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2009

Spirit Messages to My Mother

Monserrate Rodríquez Díaz de Conesa

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SPIRIT MESSAGES To MY MOTHER

ILLUSTRATIONS BY MONSERRATE

COMPILATION AND PHOTOGRAPHS BY GILDA MIROS

MONSERRATE 1946 – CONESA

LOSSERES CORP. - 2010 Gilda Miros “Was without a doubt, outstanding in her field in the New York market,” according to H. M. Levin; radio veteran of Latino broadcasting in the U.S.A. "Her popularity; not a transitory phenomenon, has been solid for decades, and she maintains her singularity as a personality of radio.” Gilda Miros has starred in movies, theater and TV in Mexico, Puerto Rico and the USA. She transmitted live radio from Latin America; plus produced, directed and narrated various documentaries; including one in Vietnam. Gilda was the first Latina to host a daily four hour live national radio show; Miami, Los Angeles and NY; also producing her show "Amorosamente" in Spain. Mirós established an inimitable audience and prestige due to her knowledge of Latino cultures. Gilda narrated “The Puerto Rican Day Parade" for English/Spanish; TV. Columnist; “Imagen Magazine” N.Y. “Selecta Magazine” Miami. She produced the 65th Anniversary of the Sonora Matancera in Carnegie Hall and Central Park, NYC. Miros was granted The Medal of the Virgin of the Providence by the Archdiocese of New York City and multiple awards from LatinACE, NY. In Puerto Rico; “Paoli and “Agueybaná Awards,” plus other international awards. Mirós was Latino spokesperson for the March of Dimes; the Eye Bank of NYC, and dubbed Spanish to “Mother Angelic Live” Radio/TV. Narrated audio guides for the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC. Her first book: “Celia Cruz; Sonora Matancera” 2003. “Portrait of Puerto Rico” 2005. "Hortense and her Happy Duckling” 2006. In 2008: “Memorias de los Espíritus y mi Madre.”

2 My mother Monserrate received messages from another dimension since childhood; but born to a strict religious family her wish to share the non - traditional spiritual messages was impossible. It was not until adulthood that she was able to reveal this marvelous gift from God. The meaningful and loving messages from progressed spirits continued until she crossed over at ninety years of age in 2006. In a mutual effort to improve our earthly world; now we can share the words of wisdom that enlightened entities transmitted in a spontaneous and simple language; uplifting our souls and hoping to bring love, joy, spiritual advancement, harmony and peace to all. These messages came from what is called the beyond; a spiritual realm. Consciousness is the only indisputable everlasting vehicle in the universe; and that consciousness survives the body at death. Monserrate now in the spirit world; which is the real world; says: “I know I was not worthy of His tender love; He gave me peace within my soul, and just one task to do; to share His love with you.” We hope to arouse your expansiveness of soul; pausing to be more sensitive; so perceptive that you can feel the petal of a rose falling on your cheek or the kiss of a snowflake. You can hear many beautiful things when you respect the silence of your own feelings. The spirits affirm that to change our world we must change our thoughts; however you must believe it. G.M.

3 My Blue Book 1963 Monserrate; Dear ones; this blue book, as I call it; is the fruit of an abundant crop from the garden of my life; of the visible and of the invisible worlds; a simple phrase that enfolds much. God was compassionate granting us the opportunity of finding each other again in this lifetime. Feeling distant from the earth, and in oneness with God; inspired by His Illimitable Love that is a divine beacon; l pray for support before beginning. Take me in your arms beloved Creator, protect me from negativity, fill me with spiritual vitality and humility, because l possess nothing; I know it well. Guide me; and we will begin at once in peace, with your divine grace, and your pure universal energy; bond of brotherhood, emblem of faith, love and charity. I invite my brothers/sisters, to drink this small glass of water in the form of a book; hoping that it will quench their spiritual thirst. Believers, non-believers, skeptics, lets all work together; expecting miraculous benevolent changes in our lives, if you have an inkling of faith; knowing that God, the Divine Consciousness, is felt in all creation, in all eternity. Beloved entities in the spiritual dimension; the genuine world of the living; I dedicate this book from my soul to you. You inspired, sustained, encouraged, and stimulated me to write these humble, definitely not eloquent lines; but with great love and devotion to God. His peace reigns within you, dear altruistic souls. His abundant tree of peace will give us all shade.

4 With infinite love, respect and gratitude to our beloved mother and Grandmother; Monserrate Rodríguez Diaz, 1915 – 2006, who understood, believed and was grateful for her gift and its responsibilities.

CONTENT 1. My blue book Page 4 2. Spirit messages Page 15 3. Short spirit stories Page 56 4. A love story! Page 120 5. Past lives Page 136 6. Appendix Page 427 We are indebted to God; to our guides, and to our vast spiritual family; especially Helena, Luz, Alberto, Yamara, Magdalena and Miroslava.

5 December 25, 1955.

Spirit of Yamara: (Monserrate’s guide/control.) Come dear one with me, come with me. You will be amazed at how quickly we will arrive; here time does not exist; therefore it does not limit us in any manner. Come, yes, without fear, where absolute security dominates; inviting to search for the truth. Accompany me with the certainty that you will not go astray, and I will carry you down the most extensive road that you have ever glimpsed, where happiness is not a fleeting fantasy. Here there is pure light that does not blind, and without being hot, it will enliven you in its totality. You will experience the most inexplicable happiness in your soul; you will see that in that light, without changing intensity, there is an infinitesimal of color tonalities that do not have an equal in the terrestrial atmosphere. Each color will bring you memories; an emotion and a balm that will make you realize that this is the peace that other conditions cannot offer or explain. The serenity that will invade your soul is the venerated amazement of the spirit before so much greatness. Perhaps you will not understand totally what you see or what you feel, but then that presentiment will take effect; and it will be easier for you to accept your condition. Thus you will be on another path; the serene road of the truth and love that leads to God. Come with me to learn what charity is and how to apply it. What love is and the reason that sentiment moves us. Today is Christmas, a day on earth as so many others, and an insignificant instant here in space.

6 Some incarnate souls are celebrating the Nativity of Jesus, and at that precise moment there seems to be more devotion on earth; therefore we the disincarnate souls, together with the humans, take advantage of that peace, to practice charity. The souls feel that great unique emotion, all God, called love. This brief union of thoughts of the souls in the universe facilitates the instruction for progress and the application of love and charity, as a base toward the truth, toward God. Come with me dear brother/sister, so we may pray; to pray is to labor; asking for all the blessings of the Omnipotent. Let us pray for the ones that are in conditions that need offerings, because of their pains and spiritual miseries. Not only the body suffers but also the soul feels the moral load of a negative action; therefore let us pray, and with praises to the Omnipotent let us ask for peace on earth, and for the rapid healing of the illnesses that destroy matter and depress souls. Let us pray for the unhappy ones that man’s law denies the sunlight. Let us pray for the many elderly that barely live in asylums that only offer corporeal shelter. Let us pray for the demented, that more than most need caregivers with knowledge and spirituality. We must not forget our prayers with much joy for the children, because Christmas is the kingdom of the children. Today, the many sick children as well as the healthy ones have been recipients of attentions in some form or another. Finally let us pray for our spiritual brothers/sisters that read this book today, and are also in need.

7 Those noble spiritual entities in turn, will bring a balm of happiness as an offering; contributing if only a droplet of aid in our constant struggle to make the world a happier place, and to live eternally in the love of God.

Monserrate: Today I want to toast to the eternal, to the incorporeal, to true love; to the love that comes from God, the love that is the same as God. I offer a toast to all my brothers and sisters, especially the ones beyond; now gathered in this spiritual feast; that have been motivation and inspiration for incarnates and discarnate; to the ones that still seek a point of support to establish their condition in the evolution that will carry them to the truth and to our Creator. My toast is spiritual, therefore it lacks terrestrial overtones. My glass is not made of crystal because an emotion, charity; sculptured it. It will never be empty because its content is full of faith, and that is everlasting. This too is for the soul that advances firmly and poised, and lives like that, while at the same time sharing with the needy. Let us all toast; yes, filled with love for the ones that still seek the light on earth and in space. Let’s toast for the ones that know that light, but that even now, cannot begin to explain the reason for their trials and tribulations.

8 Let us toast to the soul that molds his evolution in a prison, whether just or unjust the sentence. Let us toast to inspire the ones that suffer, not so much defeated by pains, but by oppression; product of the selfish ambition of man. Let us toast to the suffering that cleanses the soul from emotional impurities. A toast is not wasted for the souls that in different incarnations follow us; united by spheres of affinity and pure love. They are eternal proof of God‘s Omnipotent Illimitable Love. I’m imperfect and my journey is long due to my weaknesses; thus my trials and tribulations have been extended; teaching me tenaciously to educate my soul. Once the right path is found and when help comes from beyond, the struggle is not so harsh, and it becomes even lighter; assisted by hands full of compassion, love and hope. I toast to those fluid, energetic hands. For you beautiful soul of Yamara, my great white lady; I offer a toast for the sake of progress and truth. You have extended your hand humbly, guiding this spiritual family, with patience and affection; as you say: “With that pure immutable love that emanates from God.” You offer us the salve of knowledge in this great spiritual task and together with your kindness you have illuminated the path of the fallen. There are no words to describe our gratitude; receiving the peace with which your energy/fluid graces us. We remember your words: "Mercy; the living are dead.” "Where there is love, there is union.” “Love; in it we are born, and in it we survive.” “Let’s pray for peace on earth; let us labor in that peace.”

9 Magdalena, a toast for you good soul; you also overflow with love and your fluid/energy force combined with righteous feelings, will uplift those souls that advance blindly, seeking a hand to guide them. For you Magdalena; may the infinite light of God illuminate you as you say: "Happy is the one that listens to the advice of a good soul; the evolution accelerates; sacrifices are not lost in ignorance, and total gradual change is the absolute consecration.” A toast for you too sweet soul of Miroslava; you joined our small group recently, and your wise thoughts already have left imprints in our souls. In your thought form you breathe love and compassion. How well you describe the beauty of the spiritual world and with certainty say that all good emotions are born from love. That the soul that perceives love lives in God; assuring us: “Taking big spiritual steps are determined resolutions, and are the product of faith and knowledge.” “Deserve and you will receive.” A final toast for all the souls in the universe; our nation is the spiritual mission and our future is God; Divine Consciousness. Hopefully the moment of truth will not be far. May hate, stagnation and malignant passions disappear from this planet. May the song: "God’s peace is always here,” be heard everywhere forever.

10 March 6, 1963.

Monserrate: Many years ago in the great city of New York, where everyone is in a hurry to arrive first without really knowing why; and the majority don’t know where they are going or where they come from, but they are humans and struggle to succeed in this, the dead life. It was a clear, warm spring day, and a lovely appropriate time to look at God in all his greatness. God is in the air that you breathe, in the sun that warms, in the pretty rose bud blossoming, smiling from the bushes. He’s in the rain that cools us, up there in the mountain green with the color of hope; in the flowers, the sky and in the sea. There was a warm fresh air outside, wanting to caress me, and l knew that something strange was impeding it; sobbing l asked: What can it be? I felt sick and weak, hot and cold; it was the heat from the fever that tormented me, and a deadly chill from a spiritual entity asking for assistance; saying: "Get up and walk.” I felt sleepy, fearful or perhaps a unique anxiety; I was suffering a great deal, but an invisible unknown strength encouraged me. I also heard noises, like murmurs. I closed my eyes and although sleepy; fearing to wake up, because l began to feel happy. Nothing was important to me; not the noises, grief, or pains; l only wanted to continue hearing that voice that smoothly told me: "My daughter, listen: hold on to me. We are going to work, redeeming ourselves, until we realize where that inspiration emanates from, that wraps us both at this

11 magnificent moment of our lives. Cry, cry, because those tears symbolize your repentance and it will be the beginning of our task.” United we will initiate the journey of progress and charity for this aching humanity. Remember this always, and repeat after me: "Father, it’s never too late to get to know you. Time and the experience of the souls are your essence; praised be." I awoke! I was so happy! Since that day I made it a purpose to go ahead with our spiritual mission.

Monserrate: (Describes a trance.) I feel weightless, serene, at peace; it’s so pleasant; with a sensation of relief and somnolence. I hear low voices in the distance approaching; it’s like listening to a voice on the telephone and gradually raising the volume; but not always remembering what was said. I can see silhouettes: slow, and swift at times, without distinguishing their features. At other times the figures are vaporous, or they seem solid. Suddenly I feel my head expanding, getting larger and at certain moments divided but I’m not afraid; I feel protected, unafraid. I’m frequently transported to another lovely place, with flowers and very beautiful valleys, rivers, lakes, there is always peace, stillness and harmony. I see a great deal of divine lush foliage that l enjoy immensely. For example; today l saw a stepladder on a hillside, and I thought: "That must be the hand of God, because man doesn’t build a stepladder on a mountainside.” Approaching the mountain, l saw the definite form of a ladder, with details.

12 "I want to go over there; to climb it; and I’m going to achieve it.” I said. "But the steps are too steep; what if I stagger, and fall?” I answered myself “No, no, I have a good hand railing, the best; and very powerful too; and l will not fall." I heard a voice: "Sister, it is because you have the ability to do many things. You constructed the stepladder for the others to climb.” Those are inexplicable, marvelous things, blessed by God.

Spirit of Helena: The spiritual entities are no other than the souls of mankind; that like birds fly and impregnate their loving mystical messages within us. They are like spiritual echoes bringing us closer to God. The beautiful thoughts of the spirits are rosebuds that want to blossom and become roses for the world.

Protective spirit: My residence is eternity. We all desire God’s Illimitable Love, His Divine Consciousness. He is fragrance from the finest flowers, He is Supreme Illumination; fresh pure breezes, truth, forgiveness, and love; that is His essence. The spiritual entities carry within their devotions and their goals that are part of a commitment. It’s what they promised to complete; therefore l tell you: pause, return, if you have strayed.

13 To all, faith, hope and charity; supremacy of affection; endless love chains intertwined without borders so that you may continue growing; lifting you toward the Creator with subtlety; thus receiving his pure and healing affection in your encounter. Our desires to grow, to expand, are written in parchment; and there is a material alphabet and a spiritual one. To remain standing it is necessary to have faith; meaning to sincerely desire it. One must have hope, but also be able to give, which is charity. I give you tulips my children; and for you sister Monserrate, a joyful encounter with the infinite. Contemplate those sunflowers that play with the sun wrapped up in sun rays; they straightened up when happy. All the flowers clean the environment, giving us their celestial bliss. Have faith; He waits for you. He is our emblem of freedom. God is love, fountain for the thirsty traveler, and wellbeing for the patient; All Knowing Benevolent Creator; the best friend of humankind. It is to awaken from a happy dream to the air that gives eternal life. He is Ultimate Perfection; the ideal and mirror for the ones that want to look and see.

Monserrate: Now I can begin my work with small fragments that I receive day by day from God; it’s precisely what I needed for my mixture.

14 Protective spirit: Many people die of a shortage of spiritual happiness and faith. Some become old fritters or dry vineyards, that don’t give fruits. We should know that life is an eternal learning. Have you thought about it? Are you aware that we get so involved in our daily routine, without noticing that there are many doors that we could open? Have you managed to open those doors of brilliance and light that are there in those corners of our lives? No, because we are always occupied, fast paced or we are dismantled and too busy to think. This is the moment to say: "I suffered, expected, had faith and I was saved.” You are a soul filled with God; He gave you the strength to strive onward. Praise Him that places the brilliancy of perception in our souls, and thus we are able to find our abilities and dexterities, so that our ideas could be clear and constructive. Monserrate: I have initiated my task, because God loves me, and as always he’s going to help me. My spool is ready; I have been basting in order to make a great cloth with my jubilation, my faith and my own love. I think positive believing that my garden is flourishing. My wings are more flexible now, more powerful. I have taken a pause, to prepare to deal with the winds that l encounter daily; they cool me, relax me. Those winds give me flexibility because they come from my own wings, from my faith. I pray Father that my steps will be correct. You have given me a great faculty and I’m grateful. Encourage and orient me, so that l may be useful to my dear ones, my spiritual brothers and to the world.

15 Spirit of Magdalena: (Guide/control) Lets us forget for a moment our aches and pains; the ailments of the body, of that flesh which is a slave, but that we carry happily in our lives, because it gives us pleasure; sometimes even while being foolish, and not wanting to listen. Stop if you forget; don’t be so hasty. Where do you come from? Where are you going; do you know? What are you doing? What do you expect? Are you sad? Do you have faith? Do you know what love is, or charity? Do you know what justice; repentance is? What’s your purpose in life, my sister/brother? Have you ever soaked yourself for some time; in that crystalline fountain of pure water that is God? Look at yourself; your heart is heavy with rubbish. Oh! If you could only say: this precious cargo is my treasure, and my wish is to share it with my brothers/sisters. Mingle among the multitude, share, study them, and you will benefit. If you plan your own path as a believer you will always be happy to carry that heavy bale of experiences. Do not let yourself be smothered by life’s smoke or by the daily routine. There is sentiment in you; and I know what you are capable of doing. Go ahead plant your seeds; you will harvest and do that great charitable work that you speak about; if you are sincere. God bless and illuminate your love ones, and also you my young girl (Gilda) with an eagerness to intervene that you have recently experienced; convinced, and believing. Your triumph will be blessed, and you will be filled with love and the world will come toward you. You too beloved young brother Nel, you own

16 soul is also about to labor in this humble plane. There is love, charity and peace, in all of you.

Feeling closer to the warm and loving lap of God is invigorating and it’s a breath of fresh revitalizing air; it’s a resurgence of the spirit with firmness. It’s to learn, to progress; and with God your determination to change your spiritual, material, and mundane routine. Spraying the unequaled seeds until they germinate; seeing and feeling the bud sprout again. It is speaking and feeling the fortitude of spiritual vitality that comes from God; so that one or the other disheartened, weak or injured soul strengthens and is encouraged with the sap of God. With that solidity and health that we obtain with our faith and goodwill; we can free him from those agonizing pains.

With your powerful great faith be a bud or a seed that grows, or a tree that flourishes, or a star and a light, for the many needy. We all need, and even with our needs we can give to others that are also needy. Meditate, pray, and fill yourself with God. Consciousness, awareness of self is a fan that cools and saturates teaching us to love extensively; without bonds, without borders. It is a symbol of love, compassion, brotherhood, humility, and godliness; leading us to a fraternity.

17 Unification among God’s creatures; meditate and you will hear a spiritual serenade. It is the hymn of the ones that have loved much and that sincere and generous love has given them a robust divinity. I leave you a basket of fruits and a bouquet of spiritual flowers, full of universal love.

Unknown spirit: All you do is magnified; there is no escaping the done or the undone; you will be judged accordingly with Illimitable Love and Justice. All you reach for will be measured in an accurate way in order to bestow the remedy to the wound, the reward to the achievement or the reckoning to the negative deed. Why do you pray? Always ask yourself that question. Prayer connects us to the source of our faith, strengthening our souls in a current of energy and light, creating a clearer, serene and wider path; thus making our relationship with God sounder. It is precious when we’re sure that the Creator takes charge of all our things, including our stillness; accepting us as we are. He forgives us and takes care of us while we continue to grow and extend ourselves. I feel that God is a reality within me, therefore I feel protected and capable; with a force and energy to undertake immense things in any world. With God giving us his hand we can reach our goal. Believe even if you don’t pray.

18 Unknown spirit: Start with the premise that there is a God; a Supreme Intelligence; the powerful source that created all energy, converted into matter in multiple forms; in a diversity of dimensions. We must then look into our hearts and souls to recapture the pure essence of our spiritual heritage in order to redefine our goals while we travel on this planet we know as earth. Stumbling and even falling once in a while, but in the long run faith will keep us balanced in the path that we have chosen. All that you must know and sustain is that you are mortals with defects and weaknesses that are still being dealt with; therefore, trials and tribulations will torment you until you realize that God knows you well, and loves you in the weakness and in the strengths. Know that light eventually outshines the darkness and goodness will prevail. God, Divine Consciousness is with us at all times. It may seem impossible to believe, because you do not understand well the laws of nature and the connection between the Creator and his children. Much is unknown in your limited plane. You only see and perceive a minimal truth; but as you escalate spiritually, the blinders are removed and the true reality of the immense universe appears before you; meanwhile keep your sights high up; your heart open to all, and your soul avid to fly. Protective spirit: The presence of God is in all the good deeds in the world. When we begin any task; whatever it may be, we’re starting a chain; our very own, with blessed steps, and with gusts from the Universal Energy.

19 That are the messages that we want for the world, and it can be a very effective moment, because with our communications we can help those that exist in a tedious discontent or a desperate labyrinth; because they, themselves, shut the door and remain incrusted by their laziness, selfishness and burdens. Perhaps even truly loving God, they forget that He is the best Father. Unfortunately many slowly slide downhill with incomprehension, disagreements, and disputes; without realizing that there are many blessings without having to struggle, that we can amass, if we empower our soul. On this pretty day there is warmth and many flowers; these are blessings from God in spite of the many tragedies that exist in the world. Nature is upset because of our awful habits; disharmony without recess, or calm; and without even trying to amend ourselves. We are aware that it takes a great effort to correct ourselves and we get tired, and there is the failure.

Spirit of Helena: This entity speaks the pure truth; God wishes for all of us to learn those lessons some day. I’m here with a positive thought, feeling pleased and happy; wishing Monserrate spiritual and physical relief. This spirit of goodwill that has communicated has evolved a great deal; working constantly for many, in multiple lives. Now his soul is in a higher and secure realm; detached and firm; wealthy in emotions and nourished with positive thoughts; never doing anything that will bring sorrow to its soul.

20 Always remember this Gilda; youth, strength and health, depend on your thoughts. It’s best to repeat: “I feel well.” “I love and l am at peace.” “Nothing disturbs me.” “My soul is strong, and I do not want to suffer pain.” Praise God. Our gifts for everyone are; a rainbow that brings peace to your home; honey from candied dew and drops of that dew caramelized, white stones from the fresh and crystalline river. I’m content playing in that river; splashing, splashing; because we are going to achieve our mission, with the help of God.

Protective spirit: Spontaneously we attempt to improve our so- call luck, persisting; only concerned on securing ourselves more comfort and a happy status in life; but true happiness does not consist of an overly excitement of the nervous system; nor does it stem from eating, drinking, hearing or seeing, nor from the satisfaction of the appetites and desires. On the contrary it is the fruit of a noble effort and in living a useful life; with a loving word, a generous impulse, and an efficient helping hand. From those acts we extract a small piece, a morsel; from each positive thought, from each pleasant word or action; without finding it in any other place. Whoever searches for happiness; remember that wherever they go, they will only find what they carry. Happiness is never found in the exterior of us; nor does it have other limits than the ones that we specify.

21 Know that our attitude to love, to appreciate and to enjoy, determines the limits of our happiness; we will find nothing in the world if it isn’t in our interior. Happiness originates from the vigorous and spontaneous expansion of the best that we are capable of; the small attentions, the pleasing words, the soft but opportune aid to others. The subtle politeness, the smooth stimuli, the duties faithfully complied with the family, with the world, and with self. The unselfish services in friendship with affection, and with love, are all things; nevertheless their simplicity, that carry us very close to find and to experience true happiness.

Protective spirit: Live this moment fully, feeling peace and serenity. If you keep on looking too far down the road and thinking; what will be? What comes next? You’re creating excess nervousness and tension; calm down. Take a pause, and you will understand that the eagerness is in you; they are old mistakes; it will seem so natural to discard them; therefore, throw them away and you will conquer; you will succeed. Life is an eternal pursuit; an encounter that is reached only with calmness, peace and trying to learn and rectify; only then will you see and comprehend where you’re going, and then you will be able to hear that interior voice and that exterior echo; it’s your soul and God.

22 Be happy, get up; discipline yourself. Inundate yourself with those pleasing thoughts and serenity from that interior soul that tells you: "Look, reach, take, fill and saturate yourself. Love, soar; be a cloud; part of the sky.” That is beautiful clean air; lift your feelings and your thoughts; feel the brilliance of sweet emotions and eternal affections. Those are the hymns of the angels; kisses from your own consciousness. Forget the past, this is a new phase; one must be flexible with ideas and reasoning. You’re going to be a lighthouse, a spark of light and harmony. Let’s enter together in that darkened great parlor; it will surprise you when it glows; lit up with your own luminosity; because you desire it. The plant, the tree, the bush; all must let their old and parched dry leafs fall off; to dress up entirely with the healthy brilliance of their new clothes. With the sun you will have fresh and green leafs. Love, be joyful; fill up with health. Tell Gilda; good enterprising woman; to love, love; to feel that world, that art, and that eclipse that explodes in a loving hug. Tell her to expect from this moment, from this life; glorious achievements and personal and professional satisfactions that are coming. Stop, listen, harvest and laugh, laugh, laugh.

