God’s Code. Aldivan Teixeira Torres

God, of his lines written at any moment that influenced the two types of destiny? Or maybe just self-knowledge that would heal the wounds of life? Or even the sacred God’s code, something never before revealed in the history of mankind? Or even a junction of the three? What was known at the time was that Philliphe's grief was too great and deserved a joint reflection and a subsequent direction. A new life, so to speak, he sought and deserved after so many particular tragedies.

      Ending the hug, they finish the drink, they call the waiter, he brings the bill, they get up, they go to the cashier and they pay. After, with long strides, they leave the restaurant and come back the same way towards the bus station. In ten minutes, they are there, they go to the counter, buy the tickets to Cabrobó and sit in the cement armchairs waiting. It would be more than thirty minutes of anguish until the arrival of the driving.

      In this interval, they talk a little more with each other and with other people, they listen to music, buy popcorn and admire the traffic that at the moment is very busy. They take turns in these activities until the arrival of the bus that appears in the expected time. They rise from the cement armchairs, and with steady, wide strides, they approach the drive in the scorching sun, which causes shivers and sweats.

      With a few more steps, they get into the car and as usual, they pick up the front seats. They relax, talk to each other and moments later with everyone inside is finally given the start. Toward the fate of the three, in yet another complicated and challenging episode.

      It began a long monotonous journey, tiresome and distressing, but inspiring for all. On their part, they were willing to make every effort to achieve success, solve their personal problems, learn a little more. But that alone was not enough to succeed. Unknown forces were still involved in the adventure, the light-dark confrontation was very present, the Maktub hid more and more and involved both types of destiny. It was all a matter of time and they would have to wait. From Arcoverde to Cabrobó it would be approximately 250 km (200 km) that could be covered counting the stops in approximately four to five hours.

      The great crossing begins...the three strive to spend time in the most comfortable way possible. While the seer takes advantage to read a good book, Philliphe sleeps next and Renato talks animatedly with a girl on the other bench. Her name is Michelle Lopes. Let's see how our august character comes out in dialogue.

      — Hi, my name is Renato and yours?

      — Michelle Lopes. From where you?

      —I live in the Serra of Ororubá, near the district of Mimoso-Pesqueira-Brazil and you?

      —In Arcoverde anyway. How old are you?

      —Fifteen and you?

      —Eighteen. Beginning the Faculty of Pedagogy. And you? Do you study too?

      —Yes. I'm in the first year of high school. Study in the city of Pesqueira in the college Christ King.

      — Ah, that's good. Very well! I see it's a good college.

      —It is true. But it is as the saying goes, who makes the college is the student.

      —I agree. And besides studying, what do you do?

      —I support my mother at home, and professionally I am a writer's assistant. I am an adventurer of the celebrated seer.

      —Oh! Cool. Congratulations! How is it?

      —It's like that. Opportunities, adventures arise and we engage in problem solving. We're already in episode four.

      — Wonderful! I was curious. Could you tell me a little about this experience?

      — Yes of course. In the first episode, the goal was to reunite the "opposing forces". Me and my colleague the seer, using our art made a trip in time and fell in the early twentieth century, a Mimoso dominated by colonels and a bad witch. For thirty days, we had the opportunity to investigate the injustices, and by gathering the facts we realized the total imbalance of the opposing forces and the suffering of a young girl named Christine, dominated by a perverse and bloodthirsty father. After many attempts, we reached an agreement with the darkness, a battle that would decide the destiny of all. And so, it was done. In a great war under the control of the seer and the celestial force, we were able to finally defeat the force of darkness and restore peace. Everything has improved, so we can help Christine be truly happy. Having completed this work, we made the journey back to our time and was written the first title of the series with suggestive name: Opposing forces. The mystery of the cave. A time later, the seer came to us on the mountain full of inquiries about his dark night of the soul, when he turned away from God, he sank into sin, being totally dominated by his messenger and the respective power of darkness. my mother and the Hindu prepared him for the capital sins. However, not all efforts were able to soothe him. It was then suggested that we take a trip to an island where the kingdom of angels was located where we might heal our troubles and find the revelation that was needed. On the way, we boarded a pirate ship, we had incredible adventures with stigmatized people and we still had the opportunity to learn more about the dark night. With luck, after many breakdowns, we managed to reach the promised island. We live other experiences until we get the promised revelation. The book's quest is: Could it be that a criminal recovers the moment he is sunk in the dark night? Or is the likely recovery just a palliative for an even darker night? After the revelations, we completed our work and returned to our home with another mission accomplished. The result was the second book in the series entitled "The Dark Night of the Soul". Already in the third book, I helped the seer rebuild his own history and the development of his gifts. On the way, we find an incredible light master named Angel who directed us to another vision. What she revealed was a northeastern contrast in the early twentieth century, focused on a group's battle for justice, equality and freedom of expression. Inspired by this story, we were finally able to make the link between the world of that time and the present, with its differences and similarities, achieving the miracle of the "Meeting between the two worlds", title of history. And this is it. Now we are going to meet again with inexplicable fate.

      — How interesting. Congratulations to both of you. Success will surely come.

      —Thank you. What brings you on this trip?

      — I have relatives in Cabrobó and I intend to visit them. I do this at least once a year.

      — Who do you live with?

      — I live with my parents and another brother. And you?

      —With my foster mother. My biological mother died and my father lost my guard because he beat me a lot.

      —I'm sorry. I wonder how hard your childhood must have been.

      —Very complicated indeed. But I survived. I thank my mother and the seer for having supported me so much and believed in me.

      — By the way, is he here?

      — Yes. Is the one in front with armchair.

      —Thank you. Excuse me.

      Michelle Lopes got up, took two steps forward, and gently clapped her hands in front of the concentrated seer engaged in the reading of an interesting book. Reluctantly, he turned his attention away and focused it on Michelle's striking face and silhouette in jeans, a pink cotton blouse and sandals. He smiled and gently communicated.

      —Yes. What do you want, lass?

      —My name is Michelle Lopes, and by talking to one of your colleagues, I've heard your story. Could you give me a hug?

      — Of course. My name is Aldivan Teixeira Torres. But I am also known as a seer or son of God. Feel free.

      —Thanks.

      The seer got up, Michele leaned closer, and with a step forward the embrace finally came. Aldivan was moved with such kindness shown by a stranger. That is why he did not expect it, and with each passing moment, his dream of conquering the world became more palpable.

      When the embrace closed, the seer sat back and gently resumed the conversation.

      —Sit down here, Mrs. Michelle, let's talk