Social Sciences Philosophical Workshop = Therapeutic Workshop.
"But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing..." [1]
—Oh, kids, I almost forgot —said María de los Ángeles, the teacher—. For tomorrow, in the first Social Sciences class, we are going to start a workshop on Ethics. As "homework," you must write a one-page text about morals, values, and goodness. To get inspired, try to resolve eternal dilemmas: like the trolley problem, do we do good for the reward or out of fear of punishment?, are we a unity between what we leave, think, and do...? Or are we a... [1]
—Mess! —added Mauro, the class joker. Everyone laughed, even the teacher.
—"Incoherent" sounds more pedagogical, Maurito —she added mischievously—. Also respond or be inspired by this: Can I do good without God? Is a politician good if they do good only for the next elections? Are we free to choose? Don't make it too long, so tomorrow everyone can read their text and we can talk about it like a colloquium. Of course, and it goes without saying, all artificial intelligences are strictly forbidden, even the wild ones... [1]
The bell rang as the teacher said goodbye and everyone left. [1]
Christian packed everything into his backpack and, thoughtfully, walked towards his bicycle in the courtyard. On the way home, he thought about the assignment he had to do and told himself: "I know, I'm going to write a report on the good deeds that one does selflessly, without anyone watching. And I could write the antithesis of that when...". [1]
He stopped his thought upon seeing a homeless man sleeping on the sidewalk on that cold winter morning. He managed to see how his jaw shivered from the cold, covered only by his own arm. He continued on his way, telling himself: "I should also write the antithesis of this, when one does evil out of pure love of art, because there are those who do...". [1]
Suddenly, the whiteness of a blanket caught his attention. He approached; it was a bedspread so white it looked new, and indeed, its label revealed it. "How did this get here just when I need a new bedspread?", he said, an idea that had already been lingering in his mind that week. That one suited him perfectly. "Surely the wind tore it from a car with an open window... one of those just bought at the Éxito supermarket." [1]
But the shivering of that jaw he had just seen projected into his mind and wrapped him in his fatigue. He walked back the 100 meters that separated him from the homeless man, got off his bicycle, and spread the bedspread over him. Since it covered his face, the homeless man's "thank you" sounded as if from beyond, something very fitting for the situation.
That day, to get inspired by the text, Christian went to the beach with his notes and his computer. As soon as he arrived, he saw something very unpleasant: an islet had formed where a German Shepherd dog was playing sadistically with a dying pelican. Perhaps it enjoyed that the bird, due to its old age, could no longer fly as it used to when the dog had envied it so many times. The dog bit it, tugged at it, left it for a while, walked around, took it again, and would not leave it in peace. Christian loaded some coconuts into the bicycle basket to use as projectiles to scare the animal away. He headed towards the islet that separated him by about 100 meters, plus the stretch of water that forced him to leave his bike on the shore, and approached with the coconuts in hand. [1]
—Get out! Get out, get away from here! —he shouted at it, threatening it with the coconuts. The dog barked, but moved away a bit. [1]
In that act, the dog's owner appeared in a Jeep, rebuking him: [1]
—Why are you attacking my dog like that? [1]
—Because it is bothering that dying pelican. It has been teasing it for 15 minutes and won't leave it in peace.