23 Protective spirit: You’re expecting the result of some transaction; or the answer to a business proposition, or the result of an exam. We all have to wait at times; at such moments we can trust our faculties of patience with perseverance and with faith. With patience we can occupy ourselves happily with our daily tasks during that wait, knowing that everything is developing. We can maintain ourselves free of anxiety, knowing all is moving along; thinking that the results will be for our own good; with greater wellbeing and happiness in all our affairs. Love calms us down, faith helps, giving us more patience. When it seems that l cannot discern the purpose and meaning of some experiences in life; I take the wings of dawn and elevate myself in thought above the clouds of doubt, and higher than the darkness of negation. I find my answers in the light, in the glow of love. I accept the responsibility of life; recognizing the accountability of my thoughts and sentiments, actions and reactions and I exercise my control upon them. I use my agility to choose and to make wise selections; l chose to do and to be; what l really desire to do and to be. I exercise my power to say: yes or no, and don’t postpone my well being. I know that it’s available to me, at this time, on this day. I take charge of my thoughts and my feelings and I do not permit external things to disturb my internal peace. No! I continue lovingly, always lovingly.

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24 Protective spirit: Our compassionate Creator gives us a guardian soul/pal for life; that hopes to bring us peace, joy and progress. It is guarding and sending us creative and positive thoughts. That soul/pal that we have from birth until we depart, during our whole existence; in the form that you see him/her, that you want him/her, embracing it, or loving it; in the same manner it will respond to you. The angel wishes to carry you and guide you on the virtuous road; and you can follow. As you love God, the guardian angel loves you. On that superior path you will travel with its light leading you on; directly you can go wherever it encourages you. Never, never, will you feel lost or confused, nor will you feel abandoned, because the soul/pal’s divine force is so magnificent; its immense spiritual multicolored bond embraces you dearly. That is what Divine Consciousness means to you, Monserrate, and to me, and to the world. I ask the Almighty to embrace us, saving us. He takes care of His children; loving us all so much, so very much; because we are His dear children. I love God and you love Him; praise the Supreme Creator. At any moment, one and all; the big ones or the smaller ones will say at some point: "I do believe.”

Protective spirit: Blissful is the one that loves and feels within, that focus of hope, faith and charity. It’s a torch that certainly glows forever; giving us the courage to go

25 on struggling against all miseries, injustices and disillusions that confront us daily. Happy is the soul that knows how to rise above the vices. Good acts are never forgotten and are always rewarded. It’s not sufficient to be happy, but to make happy the downhearted, aching, mournful humanity. There are thoughts that like a volcano in eruption burn and destroy with its lava all in its path. Thus are the thoughts and acts of the ignorant and sorrowful; not to say lost. They are able to see and to hear but they don’t want to; they prefer to remain blind and deaf. Sister, the lucidity of the soul, involves so many elements; spiritual benevolent, healing, and genuine experiences. You wish to evolve and to create with your own standards; understanding as you have felt it; that eagerness of creativity in you, forgetting the pinches and pains in your own skin. This is a great portion of lines felt and written; condensed from painful experiences. But what you will achieve and will do henceforth; will be solid sections of an experience lived and learned, materially and spiritually. They are the sprouts of other eras, purified by your effort and genuine affections, deeply immersed; as your own life. They will generate spiritual force. For the confident and strong soul there is no age; there is only essence of life. Peace and love always; may that faith that engulfs you with spiritual divine essence, be like a celestial flood for those that suffer. Love fully; to love is to know our Creator; because He is Illimitable Love; teaching us to love, and in His love and with that Consciousness we will achieve unity.

26 Monserrate: Father, please give me the smoothness of your tenderness. I pray that the spiritual rain that falls at this very moment will become a universal flood of peace and love. Let me light the darkness with the bright candle of love; knowing that you are there and never will let me go. Let me be a brother/sister’s bright shining star in the darkness of life’s night. Help me spread God’s love around; together we’ll complete our mission here, and continue our eternal flight.

Protective spirit: Sit down for a moment, let your soul speak to you; language is of little importance to God; the Creating Force. There aren’t words to describe twilight, or a flower. Listen attentively to the echoes of life and how to express the emotion that grabs hold of us; there are no words when the soul speaks. As you sleep quietly, serenely and happily, the breeze enters your bedroom, caressing you without disturbing your reverie, thus in that state, you can contemplate those joyful, noble, spiritual souls, impregnated with pure love, united by a great wreath of affection and peace. The caressing breeze comes from God; He comes in a puff of air, to stimulate and to please all those that believe and count on Him. Oh, beautiful spiritual picture! Its title: "God and the breeze", or perhaps: "The meeting of the pure souls.” Our good acts lift us up to God.

27 What you call time and distance; to the souls symbolizes peace, progression and the self-growth obtained. You, the living dead age; but the spiritual entities, rejuvenate. Stop, meditate, and you will understand the kindness of our blessed Creator; Merciful, Generous and Infinite. He gives us crystalline water to refresh and baptize ourselves with our bare hands, as clean as we desire it. I speak to you in parables, but I know that you understand me. Your clean hands, is your heart; clean it, fill it with God; go among the masses. He gives us the green fruit; be a good gardener; take care of it and protect it from the harmful insects; there’re so many that want to snatch it. Relish it when it matures! God gives us the greenness of the meadow as a cozy bed, inviting us to rest, to dream. Lull yourself in your consciousness; you will have happy dreams. Learn to dream; if you still haven’t attempted. Peace, love and universal progress. I’m a soul that had a happy dream.

Protective spirit: Sometimes we are weak or maybe cowardly. Cowardice makes humans small and incapable of undertaking their journey, and although admitting that they are slow, they persist, fearing their own shadow and echo, and even backing away after the storm.

28 They are aware that prosperity is a possibility, but fear to take a step ahead, to look at God and to contemplate the Creator in his greatness. Today I exhort you to dress up with tenacity, love, peace and comprehension; to look at, and receive God just as He is; Universal Goodness, Omnipotent, and Truth Supreme. Follow me; my praises and my annotations; we will labor on the path of progress with our unique spiritual tasks, in which we are all one; united by only one ideal; God. Pardon our offenses, Father; we know that we must work positively, discarding our pettiness and weaknesses. Thus it will be, and it will be forever. You will be a good cultivator in a future garden; prosperous with comprehension, understanding and delight. You’ll be like a cast away that at the edge of the abyss derives that most supreme fortress that comes from the Creator. You feel it deeply in your heart and you have the faith and the immense desire to continue on the luminous path that leads to the inimitable and secure site; a place to comfort the souls that are undecided, weak, and maybe cowardly. But we should throw away cowardice, as best as we can; rejecting the negative thoughts and the temptations that throw us into the thorns and desperation. Raise your voices and hands; glorifying and thanking God and the entities that assist us all.

Unknown spirit: You are imprisoned by your poor and vain Illusions; locked up in plans for someday; not thinking of today, which is all you really possess. 29 Protective spirit: How wonderful it is to be alone with God; in that intimacy you are glorified because of that powerful force that you feel. You provide yourself with fertile and healthy seeds and thus are able to create your vigorous area; your own garden. The Creator makes us strong and wise combatants in huge fields of anguish, pressures and weariness. It’s a grandiose threshold where the magnificence of love and protection await us; like an “Our Father.” They are your plants; your shiny and strong roots, inlaid by God. You were saved when the rock, unseen by you, could have crushed you; but you didn’t let the friction and the torments curve you; well now, do not let the affliction break you. Don’t fear the storm, do not fear; I will be close by. Think that a new day will come with elements fortified with our great pledge to achieve, to accomplish and to comply with His mandate. Engulf yourself with dew and the coolness of a clear morning from the garden of your life.

Protective spirit: Like our Lord, my kingdom is of the children. Do not stop being a little girl Monserrate. Grow each day, grow more as a soul, but don’t stop being a child because your innocence, your faith, and your buoyant soul are a gift and a grace from our loving Creator.

30 Sway in that celestial hammock and give me your hand; I’ll always be there so that you don’t fall; but dream happily of green and select pastures; explore them. Follow me; fill yourself with that unique energy that comes from God. Grow to germinate with an abundant crop of wheat and celestial fortress. You stepped by the waterfalls, on the stones, on the fire, without falling or burning. You wore my tunic; l lent it to you, saying: "Take care of it, use it; it’s yours, yours; now and always.” We are going to dance with the spring that is approaching. There are blossoming buds and strong and resilient seeds; like a flock of corpulent sentries taking care of its hooks and branches to protect the traveler that passes by, hungry and tired. I invite you to take refuge under my branches; sleep and rest to the right of the Celestial Father; He is my support, my eternal and sacred provision. The Angelus is the hour of meditation; to be wrapped up in the fiber of a righteous life; while being a good cultivator.

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Unknown spirit: Life isn’t just a one-way street. It’s a two way road with many avenues. Let’s learn to follow the signs and keep on moving. Try to achieve excellence in your desire to love mankind. You are mankind; mankind is you.

31 Protective spirit: The suffering of pain and the yoke of pleasure; are blazes that extinguish quickly; because if the pain doesn’t end quickly it would annihilate us. Therefore the soul asks for clemency and liberty when aware of this state of weakness of his gross flesh. That Father knows his children well; knows their habits, and knows they wear masks; He cannot be deceived. The souls that lie are infected flies; flies that destroy; those flies nauseate from their own poison, and then plummet. Sister, we desire a somnolent state; sleepy but alert, to aspire, to achieve, to reach, and not lose the roots of our existence, because they are roots that have already been seasoned. Say: “Yes, l want to feel God. He gives me the meek courage to observe and to follow that bright star; because where there is light, there is no darkness.” Sister Gilda, try to combine those huge pieces; those sentiments from your faith, from your gallantry; conscious that life is a great paradise. We are surprised at times with our triumphs. Keep yourself attentive, joyful and full of that immense faith that He gives you. Good-bye. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) What a blessing to inhale the perfume of the valleys and to receive the kiss of the breeze. In my dreams everything is peaceful. It’s the ephemeral life of the flower that dies, leaving its eternal perfume; giving life with its fragrance to so many that pass away; that die from boredom.

32 Protective spirit: We are all atoms of the universe; it doesn’t matter if you are capable, intelligent, a little lazy or perhaps fearful. Remember that fear makes us draw back, retreating because it terrifies us. Everything passes by in life; the sun, the shadows, thunder and lightning. It’s the world that rotates and you’re in it; rejoicing. Those are all pretty things in life; it’s like a joyful dream and upon awaking; facing pleasing reality. It’s so beautiful, so precious and so sublime; and then you realize that you are still able you to achieve many things. Gilda, many souls remember you from the radio. Each human being has his ecstasy; it’s part of our happiness and of our big courageous moments. Thoughts are agitated when touched by something very special that comes from God. We wear quartz and how lovely to have them; it’s like a great trophy for life. These are cheerful messages that incite you to think, to reflect; and to plant a beloved orchard. Important are the circumstances; the past facts and the ones that we have to experience in our material and spiritual vehicles. It’s so beneficial to feel weightless, impregnated and guided by our Creator; when we finally learn His teachings. To achieve it is glorious knowing that you have fulfilled your obligations in your life, and with your loved ones. We have had a chat in the morning, like old friends. I feel so well! Each moment we begin again; each day we glorify God.

33 Follow your gut feeling, your intuition; it’s the voice of your spiritual guides conveying instructions to help you achieve your goals. Listen to their advice and try, at least, try. Destiny is every day in the making; molded by our thoughts and actions and encased in an eternal iron cast; made with love or lack of it.

Protective spirit: There are positive things and negative things; it always depends on what you want to see and do; but it is lovelier to see the dew at dawn and the sky in the morning than to see accumulated trash. Do not think about anything lop-sided or that has to be resolved; it’s prettier to see the blue of the eyes than the sea weed by the edge of the sand. Lift up your hands, bless life and raise your eyes; it is the only way that you can survive, because the unpleasant, the imprudent, and the repulsive only push you to concede defeat. There are love woes, difficulties and hopelessness; chains of anguish; and even a craving to agonize. But the wisest traveler, the one that has a goal; he does not change his ways, and goes on looking at pretty things because he sees goodness among mankind and distinguishes tender love. With that shield his step is lighter, his forehead is very high. He does not think about the lop-sided or about anything else that he may have to rectify.

34 Free your troubled mind, have no fear; don’t despair. Our faith at times is tested. How else would we grow? Our lives are never wasted. When flowers whither, seeds replenish; there is always, always a rebound. All we can do is maintain steadfast in our loving, steady and peaceful climb. What you sow you will reap; God is merciful, God is love. Keep your spirits high; just remember you are blessed, you are loved. Think: nothing is as firm and secure as God. He is life itself. There isn’t a better road to help another with his self esteem, then to make him aware of his close relationship with God. Water from our fountain of faith refreshes and uplifts. There is only one all- powerful source of energy in the universe; whether you’re a painter, actor, speaker, musician or writer; in short, whichever profession; the secret of that creative strength is to be in harmony with God, so that He may manifest continuously through you.

Protective spirit: When we sleep we ascend; if we are in peace and in harmony. At that moment we receive spiritual energy in an ecstasy of calm and unique equilibrium. In our nights with tranquility and serenity, we acquire energy and the strength to continue with our mission; transported with a lullaby from God. Our sensibility can make our consciousness, our soul, and mind, leap with vigor and unique spiritual enthusiasm; we seek our own reason to exist.

35 We fill ourselves with impulse and fervor that provides us with a great enthralling love; believing that we are robust. Making us stronger; prepared to conquer goals. When retiring at night; peacefully cuddle in spiritual rest. Don’t fidget about the day that ended or about tomorrow. Throw aside your struggles, tragedies or indispositions saying: "I don’t want that.” With that fervor; warmly, slowly, fragrant, impregnated with spiritual life; and with your mind, heart and soul set, be willing to enjoy the dream that you will achieve, due to your faith and harmony. Enjoy that great gift called sacred dream that is blessed by God.

Spirit of priest: I’m seeking a small church in a town; today there is a labyrinth of celebrations. There is nothing better than rejoicing oneself; adhered to that divine emotion of peace and tranquility that are strong and eternal heavenly bonds. When you search and meditate, you can make a bouquet of flowers with the only and pure perfume that comes from God. Kindness and love are poems of the soul; all our divine sentiments trespass; just like faith does. They are "Mystical Wings,” durable; allowing us to fly with them to God. Love, love, and love; it’s a state of happiness and self complacency. Now I’m lifting up like the swallows. That is my motto; to saturate myself with the Illimitable Love that comes from our Creator. They are morsels of nutrition, not cooked balls; but light, easy to digest, and be well nourished.

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Monserrate: I saw, leafy trees, and a precious gate with high thin shinny columns as if made of glistening ivory or white marble. Passing the threshold l began to see a splendorous, delightful forest, like a paradise, it was mystical, divine, all illuminated. I did not walk l flew; feeling so light, weightless. I was lifted, raised by invisible hands that elevated me. I saw more trees, wreaths, transparent laces of various vivid colors in the distance. Suddenly I arrived at a spacious place where there was a magnificent large desk, with a huge comfortable chair, perfect for meditation, or to write or just to rest. I continued flying contemplating more precious trees with beautiful long leaves that seemed like streamers. I saw vaporous figures far away, but l did not see their faces; those spiritual beings glided. Their dresses were all pastel colors; dominating the color lilac, all soft, pale, smooth, gray and white, also pale yellow, all pastels, very subtle. There was a great deal of light, lucidity; and vast, long corridors with tall incense burners. The corridors were extensive, endless I thought: "I am fearful of losing this, escaping myself from this idyllic place.” I wanted to embrace the moment, l did not want to lose it, because l felt comfortable, happy, agile, and at peace; it was a unique sensation, I felt refreshed. There was a fragrance in the air and stillness, vitality, harmony; with a clear blue heaven, bellísimo! Praise God.

37 Protective spirit: Throw away the fear, sister and slide on that luminous path. There are so many new things and you can learn their mysteries. You have the key to open that great chest called life. Search, search in your heart for the positive, with experiences from an active conscience. Fill up with those puffs of new air that fortify you, carrying you to that higher site. Think healthy, with that special energy, with which constructive thoughts are acquired; free and without fear or failure. Think: "I want to search deeper; not only on the superficial that can deceive me.” Yes, you want to get there; to reach the root, and to be a good gardener. Brave, certain, without fear, serving all your brothers. Have courage my sister, and search for your link; attach it to that solid safety pin; like this affection that I’m feeling now. Like this great affinity and purpose that binds me to you, dear brothers/sisters. Gilda dear, your future will be exciting. Here you have a large scissor, it’s a gift. Cut the cobweb, cut the spike that pierces, like a malevolent thorn. Your long road; pretty is the path. The bad is behind, the good wraps you up. Today "Thanksgiving Day", join with everyone in thought; with those that are praying and celebrating but also with the ones that feel pain or solitude; but that feel fortified by the love from that good Father. We are asking Him for vision in our hearts. That we may have dedication on our part, with a new desire to be guided by the light, the love, wisdom, harmony, fortitude and spiritual tranquility that come from Him.

38 Say: "My faith is centered in God; I go to Him for everything that I need and I’m always richly blessed.” You have God’s umbrella; His peace is here, and in your hearts. I am one more brother, joining this spiritual chain.

Monserrate: (Out of trance) Our Creator is always with us; He is there, when we tire from carrying that heavy backpack; that upon letting it fall under that leafy tree that we call spiritual life we feel rested agile, light, strong; and so determined. At that moment we finally realize that when we were crossing streams, or swimming in the turbulent rivers, or climbing up very long stairs; some times in desperation, disoriented and without consolation; that Father accompanied us. We were aware that God was near, that is what happened to me. God is a stream that offers you his divine elixir of crystalline refreshing water; a waterfall that will cool and quench your thirst. He is a divine star that shines in the darkness, guiding you. Sometimes we wish the world at our feet, and we strive to achieve financial freedom; yet our souls are prisoners of needs. No matter what you aspire, first transcend the barrier of the soul and prepare to meet your maker. You will not acquire that goal overnight. No, it’s a process, with many obstacles and challenges; yet it will pay off; as time flies.

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Protective spirit: We find ourselves aligned crossing a passive path; silent, but with God’s excitement. His divine site is unique, it’s transparent but solid at the same time; it’s impregnated with lineage fragrances and scents; and a majestic courtyard for meditation and prayer. We are strong solid roots of eternal sap with a great purpose; to progress, grow; to continue up the slope without looking backwards, without stopping. United we will achieve it because we’re going to travel on the path where there is luminosity, love and a peaceful force. We see a diaphanous and clear immensity of clouds, guiding us. We will achieve our goals with the brilliance of the moon and of the sea; a sea that strolls, sunny, graceful, smiling and at times as musical as crystal. Wrap ourselves in the swaying sea and in her musical cords like glass that chimes and shines; with an eagerness to refresh, to inebriate, and a delirium to celebrate. The sea is uncontrollable and quiet, with only one creed, God; the source of all power and intelligence in the universe. Father, give us your tenderness and the stable force of spiritual conquest. We are dear brothers of past epochs and the present. We will all sway with the fragrance of humid grass, and now again we will begin to sow and to harvest; with the love of our Creator.

40 Monserrate: Have you ever thought about this? Is it possible to find a stream in a desert? Yes, it is possible when you believe and expect from God, because there is a purpose to everything; when you wait, believing; with a firm calm faith and without being restless; knowing that He will supply whatever you need. He gives us His love in our joy and in our suffering; teaching us to be brave in our misfortunes. We calm down with His peace; falling asleep to awaken from a happy dream. We can then stop to hear His whispers and we rejoice understanding that the calmness soothes and keeps us away from fear; allowing us to hear more and much better. Your faith can be exceptional, therefore He responds; helping you, guiding you in silence; you and He providing. His presence and substance are inimitable. He permits the perception to radiate in our total consciousness, awareness, and in that form we can find our abilities and skills; making our ideas clear and constructive; not clumsy or slow. Thus acquiring strength, more love, and vital energy from the universe; so that our spiritual substance increases and lasts, healing our soul and our body. We find ourselves daily in a trap; that most of the time we didn’t see it, but its there, expanding; calling us. Many seeing people are blind; they see, they see the trap, and yet they don’t want to see it; and that is when they succumb into their own abyss of ignorance. But if you are a believer, and you love and expect with faith, from that Father; He will rescue you.

41 Spirit of Magdalena: (Monserrate’s guide/control.) Gilda, you know well that your world, the world of the dead is immense; well, spread yourself in it. Do not limit yourself; do not wait, because the one that remains behind and is slow fails. Let your motto be: "Nothing or nobody stops me," because I have faith and God loves me. I want to run; yes, I want to walk, not a slow step; but with a firm and sure step in the name of God. I know God and I am filled with Him. They will be surprised at my courage, at this gesture; a gift from the good souls that protect me and stimulated me with puffs impregnated with love and sincerity. We will be sheep of a same flock, guided by the same ideal, of faith and charity. See the world; search and you will find; reach your goal with that great precious load of triumphs and yearnings. Do not wait for them. (Film producers) They all need you; let them wait for you; you are worth so much that it blinds them. Go ahead; drape yourself with God and love. Seek and you will find because you are intelligent. Do not fear life or humanity; let life fear you. You have heard these phrases before but today from me to you; with a great deal of love and respect. You have talent; make a banner with your art. Peace and love. (My career as actress took an ascending turn in New York, Mexico and Puerto Rico. I was hired for movies, theater, soap operas and then for television and radio.)

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42 Protective spirit: Melancholy is felt every hour when we are empty and cold; without the warmth to give and to receive; one must give respect, and know how to accept. It’s not enough to built, it’s very necessary to conserve, to maintain, and to go foreword. The good and the beautiful must be respected in all its manifestations. A gust of air is beautiful; a sweet song from a bird that quickly disappears; leaving a pleasing caress in our ears; the greeting of a flower in the morning, a fresh drizzle of rain is like a prayer to God. A tepid sunset is beautiful, a peaceful night, a firmament with a large round face moon inviting you to look and follow it; a smiling dawn or a waterfall, the restless ocean, the beach and its sands; the waves splashing at your feet its cargo, and in its desperation to retreat wiping down and kissing your feet. Beautiful! Isn’t that the truth? Receive that lovely moment, observe. What grandeur! It’s a happy moment to moment; to receive and to give; sending a message with that agitated wave to that precious jewel call pearl, the great lady of the sea or why not, to a multicolored, seashell with life within. Wherever God is, everything is so marvelous. Think, there at the bottom of that immense ocean, there are so many realities; color, beauty and activity; an endless number of natural and rhythmic forces. You cannot see the value of those elements in the surface, but if you comprehend so much grandeur, you will be able to see them within you. It will surprise you to know how much you can give; you will feel like a generous god willing to share.

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Unknown Spirit: Here is what’s important to know, to understand; we are but shells on a long stretch of beach. The waves touch us in an eternal sway. Let us recognize our vulnerability; we are dense but yet light enough to be swept away by the current and the crashing lapping waves. We own nothing, as you well know; all has been given as a loan to us by our bountiful Father. Our earthly possessions are worthless; of course relish the delight of this mundane existence, but with a clear head as to its importance. That having been said; look well around you, reflect; meditate and pray; the stillness within you, that spiritual awareness brings health. Unknown spirit: “I am a little gray cloud looking for a rainbow because we’re going to share its colors; so that l may spray the peaceful rain, and wash away the pain.” Little cloud; take the blue from the sea, and the hues from the leaves, the branches, and the sky. Let autumn come to you with its fantasy of colors; so you may spray the peaceful rain, wash away the pain, and tell the world you love them.

