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Part XII — Final (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Part I- Home
Tragedy
It was once a simple middle-class family residing in the rural area of the municipality of Arcoverde-Brazil with surname Andrade Correia. The family was made up of five people: Philliphe Andrews, the father, Angelica, the mother, Samantha, Constantine and Bartholomew, their children. For a long time, they lived in peace.
Philliphe was the kind of distant father, very attached to work, who usually only paid more attention to his wife and children on weekends. It was little, but no one complained, for it was a necessary evil.
Everything was going on within normalcy until the fatal day. It was at the end of the school year, when the whole family gathered, packed their bags, got into the car, and set off for the weekend to get away from the monotony of everyday life.
Initially, nothing unusual happened. They were crossing the barriers of the busy BR 232 Highway and arriving near Caruaru, at the end of a curve, they were surprised by another car coming towards them. Result: Front collision, with cars coming off the main lane.
The rescue came fast, all were sent to the hospital in the capital of the harsh with the help of firefighters being treated in a state of emergency when they get there. Initial efforts were made to restore their health and some had to be referred to the ICU.
Within the hospital, two days passed and unfortunately the accident had resulted in fatalities: Four from the Correia Family and another from the Gouveia Family, occupants of the other vehicle. Of the first, the only one left was Philliphe. He still did not know, therefore, his state of health required care.
A little while later, the wounds were healing, and when the doctors realized he was well he was told the bad news that he had lost his entire family in the tragic accident. The reaction swung from the initial shock to revolt. And now? What would he do?
The first thing he did was collaborate in every way for a faster recovery. The goal was to get away from the sad, macabre place of the hospital.
With a week of effort, he was finally released and the first thing he did was to call a cab. He waited another fifteen minutes for the driver to arrive, a blue canopy, and on boarding the same he greeted the driver and indicated his destination: The bus station. At his signal, the car immediately left and faced a heavy traffic arrived in fifteen minutes to the desired location. Philliphe paid for the ticket, said good-bye, and went downstairs. He drove to the booth where he was informed that the next bus to Arcoverde would arrive in an hour. In order to pass the time, he crossed the avenue, took juice with cheese bread in the cafeteria and still had time to spend in a small bookstore where he bought his favorite magazines. After, he crossed the avenue in the opposite direction and returned to the bus station. He bought the ticket and waited some more.
Arriving the bus bound for his beloved Arcoverde, he did not waste time, entering immediately choosing one of the front seats. He waited a little longer and then finally they're off.
This was the beginning of the journey back. During the long journey, he had time to reflect on the present state, he took conversation with the neighbor of armchair and took the opportunity to read the magazines he had bought. When he felt tired, he took a nap.
Three hours later, he woke up with the bumps of the car and realized that he was near his land, the beloved Arcoverde of so many stories. Moments later, he holds the suitcase, knocks on the driver's cabin and asks to stop. The driver obeys the bus stops and finally he descends, towards its place (fifteen meters), near the town of Caribbean. Holding what was left of the suitcases, it takes another fifteen minutes to reach his house, and when he arrives, he falls exhausted on the bed. He would try to sleep to relieve his troubled mind and would only get up the other day to give a fate to his poor life.
The dense night in Philliphe's life
Dawns. Philliphe wakes up, bathes, changes clothe, prepares and eats breakfast (bread with eggs), he brushes his teeth and leaves for the city where he was to perform his public function. His position was fiscal auditor of the state farm, of high hierarchy and remuneration, fruit of his concurrence efforts.
In twenty minutes' drive, using his own car, he arrives at his place of work, the state farmhouse pole in Arcoverde, a large, two-story building. After passing the entrance gate, he passes through a corridor and another door and then he has access to the main hall where the work groups are located. He gently greets his colleagues and is comforted by the fact of the tragedy. He thanks and starts toil. He spent about eight hours on site and outside work with companions and in this turn no abnormality occurred. When he completes his assignments, he says goodbye, does the same course in feeling the opposite, he goes beyond the entrance-exit gate, and goes to the car that is parked in the neighboring street. When he arrived, he would settle into his seat, he turns on the ignition, and then proceed to solve some pending trade and then he leaves. He takes the main avenue of downtown, goes to the good neighborhood and a few moments later he has access to the highway BR 232.
