Ah, so my memory has been corrupted and nothing I encountered is as I remember it because I was conned by a very clever system but no one know exactly how it works and my memory has played tricks on me. So my wife was not pregnant when I was not told that she was. So Diana didn't die seven days almost to the minute after the prediction was made to me. So the medium, or the spiritual entity, didn't know what I had been thinking a couple of days before... Geeeeez...
I am off to the dentist. Knock it for six, but it might provide you all with some entertainment.
From chapter 8 of my story:
The episode with Luiz Felipe left me pondering for quite some time, and inevitably remained in my mind until this day. Still for a while after the encounter with him, I kept wondering about all that had happened and all that I had read and experienced, particularly as to why Luiz Felipe had spelled out the “Stewart” surname with a different spelling to my own “Stuart”, and whether all that I had read and experienced could be true.
About a year and a half after the night with Luiz Felipe, my step-father was transferred by his company to England, so my mother, my sisters and I were forced to move with him. I lived in England for the next two years, but, like my mother in Scotland, I did not adapt well, so as soon as I was eighteen I returned to Brazil alone and began working as an English teacher to make a living. Two years later I met a young and beautiful Brazilian girl in Búzios - a resort peninsula on the north coast of Rio – whom I married when I was just twenty-one years old. My first son was born the following year, in February 1982.
The almost inevitable divorce, for a couple that had married so young, came in 1987. My ex-wife and I made an agreement that our son would spend a year with me in England, where I had decided to go for a while, after which term I would then return him to her in Brazil. When I did, in 1988, I also followed him back to Rio.
Saddened as I was for being without both my wife and my child, I began running the bars and the nightlife of Rio with my friends, in a phase of many affairs and one-night-stands that came and went. Some even had a certain degree of passion to them, but for the most part it was just a lonely and saddened period of my life.
On one particular night, I had been out drinking with some friends when they decided to go to a snack-bar for a sandwich and a soft drink. The excess of beer took its toll while we were driving there, so when we arrived at the snack-bar I quickly rushed to the toilet. After having been quite sick, I finally managed to get up, wash my face and take some long, deep breaths, then went outside the snack-bar and leaned against a car to catch some air.
I saw the man approaching me from the corner of my eye - a thin, short man, neither dark nor fair of skin, with short, curly, black hair and wearing simple clothes. At first, I thought he was also drunk, and remember thinking: “Oh no, a drunkard coming to bother another drunkard.” But this man was not drunk.
"Forgive me for coming up to speak to you like this,” he began saying as he approached me, “but I have seen all that you have been going through here in the region above your eyes. This has never happened to me so clearly. Forgive my asking, but why are you drinking like this? Is it because of that woman who left you? You must not do this. You must be stronger. You must think of your son...”
It would be extremely difficult for me, in fact practically impossible simply by describing these events such as they happened, to share them with the same impact and effect that they had upon me when they did - the awe, the confusion between belief and disbelief, the total incapacity and inability to comprehend, the shock and the impact of each word and circumstance. All I can do is narrate them as they occurred, and hope and pray that those who might read this story will at least believe me when I say that such events did indeed happen to me.
As soon as this unknown man began to speak to me, my stomach cramped again, and I bent over to be sick yet one more time.
“I can help you...” he continued, “I am a “Pai-de-Santo” (upon literal translation, a “Saint’s Father”). I will give you my phone number. I have a spiritual centre which is not too far from here. We can help you there...”
All I could think of was to get away from there and from that man. “For the love of God, please just leave me alone...” I begged him.
I saw a taxi coming and signalled to the driver. He stopped and I quickly jumped into the back seat, leaving the man behind and not even remembering to say anything to my friends.
The next morning, when I awoke under the unpleasant effects of a massive hangover, I remembered the episode in awe. How could that be? How could a man I had never seen, and who had certainly never known me, come up to me like that and spill out my life as if he knew me intimately? Could it really have been because he had seen such things, as he had said, in the “region above my eyes”? What was it all? A hoax? A trick? But how?
Naturally, in those days, I had never heard, read or even imagined the possibility of the existence of occurrences such as consciousness projection, subtle energies, holographic projections of thought forms or the existence of energy centres upon our bodies known as chakras. Science has taken giant leaps in the studies of the subtle forms of energies, ever since the surfacing of the mysteries of quantum physics, but it is still very distant from understanding what the mystics have been saying for so long.
We now know as a fact that the human consciousness, or our intent in observing the reality around us, collapses quantum waves into particles and effectively plays a significant role in the elaboration and creation of our “realities”. If the mind is capable of collapsing quantum waves into particles, how does this interaction take place? Could “Consciousness” be the ultimate abstraction of the quantum field, the foundation upon which all things are created? Certain processes, however, either by ignorance, pride, or fear of ridicule, are still disregarded or treated as within the realms of the absurd and the fantastic. The vast majority of people simply consider them as “not possible”. But we can take many examples of mistaken “unshakable” beliefs that mankind has held along the centuries as “undeniable truths”: that the world was flat (of course, otherwise we would fall off its edge); that God made the first woman from one of Adam's ribs; that the sun, the moon and the stars rotate around our small planet, which for being the home of man certainly had to be the centre of the universe; that “time” was a constant; that the atom, with its nucleus of protons and neutrons, around which rotates the electron, was the “smallest fundamental particle that formed the universe...” The examples could go on forever. Our knowledge of the universe around us and of its nature, despite the new discoveries that in particular within the last century have come to us in leaps and bounds, still seem to only scrape the surface of all that there is to know, leaving us without answers to our most profound questions. What is, indeed, the nature of our reality? Why are we here? Who or what are we? Where do we come from and where are we going? Are we immortal souls, or merely physical beings with a limited lifespan and, consequently, existence? Are our consciousness, our thoughts, our notion of self, merely the results of electro-chemical discharges of our brains, or does our brain work as an instrument by which the Soul-Consciousness can manifest in the physical realm? Oh, and the ultimate question, is there a God?
At the age of twenty-eight, I had already discarded such beliefs. Despite my experience with Luiz Felipe, my own understanding of the universe was that, just as when we squash an ant that is the end of its insignificant existence, why should we be any different? When it is over, it is over, right? “C’est la vie…” But life took care to it that I should start to believe otherwise...
During a class I was giving in the afternoon after the night of my encounter with that unknown man, I commented on what had happened to one of my students. She listened to my narrative with great curiosity, but did not seem to be very much surprised.
“Charles, I can imagine how taken back you must be, but I assure you that such things are a reality. I myself frequent a spiritual centre, and have experienced many things which one could say are well beyond what most people consider as “normal”. Would you like me to set up an appointment at my centre for a consultation? The medium who runs the centre gives the Búzios consultations incorporated by a spiritual entity known as Aunt Rita.
Out of sheer curiosity, I said: “Sure, why not?”
To be continued...