44 Unknown Spirit: (Telepathically to Gilda) Good day; thank you for the prayers. We are trying to assist in many ways, but you must give us more time. Finish the book as soon as possible; don’t drag your feet, concentrate, and no distractions, stop the rhetoric and take action with your projects; time is fleeting. We are about to begin a new task; as you know; in the chest, there’s a manuscript which now has another title; bring it out; we will dictate. (A week later) Good morning; your hands and body must be comfortable in order to perceive and receive messages. There will be a time soon; when you will sit on a daily basis to write down our dictation, but all must be calm, peaceful and in order to establish a clear communication. When the dialogue begins, that is a sign of connection. Just try to keep your mind still; it’s like an antenna, if you move it too much, you loose the signal. It is a lovely way to start the day; the birds chirping and there is peace in your heart. All is well, so far; keep spiritually attuned, and do not stray. Who is to say what will become of us. Life is truly very uncertain and yet our faith keeps us steadfast, as we strive for happiness. Many of you, who believe in the so-called unknown, are blessed because your woes are lighter and easier to sustain; and yet at this time in history to have faith is not enough. We must work that faith, stimulating others; creating a conglomerate of uplifting energies; that will uphold the harmony and good among mankind in order to uproot evil. The pettiness of life, strangles you; don’t let it. Stay tuned, as you would say, and share this information with the world; we wish to inspire you. 45

May you have the wisdom to discern the messages. These are little seeds of wisdom that you can pick up with your fingertips; left here by our invisible friends, hoping that they will remain and grow in your souls; keeping away all sorrows and fears.

Unknown spirit: Now is the time to stand up and shout with determined voices; proliferating the message of God’s Illimitable Eternal Love that binds everything to an All-Positive Force. It is so important to heed the call. Comply with the magnificence of compassion that leads to hope, faith and generosity.

I’ll always cherish my memories of my childhood. When times were hard I would pray to my God with a very heavy heart; suddenly I felt the breeze, the peace and joy; His love for me. Merciful God, l put my faith in you. When feeling in poor health, tired and fearful, say; He will grant us what is best; Father, please! Leave the rest to him.

Good Ideas are inspirations from a Supreme Intelligent Source, awarded to the inquisitive soul who strives to ascend in a creative venue. Make good use of the implanted seeds in order to see then blossom giving joy, comfort and benefit to the needy. Give thanks with your actions. This is not for you, understand that well; it is for the children.

46 Unknown spirit: (Telepathically to Gilda.) Lets say; all your wishes have been granted; and then what? Emptiness is still in the soul, because you still aspire; somehow, somewhat. Now what to do? That is the question. How to go about filling that void? Let your emotions fly, up, up to the sky. Sadness, fear, all gone for a slight moment; empty out the inside. Now fill it up with a serene, pure love for your Creator. Feel carefree; think of everything as simple, as beautiful, as new. Then you will truly know what was missing, because a unique overwhelming feeling will engulf you; for at last, you have found you. Are you happy? Ask yourself. Many believe that partying is happiness or that any type of excess is bliss. Money is the prized possession, or maybe doing whatever you wish. That’s fine, in moderation; life should be lived to the fullest; but there is one thing that should not be dismissed; that is your soul, and its needs. Love, peace and compassion; are elements of indispensable value, indeed. All that will give you the dearest, greatest experiences; but the most cherished of all life’s treasures is faith. With faith you will not lack; faith is the guiding light. You are listening to your soul. This is a poem from within, from the heart. At this moment you only carry that, without witnesses; only by you known.

47 Monserrate: Father I feel you and hear you; your touch heals. My heart vibrates saying: "I’m responding to the supreme touch of that Father.” You’re a spiritual spring of health that emanates peace and rest. Now l don’t have anxiety, fear, or pain because my spirit rests under that abundant tree that You are; and those good and faithful spirits are your branches, and I cover myself with them. I want to be tied to this material world only by a wafer-thin thread. Those twisted roots that tied me to the material due to circumstances have disappeared from me. Where did they go? I don’t know, and it is your deed, Great Architect. I was able to leave that rough path of my life, because of you. You received me with your harmony and mercy. You encouraged me to recognize your healthy influence. May you, and the spirits’ peace, accompany me always. Protective spirit: Dearest mother and sister, love has no limits, it gives and receives sentiments. It’s a cooing of birds that invite us to sleep, to dream and to live. It is a luminous torrent, an exquisite delicacy with the flavor of infinity and of God. It’s a heavenly splendor that shines, encouraging, protecting and urging us to go on. It’s a revealing mirage; we say: "This is elevation, it is to live, it’s a step of advancement, it is to succeed, it’s to hear and comply. Infinite Father, thank you." I’m happy here, among you in this temple, in this peace. Be benevolent without expecting rewards; because God always knows your good deeds.

48 Spirit of Magdalena: God is infinite, unique. He doesn’t abandon his children, ever. One that has faith and expects from Him, will never feel alone and wretched. Be brave. Look at yourself as he created you; sincere and faithful, with an unsoiled consciousness; judge for yourself. Don’t fear the ingratitude and wickedness of humanity. As a soul you possess a gift of love and spiritual peace; you know how to simplify your task. Your creed is God; your evolution and progress are his mandates that you have received as a special gift from that loving Creator, because he is all love. Your faith is your boat in life’s ocean. The hatreds, injustices and negative thoughts will not reach you because your worth and firmness will make them retreat, and they will not touch you. Your ship is powerful and your port is secure. Humanity’s painful misfortunes are immense. Their perversity makes them appear repugnant and grotesque; behind that false laughter there is crying and bitterness because they don’t know themselves, nor do they know life, or God. Satisfied and tranquil continue your journey, my dear girl; Gilda, wait and confide. The misers cannot receive your prayer that is your art; it’s your desire to surpass in order to realize a great task, a true charity. Your very elixir is manifested, and it’s perceived as you pass by; they have to grow and learn a great deal, a great deal, to assimilate it.

49 Protective spirit: Today we’re going to cleanse; purify ourselves; by meditating or disengaging; trying to take off these overcoats; not the material one that protect us from the cold, but that one that blinds us. We’re always pleasing ourselves with material things; although recognizing that it’s rough, heavy, and we even see it gross; dependent on the terrestrial world. At times, we don’t even stop to observe what passes us by; perhaps of an immense spiritual value. Why? We have excuses: lack of time, the family concerns and obligations; or maybe it doesn’t interest us. Why? Because it deprives us of that momentarily pleasure that all material things provide; even though knowing that if we have two hours of happiness we have hundreds of vicissitudes and suffering; but anyway it pleases us; therefore we do it again. We think next year I am going to change; I will do this and that. Of course one must have hopes to improve and to make plans; that is human nature. Sister Gilda, think that tomorrow you will go with the help of God and the good entities, and upon arriving at your home you will be another person. Learn; take care of that body so as not to become ill. Today you received the spiritual aid that you deserve; God has been good to you. Take care of your health; take care of it like a plant, so that you may finish your evolution; expanding spiritually, with the many gifts from God. What joy to be able to achieve it before going to the other world, to the true one, the pretty one; in which many friends expect you; dear souls that admire you.

50 Nevertheless we should admit, by elementary confidence, the sincerity of human longing. Nobody seeks to err for errs sake, but we fall accidentally in our hurry to achieve our goals. There are so many frightened human pieces; heaped up with the impositions of the city. Some are prisoners in their own rooms; hungry and without communication; alone. Flee; let life blow; beautifying and saving you from the tremendous and ugly misfortunes that threaten you daily.

The environment creates energy and substance, but the energy evaporates or transforms. Energy is the fuel of life, it mobilizes us. Understand that the souls that pass by in your life; pick you up, or push you down; in them there is strength or disdain. They do not recognize it and don’t know the reason for their cargo. Some sap our energy, because they have a routine without hope, without yearnings. Human’s best friends are God and nature, because they charge us with energy, and help us to heal when we strive for it. We cannot waste our energies beating against walls; on souls fixed to whims. There are human beings that destroy other souls; for example; that person that has created a routine of complacency; creating an illusion that this is the way he should live; he is fearful, with negative motivations; and he’s not interested or cares about the others; absorbed in his own situation, with terrible defects.

51 Selfish, miserable, and with very little ambition; they are humans with crippled souls; they are voluntary cripples. They are capable, but they use the knife on themselves or others; cutting, leaving them handicapped. You must know that the environment helps to create wheels or leads to destruction. Excess pride, self-importance sinks us; humility allows us to grow. Blessed be the virtuous and the great, forgotten by the world, but beloved and blessed by God. When God created man, he created them equal; united in pain or in pleasure. Whether educated or ignorant, they suffer equally; depending on them. Do they choose the good or the suffering path. Carry out your mission; even with pain, and you will obtain the most precious trophy. Happy is the soul that fulfills his duties; that gives us vigor to reach our goals.

Protective spirit: Morning! It’s a day of peace, rest and stillness. Gazing at the sea I feel a warm breeze that caresses my face. There is lukewarm life outside, with God’s warmth. Gilda you are called; many have that name in your honor because you’re a messenger of tender affections and pleasing unions. A girl was born; a link from your radio program; they gave her your name in gratitude. (On my NY radio show I had a non profit segment for singles. It was successful; 35 couples of different ages and nationalities married; and a few children were born.)

52 Blessed be Gilda, for your mission that comes from past lives. You love children and the world, very much; therefore you go on with that intimate force, capable of overcoming difficulties; be what they be. You are one of those roses that we found once upon a time that grew; no matter the darkness, the rocks and the grind; they drape themselves with God and gave their beauty to the world. I recall when you amused yourself down the lane smiling at the sun, saying: "These seeds are for the hungry birds that wander in this region." To you the struggles and heavy tasks are challenges for your conquests; you complete one and begin another, as if dressing for a special gala concert. That is why some colleagues envy you, or do not like you; but you only have a pardon for them; you don’t have time to waste; nor do you want to disturb your peace or your rhythm of advancement. No, no, you don’t want anything to obstruct your tranquility and your behavior. There is a single phrase; forgiveness for the offenses; because they don’t know what they do. They begin by imitating you, copying you, but they take their notes so quickly that the eraser follows them and they erase their own eagerness, on the blackboard of their life. Gilda, the girl that was born recently and carries your name; she will be a very happy soul. You took flowers to the hospital; that is not a coincidence; it’s a reality, like your mother says. That soul found her mother to continue her exile. It will be a pretty and very humane story. Go ahead with your happy encounters. Praise our Father for giving you health and spiritual lucidity; don’t let anybody disturb your peace and your faith. 53 A sincere and pure thought of gratitude for God that guides any ship to its destiny; no matter what storm approaches. You are one of those human beings that do not fear the hurricane, because you know how to take shelter; because you have your own refuge that is your peace, your love, and your faith. Immortality is the light of life, as it is that brilliant sun in nature. God is infinite in its perfections. The materialistic doctrine is therefore the sanction of the selfish; fountain of all vices. It’s the negation of charity, and the justification of suicide. Charity is the spring of all the virtues and the base of social order. The independence of the soul is confirmed by the spirits. The existence of the soul is established by the intelligent acts and not the inert. No, no; it cannot be that the thoughts are secreted by the brain as said or intended by the materialists. They claim that at the death of a body; man’s consciousness or intelligence and all the moral qualities would reenter nothingness; they assure that every loving or affectionate thought disappears; they argue that our beloved or close ones are definitely lost. Or that the man of genius does not have any merit because his eminent faculties are due to the comfort that presided in his organization; and that among the man of talent and the feeble-minded there is no difference; except for a cerebral mass, more or less important. Please recapitulate!

54 Protective spirit: At times we don’t laugh because we enclose ourselves inside a seashell; and in it we’re unable to breathe, yet we yearn for it. "I want to laugh, l want to think with tranquility.” Then you should think that what has been lived is our balance, and that’s all that we possess. You can say: "I have accomplished, l don’t owe anything.” “Now I want to give myself a gift; a bouquet of orchids; precious and strong to cheer me up; making me happy.” Happily think: “Nobody owes me anything and I owe nothing, and that gives me tranquility.” To achieve peace having fulfilled duties is the greatest ecstasy in the world. Therefore I want to listen to mystical sounds; because there is no better pianist than God. He knows how to play well his keyboard. I’m at peace; all is so sublime. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I wonder what name my new spiritual guide uses. l had the illuminated soul Yamara, protecting and guiding me for so many years; after Yamara ascended, Magdalena also a progressed soul, remained; taking care of me, but now I don’t know my present guide’s name. It has not given me a name. Aha! It responded! It uses the name “Luz.” It’s “Luz” the name of my guide. It’s telling me that it will always be with me; it will accompany me to the very end; thanks to that dear lovely God.

55 Spirit of Henry Aybar: (Referring to my tape recorder.) Don’t record me, because I am in no condition to be recorded. I have been here for a while, and I’m being pushed around, but I have a right to enter. I believe that you said that you were going to do a prayer; It seems me to that you should do it. (We prayed.) Like in all big cities there is eagerness, laughter, happiness, crying and grief. Souls that repress themselves seeking something; some perhaps find it, other don’t, but they continue their precipitated run, lost in the multitudes of their own destiny. To begin l will say: "Love they neighbor.” But above all, let’s learn to love and to respect each other. In this small town, in this precise moment, I am enjoying a great feast; I say feast because there is a most supreme strength that I feel very deep within me that is God. God is everywhere and at times... (Pause) Forgive the interruption. A friend enters and says to me: "I know you and I don’t want to interrupt you.” No brother, l welcome you in the name of God. May you feel God, as I feel him at this very moment. I wanted to be a herbalist; l wanted to heal, to cure; I also wanted to be able to mix that human sense of life. l don’t know how to explain it, but l worshipped the aromatic plants and knew how to distinguish each once, so l chose to study them; I mean to say; the love and respect of God, of nature; because the plants are God’s sighs. I had an elderly teacher that told me: "The way that you love plants, l love them too.”

56 It was a shared love; a give and take; l studied but, life at times….There is some that have the luck to achieve their goals, but for me it was a little difficult. Finally, in a phase of that life, I arrived at a town very similar to this one, but it was a coastal town. It was warm and that was my favorite climate. I was willing to be any place where l could feel our Creator. I travelled with my backpack, a bag loaded with great affections and an infinite feeling. Do you know why? Because what l carried in my backpack was only the wisdom that came from God and my detachment to material things; of course l needed to cover myself and be clean. For me that bag was my treasure and my millions; it was the most precious jewel; with it l was willing to conform, to conquer, and to knock down everything that was a rock in my life; impediment or heavy stone. When l went on those roads, I wrote down all the small details, I meditated and inwardly assimilated them. I had a great admiration for those strong, large oak trees, but l also loved a great deal the miniature plants; the very tiny plants that had God’s wisdom. We all have phases in our lives, like the plants for me; each plant was so important because there l saw God. With them l learned to know him, to love and to respect his mandates, since very young, and that made me so happy. Upon gazing at an old tree, l always said: "I want to be like that when l grow old.” But human beings almost never think about this; we believe that we are going to live, to live and live. We wager that at such an age we have to leave this world; but, I look at that in this manner:

57 At first that tree grows like a boy grows and has those different phases; when the years passed, he resisted the storms, the thunder, and all those changes in life. Life is a little difficult, although at times we have copious wings, capable, strong wings. In life we store, day by day, hour by hour, laughter, cries and laments. It pleased me to store the subtle things, what enticed me; therefore l had two bags, l told you that; l carried two bags, and like Monserrate I also studied botany. I had a pretty era; now I’m dividing this small conference; because everything that I complete intimately and gives me satisfaction is a conference; not only because I participate, but there are two or three souls listening; you always learn something. I did many good deeds, therefore I’m satisfied; but l also committed errors and I ask for God’s forgiveness because l was weak. Sometimes we, as they say, stick our foot in it, deeply, until it hurts to the very joint; and at times we are masochists. It’s more important in life to look at everything with the love of God. My message of today is: "Love they neighbor.” That I learned as a little boy and I have always loved that way. For me the huge trees have their story and each human being has a story; whichever, but that’s their very own life; “How to stop being foolish or being imprudent? How do we learn? What do we want to accomplish? How are we going to achieve it? Those are all the questions for today; they are the steps that we must begin to take today. I’m not eloquent, but I’m speaking to you clearly,

58 so that l may give you an account of my disposition to bring God’s benevolence to this gathering. Life is as is; and it is, as you see it; feelings are where you create them, where you form them. All these things we have nearby; but we aren’t very curious. May your life be, as it should be; an ocean of goodness and beautiful feelings. I was a traveling spirit; one of those souls that long to explore, to know the world; although l didn’t have a vast opportunity, but l wanted to learn to share, because l didn’t know; l hadn’t seen much. Listen, l loved God and l knew that He said: "Open the door if they knock.” But I was a little bit selfish, only a little bit; I must confess. I know well that God always forgives our weaknesses; those ugly things that we place inside us; at times very deeply inside, that make us feel like foolish children; and I stopped being foolish; thanks to God. I travelled a great, but I was born in your country, I was born in Puerto Rico. I went there seeking a dear soul; I knew it later, because I believed in eternal life, in the spiritist philosophy since very small; in my family they were all believers. In order to reassure myself; to wrap up well in the righteous; in the beauty and in all those mixed flavors blessed by God; l kept myself isolated in the valleys and in the rivers. I wasn’t born in the countryside, I was born in that picturesque city of San Juan, very near the “Morro Castle,” and how l enjoyed climbing to the top; the cobblestones and the narrow streets.

59 Those immense long balconies where l thought about how so many, so many lived, asking myself: "Is it possible that they can make progress here?" I left Puerto Rico at the age of fourteen years; l did not fear working. I left in a ship carrying with me some little plants; they were special to me, those small tropical plants. I took good care of them, and when we reached cold places; after my chores on the ship, l covered them. They gave me life when l looked at them; they were a special breath for me; they were my confidants. One day while speaking with my captain, a sea wolf; a man that knew how to live, that was strong; only I knew that inside him there was a good soul, with something appealing. I called him the “Mariner Professor.” He said: "Boy, what are you doing here, on this ship?" For me it was a surprise, believe me; because my first loves were the plants. My mother cured with medicinal plants; plants that grew next to our house. The first remedies were cataplasms, with them inflammations were cured or decreased. Therefore l remembered those aged oak tree so much; in their roots, as the humans, they squeaked in their elderly years. Let me tell you; later in life I returned to Puerto Rico, to look at those old trees. As a youth I did not resign myself to remain there; I wanted to have wings, therefore God gave me those strong wings, the wings of the soul, of my thoughts, of my own feelings. It was what the mariner told me: "Go; there are other worlds.” I was very restless; l wanted to do, but wasn’t able, my hands were tied.

60 I wanted to extend myself, to progress, to know worlds, to know different people. In the island the environment was small for me. I knew that in life there is warmth, there is love, there is cold, there is disdain, and there is oversight. I suffered enough; pain is like a tack that is nailed to us at times, in certain moments of our lives and we shout; it doesn’t matter who you are; the male shouts, the female, the elder shouts, the boy, the mother, the son shouts, because life, yes, sinks tacks into us. Life itself nails them; we mutilate ourselves; we seek the place to step upon them. At times they lash us and we take it, because what are we to do; there are ingrates who even hide the daily bread from us. I cried; enduring badly. I arrived in Argentina and it seems to me, that over there I had some contact with you sister Gilda; those are unexpected things in life; from God. It was about 1759 that I arrived, and you were there. I travelled to the city of Buenos Aires, but I also visited the north of the country; I had family there. I had a great love, a noble soul that I loved and she loved me. She was such, such a good woman; sometimes I think what a shame, what a shame, that our relation was so short in that life. I met her in Argentina, and she gave me a son; but upon having that son she disincarnated. I called the boy Alejandro, for her; she was called Alejandra. My sorrow was that l had to take the boy, to a place to be cared for. I was happy with him; l worked for him. He was intelligent, already at eight years old he spoke to me about the plants. His mother loved the plants; she learned to love them from me.

61 She was a virtuous soul, but life was very difficult for her. I loved her with respect, admiration, understanding, and the joy to live. I loved her as God says one should love a companion. She wanted a son and so did, but I traveled back and forth. She told me: "Don’t worry, we love each other and we have the universe.” I had my elderly mother back home and that saddened me because l was far away from her. I was an only son, but l always took care of her and was concerned. It was my duty and she deserved it, my holy mother, bless her. Well, a widower; I met another good sister, another dear wife; she worshipped her country. She had a very lovely name, Martina; she was a pretty Tina. She said: "I want to meet your mother now, because later maybe we cannot go.” I made the arrangements and took her to Puerto Rico. Blessed woman; Tina took care of my mother; she was good to her. We arrived in time because my mother died a year later. Then we returned; l chose to live with Tina and my small son in her country, Argentina. (Interruption.)

62 Spirit of Eugenio: I was called Eugene. I was born in a town, or better said in a village near God. My mother died when l was born. As you well know, it’s very sad to be an orphan at an early age. My father was a good man; a fisherman. He was also born there and grew up like those men burned by the sun; thus was my father. We lived with my father’s sister; we were a small family of three. When l was three years old, that good aunt that took care of me died. I cried so much! I suffered so much! Her passing was painful for my father and for me. In my childish soul l felt something very strange; inexplicable. Much fear! Dread everywhere; mostly feeling alone at an early age. I repeat this phrase, because being a small boy and looking at so many deserted roads, there is so much confusion and fear; and without having somebody to guide you. Six years passed; and I grew up with nature; speaking to the plants, sowing and receiving beautiful flowers. I had only one purpose in my youth; to be able to offer flowers to my mother that l never knew; I wanted to give her flowers in the house where she lived and where she passed to a better life. What a great, beautiful, and humble soul was the authoress of my days. How wonderful my father spoke of her! Oh! God, how he loved her! Blessed be mother. My mother was one of those souls that go through life leaving a unique, lasting and eternal perfume. My father would often say: "Son, listen to me; you’re beautiful and noble like your beloved mother.”

63 “She was weak; but you’re going to be strong like that tree that she planted, so that you could hold on to it, when you feel frail. It will sustain you and it will be your support and confidant. If you have faith in finding God; that is to say, to find Him in a special place, there He is; although God is everywhere.” My father also passed on. He had been feeling ill and at times l saw him reflecting and tears ran down his cheeks. “Look at the birds in the sky.” “Do not be sad seeking gold.” “Ask and he will give you.” “Seek and you shall find.” “Call and He will open.” My father said that every day; what a great soul my father was. As I said, my dear mother planted a tree at the side of the house; I would say that it was sown especially for me, because l felt so much happiness embracing it. The tree was my best friend, faithful companion of my happiness and sorrows. I was nine years old. Oh! How sad that day! I accompanied my father to his last dwelling, and it was the first time that l shared my worshipped mother’s flowers with someone else. There I left that bouquet of beautiful scented roses, daisies and gardenias, impregnated with tears, love and respect for that great human being that left to a better world. Returning to my lonely empty house; so much solitude! I seemed to hear my father’s voice: "My son, go to the tree; your mother is expecting you.” But is it possible? It is certain; he never lied to me. I walked and saw the branches moving as if someone was hiding there. I embraced that tree; rejoicing, delirious with anxiety, love and consolation. Yes! There was my mother! What happiness!

64 What was she like? Beautiful, beautiful, like the sun. Subtle, fascinating; to perceive her spiritual perfume was a flowery garden. She was like the waves of that benevolent and immense sea that gave me my daily bread. My mother was like the image, with which l had dreamed so often; a loving white little bird, with generous and tepid wings. She lulled me! ¡What bliss! There, by the tree I fell asleep. What a pleasing dream I had! Peace, silence, tranquility; it seemed like all was silent. The birds perched on the tree, sharing with me that unique instant. It was a beautiful spring afternoon; I felt a warm light and the eternal perfume of that divine soul called mother. No longer will l cry, no, l laugh; celebrating that great encounter. How happy I am! Only a few words; "My son, come, approach me; you’re small but strong and healthy of mind and soul, robust of heart, noble and generous. Don’t be afraid, there will be cheerful sunrises and fortunate days, full of hope. You will never, never be alone. Provided that I’m able, God permitting; I will come to this beautiful tree, to enjoy that vivid happiness and to melt our souls in a hug of affection and inspiration. Love your work; fulfill your duties as a human being. Give a hand to the needy and you will be happy. Remember this son; learn to sing and to fly high like the birds. That means to always look up. Take care of your roof and of your orchard." My mother’s words were enlivening and of great value. It was as if they spilled their pure healing essence; injecting energy into my veins so that l

65 could continue mentally and physically stable; with that great mission of a life so very mine. Blessed be mother; now and always!

Monserrate: (Out of trance) In this our world of the living dead, we breathe happiness momentarily; only for an instant; and in a puff it escapes us quickly, but yet it lasts eternally in the other world, in the world of the living souls. Brothers/sisters let’s struggle, work, do charity, and some day, we will savor the quintessence of that cup in the other world; the essence called happiness. Immense rejoicing seizes the soul, under a sky without clouds; while receiving a ray of light called sun; created by God. For the robust soul that achieves it and wants to know the Creator, he obtains it; loving Him in his Infinite Completeness; the soul will be fed by Him. Beloved father; you are a song; my heart will sing with you. I know that if something disheartens me momentarily, we will sing together making me feel joyous. If we feel interior peace, it doesn’t matter what the offense may be; we do not look downward, so as not to see those tiny sentiments; I only look up with a heart full of kindness and forgiveness. I see your smile that is the blessing for humans. Love me, guide me, I want to be useful. Thank you; you gave me a gift, a faculty or a talent. I was asleep; what a happy awakening!