With moderate speed, it takes only fifteen minutes to get home. He keeps the car in the garage, approaches the door, uses the key to open it and inside the house goes to the kitchen and arriving at the place takes the lunch ready. Heat the food in the stove and feed in a hurry so much his hunger. At the end of lunch, he will take care of domestic and site activities for the rest of the day. Early on, he decides to sleep.
On the other following days, the routine is repeated. Despite being completely normal, his life had changed from head to toe after the tragedy. He lived only from work to home, away from friends, from religiosity and from himself. Anyway, he did not believe in anything anymore.
Psychologically, Philliphe was devastated, sunk in an endless desert. At every moment he wondered: What sin had he committed to fall into such misfortune? Why had not God spared his family? What would he do with his life now that he was alone? Were there any possibilities for recovery?
No matter how much time passed, he could find no solution to his problems and the loneliness that beat in his chest ever stronger. He was living in a very dense night where there was only despair.
Forward, warrior, do not give up!
The book
Time advances a little more and Philliphe's mental state is the same: He could not cope with the drastic changes in his life. Even aware that nothing could change, his unconscious was uncontrollable and spoke louder. It was part of his personality and was intrinsically linked to the influences of his Maktub.
It was there that something interesting and unusual occurred: On the date that he had completed six months of the tragedy, searching the internet after dinner he found a website of a publisher and a book that really caught his attention because it specifically dealt with a theme that was a bit the desert life of feelings and hopes that lived in the present moment. The title was "The dark night of the soul" and the author was called Aldivan Teixeira Tôrres. Instigated, he decided to buy the book, making the registration on the website and after all procedures he printed the ticket because it would be a good opportunity to learn and travel a little enriching his knowledge and who knows how to help him wake up a little. That was the bet.
He continued to surf the internet a bit, including social networks, news sites, soccer, chat in chat rooms, listening to music and researching a little to help in his daily life in his profession. However, even when the browsing session was over, the question of the book did not leave his head.
Tired from the day he'd actually been run, he headed for the bedroom to sleep. He approached the bed and before going to bed, he remembered the ticket he had printed. He kept it in his purse so he would not forget to pay it the other day. After the act, he finally relaxed.
The night followed, the dawn arrived, and around six o'clock in the morning, Philliphe finally woke up. As usual, he got up quickly, stretched himself, went to the bathroom, showered, went back to his room, he changed into clean clothes and a brown suede shoe he had bought, he went to the kitchen and got there, made eggs with bacon, stuffed the bread adding curd. Then he ate some fruit and was satisfied.
He brushed his teeth, washed his face, went to the bathroom to defecate, and at the end of the act, he approached the kitchen sink and washed his hands. As he was vain, went to the bedroom and next to the mirror of his wardrobe huge clothes, took care of the last details, which included the treatment of the face with creams, use of fine perfume with fragrance of roses, and finally comb the hair that was a little hissing.
Ready! Now he could go to the garage, pick up his big car, and go to work on his beloved Arcoverde. And that's what he does. Despite his discontent with life, he had always been responsible with his commitments and work was not a choice, but a matter of necessity.
Facing the normal traffic on the BR 232 lane and in the urban area of the city, he finally reaches work after fifteen minutes of effort. With great education, he enters the institution and wish a good day to all his work colleagues. Not all are reciprocal, but it does not matter. He had already done his part.
He starts with his bureaucratic work and when asked, leaves with the team. With great professionalism and competence, stands out in the crowd. He was to be congratulated for its integrity and honor always tested.