The owner looked at his pet. [1]
—Bad dog! —he shouted furiously. The animal seemed to grasp the reprimand and lowered its head as if it understood. Then, the man looked at Christian—. I am an animal lover at heart, but between two animals fighting, you have to punish the bad one and defend the weak one, even if the bad one is my dog. And you are the animal lover hero of the day who saved the poor pelican. Very well! I like that. I love animals. [1]
—No, look —Christian replied—. I did it so spontaneously that, if I had stayed seated, I wouldn't have felt bad and insensitive either. Just as I don't judge your dog. We are mind, soul, and spirit, besides being heavily influenced by entities; they are pure instinct. The female crocodile that kills her hatchlings is not "bad", she is not bad in human terms... [1]
—But what do you think of that priest who watched how the pelican suffered and did nothing? —the owner asked him, pointing into the distance, where a priest, recognizable by his cassock, was sitting on a porch. [1]
—As the saying goes: every demon must be judged according to their hell —said Christian—. We don't know if the devil is binding him to be able to accuse him later... or if at some point he reconsiders this, blames himself for not having come, and exorcises his pain with a transmuting story, doing justice to all animals that suffer due to the sadism of a human or animal bully. Judging by appearances always tends to lead to error. Sometimes I don't even judge myself... [1]
The man remained thoughtful. Christian remembered the words of Jesus and spoke them aloud: [1]
—For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged. [1]
—Correct —said the dog's owner. [1]
They said goodbye and Christian chose to stay on the islet to write his text on his computer near the dying pelican, giving it shade with his body while the bird passed its beak through its feathers, rubbing the dog's bites in its last moments of life. But at least it was accompanied... He offered it a cracker, but the pelican rejected it without sorrow. [1]
The next day, the teacher, relying on maieutics to achieve a more pedagogical dialogue, had the chairs arranged in a circle. Each one, standing up, read their text. At the end of each reading everyone applauded and, if anyone wished, commented on something. [1]
The most notable thing was what Carlos wrote, who took the topic into the spiritual realm. He said that the battle inside us for good and evil is the same one that exists across the entire Earth, since here there are children of God mixed with Nephilim. [1]
—The separation of the wheat and the tares that Jesus mentioned —noted Faustina. [1]
—Correct, if we follow that analogy —said the teacher. [1]
Carlos, for his part, listed moral authorities and cited their calamities: [1]
—Fyodor Dostoevsky suffered from severe gambling addiction. Ernest Hemingway suffered from severe alcoholism, just like Hermann Hesse. Jean-Jacques Rousseau is one of the fathers of modern pedagogy and the idea of the natural goodness of human beings; however, in his private life, he abandoned his five biological children in a public hospice as soon as they were born, arguing that he had neither money nor patience to raise them. Arthur Schopenhauer pushed his elderly neighbor down the stairs because she was talking too loudly near his door. Gentlemen, all the time there are scandals about priests, pastors, and also Buddhist monks who give strange kisses to children in public... Good in itself does not exist.— He concluded. [1]
—Well, someone called Jesus "good" and he corrected them: "No one is good but God alone" —said Faustina—. But I believe it's the opposite: the little good that man has is innate to him, pure merit of his own, but the bad is foreign, an external influence from the astral plane. Gender ideology, for example, was not born in humans; the intellectual creators at the Tavistock Institute have green scales... [1]
Whispers were heard throughout the classroom. Then Faustina spoke in her own text about the typical case of the showgirl turned exemplary Christian, whose sinful past is reproached by everyone without understanding that her conversion is the very essence of Christianity: [1]
—That's what it's about. About the Mary Magdalenes or the Sauls of Tarsus; about fixing what is broken, which once recovered is superior to what is immaculate. The infernal accuser is the devil, the merciful one is God, and those detractors are acolytes of the devil. In reality, they envy the incredible energy she had to remake herself anew. It's like destroying all the synapses where our "self" was structured and starting from scratch again. That requires a lot of energy. In reality, detractors suffer from two things: envy and laziness. [1]
—Excellent! —said the teacher—. Does anyone want to comment? [1]
Faustina seemed so confident in her text that no one dared to add anything. [1]
—Laura, your turn.