66 Repented spirit: I had lived and loved a great deal; l thought; but it wasn’t true. To live in vice which fills us with mud and buries us alive; without having begun to take the first steps. My feet, sure and agile, were ready to reach the insecure, the plague, and the soot of vice; that’s a tragedy. My feet were too heavy and clumsy to go to you, Father; to hear, to feel you. I wanted to refresh myself in your divine fountain, which is light; and to be blinded with the brilliance of endless goodness, to cuddle in the warmth of your lap. I was despicable, cowardly and conceited. I had taken the last drop of the cup full of vice. I was a repellent, nauseating soul. I cried, shouted, squirmed in the mud of my life. Now I understand that to observe our duties with dignity and principles; you are obliged to respect yourself, fulfilling those duties in the small and in the big matters; in the almost insignificant acts, and in the towering ones. In relation to the feelings; at times it’s almost impossible to carry out duties; referring to you and your fellow human beings; because it is the antagonism of the seductions, of the interests and of the heart. Its victim’s do not have witnesses and its defeats do not have repression. The intimate duty of man is abandoned to his or her free will. The sting of the conscience; this inner guardian of our interior property, notifies them and keeps them in check, but very often it remains impotent before the lies of passion.

67 (Monserrate asleep; begins to speak at 3:00 AM.)

Spirit of Jorge: My name is Jorge, Jorge Saleno. I was born in Spain, near the city of Jaen. Although you may not believe it, l was raised in Germany, and look where I showed up, not long ago; in Key West, Florida. I am a “Balsero”, a homemade tube rafter as others; one of the many refuges in rafts that try escaping from Cuba. I was a young man of twenty- six, yes, barely twenty-six years old. I left with my father for American soil but I didn’t make it, neither did he. How did it happen? Let me tell you: My father was a soldier of high rank in the army of President Fulgencio Bautista. When Fidel Castro took over, my father went to Spain and there he married a pretty young girl from Jaen. My mother is very beautiful; she still lives in Spain; it’s possible that you may meet her some day. Her name is Maria Olga. My father was Cuban; a little vulgar and a bit violent. I was born there, in Spain, and my mother finally left him; she had to leave; she couldn’t endure it anymore. He escaped from Spain with me; newly born; and we landed in Germany. There we lived for a couple of years suffering unpleasantness; and then at last arriving in Cuba. He wanted to return to the island, and he achieved it by faking, and lying a great deal; since I was a Spaniard there wasn’t a problem. My father married a witch in Cuba; a scoundrel, as only she could be; she worsened my life. He was a fool; a big fool; cowardly and boastful.

68 Due to his excessive pride, we suffered very, very much; we even went hungry. I was mistreated by my father’s woman and he didn’t do a thing to stop it. They were despicable; the two of them. The years went by; life goes on. I thought so often about my good mother; how much the poor woman must have cried without me. "I want to see her now!" I said. I was strong and not-bad looking, so l managed; but l wanted to escape from Cuba; that was my dream. I made the raft; it was all my idea; l planned it all. My father didn’t know if he was going or not; he was undecided. In short, l insisted so much, that we both went to sea at night; around eight and something. We didn’t last much time in the water, because there was bad weather; turbulence. What a fatality! It was a black stormy night. He drowned first; but I lasted a couple of hours more. l prayed so much, but I couldn’t hold on any longer; I sank quickly, quickly. You know that it doesn’t hurt to die, it doesn’t hurt; there is some desperation, then sleepiness, a swaying, a silence and an awaking. That is all. Upon awaking I saw myself in Key West, thrown on the street, with a shrieking mob surrounding me. I thought that l was alive, because l touched myself, and looked at my hands. I saw myself dry and well dressed; looking better and feeling very light; and also happy. I felt calm and at peace in spite of all the noise. I didn’t see my father again, nor do I see him now. I don’t know where the devil he is. I am sleepy, very sleepy. I want to rest a little. (Monserrate silenced and continued sleeping.)

69 Spirit of Rosa Leon: Sometimes I went to church. l was bewildered, and l thought too much. I asked God for forgiveness. "How is it possible, that in a temple I am restless? Why can’t l behave?" As a person, I was disciplined enough; I inherited it from my parents. In my good family there were men of law, respectful women and I was the fruit of the union of those capable souls; although with weaknesses. Such was my anxiety, that at times l felt ashamed, and when l went to the confessional, l told the priest: "It’s that right? Now I’m lying or rejecting." Although l knew that l wasn’t lying, because l didn’t sin; but l refused to believe that at that moment l was forgiven; because l didn’t feel forgiven. I wanted to seek that peace, that spiritual stillness that l didn’t, didn’t find in that temple. Little sister Gilda, I don’t want to compromise you. Sometimes human beings are selfish. (Pause, she left.) Spirit of Leyemené: (Spoke a dialect, with some Spanish.) "Well io, I come selfish, well io I tell you, spalevi, later understand and bencie, blessings". Only io is able to tell you that io suffered, experienced in agüilla piquiña eldea, that village, qui nobody but me io knows. Name, is Leyemené, Leyemené. Say it. Leyemené io lived e Yemaica, the boy of Mariet; Mariet, my mother. I mean to tell you this illustrious past, of yesterday. I’m able to say, respecting the seño Lion permits me to say. Yemeni. Yemeni, yes, Yamara. (Yamara, was Monserrate’s spirit guide in the 1950’s – 1960’s.)

70 (Yamara lived in Jamaica, during her last incarnation. She was doctor; a botanist and she shared a previous life with Monserrate. Lovingly we called her, Yamarita.) Spirit of Leyemené: Yamara, the dear daughter of mine. Ye knew Yamara, in those days, the big illustrious past; huge Christian botanical gardens. Her carriage carried plants, for healing. Supplying, healing, and bringing relief; and io servant, servant. I helped, I promised from the estate there. People qui I gave, bread qui I give to the world. (l couldn’t understand too much; the entity at times spoke very low, to it self. I believe that Yamara was the daughter of an illustrious teacher in Jamaica. This entity was a servant to Yamara in a large plantation and that among all, did a great deal of charity using botany; they helped the poor".) Trips with plantains, plants, botany to do charity work, much charity. Tiny to understand that part, so ye know where I come from. You know, they call ye: “My girl”, from other times. (Yamara always referred me as “My girl, I was an adolescent.) Other soul here in the corner, crying, for that son that was, Fernando; he baffles me a little, his life. Magdalena Lavaliere, was his mother, in the past. (Upon ascending Yamara to another plane, the spirit of Magdalena, ally of Yamara, also from Jamaica, took over; they were together in an earlier period. Magdalena entered as guide/control of Monserrate.) Gilda: Of what period do you speak?

71 Spirit of Leyemené: "1749". (Pause; the spirit left.) Unknown Spirit: God’s peace is here. With a sigh, that soul left to plant rose bushes and small plants. I’m not Rosa; I am simply a soul of goodwill that always sat down next to a window to admire God. Our Creator to me is all; I see him in the clouds, I see him in the sun, in the branches of the trees. I was called like you, Carmela. (I am Carmen Gilda.) I suffered, suffered bitterly smallpox; it was the epoch, suffering smallpox, black smallpox. When God gives us something uncomfortable; we are sorrowful but he expect us at the other side of the road, with his floral offering. Now I’m aware of what I achieved. This is very interesting. I was capricious, perhaps foolish, because I was pretty, God gave me physical beauty and I was conceited. I lived in a little town. I want to tell you the story so that you can understand me well; I’m going to tell you. There is a mountain range that unites us, that united us; some small mountains. I am Peruvian, Peruvian wherever l am; Peruvian. (Pause) But now I tell you; my mind transported; my soul, my fantasy went there, but now I’m of the universe. I was born in a little town; it was a village; a path, a road that l want to forget, because of my whimsical ways. You will say: that’s ugly. "That’s a bad feeling", l would say; I must admit it, because it’s the truth. I got black smallpox; at that time there was such shortage, that it left you totally disfigured, because there was no means of treating it like now.

72 Imagine, what a tremendous thing happened to me. I looked horrible; l saw myself and said: "Oh! Nobody is going to look at me, how sad." That occurred in my youth, when l was fifteen, and it discouraged me; I felt dead in life; it’s sad, sad. But there was something in me; vigor, it’s called vigor. "No longer will I have illusions," l said, although knowing that far from that village there was life, light, there was laughter, large cities; because l had read it; l was aware. My good brother was a merchant; he was daring; traveling far and supporting my mother and me. He traveled to the nearby cities to sell. Bringing me pamphlets and mementos; pieces of those places that he knew. I told him:" Some day I will also go too." He reassured me: "Of course, as soon as I’m able, we will go with the mother". Upon getting this serious illness, I remained totally disfigured; but l still had faith. Let me tell you: there is a tiny plant that is called, “Jasmine,” and there was an elderly lady, up there in another village; living in a small mountain. The lady spoke to me; she was a know-it-all; strong spirited and she loved me since childhood. "God gives us pain, but if we have faith, we savor that relief to our ailment." I answered: "But, all has happened to me; the pain, look at the tracks, the scars. What am l? I’m undone, young, why? There’s no hope for me, because when they look at you; they focus on the face, and I don’t even have the courage to let them look at me. Then what can one do that can’t even speak? Or be introduced or show ourselves?”

73 I was always looking downward; until one day, this lady asked: "Why do you walk with your head bowed?" "’I’m afraid that the world will show me repulsion and nausea" She asked: "Do you believe in God?” “Yes, I believe in God”. “Would you dare feel him?” “Would l dare?” “I feel him right now, every moment”. She said: "It doesn’t seem like you feel him.” “Why? “Because if you believed in God, and felt him; you wouldn’t be afraid of nothing. You would see yourself pretty, and you would expect from Him. There are miracles in life; God is miraculous. God is helping you;, what happens is that you don’t see it, but you should believe in miracles and expect from Him.” (Doorbell rang.) I will return to tell you about God’s miracle with me. I am happy. God’s peace is here.

Unknown spirit: We all need direction, for we live in a maze, and in a daze; little thought is given to the soul. Now is the moment to reflect, and to adjust our viewfinders in order to continue on course. Look at the infinite sky; it is a preview of our true home. What is authentic? What is real? What has great value in the long run? All is passing by at a great speed, and we hardly see it. The things that remain are fragile, light, free; the soul remains, the genuine you; moving on to infinity, carrying only love. God is a patient visitor; He is always knocking at your door, waiting for you to let him in.

74 Spirit of Carbó; My last name is Carbó. I lived in “Boulevard Del Valle” where the “Veterans Hospital” is, near "La Perla" and "La Fortaleza" in Old San Juan. My house had an interior patio with an extensive grand old kitchen that always smelled of spices; cinnamon, anisette and firewood; because we made many desserts with corn flour. I liked to sit at the "Plaza of the Doves" to observe as the elegant people strolled by; those were the days of hand fans and perfumes. The swallows arrived; and there was poetry and a flavor of song; a scent of God. People had self esteem, criteria, principles; a longing to want, and to do. You sniffed the sap of the plants, the whiff of the sea. I loved the sea and look intently at it, thinking that the sea liberated us. At night, people gathered at the plaza, they spoke about art, literature, poetry, theater; they shared their yearnings. It was like a ring band that was ready to enter a clean feast of agile hands and fingers; promising to hold a great paintbrush. Critique, poetry and song; never lacking a high hat and a cane and wearing “Saculares” (Long overcoat) and boots, on cool nights. Prodigious shoemakers made shiny boots that supported the imposing gentlemen. Enthralled l traveled to the fields and the valleys; wrapped in their breezes and coolness; harmonizing with them; savoring the fruits. I enjoyed seeing the river washed stones; immense stones where the industrious woman went to wash and air their clothes; therefore the stones were polished

75 Nightingales, Kingbirds; birds serenaded me with their tunes; l felt the presence of God in them. How pleasant the smell of firewood burning in the fields. What l ate was clean and tasty; the prancing of the animals filled me with enthusiasm. The moon with its round face lit the valley at night; I thought the moon was smiling at me. There were glow-worms, and the “Coquí”, (Insect native of Puerto Rico.) There was a mystical stillness; that with the smallest step, one trembled. Seeing in the distance a “Bohío,” (Grass hut) listening to the song of the rural troubadour that was singing to his beloved. Once l wrote a poem to a goat that l cared for. I filled my baskets, my clay pots; sharing with others; observing the wells of pure water that aided man; coffee beans, colorful acorns; all enchanting. Caribbean breezes, humming palm trees. That is to be harmonized in life. Herminia was my only sister and she was an artist; going to the fields collecting sunflowers to paint; saying that the center was the symbol of the seeds. She dreamed of marrying a sailor. Those are tracks of past pains; sometimes they are scars of inspiration where we can feel our own love and joy. I recall the sea and the sky; it’s a single motive, seeing them combined in the distance, it’s only one; unchallenged; God’s treasures; sea and sky. They cuddle; embracing in a roar of love, spreading throughout the world. God’s life cane, because they revolve to look at the sun. The sea will never be solitary or sad, because the sun warms it.

76 Spirit of Octavio: It’s a party of leaves; a party of cherubs intoxicated with happiness. The little plants grew; multiplied and went flying with the wind, hollering with satisfaction, leaving an aura of health. Shaken with honors; honors of faith and hope. I want to cuddle and cover up with our Creator, in an intimate society. Look the stars are there, day and night; fill up with them. In the darkness they celebrate, during the day they hide, yielding to the clouds, but they’re still there. Father forgive me, I want to hear and receive you. The missionary is alive; with the strength and the vigor to mix with the heavenly bodies; they are emblems of light and nature. I want to be part of this party. There are featherlike sheep-hooks on all sides; we feel the wispy puff from all sides; we feel divinity. Missionaries bear large tasks. They make a stop to receive productive fuel and energy from the universe. Their bodies do not suffer because they are weightless; revitalized to give to others; but no, not crumbs, but complete loaves of bread for their brothers/sisters. Sister, in a week you will have more confidence, and a sparkle of luminosity. Don’t allow ugliness to enter into your life; shake, shake it off. (Giving energy passes.) You have to choose between two satchels; one has sorrows, the useless, indifference, boredom, vagrancy and lack of confidence. The other bag contains a purpose to continue on; to continue growing; you choose.

77 (An entity, presented herself spontaneously in my new boutique "SORIM’, which we were opening that morning in Queens, NY. This jolly spirit, baptized the store and a black rag doll too. Casilda said her mother made black rag dolls in Jamaica; and asked me not to sell the doll. Casilda sprayed with perfumed water and left, quickly clients entered. My children were then small and I had left my career for a short time. Below is Tana and her daughter; 37 years with me. Monserrate loved dolls; she dressed them for me.)

Spirit of George: Have you enjoyed it? I was going to ask; but I shouldn’t do it, because I’m very sure that you have experienced that sensation of spiritual lightness and rejoicing that is all peace. What a blessing! You have passed through the turbulent ocean waters of life. You have been tortured by the heat, and you have felt the freshness that the drops leave by touching your naked skin; like valleys without trees; parched, dry from the red-hot sand of the desert; therefore you have felt heat and coolness. You have taken cover under the shade of the tree on the road. Thirsty and sweaty, you have sighed, and the joy has almost drowned you in happiness, because at a distance you see the tree that covered and rescued you. Your heart will palpitate to the harmonious rhythm of the happiness that awaits you.

78 (This entity met me in Madrid in 1989; in an activity for the “Conference of USA University Hispanic History Professors, commemorating: "Encounter of Two Worlds.” Spirit of Calixto: I was from Seville, but l was passing by in Madrid. That afternoon, you and l exchanged some words at the reunion; talking about the wine, and its medicinal properties. I become aware of you; poised and serene during the cocktail party and remained pleasantly impressed by you. After the splendid event I tried getting in touch with you; but l didn’t accomplish it. Later through a friend in New York City, I again inquired, but I couldn’t reach you. I was a widower; losing my wife during childbirth. The same thing had happened to her aunt and to a grandmother. My good and holy mother; with whom I had much affinity, raised my son. That great mother, passed away a year after l met you; and two days after taking her to the sacred cemetery, I passed away. That was barely three years ago. Upon dying, I was quickly aware of the change. I asked: Where is my mother? Now I understand that it was too soon for her; in some cases, souls that cross over need a short time after their passing, in order to be oriented. I didn’t see my mother, but I heard her saying: "Son, you have achieved so much, as a soul.” I recalled that in life, she would always say: "Son, we are so very close.” Hearing her made me think a great deal. Thank God, she is now at peace; soon we will meet. All is well and good! Gilda dare! You are so very capable; only you can give so much on the radio.

79 Monserrate: This soul was a venerated elderly lady that lived in lower Manhattan. She was a spiritualist, a university professor; director of an enormous group of professors and intellectuals with distinct life styles. She was also a priestess. Spirit of Isidorah: I was born in a small rural community and left for the capital thinking: "Do not retrocede.” "Love your soul." Since youth, l was determined to bring relief to the poor homes, to the sad and sick women, to the grief stricken and abandoned elderly, to the lost children and the adolescents. All my followers converted: "To love and to know God.” My name is Isidohra, I was Ukrainian. I identified with my love ones; they were all humanity. I came from a very distant region; there I did much charity, it was like a spiritual balm. I gave energy passes and healing massages. Sister, you still have a little more to go, before we can arrive together at a gate blessed by God. A sad cargo arrived in my town. They were souls that left their villages; they scattered reaching me; they arrived sick and helpless. I had an enormous house with a kitchen of stone and a large warehouse; we gathered them there. The strangers came in a coal ship that was lost; the embarkation remained stalled in a nearby village. We all lived in Ukraine; there were French, Italian and Spaniards; different languages and dialects were spoken; almost all of them had great merits and human values presenting a great face of divine mercy.

80 They were brave; throwing themselves as stowaways in the old ships and in the barges; while making enormous sacrifices. I thank God, that l had large barracks and provided accommodation for them all. Luckily I had a great teacher and university endowments; l was strong and laborious, and helped to build that large house of stone, wood with metals; the house was indestructible. I built it with the aid of a brave traveler called: “The General" He died and I remained living there alone. When a group of the outsiders healed, they all decided to travel to America, with a single and great purpose; only one desire; to learn to exchange ideas of friendship and brotherhood. They were all idealistic souls; and well prepared for the struggle. A last we arrived, as missionaries. We were educators; teaching prayers, botany, and mysticism. We brought dry herbs, ginger, and Manzanilla to prepare teas and potions that helped with the more common ailments of that era. Mixing ointments for injuries, belladonna for inflammations; we were experts, all naturalists. We did much charity; saving bodies and souls. We’re thankful for the divine aid. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw the village; up high on a hill, and the blue sea below; full of life and color. It was lovely to gaze at the sea with its silent and noisy laughter; I felt in paradise with its beauty. A soul said; "Up high the sky smiles, because it’s going to have an exuberant night."

81 Spirit of Benito: I’m Benito. I passed over some time ago, from pneumonia; but my sister died of the same thing, barely three months ago. We both lived in "Little Havana", in Miami. She prayed for me; calling me her white angel. My elderly mother still lives, although sickly. I wish you all, many blessings. There is another soul here that passed away with cancer. He says that your brother Nel had helped him with his advice in his conferences and classes. (Program; “Look Good, Feel Better” of the American Cancer Society.) He says that Nel is fluid; "Light,” that he feels pain and doesn’t complain; that he loves his family very much; that his love is unique, but he is weak, not asking for anything for himself, all is for the others. Some abuse his kindness.

Grateful spirit: I’m a grateful soul of God. His lighthouse is within me and it will always carry me to a safe port. Father, you guided me, illuminated me and didn’t let me fall; for me to serve you, and to love you more. Spirit priest: There is a great deal of peace here. God bless you. Gilda, some day you will write a book. Let’s pray, I am going to mass. (This was a prediction. My first book was published in 2003.)

82 Spirit of Horace: The world is being torn to pieces in a frenzy of destruction; avalanches, tornados displeasure, infectious diseases, carelessness. Every day many depart pitifully confused; disturbed and fearful about crossing over. There is universal disdain without comprehension. It’s a world of bets, me first; it’s all about competing. Lost are benevolence, humanity and dignity. The world howls, the sea is stirred up with anger, like a hungry wolf lost in the forest; it’s a war of passions. If humans stopped and looked at nature there would be respect; then they could share, distribute and love each other. The one that is able to focus, to retain; that’s abundant with peace; which means to be able to wait, he is happy, because he’s not bought, nor sold. His enormous effort gives him wisdom and he can grow in understanding. That’s a gift; it’s a diploma. Sisters, l wish you peace in the notebook and with the paint brush; to do large projects. The colors come, the ideas are born. I would bathe with sweet-basil cultivated by my mother. There are some proverbs that are mine, they are my lullabies; l will share them with you: They are birds singing, they are praises to God: "Make good use of life’s shoe-blacking.” “Let’s shine our own ideals with celestial fragrance.” Our advice to the world: "Share a smile with the sea.”

83 (A period of setbacks in my career.)

Spirit of Diana: I call myself Diana "The Huntress.” I always wanted to emulate her feats; wanting to be a good gardener. I tell you Gilda that you are not finished. Storms, earthquakes, rains and cave-ins will come, but the base remains solid. The grains must be collected with care and with respect. That helps us to step out, of the darkness. There are people like serpents; that want to impact the world, and they pass themselves off as big shots; boasting, without listening. They are giants of vice, of conceit and wickedness; unscrupulous beings. They throw aside whatever is as fresh as a bubbling stream, not understanding that a tent of vice holds them back. These villains, made a box, without doors, to keep you locked in. (Colleagues in broadcasting.) Gilda Mirós, here the town remembers and waits for you. They listened to you, respected you and they supported you; they continue expecting your voice. The laughter of a child is like your soul; a warm breeze is your calm voice that pleases them all. Adorn yourself. You have to seek and launch what nobody else has created. You can have a position of respect and solidarity again. They’re going to give you a spiritual booster; you have a motive. Dare!

84 Unknown spirit: Serenades of lights in the domes of churches that have yielded to battles; and were conquered by the inclemency of time that voraciously dragged with its strength the erect walls already defeated and without strength. The church domes remain serving as refuge to sad disheartened nightingales; those pretty and daring little birds. The birds are cold! They’re afraid but expect tomorrow with much vigor, knowing that their Father already blessed them. Oh! Infinite Creator, give me the harmony to wait with faith for what will spring up from my beautiful daydreams and from your lovely hope. I know that you’re expecting me, to fill my soul with a thousand affections from your blessed charity. Here I wait for you, overwhelmed with bliss and calm. I know that you accommodate us in your grand barge, so we may achieve and win the great battle. Forgive the ill doers, because they are so, so, tiny that they need a microscope to see themselves. God has six fingers; so that they can keep five, and he gives us one. Father, you are Omnipotent. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I have seen a large basket, with wreaths and bows. I think that it represents a great triumph in your life, my daughter. (Days later l was called to do a new radio show; I had the foretold success.)

85 Spirit of Pablo: Pablo is my name; I lived in Spanish Harlem. All my wisdom is from there; I learned what I could, it was street wisdom. Many come from the four corners of the world with a golden dream. Who doesn’t stop over in Harlem: sharing our foods, languages and music. The summer afternoons pleased me; l liked to visit the many stores with different fragrances, and different buds; each one had a divine cake of languages, adventures and adventurers. I arrived in New York working on a merchant ship, but with grief; feeling very sad. On board we were all content with whatever little we had. This is my story: l was young and unemployed; on a beach in a Caribbean port. I came from a small family and had one younger brother, Pedro. My mother and father were believers, they knew about spiritism; almost everyone on the island believed. My parents died relatively young. I worked in a fabric warehouse on the island; my job was to take the material to the cargo ships. The boss died and I was left jobless. In those days we all dreamed a great deal; desiring to reach the great metropolis. Praise God; l got my dream. I left for New York City, filled with faith, good thoughts and hope; believing that all would come from God. A moment ago I heard your son singing: "Free as the wind.” How lovely to be free and light as a leaf in the wind. Who can stop the wind in its frenzy? Only God can. God bless your children and you too, sisters. Remember that by suffering we are redeemed.