At the end of eight o'clock, he hit the point and walk away. As usual he will deal with other personal issues in banks, financial institutions, lottery houses, shops, etc. He pays the ticket for the book and then finally goes home.
This time, he finds a congested traffic, but nevertheless he arrives in time at home to take care of the domestic and site pending. Now he was alone and absolutely everything was on his back.
At night, he still has time to access the internet and check the payment confirmation of the book on the website. Now all that remained was to wait and find out what Aldivan Teixeira Tôrres, the seer, wanted to go through with it.
While dreaming of the arrival of the book, he went to sleep at about 11:00 p.m. One more day fulfilled in a solitude and deep incomprehension.
Twenty days later
A little time is spent within normalcy in Philliphe's solitary life between work, social activities, home life, weekends, and leisure. Completing exactly six months and twenty days after the tragedy, coming from work, he is notified by neighbors that there is something for him waiting to be picked up at the couriers of the Caribbean Village.
Immediately, he will see what it's like walking out of his place. On the short route, it crosses the highway, and climbs on the 1.5 km (one kilometer and a half full of curves) path that separates it from the aforementioned urban agglomeration.
Along the way, in addition to finding several acquaintances and greeting them, he has the opportunity to reflect, analyze and ponder the possibilities. What was waiting for him at the post office? Was it a letter from distant relatives from the South who had not heard for some time? A charge? Or even an unexpected declaration of love? These and other hypotheses filled his mind at that moment.
Enough! Says Philliphe inwardly. Gathering a force never before seen, he recovers the lost tranquility and cleanses his disturbed mind. He decides to hurry up, crosses the last bend, and approaches the first houses. His anxiety was about to end.
With a further three hundred meters, he enters the main street, turns right and over five houses, arrives at the building where the post office worked. Full of education, he excused himself as he entered the room and contacted the official in charge, his Xavier, an old man of about 60 years, white, unshaven, broad-bellied, broad back, black hair drained, wrinkled cheeks, thick and firm arms, green eyes, upright posture, wearing yellow cotton shirt, dark sunglasses, cap, watch bound, jeans, leather belt, black social shoe and brown underwear that showed a little, being very well known in the region. The dialogue is then initiated:
— Good afternoon, Xavier, do you have any correspondence for me?
—Good afternoon, Philliphe. You have an order from São Paulo sent by a publisher. It's a book?
—Oh, I know. It's a book. Let's see.
Philliphe walks closer, signs a two-way form, picks up the package and begins to unwrap it. Despite his poor ability, he loses little time in the operation. Having removed all the paper that involves the merchandise, he does a quick analysis of the product and presents it to the interested party.
—This title book "The Dark Night of the Soul" interested me a lot. Therefore, the synopsis presents a little of the period in which we turn off from God, living in sin and teaches the forms of recovery. I want to learn from him and who knows overcome my bad moment. (Philliphe)
— I understand. Very interesting. Who is the author?
— Aldivan Teixeira Torres, common seer or son of God.
—Can I take a look?
—You can. Make yourself comfortable.
Philliphe handed the book over to Xavier, who examined it quickly. At the end he returned and commented:
—Very good choice. I also want to buy. How can I get it?
—In the internet, on the website of the publisher you saw. A register is made and a ticket is printed. It's worth it!
— Got it. Thank you.
—You're welcome. Now I have to go.
— See you.
— Up until.
Quietly, Philliphe left the post office and returned the same way. Facing a little sun and dust, he overcame the same obstacles as before. With thirty minutes of effort, he completes the total journey, he enters the house, he passes through the room and corridor and he arrives at the room.
He sits on a chair by a small table and patiently begins to leaf through the book, which has more than three hundred pages long. For two hours, he has the opportunity to travel a little and get out of the hard routine and loneliness that life imposed on you. He likes very much and at the end the guard and promises to resume the reading the other day at about the same time.
Afterwards, he prepares his dinner, feeds himself, goes to watch TV, listens to music, surfs a little on the internet and when he gets tired, he finally goes to sleep. The next few days promised.