Laura read her part:
—The devil's great mistake is that he accuses humanity of being garbage and tries to prove it by making it sin. But when he finds a righteous person, he twists and retwists them coercively so that they fall into error, traps included. In other words, he is garbage twice over. The true evil of the devil is coercive excess, and that is in the Bible many times. Case No. 1 is obviously with Jesus. [1]
—But, teacher, the big question is: why does God allow evil? —said Leonel. [1]
—I'll give you a hint —she said, touching her watch—. Tick, tock, tick, tock... They have a certain time to corrupt us; if we reach the end redeemed, we win. We are playing the game of duality, that's why God allows evil. Those from Barça cannot ask the "God of football": "Come on, don't be mean, destroy Real Madrid, why do you let them live?". When what it's about is beating them on the playing field and with the rules of the game that we accepted beforehand. [1]
The teacher, proud of her students, concluded: [1]
—Kids, your writings and the level of this dialogue have surpassed me. I didn't expect this height... or maybe I did, but very deep down. We should have filmed it to upload it later to social networks because it deserves it, you have made me look very good. For the next class of this workshop, which we are going to film, we are not going to write a free text, but prose: a short story where a philosophy professor gives their students the task of writing a text strictly about being a unity between what we think, say, and do. About hypocrisy. The double standard. I want to mix fiction and reality. A bit inspired by Carlos's work, to see when and where the vaccine of good actually takes hold and when it doesn't, and we are just pure blah, blah, blah, with good being only an exterior pose. Carlos's point seemed like a good trigger to me, since it is very strong, ninety percent of moral authorities already with their bronze statue had a dark past. [1]
—Look, a UFO! —shouted Leandro, looking out the window. [1]
—Yes, over there —said Roberto—. It's a cigar-shaped one. [1]
Just as everyone was approaching the window, the unidentified flying object disappeared. [1]
—It wasn't cigar-shaped, it was like bigger at one end, like a telescope... —Leandro corrected. [1]
—It's true —said Roberto—, and it was like it was pointing at us... [1]
Everyone returned to their seats. [1]
—What a shame there wasn't time to photograph it —said the teacher. [1]
—We caught it and it disappeared as if it knew —Leandro commented. [1]
—Or to make us believe that... —Eugenio added. [1]
—How perceptive, Eugenio —said the teacher—. What do you think of the idea? [1]
Faustina, taking the floor, said: [1]
—Great, but let's clear it up. We are taught good, then we are persuaded to evil, and then we are tested. No one escapes this process, which speaks of a God, like a divine judge. Here there are those with souls and those without souls, those called NPCs today, and a battle to see who ends up at the end with their soul in their chest to deliver it intact and victorious to God. To be or not to be, that is the question. NPCs aim at not being, at immediate satisfaction; they realize themselves by having, there will never be a unity between thinking, saying, and doing. Those with souls are experts at foreseeing, they realize themselves by being, they reject bread for today and hunger for tomorrow. They are experts at delaying gratification. We build on the rock or on the sand... Even Nietzsche, the stallion of atheists and antichrists, admitted to having built on sand, which is why his life was a failure. Ceasing to think about oneself and thinking about others is the clearest sign of maturation, Einstein said. When we realize that we are all one, the work is ready... [1]
Applause broke out spontaneously for her inspired words. [1]
—Teacher, since we know you like the most audacious conspiracy theories... do you believe in the God gene? —asked Laura. [1]
—Yes, but also in what John says: "God can raise up children to Abraham from these stones." If not, why is pressure put on everyone, why are the Gentiles invited? It is possible! Man is free to save himself, even more so if we think about the multiverse. Well, you already know the new topic for the next class. And you know, IA is strictly forbidden; at most, you use them as a springboard, not as a hammock. [1]
The bell rang as the teacher said goodbye. [1]
That day was Friday and it was a very special day for Christian, because he was expecting a Solomon-like decision that he awaited with great anxiety. However, the latest news had changed everything. It turned out he was part of a group of friends, and one of them was his cousin. The group had become friends with a group of girls, and with his cousin, they were vying for Alejandra's heart. From the beginning, both began to court her, and since things were getting serious, the three of them decided to define the situation. The one who would make the decision was, obviously, her. [1]
Surprisingly, Alejandra appeared at his house that afternoon very smiling, without warning, with a gift in her hands, which gave away the answer. He let her in, but very seriously, and before she could give him the good news, he told her bluntly: [1]
—Choose him!
—But why? If I choose you... [1]
—Choose him because he has fulminant cancer. He doesn't have much time left to live. The family is destroyed, he was just diagnosed yesterday. We are all doing very badly... [1]
Her eyes filled with tears, and with this, she was more certain that her heart definitely belonged to Christian. [1]
—Besides, do you know what happened to him with his ex-girlfriend? —he continued—. They were dating for almost five years and, by mutual agreement, decided to separate for a while to meet other people, meet up later and see if they would definitely get married. That was the plan. But at the end of nine months, he found out that she was marrying someone else who had gotten her pregnant. And that split him down the middle, and he was depressed for months. If on top of that this happens to him, he will die before the short time he already has. [1]
A tear rolled down Alejandra's cheek, moved by more than one emotion. [1]
—Let's do this: stay with him. If in the future God takes him away and we are single, we'll talk. [1]
—At least accept the gifts, because they were for you. Your favorite perfume. [1]
—Thank you.
