A wave hangs in the air, subtly reaching each human being. It doesn’t
come from media, from politics nor from religion. It manifests itself on the
corners, on domestic environments, on children and on elder people. It doesn’t
asks the person sex, social-economic condition, ethnicity and nor even the age.
Seems to come from afar, like a whispering in the wind, a sun shine, water
racing from the mountain. Its name is written in all events of history and in
all cultures. Nothing can stop its advance and its connection to each person in
the planet. It penetrates with gentleness and firmness on the heart of the most
hardened, the soul of the most tormented and on the reason of the most critic.
This wave is the consciousness that the human being is and immortal soul, lord
of the Universe, fruit from love and divine Will. We all are! We will always
be. Nothing destroys us. Something guide us: the multiplication of the
spiritual wave, the integration of the idea of being a spirit in its own consciousness.
Translation and picture choice by Flau Fontenelle.
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