Victory of the Spirits

On the road connecting the small town of Vaihingen to Leinfelden, on the bridge crossing the highway, I encountered a mysterious man whose care for his loved one inspired me. Before I amaze you, let me share the reason why I often come to this bridge.

Here I stop to admire the panorama and enjoy the spectacle of the sky, with its majestic clouds. In the Stuttgart area, rain falls only in scattered places, while most of the sky remains clear. I let myself be caressed by the cool air that comes with the storm, and I watch the sunset, the rising moon, the stars.

On the way to the praised bridge, I noticed an old man with a serene face, sitting by the roadside. He was zealously searching through the nearby bushes, yet passersby walked past him indifferently, showing no interest in his discovery.

As I came closer, I saw that he was gathering thorn leaves, placing them in a container with air holes to take them home. From them, he prepared an ancient remedy for his sick wife, who, with the help of the poultice, was healed. Love is the victory of the spirits, it can restore sight to one born blind, even with mud.

The rain has passed. The violet-orange clouds have dispersed, and a nearly full moon has risen. I admire the damp forest, holding the umbrella in my hand, and I step through the rainbow’s gate. It tells me that if the sky is my heart, the clouds are the armies of love, driving away the fear of humanity.

A friendly driver warns me, a sign that he’s noticed me standing on the bridge of love, but I don’t feel embarrassed. I have my family, who waits to be nourished by the inspiration I receive in turn. I thank Heaven for being alive and for the honor it has granted me, through which my humble teachings reach your heart.

With these words, I conclude the first ten articles of the new project promoting the Earth Honey series. Earth Honey doc. 10 is the manual for the sensitive man in the positive sense of the word, who, above all, is aware.

You could look to the sky for ten lives in a row, imploring a kinder fate, where you meet luck more often and things fall into place on their own, without struggles, tears, and sighs, yet you will not discover the God within your heart; for God does not dwell in the sky.

Books have taught me not to desire anything for myself, but to rejoice for others, just as God does. In this way, I regained my freedom and attained the happiness that suits me, in my own way.

Only through self-surrender does a man balance his spiritual aspects and emerge victorious from the earthly life he overcomes, then return to the light. If I had not allowed myself to be guided, but had fought against all the situations life gave me, I would have achieved nothing, and you would not have known of me.

Spiritual Sunrise

How beautiful is the young, healthy, and energetic man, and how quickly he loses his shine! Yet beauty does not vanish with aging; it moves inward, drawn to the spirit that absorbs it and makes it immortal. All the good deeds and shared advice go there.

As the man grows older, he becomes wiser, but he no longer has the energy to fight the world alone and prevail. He expresses his point of view and then withdraws, for the darkness overwhelms him, and the weak will of the people makes him aware of their freedom.

Chaos, disorder, and the loss of control lead to destruction. They show that those who have led humanity were not sincere and good teachers. If they had been good, their current descendants would be good. Therefore, to build a civilization, you must tear down what is old and bad and establish what is new and good.

Chaos emerges when the base values of people, their pride and greed, are trampled upon, but they will be replaced by higher, divine values. These will be the first true values, given to primordial man by God.

Eat simple food, listen to slow music, read angelic books, and talk with God, without intermediaries. The intermediary is He.

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