They kissed, hugged, and said goodbye, both crying. [1]
As soon as she left, his cell phone rang from an unknown number. [1]
—Hello, Christian. I'm Manuel Estrada. [1]
—Hello, how are you?
—I'm calling you because I need a new website for my travel agency and I really like how you design. I already saw your work for colleagues of mine, but there is a very serious problem: your partner, El Chavo. As you will remember, we have an eternal fight, a matter over women, and I am not going to give work to that "backstabber"... What I propose is that you make it for me in secret at your house, I'll pay you in cash, and one hand washes the other, and if I saw you, I don't even remember. [1]
Christian, while preparing his notes, said to him very distractedly: [1]
—No, thanks, Manuel. I can't do that, we are partners... [1]
Indignant, Manuel snapped at him:
—You just lost five thousand dollars for being stupid. —And he hung up furiously, more interested in screwing El Chavo than in his new website. [1]
His cell phone rang again. It was María de los Ángeles, the Social Sciences teacher, who sent them a text as a circular note: [1]
"Dear students: a spectacular twist for the story just occurred to me. The professor gives them that task as I told you, but that work was being tested, followed, and studied by a sect from the astral plane, like the key characters in Dark City (have you seen that movie?), they who wanted to corroborate the same thing as the story: who was coherent between what they wrote and what they did..., what do you think?" [1]
To Christian, the twist the teacher was adding now seemed extraordinary, and he started writing it immediately. That day there were many important activities in other subjects, but everyone had their minds and hearts on Social Sciences, and the moment arrived. [1]
The papers inspired these comments: [1]
—Evil is generated by fear, the psychosis of scarcity, the perpetual attitude of "attack is the best defense" and thus, due to a phantom problem, the devil reigns because he divides... —Mauro sentenced after reading his own story. And Faustina noted: [1]
—Yes, how many wars started out of pure psychological warfare, about who is the biggest bully, and passed to the physical plane; without going any further, today what's happening with Iran versus the United States. [1]
Then everyone stopped on Carlos's work and the debate centered on a famous actress who appeared on the cover of Jet-set doing a solidarity action in Africa. But he criticized those who criticized her for showing it. Because if she had appeared for having a breast job, no one would have said anything, now if she does a good deed; no, that is kept quiet! And it shouldn't be said, meaning: frivolity yes, charity no. When they finally show something more human in that gossip magazine. [1]
—Yes, I'm with you —said Laura—. The Bible censures showing off doing good, but at the same time it also highlights good examples. And at the end of all, that cover is a good example in this immoral world at the peak of the era of stupidity. [1]
The comments inspired by what Hugo did were also very particular; the final message was that the words of Jesus upon successfully finishing the work: "we are unworthy servants" said it all. The good deeds we do are actually done by the Holy Spirit through us. And they are already written. That's why "we are unworthy servants, we have only done what was our duty", boasting about a good deed is precisely vain. Blind. [1]
—But if we believe that, then the other side is also true: the bad deeds, sins, errors that we do, there it is God who allows the devil to either bind us or push us so that we commit the error with which God will later teach us a lesson —commented Eugenio. [1]
—Yes, that is also true, but it is valid for those of us who are in God's program; obviously not for a satanist or a witch lost in the darkness of evil —noted Faustina. And the teacher commented: [1]
—Yes, as Anthony de Mello used to say: "We don't want to sin, it's madness, we sin to heal ourselves from an illness we wanted to cure." [1]
—Exactly! And for being so smart they expelled him from the Catholic Church—said Mauro. And he added—: Because of this, it would be counterproductive to feel a lot of guilt. Because there our frequency drops and we remain in the adversary's field of action for him to sink us deeper and deeper. People forget that Satan is the resentful one and God is the merciful one. [1]
—But if there is a functional guilt- added Julián.
