Basically in my dreams I always saw a black figure hidden in a corner of my dream, but it was never well defined, and I couldn't explain what it could be. Most of the time I woke up, I would find her at the foot of the bed.
Then one night I managed to dream what she was like physically: she was a woman (so he wasn't the man I saw in my mother's room) with a face half skin and half bone, long hair, black and unkempt and a flower. red next to the right ear. Her eyes were wide enough to pop out of their sockets. Hidden inside the sleeve of the tunic he wore, he carried a large butcher's knife. This woman has followed me on many occasions, even in my father's house.
Once, while I was in bed and thinking, I heard a woman's voice in my head smile sharply and then say "Hello" to me. Another time, however, the voice of a small child woke me up saying "Hello beautiful".
Sometimes, walking down the street, I have the feeling that someone is following me, but when I look around there is nobody.
I think this woman is following me, and I think she lives in my mother's room, but then there are the man and the child ... Once I dreamed of that man, I dreamed that I saw him in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Then I dreamed that I had gone out to the balcony and, when I wanted to close the French door, I saw in the reflection of the glass a little girl crying. I remember that she had a yellowed white dress, her hair disheveled and her skin as if it were soiled with dirt.
Can you tell me who all these people are and what they want from me?
I think it's a family, but I live in an house that was built around 1940 and there was nothing before it.
The grass, the silence,
the moving of the shadow.
Alone, in your morning cry,
the grass, the silence, the moving of the shadow
and the stalks of the wind. Your relief
is to see you calm while waiting
that I come from afar, your rest
is the hope of meeting in the evening
by chance in a winter.
Leave you to disappear,
to be your sky where you look
without remorse, have your regret,
your memory, your empty hands ...
Maybe it's sweeter to cry than to have me.
Shadows behind my back, they give human thrills of presence that I took my breath away. They all crowd to get my attention and in the meantime they swallow my words. Greedy, marauders, they play as if they were killer dolls. They look for my pulsations, vibrations, lively feelings to make them crowns of thorns. I open dull books and they immediately come out as actors from a distant past. They want to sigh again, whisper secret things to me, make me forget the morning sun. You swing big through the light, but in the dark you disappear. Follow every movement unable to resist, silent and dark. If you had the opportunity, how many things would you say? Muta, do your job, accompanying me everywhere. You are part of me even if elusive, I have you but I don’t possess you. I see you but you cannot do the same, I would like to tell you many things but your ears would not perceive the sound of my voice. Sometimes people can become shadows too, you know?
People are afraid of the night. He is afraid of the dark. They believe that nothing can be seen in the dark. “Dark is dangerous: you never know what it can hide,” they say. But they don’t know that the darkness actually hides nothing. In the night the masks fall, the shadows vanish and only what it really is remains. I am afraid of the day, of the light. Because it makes you believe that you are safe, but you are surrounded by shadows, by masks worn out of fear, by repressed feelings, by hidden pains. How much strength does it take to look at the truth when it is not hiding?We need light and its emanation, without it we do not exist, the shadows, even if so dark, prolong and outline the hidden part of being. Know how to choose your sun, so that your shadow is the brightest part of you. When the sky is gray the world becomes gray and you in it too. Yet, once you pass the clouds, you find yourself in the hidden world that you did not see from the window, you find yourself in front of an infinite white and soft ocean that acts as a separé from the real world. And thinking about this, you begin to look among those few glimpses that allow you to see beyond the clouds and, imagine flying, flying and flying, going higher and higher, beyond the roofs of the houses, above the lights of the city, and beyond above the clouds, and then begin to caress that hidden sky, which until the gray ocean appeared above your head, you didn’t even realize existed.