The Philliphe Experience
Another week passes with Philliphe fulfilling all his obligations involving work in the public sector, on the site, household chores, professional and personal relationships, and leisure activities. His life had been agitated and lonely since losing loved ones in the tragedy.
With the arrival of the weekend, he had more time to complete the pending work and complete the reading of the book that increasingly instigated him. On Sunday he came to an end and concluded that it was very worthwhile to buy it. With it he had learned a little of the light-Dark duality, the deadly sins of the dense part of the dark night, struggles, failures, and conquests of the main characters, the value of forgiveness and the possibility of recovery, and especially was astonished by the sensitivity of the author. How he wanted to meet him and learn from him!
He handles the book with more care and in one of the notes acquires the contact of Renato, companion of adventures of the author of the book. Without thinking much, he decides inwardly to look for him because it was not so far, the Serra do Ororubá in Mimoso-Brazil. The objective was to ask him for help, to know the seer and who knows to get rid of the weights he had always carried and which were aggravated by the tragedy that had occurred.
He was decided! He calls his boss, tells him that he is traveling, and do not know when he'll be back. In response, he has all his understanding and he is released for 15 days. Afterwards, he immediately begins to pack his trousers, shorts, briefs, sandals, shoes, shirts, socks, caps, sunglasses, watches, toiletries and his inseparable photo album. At the end, he takes care of the other details, warns the neighbors that he will leave and asks them to look a little at his place in his absence, he closes the house and the garage and he goes to the edge of the highway Br 232 to get the first stocking course to Pesqueira.
As he lived nearby, he quickly reached the point, he waited about forty minutes, and finally managed to drive. From there it's only eight minutes and the driver kindly leaves him in the center, near the town square. He comes down, pays for the ticket, thanks the driver and says goodbye. He begins to walk.
When he approaches the first person, he asks for guidance on how to get to the Ororubá mountain, specifically in Renato's house. Cordially, the young man who approaches Bernardo gives all the necessary information for the first and even offers to accompany him. Not wanting to abuse his goodwill, Philliphe dismisses it, he shakes hands, and thanks effusively. He preferred to go alone.
Following his directions, he goes ahead a few meters, turns right, crosses the bridge of the canal, walks a little more, entering a particular terrain. He can already see the famous mountain range that many considered sacred. Now it was only to move on to the foot and up its steep paths.
In fifteen minutes, he gets to the bottom and as he was not used, he makes a stop. At the time, the expectation, anxiety and restlessness took gigantic proportions with him distracted all the time shrouded in questions. Some of them were: What awaited him? What would Renato be like? And the guardian? Does he really existed? These and other issues would only be healed with time and it was no use getting hurt.
He decides to resume the walk. He begins to climb the dangerous slopes and at every step he feels more determined and prepared for everything. Towards the future! He thinks. Although his chances of finding them were small, it would be interesting to have an experience with Renato and the author of the book "The Dark Night of the Soul."
A little further on, he completes one third of the ascent, then he stops for five minutes, returning soon to walk with more vigor. At this moment, everything began to weigh a little more, including the suitcase which required a greater effort. Keep going always! He repeats it mentally in order to cheer himself up. The strategy works because at least he feels psychologically calmer. He moves forward more.
Exactly ten minutes later, he completes halfway. Despite the tiredness that was reflected in the sweat poured by his body he does not discourage, maintaining an acceptable pace. He keeps walking, overcoming stones, dust, thorns, facing the scorching sun, disbelief, and running against time. And how he ran!
Ten steps forward he feels the mighty force of the mountain, its voices, acting against itself. Inspired by the experience of the seer, he takes this step, celebrates his victory and continues on the path. At a given moment, he turns back, and sees the urban agglomeration of Mimoso at the bottom of the valley. How beautiful the landscape! It was explained the force, the patriotism and the passion of the pair of the series "The seer" the most interesting that had known in Literature and that still promised a lot.