—Good point, kids, and very original —said María de los Ángeles. [1]
And Laura said:
—Perhaps our only merit is not to get in the way of God's will and to prevent it by praying, reciting prayers, because by doing this, rather than being something we are not, we rather impede obstacles from the adversary that coercively push us to omission or incorrect action. By praying we neutralize the devil's neutralization. [1]
Everyone read their papers in class, but the end eclipsed them all and it was Eugenio's work that took all the applause. The teacher spared no praise for his ingenuity. Eugenio took it a step higher, giving it another level. Because there was the level of the professor, the level of the aliens or the sect, and higher up was God himself, who rewarded the only one who had acted morally every time he had been tested. The divine wink was that he received an unexpected millionaire inheritance from a second uncle. [1]
Julián could no longer bear his inner voice and said: [1]
—Teacher... are we being analyzed by a sect from the astral plane for doing this work?
A great silence formed in the classroom. [1]
—Look, kids, I'm going to tell you —said the teacher—. Yesterday I found a dropped credit card at the entrance of the Palmetto shopping mall. Once, on a very transgressive TV show, they taught how to do a trick upon finding a lost card and for a second I had that fantasy. I told myself: "How hypocritical! I am grading these papers and look at what I'm thinking." But right there I told myself: "What if they are implanting the idea to test me?". And then I asked myself the same thing you are asking yourself... because that idea was implanted in me... [1]
Christian remembered right then that when he saw the homeless man in his mind after picking up the bedspread, it was like watching a clear movie. [1]
Laura told:
—With some friends we once did A Course in Miracles, and to the six of us it happened that in life we experienced the exact same thing we were working on in the book. It was like a succession of implausible syncs. [1]
—On top of that, the telescope-type UFO —said Marco. [1]
—Yes! The UFO shaped like a telescope, as if telling us: "We are watching you" —added the teacher—. I'll be honest with you: this idea occurred to me... or so I believe. So that we can measure ourselves to see if we are coherent with our thoughts or if there is a San Andreas Fault between the two, as in so many moral authorities who have already earned their bronze statues. [1]
—This reminds me of the movie The Forgotten, where some aliens steal parents' children to see if they manage to erase them from their memory. [1]
—Yes, I saw it —said Laura—, and it is an exact metaphor for what ETs do to humanity, erasing the child... the Son of God... [1]
—But, teacher, why do you think they would be measuring us? —asked Hugo. [1]
—Surely because some students have a specific blood lineage that they are very interested in following and studying, and it is related to what I commented on Eugenio's work and what Faustina said. I'm going to confess something to you, my dear students: this group is very special to me, there is no Judas here... [1]
—Or he is very well hidden with human shapeshifting —noted Mauro... [1]
—I don't know, but I catch black magicians immediately, those who are on the other side. This is the most united and humane group I've had in my life, you meet up to three times a week, you go out together, you go out to distribute food, you do camping trips, and the papers you do are a delicacy like this one and I've never seen the slightest fight; in others, everyone is fighting with everyone all the time. You are a very special group, but don't tell anyone because you'll make me look bad and they will get jealous... [1]
—Meaning that we are "María's Angels" —said Mauro, and everyone laughed at the joke. Then he kept talking and said—: I want to tell you this about a friend of mine; he told me that he likes doing good deeds so much, that in the end he realized he does them for himself, for the pleasure it gives them, and that's why now he tries not to feel love, he does them without thinking about it... or tries to... [1]
Instantly Eugenio commented: [1]
—Yes, but if you don't do it out of love, it makes no sense. If a bill falls out of your pocket and a homeless person takes it, it doesn't count for the... karmic tribunal because you didn't do it out of love. The important thing is to feel love, obviously. [1]
—For the "karmic tribunal"? —Hugo repeated.
—To call it that, something like that must undoubtedly exist. But, María, what would be the solution to what Eugenio alleges? Or whoever knows the solution, Faustina...? [1]
—In the degree —said the teacher—, "in the middle you will find the way" as the phrase goes, in feeling it with your feet and not with your head, or the pleasure is so great that you lose the prize which is salvation and freedom... [1]
A great silence formed where everyone thought "an angel passed by," but nobody said it, though they did feel it through María's beautiful words. [1]
After a pause, she added: [1]
—Let's see, raise your hands those who felt that, due to events in your lives, you are being morally tested in these last two weeks? [1]
Ninety-nine percent raised their hands.
