by Wudson Silva
I was seating at the service area at my father’s house. To rest my eyes from reading a good mythology book I gazed upon the late afternoon changing the colors of clouds as the sun set.
It was funny to know that the ancient Greeks believed that a carriage drove the sun from one side to the other, and that to them the world wasn’t round, but flat like a record disk. I am glad these mysteries have been solved.
Actually, what I really wanted to read was the book that Clóvis wrote. The mailman, yesterday afternoon, delivered a book “Studies on Psychangelogy” and a letter attached, which I read first. I confess I was impressed by what I read.
Clóvis is very happy, he wrote, and one of the reasons for his happiness is that he was cured of the angels seeing thing, which disturbed him so much on these last seven years. The cure came with a new meeting he had with God, who granted him the opportunity of giving up his Mission. He opted, then, for giving up, once he had merits, and he was humble enough to accept that it was sufficient enough. He knew very well how to put in words his happiness and wrote how he saved a soul, but it was God that gave him the news about that beforehand, because up to that point he didn’t know anything about it. The soul that was save from the way to hell was mine — I was safe!
I cried.