Philliphe continues walking, a few minutes later enters the dangerous curve despite the nervousness common to those who walk there, he surpasses it. Ready! Now there were only a hundred yards to reach the marvelous top of the Ororubá Mountains. Fate was about to unfold.
The remaining route ends in just five minutes and before taking the last step, the traveler forces one last stop. He was feeling like a football player about to take a penalty or a woman about to go into labor after nine months of waiting. I explain: His life had been a great Ferris wheel, he had been the son of a mason and a maid, and with much effort had completed elementary school. He had been in business for about ten hours a day without being discouraged. Five months later, he had met Angelica, fell in love, and in two years they had been engaged and married. With her wealthy help, he had quit the trade, attended a college, had been involved in contests, and how competent he had been in several, current auditor of the state farm. With the consolidation in the job, he bought a place in the rural area of the city and moved with his wife there because what he liked was pure air and tranquility. From the fruits of the marriage appeared three children. Everything seemed fine until the day of the tragedy. He had fallen from heaven to hell, he had completely lost his faith, revolted, and was now without destiny.
Now he was there, after discovering the wonderful world of a being named Aldivan Teixeira Torres, author of the series the seer, who promised recovery to the most difficult cases. It was this that had motivated him to overcome his limits and believed that Renato, his partner, could help him in his trajectory at least as an arrow. Well, it was at least what I expected.
The expectation increases. Philliphe finally makes a move and when he sets his foot on the mountain, the earth shakes, the weather gets cloudy, he feels shivers, and a cloud of smoke covers the whole top. From within the cloud, a mysterious old woman approaches. With each step of it, the nervousness increases. Who would it be and what did he want?
He was about to find out. Getting close, the stranger tries to introduce himself and start the dialogue:
—Good morning, Philliphe, I am the spirit of the land that inhabits this sacred mountain. You can call me a guardian. How can I help you?
Philliphe became static. Does it mean that he stood before the wise Abigail of the mountain, the first mentor of the seer? He could not believe it was true. Gathering a force never seen before, he can communicate.
—Guardian? Do you really exist? How do you know me?
— Calm. I understand your astonishment. I am myself. I have lived in this place for centuries and have many mysteries. What do you want?
— I want to talk to Renato, your adopted son. Maybe he can help me in solving some problems.
—Of course, anything is possible. Follow me and feel comfortable.
Philliphe obeys the guardian and both begin to walk on the mysterious top of the mountain towards the residence of the last. What did destiny prepare for that brave traveler? Let's keep following.
After twenty minutes at a brisk pace, overtaking the natural obstacles of the woods and turning from side to side, they finally reach the humble, straw-covered hut. As a good hostess, the guardian invites him in, he accepts, and together they enter the little house. Within the single span, they find Renato sitting in the center next to a small table and the strange lady makes her introductions.
— Renato, this is Mr. Philliphe, a traveler who wants to talk to you.
Renato gets up, gets closer and greets the traveler.
—Pleasure, Renato. What specifically do you want?
—I am a reader of the series the seer who at the moment faces serious problems. Would you help me?
— Maybe. What afflicts you?
— Thank you. I'll briefly tell a little of my story. My name is Philliphe Andrews, someone searching for the essence and the truth. From my birth, because of my humble origin, I face prejudices and many professional difficulties. However, I always thought it was possible to win and for this I persisted fighting for my dreams. In this arduous way, I worked in commerce, I found love, I got out of poverty, I got engaged, I married, I had children, I went to college and today I am a high-ranking official. However, a tragedy haunts me and since then I have no peace.
—What a tragedy?
—The loss of my whole family in an accident.
Tears trickle down his Philliphe's already wrinkled face. There was an example of constant suffering and struggle. Renato is moved and hesitant to consult his mother at heart.
—What do you think, Mother?
— His case is very complicated. His heart is still full of bitterness and revulsion for not conforming to his own Maktub. He feels wronged by God and destiny. (Guardian)