—Well, we are going to do a very interesting anonymous thing. You are going to write anonymously on a sheet of paper two columns: the times you were measured or had the opportunity to show your values, and next to it you are going to put whether you acted in a moral, amoral, or immoral way. If you betrayed your brother, your wife, your pet... Let's be very honest if that sect is measuring us. I no longer know if I'm talking about the story or about us. Fiction mixes with reality... —she said smiling. [1]
Everyone handed her the sheet and she reviewed them with intellectual eagerness. Her face lit up to see that morality won. She burst into laughter saying: [1]
—Look at what one wrote to me: "I failed all of them, sorry, but I feel very guilty, I'm the worst, but he who sins and prays, ties?". [1]
Everyone laughed.
—Another very well cited the Bible and wrote: "Our righteous acts are like filthy rags to God." [1]
—Do you realize, teacher? —Laura told her—. This workshop itself is a perfect synecdoche, the part for the whole of humanity, of biblical history, because we were all given a topic: "Do good," and then we are measured in life while the devil probes us. We did the same thing here. It is a perfect universal synecdoche. The part for the whole. [1]
—Meaning, a Matrix within the Matrix —said Eugenio. [1]
—No —said Christian—, there is the story, there is us, and there is humanity. They are three mamushka-type Matrices, one inside the other. [1]
Many "wow!"s were heard in the class. [1]
—And look at this —said Julián— that I am thinking out loud: The devil fell from heaven for rebelling against God; just as Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden for disobeying him, just as Israel went into exile for not obeying him.
—Just as the soul is expelled from the chest upon sinning and we are left at the mercy of enemies. Eugenio added. [1]
—It's like a series of synecdoches one inside the other. Surely because the universe uses fractal geometry. Said the teacher. [1]
—This is getting more than interesting —said Mauro, right when the bell rang and the teacher shouted: [1]
—Nooo! We forgot to film it again, no! This dialogue was universal, kids, but it doesn't matter, I believe heavily in the morphic field; this epic dialogue remained recorded on those etheric walls for whoever needs that information, by stretching out their etheric antennas they will be able to pick up whatever they want from the beautiful words we have pronounced today.
Those words ended in extended applause. [1]
The whole colloquium left Christian very thoughtful as he went to the courtyard for his bicycle. He too felt an excessive amount of moral tests that week. Life isn't like that although dice have no memory, he thought. Pedaling and looking into the infinite he went, just 100 meters from the school, when he saw a thick chain on the sidewalk that the sun made flash; he picked it up, it was as new as that bedspread, it had a cross that boasted a carved crown at the top. He verified that it was gold by the smell, he knew how to do it. He put it in his pocket and started off, without seeing that the whole scene had been witnessed by his teacher, who was less than two meters behind him about to call him by touching his shoulder, but his finding stopped her. [1]
Seeing him rub the chain and smell it, she understood it was gold and saw that it was a whole symbol that he was the blessed one of Eugenio's visionary story, because he had passed many of life's tests and he knew it because he was the only one who put a circle and not a dot on the "i", which indicates creativity. She had already noticed that particularity in Christian's handwriting. But the most revealing thing about his sheet was the one left blank with the citation of Isaiah 64:6. He believed the same thing they discussed: good actions are done by God in one, and we are unworthy servants. [1]
Thinking too much about it is a mistake. But also the bad ones... María thought to herself. She smiled with tears in her eyes, vibrant and absolutely happy with her students. Intuoting that Christian would not be the only one to find that cross... [1]
For the whole group had a collection of gestures that demonstrated the unity between what they said, thought, and did. Like when one returned a huge wad of cash on his first day of work, a wad he found on a bench where he did night watchman rounds; his coworkers at the security company insinuated keeping it and splitting it, but he quickly logged it in the minutes book with ink and signature in his own handwriting, preventing further insinuations. Or like when another dared to stand against his entire family and relatives so as not to vote as mayor for a very dear relative, whom everyone knew had committed several mercantile and sexual misdeeds... [1]
Or when one, who was an enemy of the LGBTQ dictatorship, defended a gay man in the library where a lady went to look for the security guard because the gay man was watching a gay movie. But he said: [1]
—It is not a pornographic movie, it is just gay-themed, nothing more. And I know that lady and she has problems in all libraries, leave him in peace. [1]
The gay man thanked him, but he told him: [1]
—You're welcome, brother, here in the world of ideas I didn't let myself be bound, and I helped you as I felt like doing. But since everything happens in an eternal present... [1]
—What? —said the young man who did not understand the meaning of his enigmatic words.