86 God supports our soul; giving us the eagerness to learn, and to get out of the deadlock. I arrived in Manhattan, with an elderly man that always told me. "There are few like you, Pablo. l want you to be with me to the very end.” He was very sick and trembled a lot. Brother NeI, l have a musical thought for you because I had the happiness to meet you in the big city, many years ago. I met Nel on 59th in Manhattan, near the Coliseum. It happened like this: I was sitting on a bench with my guitar, thinking: "Gosh, l would like to accompany someone.” That day l had visited some musician friends; they all desired health and the freedom to continue with their music; the troubadours always want that. Suddenly a young man approached asking: "Do you mind if l sit here?" On the bench where I sat with my guitar! I asked in my broken English if he liked music. He responded in Spanish: "That’s my life" I asked about what he did. "’I’m going to a meeting; I’m organizing a group” he said. That interested me; identifying with his soul. I played something briefly and he started humming. I asked where he was going. "I’m going to Harlem," he said. I also wanted to go to Harlem! “Barrio Latino,” of musical contacts; of the Latino, of the joyful! I thought; should l ask or not? The young man had a pleasant face; it uplifted my soul to meet him. He said: “Do you want to go with me?” He knew what was in my heart! How happy I was! That happy moment was like a rosary for me, because I wanted to go to Harlem, I had dreamed it; so I went to Harlem with him. We arrived at a place where a group of people;

87 old and young musicians, gathered. I saw his happy face; he was noble. He left and I remained, playing with the others; joining their group; eventually replacing a musician that left due to illness. I was there until my farewell from that world. Nel, thanks for the favor; your nephew Karym is a soul that came with a mission. He venerates his grandmother. His soul and his love of God are reflected in his smile; there are those that don’t know how to reflect their love of God. We are all flowers from the same garden.

Unknown spirit: I love my lovely garden by the sapphire lake. Do you know who enjoys that view with blue pebbles like the sky? It is my dear soul that just woke up to dance. On this marvelous day say: let’s be happy, leave the fears behind. Unknown spirit: When you feel kindness it lights life; dabbing a touch of love in a garden of evergreens. Let your bright light shine; help carry the torch of love around and then you will feel much better about being alive. Unknown spirit: All this will pass by; worry not. Today is not forever. If you withstand, if you uphold your faith, all your worries will be forgot. Remember, God and you are one.

88 Spirit of Guillermo: I was an unemployed merchant marine, and had lost a dear one. I didn’t have children or a wife. I strolled up and down the port, sitting on a bench, always worrying about working for my daily bread. One day I felt suffocated and anxious; a note in the newspaper caught my eye; it was about old cargo ships. "I’ll go; the idea pleases me,” I thought. At the port I saw an elderly man with a pleasant face; he was a merchant marine and seemed decent. His name was Joaquín; he was a marine cook; there was another man with him. I approached them both, and asked about a job. Joaquín said "I will help you, because we ship out in six days and we need a crew.” For the trip, l carried books, pencils, and God in my heart; becoming a kitchen assistant to Joaquín. On board l began to feel ill, with much pain in .the legs. At night I studied and wrote short verses. Luckily l met a farmer on the ship: "Boy, I see you limping, I see that you’re good worker, very capable. Come to work for me; you would do it sitting down, as door foreman in the countryside; supervising the laborers that work there.” I went to the mountains. His wife was kind; a believer that gave me many gifts. She would say: "Good man, you’re going to find a good soul, to care for, and love you." At last I found her and I left the farm unharmed and joyful. We married on a ship and were happy; thank God. Today I carry a spiritual embroidered white flag darned by me, and stitched by a spiritual brother; that laughs at life when injured. (Monserrate had a vision of beach fruits: "Tagua Tagua" almond trees.)

89 Spirit of Mary: We all climb onto the swings that we create mentally. The fearful souls are slower, but with time they also learn to swing. Brother/sister we should not blame others for conditions that we disapprove; consider and admit that only you shape your world; therefore don’t judge by appearances. What appears objective in your world is an image of your own thoughts. Don’t try to live life like a blaze that burns, but rather like a flame that enlivens. Finally let me tell you that the soul without love is like soap bubbles that bursting disappears, but for the soul with love, life simplifies. . Let’s pray; prayer is like a lighthouse that guides us, harmonizing that energy directed towards us and the world. It’s an illumination, like a powerful bulb that is lit in the densest moments. We turn on the switch in the darkness with prayer. When God puts a gust of light in your heart, it’s time to leave the darkness.

Spirit of Tulipinia: My name is Tulipinia. I always imagined having the strength to be able to fly; I wanted to imitate the birds. Now I know that a good thought imitates the wind, because it flies and reaches very far. Your wings should be light but powerful, while listening to the air from above, not the noises from below. Remember we are one; all united, but each one in their own ecstasy. Our Creator is Illimitable Love and Supreme Intelligence.

90 Spirit of Elizabeth: I saw Nel in Tennessee, during his trip to Saint Jude’s Hospital for children with cancer. My son was hospitalized; he had cancer, now the boy is better, thank God. I was a nurse, but I passed away from cancer; it was a family thing. My name is Elizabeth and l wish to help Nel with his task as a volunteer, helping the cancer victims; I want to carry his satchel. His peace is like a light puff of air. There’s a soul here by the name of Alice, who died of cancer; she had also known Nel in a class for the victims of cancer; and another soul here, wants to communicate; she crossed over only a month ago. Her mother also just departed with cancer, and her grandmother had suffered cancer; this was all hereditary. She; poor spirit, had cancer of the mouth. She tells me that she cried wanting to eat but was not able; she suffered very much. Unknown spirit: God gave me slippers; I’m hopeful but held back by lack of means. God was merciful to me; He loves me; that is why he gave me pretty slippers, so that l may take confident steps; if we’re barefooted, we wound our feet with stones and thorns. With my new slippers I was able to begin, I’m working on that; walking, advancing; I know there’s a sure goal, because God can do anything. He is the best architect, my guide, my lighthouse and my faith. God bless us. (That morning Monserrate felt her legs cold and they ached.) Cover dear Monserrate legs; the cold affects the nerves. Our Creator is universal harmony, faith, hope and charity.

91 Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Spirit communications always surprise me because they are so, so very pretty. I’m happy with these spiritual faculties. It is a marvelous gift from God; an involuntary assertion. God loves me and presents me with His hug as a gift.

Monserrate: In each one of us there is a genteel bud. That bud is called soul or consciousness. In some it’s a symbol of love, duty, respect, sacrifice, equilibrium, values, faith, hope and charity. That’s when we feel that there is something more; that something more is God. It’s his flame, his love and his kindness; what a joy to be like that; electrifying, magnificent, firm. Thus we are capable of touching the mud without getting soiled, being in the trash without getting dirty or among the vicious and respecting ourselves; that signifies so much. Its filial love; love of what surrounds us; of nature, a friend, or of our opponent that is so small because he/she doesn’t know the beautiful world of God. The world of a malevolent is so tiny, it’s like a flea that one wants to step on, and yet we are charitable and don’t do it. God is the only one, that even in those circumstances, does justice. He blesses us, because there is a genteel bud inside us and it belongs to Him.

92 Spirit of Helena: Most precious in life is lightness; the soul that feels buoyant can achieve so much. Lightness symbolizes peace and that is to have freedom of thought. With peace everything flows to God and that is supreme. The world unfortunately, does not want to lose the leftover crumbs; so that others may eat. They’re always trying to hoard everything that they can. It’s very sad; it’s the symbol of selfishness. Charity is unknown to them; they lack conformity and the appreciation of life. They lack the comprehension of God; of the true illimitable love of God. If you know your task; why do you fret? Buoyancy comes to us from God; from Him come the superior principles and the glorious endings. God does not give us anything heavy; what He gives us, we can carry. The best in life comes from the soul. Today I am seeking a clay pot, with sublime and fresh bubbles like God’s unique peace. It’s a spiritual offering for what you long for and harvest Gilda. It’s your crop to throw with a message of love; scattered to the wind. God is Supreme Intelligence; the equilibrium of all in life; without Him we sink like empty stones without life support; God is Divine Consciousness. You have a good notebook of special paints and pieces, blessed by our kind Creator. You have my faith and of so many other spiritual brothers/sisters that love you. Their eagerness to continue, to go on always, is to illuminate the ones that don’t believe in a Supreme Intelligence.

93 These are spiritual thoughts of charity; they are the trails of souls that sung to the world and of others willing to move their wings; because the souls flutter like the birds and can run distances; they are robust in thought. I leave you a bead from my bracelet of spiritual eternal love. It’s a curtain of white beads that when opened, it looks like crystals. The one that finds his place feels blissful.

~te ~ ...... :,h ...... - - -~-~----- Gilda: Psychography is the scripture or drawing of the spirits by the hand of the medium. Monserrate possessed the faculty to write, draw and to paint with the spirits guidance. The above winter scene by Monserrate was painted in oils when she was sixty years old, without ever having studied art; it was spontaneous.

In the above oil painting, she combined three scenes; apparently past lives. Between us there was a strong telepathy; we read each others thoughts; frequently during her final days. The last thing Monserrate did in her present life was to conceive a bilingual children’s book about little ducks and good hygiene.

94 Spirit of Helena: (On the balcony) This is an orchard protected from the sun, with perfect grains; it has grown with many flowers. One must go on with the planting, and with hope. Once, I had something very special; a book: "My Girlhood Memories." It was in a lovely existence in Madrid; theaters, writers, poets, art. In a past life; one day l was very, very tired, but said: "This has to be done.” It was a very cold winter; the cold was disturbing me, but l had my mind and my heart set; and l had a gut feeling: “This will be completed. I will finish it, and it will go to the best bidder." With that determination I finished my project by dawn; got ready, delivered it; yes, I accomplished it and with that I revitalized. Little sister, when one reaches a certain stage after having suffered, and struggled very much confronting life and the circumstances; but still are willing to continue; you’re polished and with great substance. Gilda dear, you will have the means to finish your first book. Now think; when did you ever stop to take care of a little plant or to look at the panorama that surrounds you? No matter how beautiful it was? That moment of observation when you least expect it arrives; that has happened to you. How lovely that God gave it to you. They are all good and beautiful things; free; so that they can be yours. Spirit of Eusebio: Our memories are little boats that come and go. My past memories are tracks, they are company. God provides. I’m going to learn in my own sea; it’s the ocean of my life.

95 Spirit of Carmelo: I arrived here tired because for some time I’ve suffered a great deal of pain. I’m aware of your grievances; I’ve been there before. I was a soul in agony. Now, I ask our Father to help you. Gilda, l respect your conformity, your feelings; you wanted to do your book: "But it’s incomplete." you said: "It has to be well done, because the one that buys it; deserves it.” On the radio, you always did a lot of good. People simplified their lives, took better care of their children; mothers listened to your programs to learn. You’re a Good Samaritan, therefore I want to help; it’s an assistance to you from God. Monserrate, I call you "White Soul,” because you’re her sheppard. God works miracles; expect the doors to open for you; God’s able to do anything. Thanks for the prayer of the fallen. Peace. Unknown spirit: (Singing) "Songs of May; of the Holy Cross, of the Holy Cross.” “They were beads from my necklace, from my necklace.” I would stay away from the multitudes, to find myself. Gilda, l heard somebody once speak of you favorably. I was glad without knowing you, but then I met you; and today I’m here; that’s life. I also come with a desire to help you; yes, I want to give you a hand. Try, try all over; without hesitating; get to work. I’m looking at a soul painted rose colored from head to toe; shining. He says that he comes in peace. I want to reach God; I want to speak with God. This spiritual brother tells me, that he will let me know, when that will be possible.

96 Spirit of Joaquin: I’m Joaquin Montero. My mother Venezuelan, my father, Puerto Rican, and I was born in old San Juan. My good grandma was Spanish-Venezuelan; she was a devoted believer, a Christian-spiritist. We moved to the town of Mayagüez, near nature, to the countryside. I loved music and the countryside. I believe that plants are the wings of nature. I’m just passing by; when l get up there, I am going to laugh very loud. It’s been barely two weeks since I went down a precipice in Puerto Rico. My death was an accident, but since I believed in the spirit world that helped me. I was happy playing the guitar, singing, I loved life; I liked to party, but, l was also charitable. My music picked me up from bed; it filled me with energy. Music is God’s medicinal drink. My music comes from God; he directs me, he is my conductor. God’s men know affection; we love. Praise God! This is an immense gift from our Father. To come here today! To be able to speak! I feel light, happy. I see a luminous white path. I cannot speak anymore, good-bye. Monserrate: (Singing, still in trance.) "God bless you in this life and in eternity. You are the sweet life; the sweet life, full of charm and lucidity. You guide me; you are consistency, light and patience. You represent freedom.”

97 Spirit of elder: The same sun of yesterday, today and tomorrow; the same one that illuminated and warmed the day that l was born. I have lived ninety years, almost a century. Oh! Radiant sun that gives me warmth; young sun of today, of yesterday, of tomorrow; tireless sun that shines and adorns itself to kiss the children, the mothers, and all the souls. Oh! I’m not wrong; you heat with your rays all mankind, which are my brothers. You carry upon your shoulders, this poor old man that you illuminate and warm. Oh! Sun that enraptures me; l want to think, to love, to sing, to dream and to be as you, a young sun. That horizon will be eternal youth. I feel young because I kiss the sun. Green is my hope; blue is my inspiration. I am young with ninety years; because I feel young. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) The sun is sleepy, because it’s exhausted and it’s going to rest. It’s the weariness of the sun that is tired of shinning and wants to take a break. It will return with regained energy, to supply and to warm. Then I saw myself sitting on a little bench in a park, looking at a pretty parade passing by. It was like a march of musicians, and they were all happy, cheerful and lively. I was sitting peacefully watching them while they paraded; singing and playing their instruments; that seemed to me like long flutes. They all looked very sure of themselves, confident; with a high level of energy; they glided by, not touching the ground. There were also sparkles or sublime vibrations from the universe; all of them were beautiful and joyful.

98 Spirit of Martin: Gilda read a short prayer daily, an axiom, or do a meditation; mix with the well being of the world. You use to seek them in books, and read them on the air. (I began my radio shows daily at 10:00 A.M. with a meditation. Monserrate suggested it, over twenty-seven years ago. My listeners called it: “The Magic Hour" (It was a total success.) Today those thoughts are within you, because you have felt them; because they have come from and through you. The world heard those messages attentively; you were a preacher in the media. You still have many things pending with life; it’s not a showcase, it’s a reality. They’re buds willing to open; you feel well. (I felt peaceful.) That is why I’ve extended myself, so that you may perceive God; because without God you’re not able to perceive my essence. Begin the prayer by being at ease; one must be at ease to receive God. On the radio you interviewed your guests; "What do you think?" They answered you gladly; it’s so wonderful to harvest together. You’re going to feel lighter in time; there will be a future terrain free of thorns and harshness. I’m Martin; l was given the name of a great saint. Give your cause to San Martin of Pores. It’s lovely to feel; and to know that you’re clean; it’s like a glass of water when the thirst is suffocating; its clear water that refreshes us. It’s a lawn in the morning or the crest of the great waves. It’s a night of stars; it’s God’s whisper. I like harps. Hallelujah to the Father! Jesus is my best friend.

99 Spirit of Mary: I am Mary or Maria; whatever you wish to call me. I cleaned the offices at WKAT Radio; yes, there, in the radio station where you worked for a while. I was from Tampa but with Cuban parents. I limped as a child because l had polio, and l suffered plenty, but they gave me lots of therapy and I finally learned to walk well. I had an education and wanted to be part of something important. I longed to accomplish, to progress, and I achieved it, thank God. In that popular radio station; then in English and in Miami Beach; I met important people from all over the world. I learned very much from the greatest celebrities that visited the studio to be interviewed; that was years ago. I like to use the word, ringlet; ringlet of peace and love, ringlets that beautify; l used ringlets to adorn myself. Georgina was part of our group; she cleaned the building, the offices, and the studio. That was a classy radio station; famous and unique. Georgina and l; we served coffee, water, etc. to the guest artists, and we made friends with them. Georgina also gave massages and even travelled to Europe with an artist that invited her; she was dearly loved by all. They also took me on trip and I remained working for an artist, in her house; they treated me very well; they loved me. I traveled, learned, and I was happy. We’re the tasty pulp from God’s fruit. Gilda, a soul; a writer, present here, leaves you a special ballpoint pen for your writings. He says that the great travelers never tire, they have three soles.

100 Spirit of Professor Virgil: Born in the north of Spain; l was Basque, and an only son. When my mother died, l was thirteen years old and remained with my father that was a ship builder; therefore we always lived near the sea. I always remember that the souls, like the birds arrived at San Sebastian. I loved life; I sung to the birds, to the ruins, to the sun. In my youth I traveled throughout that region and rejoiced with it; l was fascinated by nature; the plants, botany; l was a naturalist. I also had a good assistant; her name was Theresa; she was an angel that inspired me and helped me with my botanical investigations. I liked to play the guitar, but l was also a lawyer. I studied law to help the townspeople, and I achieved it; serving the abandoned poor. Later on l became a law professor. I had the happiness to live in Seville eight years, and I was happy in that city; thank God. You will have your musical specials sister. I have a mystical thimble to embroider with, without injuring myself and I am leaving it to you, Gilda. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Gilda my daughter, remember that many small doors made from chips can become a great door. Ask for brilliance for your wings, because when one fills up with God, nobody can empty you. Your forge can distill the fractions of your life.

101 Grateful spirit: I’m distraught; I don’t want to stay; I want to walk and run. I know that it was benevolence directed toward me. What did you do to me? I remember being carried on a stretcher, but now l can walk. You are good to me. I see here a great gentleman; Nel, they tell me that he is called. "Follow him", they told me; I came with him. “Wait; in a short while I will see you, wait.” First, l ‘m told to say: "Amen, amen, amen.” I felt pain; but I’m no longer in pain. Nel, many thanks; but I must leave. Nel, l don’t have to go to the hospital; is that right? A lady here says that she is going to give me Malva. What is Malva? Amen, amen, amen. Nel, I felt a terrible pain, but now I feel relieved. They told me that I had cancer and it frightened me. Why is it they’re telling me now; that I don’t have anything? It’s like they gave me a refreshing bath. I am a little confused; but I was looking for Nel. Is Nel a doctor? No! But now they have cured me. How is that possible? You know that a strange thing has happened to me; I was put to bed with pain but l no longer have it, now I don’t have pain. Amen, amen. I must leave; they’re expecting me. (My brother Nel, and my mother Monserrate at 88.)

102 Monserrate: Today I felt fear; those are gusts from another life. The fires in the news this morning frightened me. I had a vision, a terrible thing; there was a large warehouse on fire. I was inside the warehouse and felt the heat from the flames. Where was it? I don’t know. I know that it happened to me as a little girl, but l don’t remember anything else. Yes, yes, that is inlaid in my soul; it’s part of my past; I must get rid of it. I want to leave the fears, leave the weakness of fear. Father I want to serve you, so, that I may help others. Forgive my errors, my fears, my offenses. Spirit recently deceased: I have a difficulty, I’m confused; I was in that hospital room for a while, and then I went home. Later I left with you. Now I feel like I’m walking in slow motion and l can’t find what l seek. A voice said: "Monserrate lives here.” “Pay attention; you’re already healed.” I can’t find my house, l don’t see it. I recall that l went to the hospital very, very sick. I’m cowardly like Monserrate; and that’s the worse; fearing the shadows. A friendly soul tells me that I left the hospital without pain but disturbed; I went to the hospital very sick and there my heart failed. I love God, and when one loves God, they say, the doors open. I hear a sweet and eloquent voice; "Come with me.” She says that they will help me; they sympathize with me. I knew that spirits existed! Spirit of Helena: "Sister, come with me. Spring will end for you with a new world.” We’ll assist this soul that is fearful. Whatever I have inside, whatever I’ve kneaded;

103 God is going to give me the happiness to knead more and to share it with you. Monserrate: Oh! Tree, moving your bare branches; the leaves, were weak, pale; dry leaves. Yesterday they were fresh, strong leaves; green as hope, with brush strokes of gold; your leaves were young. It’s the autumn passing by my window; leaving sorrow in me. My dear tree, I have learned a lesson; l compare you with the souls; they also live their autumns. They’re born and leave as weak, dry and pale leaves; to return robust when they know the paradise of eternal life that’s God. Oh my tree! In the fleeting, when seemingly nothing exists; your seeds are silent. They are seeds of faith; count them; they will never abandon you. My dear tree, you’re attire is hope; you have divine sap within that is life, its peace and love. My tree; you’re beautiful, because you have been created by God. Protective spirit: Buoyant as a leaf, free as the wind, thus you are Monserrate; lacking nothing, and with the abundance of all because your soul is willing to be filled with God. With his mercy, vitality, faith and approval; and those are the moving forces of the world. When we seek God in stillness, we’ll always find His splendorous attire with exquisite clothing; woven with threads of equilibrium, love and support for us. Monserrate: We see ourselves as old trees; but we are robust trunks grafted with loves and hope; prepared to receive the grain that He gives us. With this beautiful attire that he gave me l wish to dress up.

104 Spirit of professor: Sister, one must learn to put the commas and the dots in their places in our lives; because the comma symbolizes a pause, but to continue, while a period or dot is the end, and in life we have commas and dots; one must learn well to distinguish the one from the other. The first instrument or paintbrush of the painter is the mind, because there the idea is born. Upon giving a brushstroke one must be sure that all is perfect to be able to finish your canvas and to continue with your other works. That also can be applied to life. Praise God. Unknown spirit: I’m feeling the fresh air on my face, while in the meadow. Today I’m asking you to forgive me sister, because I did you harm, pursuing you; forgive me Gilda. Now I know that you are sowing goodness; it is a pretty and happy honeycomb that will give you very much honey. Many hustlers approached you; ungrateful beings. They thrashed me, crushed me; they took away my will; all that annihilates, leaving you disheartened. Man’s evil erodes; wickedness is a leprosy that disintegrates the bodies. God defends you when you ask for help, with sincerity and faith. His powerful hand helps you; it happened to me. Thank God. This is a good day for me, because I’m sitting on a swing swaying myself on a hill, and I owe it to your sister Helena, and to the spiritual guides. Thanks to the good souls here; it’s bliss, real happiness.

105 Monserrate: (Out of trance.) The pebbles in my road, although they are stones, shine. Gilda, they tell me, that your voice is a bell, that penetrates and it’s heard far away. (I was dubbing Mother Angelica’s voice from English to Spanish for radio and global television programs.)

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Unknown spirit: (Telepathically to Gilda) Once more l come to you in harmony; bringing my song of love. May all your wishes be granted; may you feel the grace of God. Focus your eyes and soul on your mission on earth; on your divine goal. Let the warmth of the spring air; invade your spiritual senses, lifting you to a higher realm; where man and beast dwell in a loving embrace, looking foreword to the next plane; striving together to reach the All-Knowing Creator. Oh my dear, if you only knew what awaits us, how happy you would be; it’s a constellation of wishes coming true; energizing our souls, moving us afar. Do not despair when things are slow in earth time; there is a divine rhythm, a virtual stride in progress taking place; that will materialize your thoughts and thus results will surge. Do not go against God’s will; He knows best what we need; knows our weaknesses and our woes; all you can do is, go with the flow. Someday the reason will be disclosed.

106 Monserrate: How have I lived so many years? How is it possible, Father? Today I am eighty-three years old. What a ton of life! I ask myself; is it true? I have really lived for so long? Yes, Father, it is very true and thanks to you, I can still write, my mind is clear. How good you have been to me, good God. Today with my slow walk; l I’ve had to stop to thank you for your kindness Father. With your love and your eagerness always helping me to go on; stooping and stopping; guiding me, not knowing how; but without fear of falling, because you’re with me; I thank you good Father. Spirit of Christopher: Much happiness, sister Monserrate. I greet you on this day. From the balcony l can see the lights of the city and the bay; it’s all so very beautiful; it’s a picture to wear. I’m a white swan that belongs to God, in a small stream; bringing you the best from the sea, from the water. Porcelain is a symbol; it’s a collectable. I sought and bought porcelain; being a pawnbroker. That pretty swan that l see out there in the bay; reminds me that I bought a very similar one made of ceramic, in a store of antiquities. I bought it, washed it, looked at it, and cherished it. I wrote a poem and a story about it; thinking: what a good soul the artist must be that design and created it. I inspired others to be like the swans. I taught many to exceed; to lead immaculate lives, with the whiteness and the elegance of the swan. It’s curious, how a small swan could have so much importance in my life.

