BLURB

One night I had a dream, and I woke up… I saw that somewhere there was a dividing line between the visible and the invisible, and from there people could gain access to abundance. So many people walked for miles over a rugged mountain in order to cross that imaginary line and gain a vision of the other dimension

Those who went there would return and form groups with others who had seen the other side, so that they could live harmoniously on Earth, because what they had seen made them so different from everyone else—those who were unable to know the secret of abundance—that coexistence became impossible.

What is it that the human being has not yet seen on Earth?
Their divine dimension. Until we recognise that we are souls; until the soul becomes so pure that it no longer needs the mud in order to experience its truth; until it becomes a beacon, living in the light of truth for the souls that remain immersed in their darkness. Identified, you see, with life and its false lights. The illusion of all the noise that keeps you alive.

That seemingly justified cause that rejects you and invalidates you is your fairy tale. You do not want to part with it; it is what you were raised on. And, dazed, you follow your thoughts as they dance to their own rhythm, pulling you into their chaos. Those who sleep do not listen; they merely talk in their sleep—an entire humanity, everyone alone, making noise just to be heard.

But whoever awakens here, in order to endure the light, must pass through death so as to be able to remain here; and there is only one way: death before death. Only disidentification can awaken you from the lethargy of your dream. In paradise, souls do not shout, they are not afraid, they do not grieve. In paradise, souls are serene. Order, harmony, and self-knowledge lead you to balance. Self-observation ultimately makes you a god.

But in order to become a god, you must first live as a human being…