The rays of sun illuminate a stack of paper sheets lying in front of me on the table. Some have printed text on them, others are handwritten. Each of them covers a whole life.
In the past, the main content of the letters and notes was anguish, despair and unbearable suffering. Therein they described ruined, destroyed lives, the death of children and loved ones and incurable diseases. Those were premortal letters. Their main motive was the hope for a miracle, to get rid of continuous misery. They conveyed a lack of understanding, the sense of the injustice, confusion, betrayal and humiliation by loved ones - not just letters but lives in continuous pain.
Over the years the meaning of the letters has changed. Almost all of them are full of a finally found happiness.
Not all people write about love and faith. But love and faith begin to slowly and invisibly appear in every letter. Words such as "bad luck", "catastrophe", "betrayal", "despair" are almost gone. But there are others such as "haven't succeeded yet", "have not yet managed to", "the beloved one let me down".
When you know who you are, where you came from and where you are going, then fear, anguish and despair gradually disappear. Life becomes a beautiful game, and the grand prize in this game is love. We receive this prize sometimes. Then, out of naivety and inability to keep, lose it and then, after going through trials and tribulations, acquire it again. And gradually our soul ceases to depend on the benefits that we used to worship.
I sort out some of my letters whilst deep in thought. It is necessary to remove my name, the senders' names, so there is no reference to identity, to shorten the words of gratitude and praise to myself. But the texts themselves are left untouched.
Recently, there has been an increasing number of letters telling me how the person has changed his or her character or overcome a disease. Sometimes these are just miracles. It is necessary for me to keep only those letters that deal with successive changes and the overcoming of problems. Miracles stories are best put to one aside.
The main miracle is a change in character and worldview. If instead of hatred you managed to feel sorry for the offender, if you treat generously the loved one who unwittingly offended you - it is a real miracle. If it is more pleasant for you to give rather than take - this is also a miracle. For all this to happen, you need to find your soul. Only then will the soul experience love and will make people happy. And when the soul is healthy, then there is the future, then the fate levels out and physical health returns to a normal state.
Recently there was a memorable conversation I had with a woman. I talked to her on the phone. It was one of my appointments but at a distance. I do not see this woman and I do not know who she is. But it's even better in this case because it is easier to identify the most important things.
- - Please name your problem - I ask her.
- - My child was diagnosed with mental retardation.
For a moment, I wonder whether it is necessary to inquire about the sex of the child. We first study what happens to the mother. By switching to the inner sight, I see her miserable situation: in the aura of the woman I can see the possible death of the child. This child has no future, so he will live with minimal activity of consciousness, which is linked to the future. This could be blindness, deafness, mental retardation, cerebral palsy. But one thing is clear - the disease is incurable.
If doctors have cured the disease that, in fact, is the mechanism of salvation of the soul, the child would have died. A disease is always a consequence. If there is no future, there are two options - an incurable disease or death. However, there is a third way, for most previously almost impossible. It is faith, love and voluntary salvation of the soul. But before saving the soul, you must first learn how not to kill it. And this woman had serious troubles with her soul: using my terminology : that is partial destruction of the 7 layers of the soul. It is difficult to keep love when the soul is in this state. There was enough energy for the woman to survive, but there is not enough for the child. It was surprising that he did not die at all, and it was clear that no medicine would cure it. So, anyway, what was the problem the woman had with her soul?