107 This one feels so happy in that piece of water. Sister, be a swan. May your vitality be high, with lovely passions; white, wise passions; achieving heights like towers, bell towers; to sweeten and to acclaim humankind; listen to the harmonic song growing louder; all this happens when your soul is light.

Unknown spirit: (Telepathically to Gilda) Good morning, the time is near when you will be able to concentrate and elaborate an unusual task. We on this side are counting on you to finish what you started and were unable to complete; “A testimony to life everlasting,” showing that we are able to communicate from the real life, where we are; to the unreal world; where you are. This is a huge task and it will take much time and effort, from both parts; with the grace of God, it will be done.

Unknown spirit: Autumn is a theatre with many reasons to act; the leaves silently falling wrap our souls with verses and wings; entertaining us. Nobody sees the director, but he is out there doing a wonderful job. Let autumn come to you, caressing you with its wild flowers, bewitching fantasy of color, and smiles. Listen to the joy of the wind; smell the breeze with the scent of a flower mist, and soon your cares will seem like pure nonsense.

108 (I had the happiness to produce and to present, the last concert of the Sonora Matancera of Cuba with Celia Cruz, and other stellar artists, in Carnegie Hall, and the Central Park of New York City. The concert for my public; was free, in an open air setting and it was a historical event. Early in the morning of the first concert Monserrate and I prayed and before leaving for the activity we receive a visit.)

Protective spirit: The things of great importance are not the real ones; the small ones in appearance govern our destiny. We forget easily the good, and the graces of God and his blessings, and only remember whatever brought us suffering. If we think carefully, we’ll easily recognize the daily favors received without, usually requesting them. Our sin is ingratitude. Day to day we should be conscious, of what we receive daily. We should give thanks to God for his kindness and love toward us. Little sisters give thanks to God and all those good souls for their superb touch of blessings; for the ideas and favorable inspirations that they have suggested. For the one that has faith, hope and the purpose to do charity, all is obtainable; therefore one must praise God and the spiritual entities. The phrases and long words are senseless and useless, only expressing this: "Thank you Father and good spirits, for the inspiration.” It’s a sincere impulse and a sentiment we experience when there is faith and gratitude. With that it’s sufficient so that God and those good souls recognize your humility.

109 That reconciles their love for you; giving the goodwill entities an impetus. They, with their progress and sympathy, spray us with a rain, sun and freshness of ideas, so that the multitudes can evolve, learning to have faith and to thank God. This lesson will open the path for your triumph, and for your merit as a messenger. You don’t swell with pride, but you do splendidly well for the world that suffers. This is called gratitude for the success of a good idea. The conceited miser, the erroneous and the arrogant, attributes it to himself without having merits; thinking he deserves it, without being certain. But you don’t have a pedestal, only God gives man his place. You are humble, sister, Gilda, having learned to see them all, as they are and penetrating through that marsh of foul flies. Your faith elevates you over them, blessed be. (The three concerts were successful; thank God. My first book; “Celia Cruz and the Sonora Matancera, "My Best Radio Interviews" was a result of those experiences; some pleasing, others unpleasant.

110 June, 1989. (As you see below; Monserrate psychographed a message inside the program book for the Celia Cruz and Sonora Matancera concert at Carnegie Hall, New York. On opening night; l presented the show suffering from laryngitis; but somehow I managed to exclaim: “What you desire; you can achieve!” It was recorded in the CD of the concert.) A protective spirit wrote: "Blessed is your exemplary mission as an artist.” Repeat this Gilda: "Give me strength Father; making me robust of spirit. Give me solidity and rectitude; both spiritually and materially. May that lighthouse and sun within me; be more vivid each day. May my spirit, my inner self, my soul, feel God’s infinite love; “What you desire, you can achieve!” with Consciousness of God. You little sister, were swayed in that great swing of loyalty, sympathy and compassion, so that you could graduate. Our Creator is extremely kind and infinitely loving; bless you Gilda, your children, and your mother. Say: “Dear Father, for your mercy, we thank you. Oh! My all powerful God, preserve my soul and body healthy to serve you; now and always. “

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111 (During three concerts, I had tremendous grief, and lost my voice for a while; needing surgery. Liars deceived me and also appropriating the concerts’ audiovisual products. It was all very difficult.) Protective spirit: Leafy hills and singing streamlets; the scent of recently cut fresh grass; flowers and fresh fruits laughing with the radiant sun that showed its fat round face like a golden cookie. For me to breathe and to live in those moments was like frenzy. I saw dancing silhouettes that tossed their complaints, grievances and unhappiness into the sea. I told them why not celebrate together my celestial clamor of restless frivolous joy? This is happiness; listening to our Father; everything here is splendorous, positive and passive. There is no reason to be sad and anguished. Sister Gilda, many times we’re amazed and with sadness ask ourselves is it possible that this is happening to me? But alert and with absolute faith, you know; you feel it, and calmly wait for it to pass quickly. Then redeemed and with another focus on your past and future; you will continue your work, saying: “it’s my work, badly begun, but very well finished. I’m very aware that I’m an acclaimed and happy soul. Never defeated; I am capable; yes, I know I’m learning. I have grown, suffered, and even believed lacking strength to endure; I disintegrated, and at times did not understand the reason for this reality, nightmare or dream; l wanted to wake up. Today I’m awake and accept my daily life as a sentence. It has been a slow learning process of suffering but here I am, and I will go on.”

112 “Oh! Sadly I felt my steps weaken but forward I continued with courage and not with fear. I believed myself capable, and with strength in my arms and back to maintain the roof that was falling over my head. Blessed be Father, and all my dear brothers and messengers from this life and others past. We will all make this arduous and long journey; with many applauses, laughter and joy from our Father.” Other protective spirit: Dear sister. Think; I saw primitive faces, masks; frightened, ignorant, aggressive, and l asked myself; Why am l here; for what reason? You alone know it Father. I’m almost sure, and I’m about to realize it; I will reach a comprehension. I was abused, robbed and swindled, without mercy, by delinquents and hungry wolves in that business of lies and deceit. But I go on, I go ahead, a thinker with fresh ideas; my very own. From this jigsaw puzzle I’m going to do a unique piece with respect and dignity, for the ones that have already passed; and for the ones that are still in this world struggling. How delightful to be at peace with yourself and with your neighbors! Promise yourself, sister; say it: "I want to sign a contract with myself; because of my ability, my comprehension, my sincerity with my profession, and my spiritual singularity in this last phase of my life; I’ve passed through the narrow door so many times; but life is stimulating for me. I’ve had to learn to hang on to the hooks, in order not to fall. I will go on! Glory to God! I am prepared and determined to comply with my test. I have not yet finished this journey; but there I go; and I will be victorious.”

113 In February of 1990, l received a magnificent work offer from Miami. I accepted, and we moved to South Florida. I began my new radio program on FM 92 on April 23 1990. A couple of months later Monserrate received a psycographed message in English for me. The unkowned spirit author was never identified. This precious message confirms once more the communication between two worlds and my mother’s extraordinary gift.

TO GILDA WITH LOVE AND PEACE:

A diversity of creative talent can be used and promoted to win your recognition, from your cotemporaries. You will not wish to be tied down to mundane of routine involvement, but you will look for greater issues and wider areas of life in which to develop your talent. As a result, your love life and social participation can be more than usually interesting. You may traverse unknown territory for part of this year and gain wider understanding. Your career or business prospects can be dependent on the way you develop your creative acumen. Many things you have dreamed of may be realized in concrete form during this year. Your practical mind will keep you attuned to opportunities for increasing earnings and promoting means to secure material security. Much may depend on your intuition and sense of timing. Speculation can pay off, once you have established guidelines and are sure of your facts.

114 Travel should give you a lot of pleasure. Look around in a wider circle than up to now, and enjoy the sights.

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115 Monserrate: I am recalling a past life; perceiving that it was dusk among palm trees. There is a house with a great deal of pasture and many trees. I was isolated with my happy thoughts; a favorable environment. Yes, I was in my house, in a rocking chair in the balcony. I remember clearly that my dress was pink, and that l had a rose in my hair, that someone had just brought me as a gift; at that moment. My hands trembled, and suddenly I experienced a sensation of joy and enthusiasm; I heard laughter. (Pause) It was not precisely the rose that stirred me, but the person that brought it; a young man that l had met several days ago, and now he was bringing me a present; a rose. That flower brought me memories of a previous lifetime; instantly I remembered that I had been loved intensely and planned a beautiful grand wedding, but it was not performed because the groom had an accident, and died a week before the wedding. l kept repeating: "Yes, yes, one dies of grief.” It was like a puncture to my heart. The following week I left for the world beyond, seeking my beloved. "I went looking for my beloved but I lost him completely from view.” “I didn’t find him; he was blocked from me.” Praise God; at that precise instant, spiritually I recognized that young man that had brought me the rose; it was my dear beloved from the previous life. Like before, he was now a physician, and he played the piano; he loved music. I understood! That noble loving soul had returned to this world again; arriving with the same yearnings. The young physician communicated with me, with the gift of the rose.

116 He let me know that it was he; returning to finish what he had started long ago.

(On the balcony looking at the bay.) Protective spirit: Never regret your past mistakes; the past passed and it will not return; the present is your goal. Today loosen your fasteners and you will be free to reach your sailboat. Be brave; navigate, dare, and put into action your oars. To dare is to seek God. Explore and you will succeed; it’s best to say: "How well I did it" and not: "How cowardly I was.” Unknown Spirit Let it be God’s will. We are all your godparents; I hid but, at last they accepted me in their group. Don’t let anybody trouble you, because you have a big heart; and you have something that must be cared for. There are surprises! There are seeds about to sprout, to germinate; and there are many strands of thread to exalt them. Gilda, it’s a very precious file that you store. (Radio/TV interviews with great artists.) They are strands from your yarn. I leave you a parchment with good projects. You have grown a great deal; you are going to achieve it. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I want to be a sea of small crystals; on where to gently stroll and gaze; enjoying it, but not sinking. My positive thoughts engulf me, inviting me to dance; like the tireless breeze that is agitated.

117 My Sister Helena Arizmendi.

During the year two thousand, for many reasons I couldn’t take the customary notes of the many beautiful communications from the spirits, plus some of them were lost during our change of residence; something that l lament because it was a very significant year for all. On that millennium December a very loving spirit that identified herself as Helena; communicated with us for the first time. Her kind, tender and loving manner captivated all of us since the first encounter. Monserrate and I talked about how this enlighten spirit of goodwill, manifested in her messages an ardent desire to protect and to help us with our daily lives and in the pursuit for spiritual advancement of our family and humankind. Spontaneously Helena came to visit often, as a member of our family. The readers will observe the great affection that united us with Helena, and they will notice her great devotion, affection and concern for our family. At first we did not know the reason for this great spiritual love and the mutual happiness that we felt when she approached. At the right moment, the spirit of Helena told us the reason for that affection and affinity. With this important event we confirmed the survival of those who are dear to us; apparently lost; absent but present; and the certitude of one day joining them. We all have an enormous extended spiritual family in the universe, and when God allows it, they manifest themselves. This happened to us. Skipping the first lost messages; this is the marvelous story of souls in evolution. GM

118 Spirit of Helena: Today I will begin with my past experiences that are filled with God. He has given me the subtlety to conserve those memories. You, Omnipotent Creator, told me: “Do not abandon them; they are your children, your anecdotes, your journeys.” Gilda, now you say: "I have so little. Now I’m going to utilize my capacity and see how to correct that.” I heard the voice of our Father that answered you: "You will achieve it.” You will feel hopeful and with faith you are going to achieve it; you will publish books. We know well that this world is broken down; it’s in bankruptcy of feelings, because of its selfishness, its torments, vanity and vagrancy, and for not having the strength or will of avoiding the precipice. God gives us notices daily, but we don’t pay attention or listen; it’s all about the love of false money. Peace does not have a price; it cannot be bought. The satisfaction of peace is magnificent; you cannot stop the yearning and the hope. With calmness all is conquered, because being serene is to have peace; its tranquility and its faith. The great conquerors feel strong but buoyant, with internal peace. Think that you’re free to conquer the world. Go up hill, up the knoll with a small bag pack on your back, saying: "This must be finished.” Learn to pass near the fire without being burned. You have faith; have more faith; learn to walk in God’s trail and you will never stumble.

119 A LOVE STORY! Spirit of Gustavo: Wild flowers from the fields that a powerful hand cares for; hands with the smoothness of infinite velvet. Do you know what infinite is? It’s all that’s beautiful, all that’s noble, truthfully, the Omnipotent; it is the echo, the breeze, the air that you breathe; the fragrance of the petal to be born; it’s the health of the patient, the light that illuminates the blind, and it is morning dew. It’s a blue lake with the color of the sea, its life, its dawn, it is a celestial harp, it’s the angel’s hymn so sublime and celestial; it is the song of human beings with affinity, that work together. United they are all happy and smiling knowing that God will help them to lift those stones; and they will go on beyond the path of life to achieve their celestial goal, where faith is progress; peace, calm and loyalty; the illuminated path of this spiritual work. I call myself Gustavo. Father you are Unique, Infinitely Omnipotent; all love and compassion; bravery of the weak, fragrance that intoxicates, giving life and charity. Oh my Father; thank you and save me from drowning! I’m going to sing to the flowers and dedicate it to you. You’re the timid violet when caressing and kissing; later becoming arrogant like a lily; leaving in your perfume the gift of a good soul that cuddles; kisses and longs for me. My love; you’re a rose that carries in your petals a whole wreath; that was a child’s love; two soul mates. You’re a thought for the sleeping poet, expecting to wake up and snuggle in your nest; to praise God together; thanking Him for our mutual understanding and everlasting love.

120 "My Blue Night" (Monserrate’s eternal love.)

Spirit of Gustavo: Her name then was, Violet Terreza. She was my great love, my beloved one; and she was happy. I would call her: "My Blue Night" She had so much and I had so little, but my soul belonged to her. My beloved one was capable of everything. She laughed frantically; laughing, laughing Violet carried the fragrance of the roses and the lilies. She carried a fan made of feathers in her hand. She was the muse; my white muse, with an eternal faith as the soul. Divine was the night; love, music and laughter. Your hair floating; you my dear queen, love of my life, star of my heavens. You are all in my life; my dreams, my affections, my today and my tomorrow. God created you clean and pure of soul, so that l would love you and never, never forget you. I fear to lose you again, from my life. Do you understand me, my angel?

Spirit of Gustavo: Have you called me? Here I am, divine sister. What do you want to tell me or for me to tell you? If that’s what you called me for; let’s begin right now. Yes, yes, before our souls darken.

121 I have wings like blessed doves. Messengers of love and sincere peace unite us with beautiful multicolored serpentines and with a chain of orange blossom flowers and beautiful beads; that appear to us like delineated crystals; shining so immensely that once you look at them; you could never look at anything more beautiful ever again. Come, come; approach me.

Monserrate: You are my leading man of lineage and subtlety. Dismissed from this small world which we inhabit; from this cold tomb that is life. Here are the ones that are disguised of happiness; of a hollow happiness, like clowns; happiness without hilarity or laughter. Happiness that anguishes and confuses; toward a dry and materialistic road. Each individual has his own song and no teacher can teach him; no rule of phonetics can do the wonder to make him sing it perfectly. The music is in the heart. They are songs of memories and of our own experiences.

Spirit of Gustavo: I imagined you at a distance; knew you before you were born, because we were travelers on the same path; awakening on the same soil. Nighttime frightens me and daylight does not arrive. Moon that angrily glooms without caring about my sorrow or sadness for having being born;

122 I’m sorrowful for having loved the insecure, the imperfect, the rough, and the scorched. I want your hand to guide me and to light my way with that beacon from your own lifetime, adorned by illumination, joy and advancement. A light coming from kind, tender and benevolent souls that like sweet messengers bring fresh, pure air that comes from God. Music and laughter also help; conveying infinite loves. Now I want to be reborn, to live an enlighten life with you. Thank you, Father for granting me this sublime opportunity to express myself. God’s peace is here, dear ones; now and always. Paris is a city of lights of romance and poetry; of restlessness and also of music. What a great city. Do you know of her? There I was happy; loved by my muse, with the fragrance of flowers. I was poor, not of spirit, but of the miserable money. Society didn’t accept me; what ignorance. I had so much luminosity, more than l could hold. For them gold, silver, silks and precious jewels; were life and joy; it was wealth and poverty. How poor they were; how fortunate and wealthy l felt because l and my beloved knew God. She was wealthy; in gold, silver, silk and precious jewels, but she was also rich in soul, kindness, nobility and pure sentiments. My beloved had everything and she deserved it; Oh, beautiful goddess of my loves! We met; it was love at first sight; we loved each other without yet even meeting. I felt like a poet because l expected her; she was my guide.

123 My good friend; that at times gave me to eat and warm clothing when l was cold; invited me to that grand party. I was very poor and to be poor in Paris is very sad. The friend said that l could attend, but only from the terrace where l could contemplate the dancers and listen to those violins that pleased me so much. That was a party of the wealthy and I was poor, according to them. What a blessing to be able to go to that social gathering. Something told me that my great love was near. It was a clear night, full of stars; the moon shone and it seemed to laugh because it was in love. I gazed at it, but didn’t feel jealous because I was also happy and in love; of whom? I didn’t know of whom, but I felt the love in me; poets are always in love; but that night was somewhat special. The soft breeze told me very patiently: "Give me your cheeks, you will feel the red-hot kiss full of love here in your face.” The fortunate guests began arriving; ladies and young men elegantly dressed. They began to dance in the lighted parlor. I was happy, almost dozing listening to the music, but I saw something that wrapped me in an ecstasy; I remained mute, motionless; I saw her! There she was, draped in blue tulle; her blue eyes, her precious face; her elegance, her poise and figure; the aura of a good soul. I saw her restless; seeking, looking around for something. A young man invited her to dance. How well she did it! She seemed like an angel. l felt jealous; jealous that a man held her in his arms; while saying to myself: "Beloved one I worship you.” “Here I am, looking at your hands as pink as flower buds; I want to hold them in mine.

124 I want to love you tonight, my blue night, just in case tomorrow it’s gray. For me every night will be blue. Come to me, my little one; let me love you and together we will praise God.” The music ended. She needed fresh air, life, to cool down outside in the terrace. I saw her excuse herself from the young man. She was walking towards me, yes walking in my direction. I was happy and at that moment my heart sung to the clear and serene night. Looking at her for an instant I could see her face closely; that dear face that inspired me in my sleepless nights, and in my songs that were for her. I didn’t know how to approach her; l was fearful. I looked at my shabby clothes; of a man lacking elegance; and she was there so close in her silk clothing. She took some steps and I said to myself: "I will not let her move away.” My beloved was sad at that moment, and I wanted to cheer her up. "Young lady" I said. When she heard my voice, she turned and said nothing. She looked at me and smiled. "My name is Gustavo.” I said. "You name?” She was surprised and I said: "You name is “Blue Night,” like your dress and your eyes; on this night of our encounter, at this moment; because we have lived so much already. Come “Blue Night.” My beloved wasn’t frightened; she was no longer sad. With what joy I sought her hand. It was as cold as the marble; it trembled and mine too. It was the touch of two souls under the influence of love. We descended the terrace stairs and strolled to a distant setting far from the garden; near a fountain. There l sung to my beloved sweet verses; wrapped

125 up in a great love of that happy moment of our lives; it was the continuation of our story of eternal love. Emotional since that day, we held hands; we drank in the same fountain, perceiving the perfume of the flowers. We saw the messenger dove that stopped to observe this beautiful image, of two souls that had loved each other; were in love now and would always love each other. Our love is eternal, as the soul; it’s beautiful to love!

Spirit of Gustavo: God’s peace is here. We continued our love in secret; the two lovers struggling, overcoming all the obstacles; lifting the heavy stones from our path. My beloved was afraid or perhaps didn’t dare be exposed to her family, or to tell them of our plans to continue with our heavenly love affair; or that we couldn’t be separated. She kept repeating: tomorrow, tomorrow while seeing each other during the night, by the edge of the fountain when everyone slept. What was to be, happened; we loved each other becoming one. We swore eternal love before God, not before man. The fountain and that solitary setting in the garden; a night full of stars and a brilliant moon were our witnesses. There was stillness, romance, prayer, and light for the noble souls. There was my beloved, happy, smiling; speaking to me with her blue eyes, the color of the sea; or of a beautiful sunset; embracing me. 126 I admired that mix of beauty, illumination and love. That night we loved each other with more passion; our bodies intertwined as one, because our souls through the ages had already been united as a single link from a solid unbreakable chain. This is the naked truth; and l hope that my frankness, with the permission of my beloved; stimulates many lovers that are afraid to follow what God created. When you love, dear brothers and sisters, you are closer to God; when that love is as sincere and pure as the drops of dew. I will continue narrating my very sad but beautiful story. I loved fully and I received God. We always hear about great lovers; because for those lovers there are no secrets. These phrases are so profound and so tender: “Pure love of the soul” “Astral body, matter and soul.” The wind, the night, day, the moon, and the echo of your enamored happy voice, shouted: “I’m in love and God is with me.” How beautiful and virtuous my beloved was. Ours secret was no more; they found out. She was an orphan, but her ignorant relatives imposed themselves on her. If she had a mother; it would have been a good mother like my beloved was, and she would have understood our situation. All mothers are good when they are true mothers; when they know about evolution and they know God. Days went by and l had a premonition that something would transpire, because from our love without witnesses, temples, receptions, or rites, there was a soul to be born; a beautiful symbol of nobility and loyalty. It became a scandal; they threw her out.

127 She was sinner according to them, and couldn’t stay there. They proposed a long trip: "Hide that disgrace that you will bring into the world, leave it far away; it will not lack anything.” “It will be the child of another; perhaps of someone that never has loved.” Poor soul; l thought, but it was not poor, because it was going to be loved and pampered; dressed up in rose buds and sunrays; in the seas and heavens, or in night and day. Perhaps, as the rainbow it will have the coolness and the peace of that unique fountain. There won’t be sadness; its clothing will be the fragrance of dew in the night, and the songs of the birds. It will be draped in God, because it was all love; and God is love. How my sweet beloved suffered, and I sobbed in her lap: "Why Father; was I so cowardly?" I decided to go to the relatives, to speak to them; to ask for their forgiveness; to beg them for aid for her, not for me; to ask them for understanding. To be allowed to love their daughter and not to distress my beloved any more. I was brave and determined, but all that l was able to do was reach the front door of that great mansion; where neither love, nor charity were known. It’s the injustice and cruelty of mankind at all times. They did not let me enter; "You have nothing, you are worth nothing,” they said, while l stood beside her. "You have brought shame to this home.” But it was no such home, because everything there was cold, as the marble of those silent and majestic columns. Everything ages with time; but here it had not left a trace, because there was no charity, or feelings there. They threw us both out. "My beloved will follow me,” l murmured.

128 My God; how not to follow the one that has given you affection? She had taught me to know you and to praise you, Father. My beloved’s childhood had been very sad, growing up alone, lonely. She had wealth, luxuries, and servants willing to serve and to help as puppets moved by the strength of her nanny. Her cruel world lacked affection and caresses for a little lost girl, that didn’t know where to direct her steps. Poor thing; how l worshipped her! In that decisive moment of our lives; l felt stronger; my heart beat with more intensity; l felt my heart big and capable of anything for her. God always has a roof and a piece of bread for his children; He is merciful. May the peace of our omnipotent Father be here in this home and temple of peace and love. We arrived at my palace; a small room in a poor and narrow street. There was misery and rags, but there also was enlightenment and comprehension and we had God’s mercy. We lived there for some weeks; meaning, we existed some weeks; I was used to it, but she did not belong there. Only our love and insight encouraged us. A rich landowner apparently saddened by us, or perhaps our situation touched him deeply, and he offered to help. He agreed to give us living quarters, food and security; for me it was too much, and for my beloved, it was the glory of the universe. We took our small possessions and moved on. I would take care of his grounds and animals. It was a very lovely landscape, near God. What beautiful mornings filled with sun, palpitating with love; my pleased soul sung to the poetry of life. 129 Life and poetry, thus was my life. “My Blue Night”, was to me, the great inspiration of my life; my great love. I do not tire of repeating it, because I know that at this moment it will be the essence of life, for many. For us there weren’t clouds in our sky, thus l believed, but the uncertainty of life, reserved much suffering for me. How happy we were. My beloved still had that blue feather fan; saying: “This is our symbol.” It had a pleasant scent; her fragrance of goodness, impregnated with a celestial perfume of roses, white lilies, carnations, jasmines, violets; peace and love. Happiness exists, but it’s fleeting. Happiness is very close to unhappiness; they always walk hand in hand. Listen brothers/sisters; this teaches a great deal; excuse my immodesty, for I’m not an eloquent orator, I’m not wise, or a prophet; I’m a poor poet, a very fortunate soul. God is great; my beloved taught me to know him and to feel him. He is within me and in all of you. I will continue our story. The moment was near; I expected that day as a light, as a dazzling focus, and I had a presentiment. What a blessing! She always said: "If it’s a girl, she will be mine, if it’s a boy, he will be yours,” she laughed and laughed; "We are one, so they will be for both of us.” My beloved looked pale; "I’m very weak, I want to cry, to cry our farewell, I do not want to awaken from this happy dream.” She was sure that she was leaving. So lovely and so good, was my beloved. The girl and the boy arrived, as twin souls; one was hers and one was mine.