Death is nothing. I just went over to the other side: It is as if I were hiding in the next room. I’m still me, and you’re still you. What we were before each other we still are. Call me by the name you’ve always given me, which is familiar to you. Talk to me in the same affectionate way you’ve always used. Do not change your tone of voice, do not assume a solemn or sad air. Keep laughing at what made us laugh. Of those little things that we liked so much when we were together. Pray, smile, think of me! My name is always the familiar word from before. Say it without the slightest trace of shadow or sadness. Our life retains all the meaning it has always had. It is the same as before, there is a continuity that does not break. Why should I be out of your thoughts and out of your mind, just because I’m out of your sight? I’m not far, I’m on the other side, just around the corner. Reassure yourself, everything is fine. You will find my heart again. You will find its purified tenderness. Dry your tears and don’t cry if you love me. Your smile is my peace.Those interested in parapsychology, altered states of consciousness, or spiritualism or even esoteric philosophies, the first questions that arise concern death and the possibility of survival beyond this. Soon after others emerge: “Will we meet our loved ones? And if they have reincarnated, how will we find them?”. As confused as the ideas may appear and the doubts are legitimate, from what I have learned, in the afterlife we will find a world that will mirror what we have experienced on earth. Time will also proceed as we know it. We will meet and converse with our loved ones, with our friends and with all those with whom we have established a relationship on the physical world. This is necessary for us because the experiences made together have built a bond that needs to be understood beyond the limits of the materiality that produced it. This consolidation will allow us to go beyond appearances and give to the conscience that feeling that has been recognized as a feeling of love, affection, friendship, solidarity. In reality we will continue our earthly history, but we will do so in worlds and spaces of thought that will allow us a vitality and understanding as we have never experienced it before. In this way it will finally be possible to access the root of our feeling of existing, in that plane of being which, emerging from chronological time, will show us the essence of our life and the meaning of the relationship with those to whom we are linked. Only then will we feel the need to reincarnate, and we will do it with all the baggage of experiences and relationships that will create new stories, further expanding the sense of love and belonging. For this reason no one will be able to reincarnate if he has not first “consumed”, to the maximum degree of understanding, the history of relationship that has seen us together on earth. I am convinced of this and I know that the people who have loved each other never get lost, regardless of the events that apparently interrupt that relationship. No story can remain in the middle. Especially those stories that have linked two people with feelings of affection and love. They have distant origins and will be perpetuated over time and beyond time in a quality that is increasingly felt and involving those individuals. It is true that the body ages, but the body is only a tool to nourish and test that love that comes from the mind and has its roots in the spirit. The body changes, the mind evolves and changes, but the spirit remains to qualify the relationship to make it participate in a unity that will prove to be eternal and felt beyond all imagination.Someone asked me if we will keep our character after death. For what emerges from the many stories of near-death experiences, but also from a philosophical logic on the mechanism of the becoming of being, it seems that we will keep intact every aspect that has characterized us in earthly life. From what I understand, the Hereafter is simply the continuation of a sense of existence for what it produced and characterized us when we developed the physical body and consolidated our individuality with adult awareness. But let’s consider the environment we are going to consult. From what it seems, this will be made up of a material that is extremely sensitive to emotions and thought, so much so that it takes shape and quality in response to our desired and thought. Just what quantum physics has hypothesized for physical matter, that is, that thought modifies situations and emotion forms its characteristic. Well, in the environment that we will find in the afterlife, with a much more refined quality of matter, this fact will be immediate and evident. So how will fears, our tensions and all the deleterious aspects of our character affect this world? We think that the natural state of our way of being has no characteristic of anger, resentment, anxiety, which are momentary imbalances, derived from some shortcomings that generate these negative aspects. Instead the serenity of a relationship to the outside, the openness to who or what surrounds us, represent the perfect balance, albeit limited to our sensitivity. So it can be imagined that if we were placed in an ideal environment, at peace with ourselves and satisfied with what we have, we would have full character; we would act in that environment within the limits of our acquired and expressed, which is different from that of others. So will the world beyond the physical plane, in which there is no longer any reason for shortcomings and, therefore, for anxieties, anger or other feelings which, although part of the limits of our character, would not find “material” and reason to be solicited. . On the contrary, what is solicited, exalted and highlighted, is everything that has been able to trigger a beginning of a harmonious relationship, a trigger for understanding, a solution of completeness (intellectual or emotional). So after death we remain ourselves and understand ourselves, not for our limitations (that will come later), but for our potential for understanding and harmony. Everything must be resolved, the experiences of our life, in that environment, must find their solution, understanding and consummation, so that consciousness can finally find the reason for being and prepare for a new descent on the physical plane, if this is the case. necessary.
There was a time when I used tarot cards but strange things happened in the house where I lived. I saw people who had died. A woman dressed in black crying in the armchair in front of my bed. I could hear the laughter of a child. Then even bad things happened to me. Then one day I saw something silver and they were angels and they entered me and caressed my internal organs. And I felt a lot of well-being. Now I don’t have much positive energy anymore but I still have my tarot cards. In this house where I live now there are many presences and therefore I never wanted to awaken them. A friend of mine told me that I would be a good medium but I don’t know how to become one.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 