—Nothing, leave it at that, but I'll tell you something more complex: homosexuality is artificial, foreign, and devilish. It is not natural.
—Are you homophobic? And you helped me —exclaimed the LGBTQ person.
—Yes, but I know it from my own experience. But everything is a moral dilemma, bro... [1]
This same person took a cell phone away from a man struggling with a thief and, upon delivering it to him, said: [1]
—I give it to you, but we are disobeying Jesus, may God forgive us. [1]
Shortly after, he crossed paths with him and the man told him it was stolen from him again, but in a more violent way with a weapon. [1]
—See —he told him—, if we had let them have it, you would already have the new one and you would have saved yourself the bad time.
One lived through an episode of great violence where a man, to steal his motorcycle, was shot and the bullet remained embedded in the skin. He arrived running, leaving his bags in the sentry box at the mercy of another thief. He laid hands on him and prayed for his health so that the ambulance they were waiting for would arrive quickly and well, and so that it would never happen to him again. "Here I will not let myself be bound," he thought, "although time does not exist and everything is a single instant." Health, brother! [1]
Another, on an opportunity preparing a play, on the stage where they were preparing a play, had to take a knee to the genitals for rejecting an indecent proposal from the most shameless of his female castmates. He was the one who rejected her, and she, following her extroverted nature, gave him the knee. He could have come off as a winner and shouted: "She's scorned because I rejected her!", but for others that would be power; for him, it would be a low blow. He kept the reason to himself, remaining silent. He kept the truth to himself because he knew God was watching, and that was enough for him. God avenged him shortly after when she fell off the stage and had to drop out of the prepared play. And the walls of the theater seemed to shout the truth. Such was the mettle of María de los Ángeles's beloved and special group. [1]
What Eugenio had kept to himself, and bit his tongue to tell even one person, was the draft of his story. It was as much or even more revealing than his submitted writing, because in it he said that one of the boys in the workshop was actually an undercover alien and was behind the experiment. The problem that made him remove this twist was that Leandro, who saw the UFO through the window, looked very alien-like, and it was Eugenio himself who teased him with subtle bullying because of this and used to call him "martian." From that day on he didn't say it to him anymore, but he thought about it seriously. [1]
But what was even more revealing about his story was the end: Emanuel, the boy who was rewarded for having acted correctly, entered into the Christian Great Tribulation. In other words, things were just beginning for him: he had only qualified through the three-level experiment, and the last one was the divine one. That was the destiny foretold for Christian too. What Eugenio didn't know was that Christian symbolized the whole group and that God had dictated it to him so that one day Christian and the whole group could begin to assemble their personal puzzle, because several from the beloved group were serious candidates. And they would find that mysterious cross; not always made of gold, some would find it made of wood, stone, or as a natural tattoo like a birthmark, or shaped on the wall, or in the clouds, or in their sclera, or in dreams or under the telescope as happened to Eugenio looking at his own skin. And a long time later, when they discovered this, they understood the fact that Christian found two. The gold one belonged to the whole group. Gold being one of the gifts Jesus received at birth, a symbol of the eternal, the divine, wisdom, and victory.