130 Gravely ill was my beloved; she was dying, dying, as the mortals say, when they see agony. She looked at the baby girl and at the baby boy; blessing them with tenderness. "Take care of them my beloved, and pray for my soul.” I saw my beloved lifeless; and l loved her so. What beautiful children we had; but it was short lived; the blue eye girl died, and also my dear, dear boy; l blessed them. My love left me; the one that I chose, or better said; that God gave me. Well my brothers/sisters, those two babies, like heavenly angels followed my beloved. From that day on I only existed.

Spirit of Gustavo: After my beloved departed, l always dedicated some time; if only a few minutes daily; of silence and meditation in her honor. One spring day, as l was writing one of my better poems in my small study, I stopped because I heard her voice very close, very low, telling me: "Happy is he who lives with God. Love lasts in the souls as do the good deeds.” On that day, and many other times I felt that brilliant light so close; perhaps closer than ever. Oh luminous star that guides my life! That day my poem was a creed to God and to you my beloved. You’re one of those joyful souls bursting with pure love; with that kind love that is contagious and is easily perceived, because its perfume is from our unique God. Because of you beloved, I feel closer to God. You taught me to really love Him. You gave me love; now you gave me light and stillness. 131 There was music in your carefree laugh. Blond as the sun you were; like sleigh bells were your golden locks. Like a melancholic pact, l desired with anxiety to engulf myself with your prayers, in your Creator that is also mine. Yes my beloved; the Supreme God of all mankind, whatever the mundane status; He is the God of the rich and of the poor; the All-knowing God.

Spirit of Gustavo: I exist to love you more; to have you closer, more and more. You beautiful and blessed flower that majestically carried in your stem my two dear flower buds. The seeds of our lives that were, are, and will always exist; with comprehension, peace, divine light, evolution, progress and affinity; of this our great love that is eternal, my beloved. The years passed slowly as the tired drizzle from that downpour that wants to recede. I dedicated myself with more tenacity to loving everything created by God. With more warmth toward life that you left me upon leaving; that you taught me as a boy that begins to take his first steps. I saturated myself in you; filling myself with life, sun, and nature; from the blessings that emanated from your angelical and good soul; my muse, my "Blue Night." I spent my days, months and years isolated; consequently I fled from my world, dedicating it to the children. Looking to warm myself near their innocent hearts that don’t know about boredom,

132 or of selfishness. In a children’s school I met the child that l loved like a daughter. She looked so much like you; she was harmonious and good; with blue eyes; and blond hair, the same as you. Her name was Camille. She was very poor and an orphan; her life was very similar to yours. I wish to pour my tears here, so that you may wipe your elegant pearl hands in celestial dew; they are blessed; with them l share everything that was. You still ask: who am l? You still don’t know me? Learn to know me my girl, my "Blue Night.” I’m a puff of life, I’m poetry. I’m a fountain where the poor traveler makes a stop; I’m the boat and the wave in the ocean; I’m a clear moon in your starry night; I am a sleeping poet, pursuing a whim. God wanted me to dream of you, sweet beloved; we were two souls full of praises and blessings. Loving, wanting, and continuing to grow; not to reach adulthood, but to be good children; to approach you my God; for being a good Father.

Do not mention death; there is no dying; It does not exist.

133 Spirit of Gustavo: There is a soul here that glides like a goddess among foam gardens. In her golden hair, she carries wreaths and feathers. Eternal flower of the forest you arrived here in a puff of fresh air. In the distance, the waves can be seen. Spirit of Miroslava: May our evolution, our love, the affinity and the companionship that joins us all, be a symbol for others. My soul that was an actress; that knew how to give much to the small, loves you and blesses you; coaxing you, sister Gilda, to go ahead. You are an attentive daughter; good with your brother, and with a passion to love and to take care of your mother. That pure love, like a lily in the fields, refreshes you in your desire to be an actress. You know well your beloved mother’s love for you is a spiritual joy that alleviates, that heals and fills you with lightness and cheerfulness. My soul loved by all of you, gives thanks. May a child be our objective; a symbol of hope and progress. May a blue bird be our guide; peace and swiftness, and may the sun illuminate the path to God, that is our maximum aspiration. Remember little sister: to bless is to give, to bless is to be generous, to bless is to express love and to bless is to Praise God. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) You always arrive majestically; good and diligent soul. How lovely you are; bringing us the fragrance of a blossoming Jasmine. My spirit gazes at the greenness of the mountain, like a softened carpet where the souls like you rest.

134 Are they recollections? You love my daughter so much! What binds you so much to her? Good soul; have you found her before in your path? Spirit of Miroslava: Yes, dear mother, yes, and you too. How happy I feel; and my phrases are reasons to believe it. Do you remember our first encounter, some time ago, when l took my first insecure steps as a soul recently disincarnated? The day that l sung to your kindness and to your green eyes of a good soul, my dear mother; green as the palm trees that the wind rocks with zeal. Today I see that earthly paradise as it is called, small; so very narrow. There, the agitated multitudes struggle. There is so much misery, so much solitude, and lack of love, so much estrangement. The lonely ones are the demented sane; my God, compassion for the ignorant and vicious that wander in the world of the living dead. Everything in my world; is beautiful; it’s light, subtle; it’s God’s own creation. What a beautiful picture! There is so much natural beauty here, created by God to be admired. You have helped me so much! How noble and charitable you have been, my dear brothers. Thank you for the prayers, for the love and for this divine harp that one great day you showed me, so that l would learn to play it. What a privilege! Father; thank you. Peace; your sister worships you. Good-bye.

135 Spirit of Helena: Praise God; always praise Him little sister, when looking at your children or your mother, and at what you have been able to collect and to learn from your many stumbles and tribulations. Let me tell you that I had a trunk filled with all my writings; that were petals of love, of memories, of ideas. Gilda dearest, I’m going to share with you something; I expect to cooperate with some small spiritual notes, with pieces of poetry and of laughter. I’m going to leave some of my stories in your notebook; bringing seeds from my sunflowers. I will place in that pitcher my magical crystals that are a perfume of peace and love. Listen to this short, pretty but sad story. I met a young man, a handsome man that courted me. I told my smaller sister; that was you Gilda; that he wanted to govern me. The youth was immature, and I told him not to be that way, that it would be problematic and that l felt confused. You (Gilda) were concerned and said: "I have reflections of God; it’s my intuition; that man isn’t good for you; we are going to suffer.” I took your advice and didn’t see the young man anymore. He then courted our friend, and the poor girl did not hear counsels. The man became an alcoholic and she got used to drinking with him. There was domestic violence and one day, during one of many fights, in a corridor in their building, the man pushed our friend down a long staircase and she passed away. That girlfriend was a noble, calm, good soul. Little sister you told me: "That could have been you Helena.”

136 Later on I will share with you more anecdotes; they are drops of dew and spoonfuls of honey; heavenly rose buds; multicolored like the rainbow. It’s pure air, like the crystalline water of a soul with a large pitcher of clear water; celebrating the resurrection and the rest that God gave me, to calm a great deal of thirst; it’s a gush of good tidings. Gilda, may your vessels calm the thirst of many. Sometimes we have so much that we are unaware of what we carry in our pocket.

Protective spirit: There is a site in New York City, where many souls with talent; usually visit. (Greenwich Village.) Art is enthusiastically within them; a labyrinth of great feasts in the soul, celebrated with our feelings. Gilda, many years ago you went there, and filled yourself with confidence. It was your favorite place to declare your freedom as part of a chorus of artists. You also did a great theatrical piece there, in this life; "Women Without Men". But in a past life, you wore loose clothing; bangles and beads. You were always seeking what you desired, and it was a hidden lantern; it was in "The Village." You were there with Helena; sites don’t change, we change. Listen, I also knew you there. Who doesn’t meet in that city? There you cry, laugh, struggle and feel. Many souls have learned to reconcile with themselves; those are the praises of the artistic world. What artist has not dreamed of New York? It nourishes, transports, and

137 confuses us; prompting us to go ahead. It’s a city that offers so much; although maybe only an atom of faith. A passerby knows how to fall, get up and keep standing, and you know it well. The Mexicans are devoted to the Virgin of Guadalupe; she helped me; prayer helped me, as it did you. Sister, continue with that impulse and joy. You have many paths; it’s the four streets of faith. Spirit of Helena: Dear Monserrate has a beautiful faculty. God bless her and also that entity that just spoke to you.

Unknown spirit: This world is disjointed. The president does not think; he does what he is told. We are many, the dead; but we should be butterflies. Spirit of Helena: When we have the gift to be able to think, it’s the grace of God. So many things invade us daily; it’s like whippings; there is so much misfortune, so much wickedness in that world; there is misery and poverty of spirit. Thankfully we are protected by God. Gilda, things are coming your way, to be able to comply with your commitments; stay calm, leave it in God’s hands, He always holds us up although it may be at the very last moment and even in the sharpest fights. Spirit of Sydney: I was a wild goat in my life, because I was

138 ungrateful; l didn’t keep my word, l lied a lot, l was selfish and wasn’t generous; wanted it all for me. I really believed that l was an owner, master and sovereign. What was I? I was a sheep-tick. Spirit of Helena; Reincarnate again brother; It’s the repentance of the sinner that recognizes and it can well be that you get a new opportunity and a door opens. That Father does not abandon us; those spirits of good will want the best for all. Maybe piece by piece, you may be able to say: "I have faith.” It’s what God wants to give us, but we must make an effort. It’s great to have hope because we expect something positive. If human beings understood that for us it’s not easy to alleviate the suffering, the hunger, aching; so many children suffering, orphans, each day more; so much war and so much hatred. We cannot control human beings. We have to stay calm, helping with our prayers, but only that merciful Father does miracles. Thinking positive helps to continue ahead, but sometimes there are limits. Unknown spirit: (Monserrate was touching her head.) I am an ingrate although my headache went away when I arrived here; it was like that, fast; quickly, they cured me immediately. We, the souls passing by, are hit by gust of winds and pick up the passions of mankind. You are serene, calm, in peace and that gives us a hand. The spiritist philosophy is like a fine cup of crystal; we must examine ourselves closely and it is not easy. We help you and you help us; that is all; hand and hand. Tell your son Karym that I am helping the children of the world.

139 Tell him that l met him many years ago; he is a strong boy-man; free, generous and kind; a fine solid gold person with spiritual rivets. Not to worry; what’s his is coming because he is a white soul; I see him smiling. He loves life; let him love the future. Spirit of Helena: Yes, all that is very true, brother. What you cannot grasp let it go until you can find the two ends. Yes, Karym overflows with peace. You, little sister are a soul with lineage. The Gilda of today knows life and wants to touch the truthful, the logical; what makes sense. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I had a very interesting vision: it was a great big poster in space, with the words: “Gilda with the Sonora Matancera; we the spirits.” Then I saw and heard a spirit that looked like an African; saying: “I was a painter and I’m going to put something in Gilda’s mind while she sleeps, so that she will paint it.” Another spirit appeared as she was in his last life; an elderly physician. She told me: "Monserrate you are going to reach many hearts.” (Prophetic) “Sister, you were born to walk.”

Spirit of Helena: (Re: Twin Towers in NYC.) You know that they screamed as they left with pain on their skin. Many brothers/sisters in those towers from distant lands held hands to depart unexpectedly. They had to leave their love ones; some had made a pretty life, but they also had to leave in

140 desperation. There is a world of incurable scars; there are shouts of desperation; many seeking an exit. I tell them: go on, go ahead; there is a very lovely path; there is a loving Father that waits for us; continue ahead brothers/sisters, moaning as you are. Peace for them, merciful God. Many still see themselves trapped wall to wall; they suffered so much. Protect us Father from being trampled like that. Free those beings that are dazed by their fanaticism, by their hatred. You alone can help us; Father, we thank you; forgive our fears, our faults, and our disdains. Spiritual entities, angels, pioneers of the stability of souls in the universe; with immensely progressed souls; they watched and said: "Father give us the happiness to be able to help." “Save New York from other attacks.” “God save it. No more hatred; peace and love in the world.” I pray for them, and for the sick children; the pain of cancer is turbulent. Nel, the good that you’ve done is enormous; feel strong knowing that you have accompanied many in their pain; they felt ill and you gave them hope. In a past life, Nel was a professor; a friend and I (Helena) went to visit him, near Paris. The sun laughed with the three of us as we enjoyed a smiling spring afternoon; delightful memories of yesteryear.

Unnownk spirit: I was disbanded; not thinking about myself; I had nothing; not even self-esteem. The piece finally broke to smithereens.

141 Spirit of Helena: Don’t think about that; no, no sister, nothing negative. The good thoughts that come into your life are spontaneous and fraternal; the souls that have harvested in life like to talk about it; commenting. This is a recounting of Gilda’s life: You had a notebook, a folder with a tassel, and in there you put your pages, your many notes. In the gatherings you took notes of all comments, of everything said. You were an educator and always said: "These fragments will not leave my life.” It was a pretty life because it pleased you to share it. You enjoyed spring and autumn because in those seasons many friends walked hand in hands in the beautiful and magical sunsets. The autumn environment captivated and stimulated us. We all gathered in mutual agreement. In the harsh cold winters we talked, cuddling with each other, protecting ourselves from the cold. Recently dear Monserrate remembered her poem of the dancing tree in autumn; that was an inspiration from an entity while she travelled long ago on a highway in Massachusetts. Autumn inspires because it’s passive, without heat, without cold. The trees are tired from the summer that stirred them up, from the multitudes and the fruits. The trees rejoice in autumn, renovating; they rest, nourishing their trunks. They are quiet for the winter. In the spring they prepare to give fruits. The trees communicate with us at every step. Everything that comes from God belongs to us, because he is never mistaken; releasing us from danger, removing what disturbs us. Sister Gilda you are going to publish a small book like what you have in min d, w ith sa y ing s ve ry

142 helpful to humanity; just like the lemonade that is made with the sour lemon. Spirit of Clota: I was a theatrical actress and a singer. My name was Clotilde; they called me Clota. My last stop was in Mexico. I recall that my faith gave me the boldness to begin a new life. A good person that saw me with an innocent face and pretty long hair helped me; he said: "Your eagerness to believe pleases me; your indifferent look. I saw you painting.” I said: "I’ve come to be a professional actress, a legitimate actress; the real one. It’s the profession of emotions.” I had a short life; a descendant of a good catholic family, but I was a believer in spiritism and l prayed with the neighbors that had a botanical store. I’m in a hurry; we’re going to finish this story another pretty day. Now I’m going to g e t c lo se r to the candle, because I want to be nearer to God’s light. Thank you for the tiny white candle; it’s your little light. I’m leaving now. Spirit of Helena: This eighty-five year old sister, dear Monserrate, is in a physical phase of deterioration, but she is healthy in her thoughts and wants to amend things that disturb her. She is a disciplined soul; she came with that quality; since childhood she is disciplined and fair. Those are missions for the souls. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw a spirit of an elder that placed a hand on my shoulder saying: "Come; I’m going to teach you.” Spirit of Eusebio: I’m tired of throwing blows; blows to the wall.

143 Cuba burns in vice and in ignorance. Cubita the beautiful, Cubita the lost; it’s sad, sad. What are we there in Cuba? Where the mambo and the son were born? Many have been born in vice, therefore it burns’ it’s a terrible thing. I will tell you more; we never had a voice; we always had dictators, vices and destruction of the soul. We have suffered. l ask spiritual forgiveness for Don Rogelio of the Sonora. Solavaya! Gilda Miros; follow your flow. Listen to this sister; If Rogelio wastes this moment; he’s going to suffer a lot. Rogelio was born tired and he wants everything for himself. He is suffering because he has sinned a great deal. I want him to leave; to get away. He says: "That’s me." They are old mares; dry leafs from dry palms; that are weighed down. They think: "I feel.” "I exist.” "I like.” “I want comfort.” That’s what they’re about. I want to end this struggle; to help Rogelio. I had a quick encounter with Rogelio, because. I had a newspaper stand in La Habana; I knew all the musicians. Caito was a great believer; he was good, he was fond of you; wanted to speak to you, to alert you. He knew about the whirlwind lives of musicians. He had peace; was bighearted; noble and generous. I was a millionaire being poor; because of my attitude. My holy grandmother l loved very much. She taught me to be grateful. In my stand there was a tragic day; all the papers were sold because I was in the front page, as a victim of a robbery; thus I passed over. The emblem for the “Monserrate Foundation" can be a window, the sky, and a small candle. You’ll send little boxes containing gifts in her name.

144 Protective spirit: How tormented and anguished you are, brother. We are unworthy if we don’t believe that there is an Omnipotent God. I have a poem; it’s refreshing: “Open your eyes wide and see the splendor; fill yourself with love. We are God’s fiber; we are the best yarn, better than silk, and fleece. We are internal roots from strong aged trees; disposed and with a preparation of hope, wisdom, and belief.” There’s sorrow and grief; so much misery; but there are many with hope; souls with God’s magnificent seeds within. God and the entities will help them with spiritual wings so that they may ascend. They have means; they had to go through darkness to reach the immense light of God. (Victims of 9/11 in New York) When we are sorrowful we entrap ourselves in commitments; elevate your thoughts; ask for vital energy; seek equilibrium to be happy. "The curtain will go up and the splendor of God will be seen by all." This soul will come out of his confusion. He feels much grief seeking his family and his home. God with His infinite love will help him. There isn’t much more for the sufferers; they will climb a staircase; reaching the kingdom of God, and then on to a divine place, where they belong. He is our great physician and we will all climb that divine staircase; to seek God’s brilliance. We’re going to set up a chain of goodwill. There is a large barge in the bay; and an entity of light says: "Let’s go.” The soul responds: "Let’s go; I know the way."

145 Spirit of Helena: We all want the best for you. All of us have hopes and fears; but rest assured that you will never be deserted, because you all have God’s fervor in each one of you. Whoever is with God; is answered with a hug; He is here with all of us. Good parents want to please their children immediately; but sometimes it’s not possible; have patience, Gilda. Your grandmother Filomena is here; she says: "Karym, what a lovely way you love; it is like a fresh divine breeze that enters through the window. You are going to find your soul mate.” Spirit of Filomena: (Monserrate’s mother.) Tell your son Antonio, that I always dreamed of being a writer; l loved poems and short stories; simple lines pleased me very much; that gave me much joy. Congratulate him for what he has achieved as a writer; he is a soul with many talents, with many desires, asking only for a speck of sugar to sweeten his life. Gilda since your birth I was aware of your intellect; God has a little gift for you. My daughter Monserrate is very satisfied with her life and with all of you; she knows that she is dearly loved. Everything that God gives us is lovely, clean, and immaculate. Peace and love, now and always. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) What happiness! I saw my mother! God bless her. She is at peace; thank you dear mother for your visit. Gilda, Helena just showed me the little pocket book with the spiritual messages that we want to publish. (That was our original project in 2001.)

146 Spirit of Justino: Everyone that arrives in the city of New York is touched by a magic wand; its music, its poetry. It clothes the foreigner with clean clothing. Manhattan dresses up like a lady and dances with the Statue of Liberty. It’s a city of nostalgia. I’m a starry-eyed poet that wishes you the best; special greetings on your planned return to New York, with hopes of spring, summer, autumn, and the first breezes of winter. Writers and poets; "A big boarding house for all.” We’re going to romp in the name of New York; we’re going to sing to all the boroughs; to Coney Island, to Central Park. Spirit of Helena: Brother Justino had a great deal of peace, and he preserves it. He was very gallant, respectful and charitable. Gilda, he passed over with music, like your grandfather; that on his death bed, he hired the musicians to play at his funeral. Yes; José Antonio Rodriguez Diaz, "Toño" was a happy soul. He was compassionate with his loved ones and everyone else. He had the sweetness of good deeds; therefore the entire town loved him; he was humble and pious. It’s all like acorns, which fall into a large basket; they are shiny, with large and pretty wings. Let’s go with him to lower Manhattan; let’s celebrate the rehabilitation of that great city. Let us pray for the fallen; pray. Brothers/sisters Praise God eternally for the missions that we will fulfill, and the ones that have been completed; for the immense happiness in our souls.

147 We will fill ourselves with the strength that comes from that great universe; from the sun, and the mountains. They are beacons that come from God, they are reservoirs. I want to fill myself with Him to go on; to embrace that great cosmos, and to plunge into those great lakes. Praise God.

Spirit of Ricky: My name is "Ricky,” Ricardo, and I was born in New York. I met Karym in prep school; by then I already used drugs and suffered a great deal for being weak. I had a holy grandmother; and a good family, but I didn’t listen to them. I lost my mother; she had asked God, before departing to save her son, me; that I had promised to heal. I feel calmer now, because my relatives pray for me. I crossed over three years ago. I was deceived; betrayed by some that offered money. I did dirty work, l was soiled; later on l got dirtier and was ill, without strength. Unfortunately we keep on dragging ourselves like mice. I lost my teeth and had liver disease at barely thirty years of age. I was almost dead; travelling from New York to Miami; visiting a house of leaves. One day they put a bullet into me and pushed me into a canal in Miami; I suffered a lot. Finally a soul of goodwill asked: "Are you tired?” “Do you want to rest?” “Do you want an umbrella?” "I will help you; give me your hand.”

148 Karym, thanks to your good thoughts, for your love and faith; to your rejoicing and your belief; l am here; bless Karym. They threw you a baby hammock; you placed yourself under an umbrella; you’re packed with goodness. I wanted to lift my spirit, and I did it; I graduated. Now I know God, and I’ve learned to collect the good seed and throw away the shell. It’s a great feeling to serve God. When you create your own sense of balance you know where you’re heading and the breeze coming from Him helps; like air conditioning, without impurities, giving us a lift. At last my mother and I are holding hands; God bless her and you. Near love ones we feel happy; when we are apart, we feel sad. Life here in the spiritual world is lovely if we seek God. You give us your prayers, and love; we are grateful. When one loves it is like a flower; like God’s aura. Monserrate: (Out of trance) Helena is standing behind you, Gilda. She’s carrying a beautiful book with a golden line and with a tassel. I hear a spirit: "I open roads; I reach goals." Spirit of Helena: What is yours is near, Gilda; you are not going to suffer much more. All her life, tirelessly the good butterfly is in her large garden of fantasies and of good thoughts to bring peace to the world. Bless the entities for what they are preparing; this is their temple. Sister we see each other while your body sleeps.

149 Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I’m a free dove that belongs to you; I am a swallow that wants to fly high, I’m a flower from your garden Father; I’m an acorn from that abundant tree, and I’m pulp from that tree; I am a part of you. I want to be your favorite daughter. God gives us rest, calming our pains; His peace is an anesthetic; we feel no physical discomfort; we feel cushioned and cuddled in his goodness; nothing disturbs us, nothing inconveniences you when you have a sacred conversation with God. The leaves fly off the trees when you are in an ecstasy with God and you don’t even feel them upon you; nothing removes you from the divine trance that is called God’s harmony. May the fowl and the fluttering of those loving birds, from this cage called life, reach your dear children; your brother, aunts, and family; and to the ones that suffer. May they love each other; joining hands, helping each other, embracing and accepting.

Unknown spirit: Why are you in such a hurry? You do not have to be a marathon runner; you could walk a few steps; for now it’s enough. There is always a place set for you; remember when we walk together in life’s path we share the hope. Why is humankind always looking for heavy objects or money? Look instead for weightlessness. Don’t you know that everything is left behind? That only the soul survives.

