The illusions of a spirit attached to riches

Paulo Degering R Jr
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Extracted from the work “Psychophonic Instructions”, by Chico Xavier.


"Brother “F” by which we will designate the companion, whose message we are going to transcribe, was a great banker on Earth. He was certainly not a criminal, in the common sense of the term, but, from the spiritual content of his manifestations, he seems to have been one of those “neither cold nor hot” men of the evangelical symbol, who, bringing his mind warm to the idea of gold, during his existence in the flesh, he was dominated by it in his early days, beyond death."

“[…] Troubled and distressed, I felt the need for confession. After all, I was a Catholic who had relaxed his faith. Without anyone listening to my appeals, I asked for the presence of a priest. I advanced towards the confessional and got down on my knees, but in a few moments the confessional became for me a bench window. Startled, I raised my eyes to the altar. The altar, however, had become a safe. I tried to console myself with the sight of the missal, but the cult book suddenly appeared metamorphosed into an old book of my own, in which I secretly released my real income notes. I tried to isolate myself. I feared complete madness. Still, I lifted my gaze to the image of the Virgin Mary. Naturally, she would feel sorry for me, however, before my attention, the image was reduced to a high-priced jewel… It was made entirely of gold, of pure gold…

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I asked for a water tank that was familiar to me at the top of the Santo Antônio neighborhood. The water there was running in spurts. I could bend over... I could drink as if I were an animal and, prostrate, no longer on my knees, but on my feet, I would implore God's grace. I found the running water, the clear water visited by the sunlight and I stretched out on the ground... But, at the precise moment when my thirsty lips touched the pure liquid, only gold, gold appeared... I recognized that I had descended to the condition of a mentally alienated person. . I remembered, then, an old friend… Cícero Pereira… Cícero was a spiritist and, for that reason, he became for me someone that I supposed, in my sad blindness, to have left in the rear of madness. The memory was enough for his voice to make itself heard. He responded to the call. He supported me. Talked to me […]

A great example that one cannot blindly take the communications of a Spirit as if they were the expression of the truth. Imagine if this Spirit, being taken to a spiritual help meeting, told only the part of the illusion in question and unsuspecting people left saying that, in the world of Spirits, there is gold...

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