The little girl walked the streets of her town, hand in hand with her daddy. She was happy. She grew up healthy. She was alert and curious. She interpreted what happened to her. She created relationships among the dynamics. She became a wonderful girl and came to know the evil that men do to themselves and other men, for a sadistic taste of hurting and acclaiming themselves as winners. She fled in horror. She did not want to witness that scabrous and indecent spectacle. She opened herself to the world, even though that bitter awareness of a disbanded Humanity, lusting to kill the thought of the different and creative, was seeping into her soul. She transformed herself into Woman. She learned the art of healing each other's wounds.
She became a Woman, and waited for her own destiny to be fulfilled. Her eyes had seen the evil, the devastation, the horrifying scenario of human beings who, unable to take care of someone, prefer to destroy him or her, in order to propose to the world the ever-changing image of a human race that mows down thought, kills the unconscious reasons of the suffering, humiliates diversity, in order to proclaim itself King of who knows what kingdom, above an endless desert, which tells of death and overpowering. The Woman discovered that she was a healer. First she healed herself of the poison of a sick society. She isolated herself. She rediscovered the satisfaction of growing a plant in the garden, with the love she would have liked to give to a man who could read and love her. One day she met a warrior, who, like her, had fled his own war, and the two loved each other. She healed him, healing his wounds. He saw her in her boundless beauty as a princess and decided that he would never abandon her. The two went on their own path, observing, from afar, the chaos generated by evil, which was sickening so many men and women around the world. This is the story of a Healer, who saved a warrior, to live with him forever, in harmony.
Some people were awakening. Some people were beginning to no longer believe true the narrative of evil, which was spreading at all hours of the day and night in all the cities of the Earth. The Healer and her Warrior waited, full of confidence, for all mankind to wake up and reject evil, to stop letting it enter their homes. It was a war. An intrapsychic conflict, which was celebrated within one's own mind, between a force that craved the destruction of humankind and another that instead wished to love and live in peace with all. The Healer was living her own harmony. He looked at her full of admiration. He could not have loved anyone else. She had made him happy. Free. She had given him his own dimension of sanity after the war, and, from that day, the warrior dared to touch happiness with a finger, even though outside their home, chaos was waiting for them. The Healer knew how to love. He was a glow in the illune night. He would follow her to the ends of the earth, since he trusted her blindly. She would never expose him to danger. He would never betray her, remaining faithful to her forever in a form of all-encompassing loyalty.
In this era of lies, projected on a world scale, authentic words are needed. This is my message to the world for a peaceful revolution leading us to a New Age of Light.