me take knowledge...
Hina throws herself into Sarah's arms in tears.
"Mother Marien, I missed you so much!
Sara shudders violently, so much was her excitement.
-Dael, my love! Hina dear, you remembered!
"It was not a memory; I lived physically and spiritually your great and unforgettable love, you’re sweet Dael. I now understand the extent of your love and the terrible despair before my inert body.
I came back to you as I promised you mother! Hold me tight!
In those moments they were no longer Hina and Sara embracing.
Hina lived Dael, lying in the lap of her late mother, Marien.
Time for both of them went unnoticed, and Antonio, sensing what was happening, was coming into the room. He stopped before he was noticed and stared, those two Beings so close to each other that they seemed One. True love is eternal and I stand before it, he thought.
Sara stroked Hina's hair and noticed Antonio's presence.
Excuse me, Sara. I felt exhilarated by what I witnessed! I'm just leaving...
"Do not go, Mr. Antonio." Sit here with us.
-Oh, father! It's such happiness that I do not know if I deserve it, said Hina, returning to the present.
-Makes daughter! You are an angel who came to dwell among us.
"I was with Mrs. Nice. She led me into the past, the little girl I was. We've been waiting so long for this!
"Before this discovery, I learned from your beloved wife that I am pregnant. That creature that I have loved and brought to this world will return to it, and I will be the way of this return. Packing her in my arms with all the affection, as Sara was doing to me. The Miracle of Life, father!

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                               Twenty-fifth. (25th).
                                 The stage of Sara.
             
Sara begins her apprenticeship with teachers Daniel and her husband Alberto, to soon be ahead in driving the companies.
Soon in the first days he realized the extensions of the difficulties in assimilating so many details with which he will coexist as the president of the group built by Antonio.
As the weeks and months passed, she gradually became aware of the importance of the theoretical study, but what her father-in-law and her husband knew, and which she too must know, exceeded in an extraordinary way the initial steps of her professional training.
Of course, no one normally reaches the top of a ladder without first going through its first steps and, to get to the point where Daniel and Alberto arrived, will have to devote extreme effort to reach them in a much shorter space of time.
This will only be possible because she will have them by her side for as long as it takes. When she is evaluated as fit, she will always have an advisor who is as capable as she is of her ability to carry out her difficult mission.

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                           Twenty-sixth part. (26th).
                              The death of Antonio.

Antonio invites Sara to the platform that has already been scheduled, accompanied closely by Daniel and Alberto, to give her the presidency. Sara approaches, feeling a strange tightness in her heart. Antonio embraces and thrilled her, thanks her for her untiring commitment, and an accomplished part of this world, supported by her, Daniel and Alberto, his great and faithful friends.
The commotion seizes everyone. The running of the press vehicles is vertiginous; after all, it was the death of a pioneer, a man who threw on a land nothing fertile, seeds of love and charity. From an illustrious lord who has exchanged pride and ostentation for the moral enrichment and nobility of the Spirit, values ​​which no fortune in this world can buy.
In the midst of such agitation, Leticia perceives Antonio and Nice smiling and holding hands, who also know how to be seen by her, waving her hands in a short time, and moving disappearing towards the heights.

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                       Twenty-seventh part. (27th).  
                                       Epilogue

Long years have passed, but the sacred charge of Mark and Aurora continues.
They are nearing the age of fifty-five, yet the physical vigor’s, the born desires to serve, to give love, their lives to a sublime cause, are even higher than their mission.
The restless doctor Marcos and his wife, the dedicated psychologist Aurora, always arrive at the hospital early and only come home at night, exhausted but accomplished.
You will still live in this world for several years, however, certain that you have overcome it.
It was difficult and strenuous every step up this uneven ladder, however, the last one is being passed. It is the term of your passing through this world as students.
They are now at home, their nest of love, resting and Peace!
The day dawns. Aurora re-enters the material consciousness with all her energies restored by the restful and restful sleep. Thank the Supreme Light for the serene awakening. Looks at his side and sees Mark, his eternal love, who is awake already, and says to him with a heart overflowing with joy:
"I had a divine dream, Mark!"
It was a huge bird with very bright, feathery feathers that flew very high. Beside me, another large bird identical to me, accompanied me. We flew over a majestic blue sphere, happy, when he said to me:
-Annountable and singular eagle, for more than a millennium we grew united and formed the nests that sheltered us, at first, on the slopes of the hills, like birds that rise to small altitudes and, we expose ourselves thus, by inexperience, the great threats which surrounded us near the surface.
In the long passage we have evolved, we fortify our wings, and become eagles ever more robust and swift.
We have seen, over the centuries and our growth, the imperative need to build these ever higher nests, in the colossal mountains below, in that beautiful blue sphere. In this way, we have been distancing ourselves from the terrible dangers that remain close to its foundations.
We climb them patiently until we reach the summit of the largest of them. In addition to being free of any risks, we were able to visualize all the horizons that this great sphere had to offer us.
Desirous and able to meet others even more enchanting, we simply wait for the Sublime moment to take flight and bid farewell to it, towards the stars, to infinity!

                                            End.

    "Life is eternal and renewed every moment, forever and ever."

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                Brief biography of the writer Jaime.

Jaime D'Aquino has always lived in the state of Rio de Janeiro, his beloved homeland.
He has no real or fictitious titles of doctor, philosopher, lecturer ... Nothing that can induce his readers to see him as a figure he is not.
In the contexts of her works she simply exhibits what she has learned in the schools of life, in overcoming the obstacles it offers.
In his view, nothing is more genuine than the fluidity of inner inspirations.
Through them he developed five books, all written at their right times. Many essays keep flowing and, in front of your computer, after methodical checks, turn them into texts of love, faith and hope.


       


         











     




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