Through the Abyss

Beyond the abyss lies true life. To transcend the layers of abyssal reality, you must become a man of depth, a lover of simplicity, eager to discover whether there are still people on Earth who are like oneself.

I do not know whether we will still encounter anything human on the internet with the emergence of artificial intelligence, although it is an efficient tool for refining creativity. If you tend to avoid generated content, you have arrived where you need to be.

I never believed that I would escape the turmoil of the abyss. The terror of the unknown makes victims among souls, regardless of their level of education. If higher studies taught us how to be human, we would live in a completely different world.

I admire people, not things, and I am interested in the soul, not in appearances. We all have a body, but wisdom is rare to find, as someone once told me in childhood.

Circumstances caused happiness to pass me by, but I have learned to live without it. I have more important things to fulfill than selfish pleasures.

Life lived in the abyss has taught me that when I stop desiring things, I attract them toward myself like a magnet. It has taught me that trying to impress people does not satisfy them, that, regardless of appearances, no one is superior to me, and that nothing endures, not even suffering.

One day you are born, another day you depart, on one you fall in love, and on another you are forced to give up what you love. Some leave wounds in your soul, others heal them. If you feel that obligations do not allow you to study spiritual science, know that life has set a trap for you.

Money unites modern people, who begin their search for resources even while still in college. They respond only to their own interest. The moment their small resource disappears, they realize that no so-called friend stands by them, and they are forced to return to the reality of morality, which they had left behind without looking back.

Here, their parents still live, and, in some cases, a sick relative.

Many approve of the truth without taking the time to listen to it and to assimilate it. If the truth brought them profit, they would preach it from the rooftops. Therefore, they return to the abyss, which they taste as if for the last time, and then meet their end. For their latent spirit has not even enrolled in the divine school.

A day will come when those who humiliated you will have to answer, and, depending on the love you possess, you will prove that you have passed the human test. You have a vast love, received from your Holy Father, who lifted you out of the abyss despite the world’s wickedness.

Beyond the Abyss

You are a flower grown on a rotten branch, whose home is heaven, not the decadent society of men.

History has shown us that when a developing society reaches its peak, it collapses. The lack of spiritual activity among its leaders and the well-being of the privileged lull it to sleep. Thus perished the rulers of Ancient Egypt, who, from being among the great wise ones of the Earth, had come to be more foolish than the slaves.

Good man, I do not speak from myself, having neither a grain of love in my fortified heart nor wisdom, but there is a Force that loves us and has promised that He will bring us out of here unharmed. This Force, so to speak, compels me.

If someone thinks of you with pity while hurting you, you will lead that person. Do not tell people what they prefer to hear; be a mature man and speak the truth, and in this way you will help them.

Assume maturity by becoming the father of civilization. Stand by the window and read The Last Gospel vol. 1 you who are not ashamed with me and are not afraid of the world. Few are like you: souls freed from the abyss.

Here I am writing to you at the age of thirty-nine, although I had set out to stop. After a long inner battle, the Force that gave His life for people has prevailed over me, and thus I have published these lines.

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