Because of all these divine signs, there was so much interest from the astral plane in this group, which was NOT formed accidentally... Later this force not only tested their actions, but pushed increasingly coercively so that they would fail their tests. Tacitly indicating a judgment, therefore a judge, ergo God exists. In the end, its nefarious action constituted a solid proof for the group: God exists, and he is Yahweh. Because he was the God of the school and of the group and of Jesus too, because he said to some Jews: My Father whom you claim as your God in John 8:54. [1]
Christian was on the beach again, contemplating a spectacular sunset, when his cell phone rang: it was the teacher sending one more text message to all her students wishing them a good weekend and congratulating them on the outcome of the workshop, and she said: [1]
—Kids, since we have mixed reality with fiction so much, let's imagine that all of this—you, the stories, me, the teacher, the aliens—everything is just a story that someone reads out there or that picks it up directly from the morphic field, and that the true tested ones to see the coherence between what they say, think, and do were, and are, precisely the readers of this story, and the investigator is God himself, that if we all do the best we can, the whole planet levels up and let's pray for that, that we are all one... I leave you thinking, good weekend... GOODBYE, MY BELOVED GROUP! [1]
—Hello, kids —wrote Carlos—. Don't forget that tomorrow we meet at the viewpoint to climb the Cerro de la Cruz at 2 in the afternoon. Teacher, are you coming with us?
—Take off the question mark and put an exclamation mark on it —wrote Faustina—. María can come with her husband. [1]
—Art is a way of healing, because by means of a device we arrive at luminous and healing truths that reason would not see without the wings given to it by imagination in the kingdom where everything is possible —commented Eugenio. [1]
And María wrote:
—Yes, Pepe is coming! And since we are free to do this and change our timeline with imagination and concentration, which is the number one technique of holistic therapists to heal patients, why not do it collectively and imagine a world without World War I and World War II and heal those psychological wounds of humanity?
—And without pandemics —wrote Faustina.
—And without the bloody conquest of America —commented Hugo. [1]
—And without the Titanic, nor zeppelin, nor Challenger —wrote Laura. [1]
—And without Gates, Soros, nor Schwab —wrote Mauro. [1]
—And can we write one where Jesus didn't die? —asked Christian. [1]
—In fact, he didn't die —commented Laura—, it was a three-day illusion. [1]
—I have an idea, teacher, why don't we make it like a therapeutic workshop —wrote Eugenio—, since art heals. Why not write stories where our sins, errors, accidents, traumas didn't happen or happened differently? In that way we change our timeline mentally and free ourselves from those pains by disconnecting from that line. [1]
—Eugenio, once again honoring your beautiful name —commented María—. Repenting is already changing your timeline because it means "to see again"; the word Jesus used was metanoia, which also means to go beyond what is known. That fits very close to what today is called "changing timelines," it is the same thing. [1]
Eugenio wrote:
—All of this gives a deeper dimension and towards an unexpected side to the great phrase of Jesus "know the truth and it shall set you free." Because now it sets us free from the past... because the multiverse is infinite for the future and for the past. We can change timelines. And we always did it when repentance was sincere. [1]
—But it would be great if those stories are both individual and collective with all those changes we just mentioned —wrote María. [1]
—And since we are going to be in spiritual and physical heights close to God, why not write them on the top of the hill and read them over the city as a blessing? —wrote Christian. [1]
The enthusiasm for this proposal was reflected on the screen with the terms: "Perfect", "great", "awesome", "cool", with their respective emoticon :). Or emojis: [1]
Laura and Faustina wrote consecutively and literally the same thing: "I'm having a deja vu." [1]
—This isn't catharsis, it's bridging, it's superior! Christian wrote. [1]
—But isn't El Niño forecasted for that day? —commented Hugo. [1]
—And if we are with José and María, surely El Niño will pass with all certainty —commented Mauro—, but we are ready!. [1]
—Let's toughen up against it —Christian commented— and we'll see if it passes soft or hard.
Everyone, except one, wrote: "I'm going, count on me", Leandro did not appear.
—If we go with faith, let's toughen up against adversity, that's what everything is about. Having faith, which makes everything real exactly like these stories —wrote José. [1]
"If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31 [1]
End
This time they did remember to record, and here we see the images. All readers are invited to write those stories, since reality is a convention, let our part be the most luminous with these individual and collective therapeutic stories. "That life depends on insignificant things but it is very important to do them" and "our daily acts echo in eternity" and "your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly" Matthew 6:4. GOD BLESS YOU.
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