After the publication of this book, I don’t know if some people will start asking questions about the real truth, but I will, of course, continue to ask questions and put out my opinions based on personal experiences and observations.
I also respect anyone’s right to reject or to negatively criticize my opinions because I love everyone---even if there is disagreement in our way of seeing, understanding, and analyzing things. Because of my love for each human being, I also accept hatred, for I know imperfection is an eminent sentiment of human nature.
This book is not a theological document whose mission is to convince others or to make them say amen to all. It is a compilation of dreams and opinions from real people with whom you can observe, ask questions, touch, and even dine.
One acute difficulty was to remember all the detailed scenes from each dream.
Now, my last three words to you are: ENJOY YOUR READING.
In 1998, I was with my girlfriend, Linda, when suddenly I fell asleep after we had shared some moments of special affection.
I was somewhere between earth and heaven when I heard what sounded like a destructive noise. I listened to many voices that sounded very bizarre; I could identify them as spirit voices because I could feel the power. They were preparing to go somewhere, and to destroy things while they were on their way to their destination, and to impose their hegemony to humans. Nothing could stand when this noise was passing by; strangely, they had the power to destroy anything without leaving a trace that could prove the existence of what they destroyed. Then I saw, in the middle of the road, the sky and earth were occupied by what I would call a multitude of spirits; their clothing was white, but their dress looked like a part of their bodies. They did not need feet, as humans, to move from one point to another. The noise was getting closer and closer to me, and I held on to something firmly with my hands, but my body was almost exterminated by their power. They passed close to me like a superpowered wind, and all the living things on earth couldn’t stand to witness the destructive force of the immense number of spirits wreaking havoc from one side of the horizon to the other. Fortunately, I was not destroyed by their power, but I could have been.
Then I saw creatures standing at a huge podium somewhere in heaven. I reprimanded them for their actions and interactions with humans. The crowd sat probably one foot lower from the podium in a huge assembly, and their number was hundreds of thousands and they were listening to me. I talked with authority and told them “You know why people are confused about whose spirits are good or bad because when someone calls you to do wrong, you do it. That is the reason why people call you bad spirits, and you need to stop that.” Everyone in the assembly was calm, and they kept this serenity throughout all my exhortations. When I finished, I did not see myself any longer in the dream. I woke up and lay calmly on the bed thinking about the dream that was, of course, very out of the ordinary. I was perplexed, but I kept my dream secret and never told Linda what happened because I thought that she would see me as a strange person.
Until today, I keep thinking about the sound of the immense number of spirits or angels that were passing and dominating or overpowering everything that stood in their way; they were many times mightier than humans in spite of our capacity to create nuclear bombs.