THE POWER OF FORGETTING
At 16, Duilio was fed up with his family's mistreatment. Their contempt was theatrical, like a pantomime, artificial; something just didn't add up. It was his mother's 60th birthday, and as always at these events, he endured his siblings' classic sarcasm: "We don't want you in the picture, huh! Hahaha." He went to sleep weary. He was a fervent New Age activist and, as such, dreamed of that golden world of the fifth dimension that the New Age promised, where love, justice, freedom, and all our potential reigned, leaving behind the recalcitrant, banana republic-style Herods who dominated the luminous Jesuses. Herods who loved their families... well, they were Chavistas and Maduro supporters of the purest kind. And even for his opposition to the tyrant in power, he had to endure the childish, tribal, base contempt of his family, who seemed to deliberately play the typical role of the fool who persecutes anyone who aspires to something more than the folly of simply wanting an endless succession of immediate gratifications... "You're a piece of shit, just like us, don't play dumb..." they would literally say, laughing. With the same attitude as the miserable crabs that trap anyone who tries to escape the bucket, which is the destiny they consider inevitable for everyone. Like automatons designed for complete self-destruction, they trap in their fall those of their kind who aspire to save themselves and be the best version of themselves, not the worst.
But aren't the luminous stars, and shouldn't they be, surrounded by darkness? "The enemies of the Son of Man are his own family," Jesus said, and that's mathematically obvious: Good things will be scarce in a world hyper-stimulated toward materialism, lust, vanity, and even stupidity. We criticize this process, but more openly we recognize its necessary evil. They are doing the dirtiest work in the universe: persecuting and harassing the children of God. The matrix locates these strange creatures and surrounds them with its agents for their complete destruction.
He offered a heartfelt and profound prayer, asking God for liberation. He began it with Jesus' words: "If the Son of Man sets you free, you will be free indeed..."
He fell asleep with the Bible in his hand, using it as an oracle, but he fell asleep wondering what to ask and how to ask it. Suddenly his eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face, a wave of euphoria washed over him at the brilliant idea that fueled him, for it was God's will: he would flee forever, leaving no trace.
Finally, he opened the Bible and read: “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and rivers in the wasteland.”
And he understood that God was asking him not only to leave but also to erase them from his mind. He would forget them, and forgiveness and revenge, all together in the oblivion that God requested. Like a fertile seed planted in a hypothalamus fertilized by the hand of God. The message had taken root.
For months he had been wondering what to do with his savings. Savings that, mysteriously, seemed to grow larger every month. As if God himself were designing some details of his journey. Now he knew the destination of that generous sum: his escape. As well as the perfect renewal of his passport. When he had promised himself never to leave his beloved Venezuela. Both the promise and that love were installed by the matrix for his most perfect invisible prison. As one day he would understand everything from the very mouth of Jesus. He dusted off his large backpack and filled it with the essentials. For the less, the better, to achieve a deeper forgetting of that past. Not even a cat could have been quieter leaving its house. He left happy, as if his beloved girlfriend were waiting for him on the corner to continue this initiatory journey together, but his love was God himself. The terminal was two blocks away; from there he went directly to the airport of Maracaibo, the neighboring city, where he took a flight to cold Bogotá. He didn't even leave the airport because of the sudden cold, and from there, still inside, he boarded a tourist flight to Spain. The amount of cash he had would cover it, as would his valid passport.
His obsession with forgetting was so meticulous that the moment his family's faces came to mind, he imagined a laser beam obliterating them. Someday he would understand that Jesus, to achieve his goals, uses something very similar to what we call neuro-programming techniques. For this reason, he chose as his final destination a truly exotic country, where the language, ethnicity, geography, and architecture were quite different, and the chosen one was the island of mysterious Japan. Everything fell into place for him, without the slightest obstacle. As if he had not only obtained a license to make the matrix rewind, but also to greet him with respect. "That is my power, Duilio," Jesus told him in his head, hearing him for the first time. Of course, he said, understanding that it was the solution to the problem he hadn't realized he was facing. It's Him! I am with Him!
Duilio's journey was not only external but also internal and absolutely transformative, eradicating one by one all the facets that God found displeasing. First was his family, then the New Age movement, then his love for the world, transforming him into a perfect soldier of Christ. And this was the price of his freedom, for with this activism he opened the door to God to enjoy His protection over the violent men who seize the kingdom.
He had enough money to live for a few more months, but he invested it in printing a book with the ideas that generously flowed in his mind and that dealt with the work of Jesus. The book would be called THE JOURNEY TO GOD. And he would sell it directly on the streets of Tokyo. It was written in three languages: Japanese, English, and Spanish.
And so some revolutionary months passed. Obeying a divine command, he changed his name to a spiritual one, and to all his new contacts he would give his new "spiritual name," which was: Jonas. And when asked his last name, he would say, "Just Jonas." When he browsed the internet, he avoided everything Venezuelan except for promising news about the tyrant's downfall. He did this to achieve the deep-seated oblivion of the past, but a video caught his attention and pulled him away from his usual routine. It was from a somewhat sensationalist YouTube channel about mysteries and enigmas, and its promotional tagline was: "Mysterious Evaporation of a House in Venezuela." His surprise grew when he discovered it was in his state: Zulia. In his city, Cabimas. And yes, it was his house! "Mission accomplished," Jesus said. The video was 33 minutes long. The YouTuber explained that it all began when one of the family members disappeared without a trace. The family filed a police report. But misfortunes began to befall the house at an unbelievable rate. Lightning struck the house, two cars crashed into it—one a police car—and they were robbed several times. In the neighborhood, they were accused of everything. The house was completely cracked. The women of the house had a reputation as witches in the neighborhood, and all the misfortunes were attributed to this. Although they never missed Sunday mass. The youngest daughter had attempted suicide several times, and the mother had fallen into alcoholism. And one early morning, the house exploded, and the reasons weren't clear even to the police. There was talk of a bomb, gas, an asteroid, a laser beam, or an alien spacecraft.
"But it was divine justice, Jonas, for the curse placed upon you before and after your departure, that finally came down upon those wicked ones... Likewise, one day the work of the Antichrist will be covered and destroyed by darkness. If even he cannot escape, what will become of them?" Jesus said, and took him on an astral journey, revealing all the mysteries surrounding his life.
"You are children of Abraham born among Gentiles. You are the powerhouses of the world and of others. When I made you forget them, it was because just thinking about them continues to drain your energy. They are all energy vampires. I blocked them, and within months they collapsed. You are being studied and destroyed by the devil. The darkness of the world enables this. You mysteriously escaped, like a true chosen one of God himself. With many others, I couldn't do what I did with you, to the point of surprising even myself." With you, the plan God has established has been successfully carried out. The more you caused others to fall, the easier it became to cause others to fall. God's pain has ceased with you because you are opening the door for God to take revenge, because you are opening it from within. If one manages to overcome the devil, their prayers are heard loud and clear by God. For this reason, I emphatically ask you to pray to God in my name so that divine justice may fall upon the Satanists, Illuminati, Matrix followers, terrorists, criminal gangs, witches, Maduro supporters—call them what you will—upon all those who want to destroy God's work, which is humanity. Enough of impunity! We will not rest until we have established the most perfect justice on Earth.
This was your first great triumph, and many more await you until the definitive coming of my kingdom to Earth.
THE END