150 Spirit of Alexander: My name is Alexander, I was a writer, a theatrical commentator of life; a playwright. From a poor town, from a village, because of the arts, I went to London. Your eldest son Antonio, was also a playwright and a first class master of ceremonies because he was also an actor, singer and director. We lived in the precious London, England; we loved it. He liked the privacy, the magnificence of that city. Later on seeking warmth he moved to the sun, to the merriment; to Paris and Italy. He was very clever and enterprising. There l went invited by him; I was his good friend. Antonio, in that life was called Andrew; with enormous talent he has been remembered for his work in the English theater. I always said: "You’re a great friend, therefore I carry you’re cargo; I want to help you.” Andrew was a first class friend. He didn’t like mediocrity and he lived surrounded by music and art. He loved details and he also painted. His friends came to visit in a garden; he would say: "The sun is laughing with me." He was charming, and he was well versed; very knowledgeable. In his house he had a very large parlor with works of art. There was a great desk, and on a table he always had an opened book; he loved books; he was dutiful and loved literature. On his walls there were many, many books and in order, it pleased him. (Still does.) Andrew gave elegant, divine parties. He liked to toast with his good friends, enjoying the good food, and dancing. Dressed elegantly with loose clothes; he was the joy of all. Often saying: “I’m going to write; do not interrupt. If I’m reborn, I want to be an artist.”

151 We had a writer friend, a good, honest soul that loved us a great deal; her name was Catherine. Give my greetings to your son. God bless you all.

Unknown spirit: I have another anecdote about Antonio. He was also called Maurice, he was Andrew Maurice; and he was born in London and lived in Paris. My memories are similar to the previous story; he was handsome, gallant and a successful playwright. His father then was French and his mother, Frank-Italian. In that life Gilda was Andrew Maurice’s niece. His father was a prestigious actor, director and theater professor. His grandmother was wealthy; she was a French painter. His talented parents met in London during a theatrical presentation. The young writer felt happy in his comfortable and huge study that was a sanctuary for his books. He was a bohemian; accustomed to having musicians in his house; enjoying soft music; the reunions and parties. His many friends respected him and sought his counsel. Maurice dressed neatly, and wore a white silk scarf with his initials monogrammed; that identified him. Loving the arts he took trips to Italy; to buy textiles, visit art warehouses, public sales, and the bazaars; he had a marvelous collection of art. He was a prolific writer, writing mysteries; that captivated him. “I have just written a piece of my life,” he said. His niece (Gilda) liked to study; she loved the theater and the arts like her uncle; she took theatrical and direction classes with him (Antonio)

152 The niece would place fresh flowers in vases in his study and Andrew Maurice exclaimed: "I know who has adorned my study!" That’s all for now.

MJ

Spirit of Helena: Dearest Gilda, this is a special day for me. I am in the universe weaving vines so that you can give and achieve, what is deeply within you. I have been on a long journey and I continue responding to pain, to misery, to fire and the flames that destroy. Peace for the ones that suffer that scourge; they will be redeemed. They will keep on loving you good Father, because you are the Supreme Intelligence and know best. Dedicating a prayer to you Father, from the souls that you have forgiven; help us to go ahead; no matter how heavy our loads; you give us a hand; make us better souls. New York is a city of lights; like Paris; they are places that always remain slightly cold but always extend their hands. It is a city that dreams; because the souls dream; beating their drums, their prose is heard. I recall Christmas in Manhattan; the lanterns, people laughing as they hurry; it’s a time to celebrate, to meditate, read and dream very much; a city of delight, of sacrifices and struggles, but also of divine lessons. Many souls are evolving there; they laugh, cry; love; it’s loves and remnants. Little sister, don’t lose hope, because we know how to bake our bread; the magnificence of this great recipe is in the preparation of the dough.

153 You have your artistic attributes. Each person has its own musical chord. Think: "This is going to work out well.” We are souls in action; it’s a pilgrimage of entities doing charitable deeds. Nel, your music is spiritual fluid/energy. It’s so enormous that it gives you health to breathe better, to sing, and to be happy; it adorns your life. It’s reasonable because nothing disturbs you; go on; your steps gliding along; the seagull is elevating. Think: “This is my terrain.” Those sick souls that you have helped and are helping; rock you in their hammocks. Go ahead brother; may your disposition be eternal.

Spirit of Claudio: Claudio, my name is Claudio Negron. I am from "Asomante" that’s between the towns of Aibonito and Coamo in Puerto Rico. (Monserrate’s mother and grandpa, Pedro Miranda, were both born there.) My father was a farmer and a carpenter; a good “Jíbaro” from the mountains, and also a musician. He played the guitar in church, and he tended to his fruit and vegetables stand near the roadside. At times l played and sung with him, but painting pleased me more; l was an artist; I liked to paint nature, pretty landscapes, the streams and brooks; that made me happy. Spirit of Toño: (Monserrate’s father.) Gilda go on; one always learns a little more shrewdness to get ahead in business.

154 We have a marvelous confessor that is our Father and those good souls. Present your case to them and ask for help; ask what to do to improve your course of action so as to be able definitely to continue with your projects. God’s peace is here; He will answer you mentally and the entities will inspire you; they are his messengers. What I’m telling you is very positive. Confess yourself with that Omnipotent Creator. I love you all very much. My daughter Monserrate is a wonderful soul; she is all love. Spirit of Helena: Welcome good soul, good man. God bless you and Claudio. Gilda, your grandfather was looking for someone to help you with your load, but he came himself. May it all be as he said; blessed by God. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Thank you papa Toño. I always remember the tamarind tree in the backyard of the house that you left me when you passed away. I was barely one year old. My godmother told me, that the tree was always there; l remember that tree. It’s incredible! My mind is like a little box, with a file that registers very well. That gives me joy.

(Monserrate sings: "Christmas for the homeless, Christmas for the needy.") Spirit of elderly woman: I’m sad because I had a weak grandson. He first lost his smaller brother because his brother listened to his ignorant friends.

155 It was all about drugs, our life was like hell. I told him: "Get away from that; leave it." He followed his brother’s steps, until he was sick with AIDS. He died looking like a skull. Poor boy he asked for forgiveness; he cried and he asked to be forgiven. Julian my grandson; may God grant you peace, I love you. I’m searching for you Julian. Spirit of Helena: God bestow His peace on that spirit and her grandchildren. Gilda, dearest sister, you have been through dire straits, but the spiritual strength that you have acquired with your fight for survival for so many years, is enormous. This is a city of the sun; beauty and tranquility on one hand, and on the other, there are heavy loads and phantoms. The majority of its inhabitants suffer; they’re tired and there’s much discontent. You survived the storm; they have tried to throw you against the wall, corral you, but you have enormous faith; and you have hope and energy inside your soul like a crystalline dam, ready to take its course; to do much charity. Continue your low profile so that you’re not disturbed. Look the night is clear; the moon shines on you. Take refuge in me; I support you with my spiritual substance; it’s a magical support, its magic is from the universe, from God. Peace, harmony, and progress, to all upon entering a new cycle of growth. I will be on a mission until the end of the year; I’m leaving you wild flowers.

156 Monserrate: Good morning, Don Isidro. (Her brother in a past life.) Spirit of Don Isidro: Good morning to you Karym. (Extending his hand.) Monserrate and Karym had a big house full of sun, with some lovely corners. Everything was very pretty there; they had a great amount of land. Flowers were seen all over, fruits, birds, animals, lush trees and a large dog; well cared and loved. Monserrate then was called Isabella Karran; she was, and is, a great soul. She has been a fortunate soul, and very generous; giving much to the needy. She was my beloved sister Isabella, who sung, painted and wrote poetry. She was a good hostess, an excellent mother and wife; a marvelous woman. Karym then was her beloved son; he overprotected her; brought her gifts, perfumes, exquisite chocolates from the steam ships that arrived at the port of New Orleans in Louisiana. Karym, in your life there, you carried a tune, you sung, and you were handsome, charming, all smiles; people sought you, they loved you, the children loved you; you distributed caramels to them. You achieved a great deal in that lifetime. Your huge carriage in brilliant colors had a wide assortment. You were a good merchant; people listened and trusted you because you were honest. You lived in a comfortable house, and always went to the market to bring the best of everything, eating well; you loved delicacies. Perfume captivated you; a good dresser and a good provider. Your parents were rich and you worshipped them; you idolized your father.

157 You had a fine childhood and were a good son because you had a noble heart. You were a good father of three children; playing with your boy; a strong lad that liked sports, as you did. Our sister Helena left to do charity; there is so much pain. She is a nurse for the children.

Monserrate: (Singing, a typical Puerto Rican song.) "From the mountains we come bringing you beautiful flowers from the riqueño garden.” Spirit of Bobby: I’m Bobby Capo. How you are Gilda? I want you to know that I am at peace, and very satisfied with what I achieved in my last existence; thank God. That song and its title came to me like a gust of harmony and peace from the mountains. The souls are swayed like on a swing. Peace and love.

Bobby/Gilda.

(I was moved by Bobby’s message. He was very loved, popular and respected for his great talent and charm. Bobby was born in Puerto Rico; and gave his music in multiple genres to the world as a gift. Praised as a composer and a singer; later he worked for the Government of Puerto Rico

158 and with the Department of Correction of NYC. In the above photo; both of us were very active, assisting our communities with civic-cultural programs.) Monserrate: (Out of trance.) "The Red Lantern” was a small cafe/bar in the “Barrio Obrero” of “Santurce”; a gathering place for musicians to rehearse. As an adolescent I had to pass by it on my way home from school; hearing the music, l stopped. Reclining by the stairs l enjoyed the rehearsals; thus learning the most popular songs of the day, which l later sung while doing my domestic chores; I was always entertained with my singing while working. (Monserrate had a pleasant melodious voice; singing very well.)

Spirit of Helena: Gilda, it was wise to stay isolated; one must learn to take refuge. We suffer extending our mental efforts. Thank God that you’re not in the bag full of lizards; humans that move like machines or puppets; empty souls, painted like clowns; rigid persons, inside and out. They want to move their wings but they can’t because they don’t think. They don’t have the freedom to take action because their conceited minds are fermented; without vigor. They are buried alive with exterior wealth, and say: "I possess this, this, and that.” One must consider life as plants; the mold doesn’t matter or the size of the flowerpot, because its life rests in what it has in that small stem;

159 there is its life. How wise God is; how wise nature is. Little sister be calm, wait; without aggravation. Are they going to call? Do we need each other? Positively; don’t lose faith; your project will be completed; they’re not things of a day or a week. It’s good that you have the orchid, the bamboo, the plant that expands, and the sweetness of the gardenia; it’s a flower that intoxicates. Everything that gives you peace; nothing should be done on impulse; but all thought out, prepared; not on impulse. There are many that later resent doing things on impulse; calmness, peace and love. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Gilda, repeat this: “God’s universal vital energy is the secret fountain of my future achievements. It is my life in health. It’s my new personality. It’s a beginning to be able to see clearly, and to go on, without the thorns touching me.”

Spirit of Helena: He was a religious man in a monastery. His legs always ached, but he had a good aide that told him: "My Lord, I’m going to massage your legs, for relief.” She was a foreign missionary doing advanced studies; that remained longer than what she had planned; staying until the end of her life. They did not cross the line; they were decent and they were enterprising souls; only nature moved them. "My silhouette, he called her; because she arrived in winter;

160 wrapped up in wide dark clothing with a long cloak. It was a picturesque fishing town; a healthy sea life. There was always clamor; an exchange of small products; of art and culture. The wanderers came and remained because of the natural beauty of the site. Today I’m going to leave it at that; it’s my surprise. It is a prize for my work; for loving and creating; it is faith, hope and charity. Monserrate is a grand soul, a good soul, daring; but she was cut short; yet she has been able to help many weak souls that lacked hope, when arriving in the great city of New York. She obtained jobs for them, got them all the possible help available; it was social work. This sister knows that she was a beacon in the life of many. If we desire it, nobody pushes us around because we’re strong; God gives us the ability to defend ourselves face to face; but we also have strong backs. Gilda you will say: "I’m going to achieve what I desire. Blessings for my friends; for my spiritual brothers that carry me; they help and hold me up. A thousand thanks for guiding me, for inspiring me.” “Father I want to sow, to harvest, and to choose my small buds.” It’s the first time that you take care of your plants; that you make time to care for them; good things are suitably strung together. All clouds move on; that gray cloud will pass by, so that the sun can shine with more joy and more energy. Thank you Father for keeping me close to you; these are unbreakable chains; fragile precious stones, but strong, with a secure fastener. Let’s continue carrying our small cargos. Praise God for forgiving us, for teaching us.

161 Spirit of Helena: I bring affection entwined with a golden ribbon. When one fills up with love, our Creator is able; because He knows what we need, and He can do anything. You can say: "This morning I feel lightness; I am going to fill up with God. The windows are opened and the fresh air enters. There is a glimpse of a wide avenue and Christmas is in my heart.” The bells will ring for you Gilda. Today I am accompanied by Professor Lindsey. The professor was an art teacher in lower Manhattan and he was dearly loved for his intelligence, his wisdom and his great heart. Resolutely he had an answer for everybody; he was our confessor; we all trusted him; we called him Professor Lee. We; Helena and Magdalina Arizmendi also painted like our father Isaac. We had a large room in which to paint; we spent hours there. Those are lovely memories; paths of happiness, groves of prayers and mysterious trails, blessed by that Creator; that Divine Essence that comes from Him helps us to grow. We are going to be reborn; to grow with our beloved Father that forgives us. Together we have evolved in comprehension, and our capacity allows us to feel an immense bliss. Nel is so dear; only his simple love is content with loving; he can give so much to others. God sustains him in His arms.

162 (Feeling a great deal of peace on the balcony.) Unknown spirit: You will always remember taking care of your mother with devotion, Gilda. What a great deal you have learned, there are no regrets or grudges; there is only lightened spirituality. Soon you will be able to be calmer and happier, with peace to do your projects. (About to retire) This book that you are finishing will open a door for you to continue with the others. It seems to me that some day you will paint again as you did with Helena in a previous life. Spirit of Helena: Praise God; we are sisters; united by great love and respect, for all eternity. You Magdalina, (Gilda) were younger than l (Helena) I was taller and restless. I recall that a good Italian neighbor donated almond nougats that she baked in her hearth; l liked carrying a basket of those nougats to distribute among the children. We read everything about the natural products of the day, preparing some mixtures with oils and seeds. I was sort of a naturalist nurse, serving the afflicted; that gave me great satisfaction. Gilda I want you to know that the musicians in the spiritual world, thank you very much for the Sonora Matancera book. Many of the performers from your great spectacle are in my world and they are pleased with you. You will write anecdotes and passages of our story; yes, that is very certain; I will inspire you. (At that moment, I had the same thought, and she confirmed it. Her words became a reality with this book.)

163 Spirit of Helena: Dear sister, we; the spiritual entities also find ourselves with a vast world of inquiries. It saddens us that we cannot resolve our dear brothers/sister’s problems. We find ourselves helpless; but miracles exist and do happen; if not daily, but they happen. Try to calm down, take select pauses. These are difficult encounters with souls, and the faults of those people are forgiven; say: "What a great deal I have changed; very, very much. My baskets are full.” We have been sisters in two lives. Once I didn’t have children, l was not able; an illness impeded it; but you Gilda; were Karym’s mother in a previous lifetime. You lived near the sea and he was daring, strong, restless, as now. One day while swimming, your boy tripped on a boulder; he took a wrong step and was drowning; you caught him and saved him; therefore, that very strong mutual love exists now. Unknown spirit: Helena, I have been seeking you for some time; at last l found you. Gilda, I heard you in my office in Manhattan; I tried to advance my work; wanting to listen to the radio. I saw you as an actress in the theater; two or three times. I also had your poetry disc; pretty that it was. Why don’t you release it again? People say that you recite poetry nicely. (Monserrate stood up and began to walk quickly; moving with agility.) Spirit of Henrietta: My name is Henrietta; I was the medium’s sister. I love her very much; blessings; good-bye.

164 Spirit of Helena: Good morning. I was doing my chores; helping, assisting others with their pain; that’s why l hadn’t visited you lately. Thank God Omnipotent for his generosity and love; allowing me to visit you. Gilda, I congratulate you for your work and for your love of the entities. Almost at the end, you say as consolation: "The second book will be easier.” That’s certain; it’s true. I was always orderly and it helped me. You, in the life that we shared, would put my things into files, in strong cardboards, in another warehouse of things to come; for the future. There were always many things on the way. Saturdays we did our chores; we organized and then we visited. With music we sung and recited. There was a plaza. (Washington Square). In a park; groups of artists congregated there, we drank tea; there were so many of us. Later that site where artists gathered became very famous. It seems to me that art is a blessing; it teaches the world what it doesn’t have and what it can posses. Excuse me; somebody’s calling me. Is it you, Henrietta? This soul was a mentalist; the eloquence and therapy of the mind, of long ago, she was very merry. (Henrietta was Monserrate’s sister in a former life. When Henrietta arrived Monserrate would always stand up, walking quickly, with graceful movements.) Spirit of Henrietta: Monserrate was then Isabella. We were spiritual twins. I sought her music; she liked to dance, we enjoyed it. Then she sat down to write; she was inspired by the flowers. God is a delicacy of honey from the bees.

165 I hope that you enjoy my company, my glee, and the frenzy of a soul seeking God. Together we built up so much. Those are memories of a pretty life. Spirit of Helena: Thank you Henrietta. In this life Monserrate when little, did the same thing; she created her own world, her stories; reading, using her imagination; her spirit was avid. Alone she dreamt under the coconut palms; it was pretty. She was a good girl. Religion harmed Monserrate; it frighten her. Her aunt Petra was dutiful, but she also had a mistaken strict manner that afflicted young Monserrate. Petra had a good seed, but she was very demanding and religious. Gilda, some day you will paint a very lovely picture in honor of the souls that visit you. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw myself as a girl lying on the floor with scissors, making little hats and dresses for my paper dolls. To be born on an island, in a tough setting, one needs tenacity; firmness is required to survive the circumstances. Many souls suffer those expeditions with limitations, devastation and destruction. It’s hard, there’s misery; a feeling of helplessness. Just think about the heavy points, picking yourself up, from the road. Gilda, I saw myself again in a vast field, with green plants and intimate scents. I felt the autumn morning breezes; engulfed with fragrance and fraternity. All is so smooth and subtle; so real; at God’s feet.

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166 Protective spirit: You were the maiden among two strong and healthy adolescent brothers. You lived with your parents; poor but happy, with what little they had; but their misery afflicted you. You wanted to give them a little more, because they lacked so much. Your brothers worshipped you; they found you beautiful and gracious; you were their inspiration. When you spoke they listened delighted and joyful; at other times they saw your sadness, and knew that everything that you longed for and desired was for them, for your love ones. You saw them so strong: "There’s so much that we can do,” you said; but there weren’t means, everything was so scarce. One day you told them: "We’re going to dance; dance with me. This is the way to get out of here.” How happy you felt observing them; so elegant and handsome. The three of you, danced and danced; like three birds, with sensuality, love and gladness. Poverty scared you; the sea was frightening, as if saying: "I’m going to take away something that you love so much.” You cried when seeing it dark blue; an endless threatening ocean; you backed away, because you had a premonition. One sunny Sunday there were visitors in the village because there was a celebration; everyone was dressed up, and you looked more beautiful than ever with your black hair like a cascade; daring, ready to challenge the world. Your black serene eyed looked for your .dance companions. You saw many people near a boat, and ran there. What happened? A clasp on your chain had unfastened.

167 One brother; so very yours like one of your fingers, was very ill, but healed; the other one succumbed. Determined you pledged: "I will struggle until we are able to leave this place. I don’t want to see that sea anymore. Was this what l sensed; my brother?" You always took care and clung to your dear brother that survived; you feared losing him too. That brother from the past; the one that lived, is your present brother Nel. I will continue with the story. In him you also saw the other brother that had left, but that was still very close; he was a good soul that was happy. You constantly repeated: "A day will come when someone will arrive at this port, taking us out of here, and we will dance and sing in the largest cities. I will return some day to raise a fortress; I will bring them food and shelter.” “Wealthy miser living nearby; have compassion for their suffering.” Drowned brother: You were and are a rebel and as restless as the waves that come and go. Sister actress; I invite you to come to this vestibule of life. Your contribution is here; here is our gathering; it’s the scenery of this theater; a theater of life, where the artist, no longer eats, nor drinks; there is no time because he/she must be ready to begin the great task; in the true life. You ask: where do you come from? I come from a distant land, sailing the seas with crimson blue skies; without clouds to obstruct the joy of living. I am one of those celestial beings that carry Ermine skins; giving shelter to the unhappy children that in winter seek and welcome them, with a loving voice, for a dear brother. You were my loving sister over there; when l drowned. I’m like a sailboat. (Interruption)

168 (Monserrate saw the spirit of her aunt, Petronila, she didn’t say anything. Monserrate, in trance, stands up and begins to walk quickly; taking long swift steps.)

Spirit of Helena: As you know it is Henrietta; Monserrate’s sister in a past life; visiting. She was very organized and returns here often; always taking care of her beloved sister. It’s the love of God in everything and in everyone. Gilda you say: “Why has this happened to me in this life?” Sister, when we are growing spiritually, we have many tests and tribulations; you passed the hurdles and there’re still more to come. Little sister, in our lifetime we had little; but you never felt defeated. At first you wrote short stories for the children; further on writing more and more. Authors give life to the pages in white; I know it will be easier. We were wrapped in so many breezes. Unknown spirit: Gilda, if you’re dedicated and stand on your own two feet, the book will be published. (I published the following year.)

(This was originally a handmade birthday card for my son Antonio, by Grandma Monserrate; but as she drew, more and more little faces appeared.)

169 Spirit of Elpidio I will tell you of an encounter that l had with you, Gilda; it was in Argentina, as l traveled those worlds of God. l was an adventurer; l took risks. My parents were devoted believers; they prayed, knew botany and they cured; they were faith healers. We lived in the mountains of the island of Puerto Rico in my grandparent’s farm. Today, as l arrived, I heard from the medium’s mouth: “Malva” and “Saoco;” that brought me fond memories of yesteryear, because there was a lot of Malva in our farm. I loved that place but like many at that time, l dreamed of travelling. Later we moved to the coast and for me the sea was like an ecstasy; my father was a fisherman. I had good parents and a good brother; I would say that we were happy. There were so many things to get to know, all free; the roots, the use of plants and their medicinal properties; all that enthused me so much. The leaves of Saoco seemed like tiaras; they were almost magical. By the grace of God I had a good childhood, in a beautiful environment, with a pretty daily prayer. Gilda, you’re hope has the aroma of mango and of guava. This sister, dear Monserrate, loved the earth very much; she refreshed herself with it. Faith healers from Jamaica usually came to our island; but one day a soul that had that gift of healing arrived and the neighbors gave her a house in the center of the island. There she lived with her son; very near our property. The good woman had learned from her mother how to cure with medicinal plants; remember they abounded there.

170 She taught us about the plants and their uses. I learned about the soil; nature fascinated me. Finally my parents became independent from my grandparents and we went to live to the coast; a story that has helped me to give a hand to many. I would go fishing with my father in a barge, near the town of “Canovanas,” and on to the “Rio Grande” river. My father earned his living fishing, it was his life; but he also liked to sing, to read poetry. He scrutinized; thought things out. I was a painter; I drew the plants, the mountains; life in general. That is how l met you. I thought: "Some day I’m going to work on a ship.” Finally a ship arrived; a coal burning barge arrived at the island and I met the captain that travelled with his wife and his daughter. I met them on the beach, while l was thinking: "I am embracing love; it fits in my heart. It’s within me.” While l was drinking coconut water with the captain; the man told me that he was thinking of buying a house on the island. He introduced me to his daughter. (Gilda) You laughed and l could see your white teeth. I was 25 years old and you were 23. You were of Argentine and Italian ancestry, and you were attractive. After a while, I said to the captain: "You have the nicest and most attractive daughter." I asked for his permission to begin a friendship with you and he gave it me. Suddenly I reflected: "I cannot do this. I don’t have a future.” I saw people setting up businesses, doing; full of life, while I was just a farmer, a painter and a guitar player.

171 One day the captain surprised me by asking me to accompany his daughter on a trip back to Argentina; saying he couldn’t travel at that moment. I accepted and told her (Gilda): "I want you to take me to the prettiest beach; to the one that’s most like my island.” She promised me: "We are going to show you a beautiful place.” We traveled; she took me to a port; “Mar del Plata” in Argentina. Gilda; you have lived a great deal. You were very talkative, spontaneous and happy; you were like a teacher. Your hair was beautiful and you adorned yourself very much. You lived in a large estate and nearby there was a well stocked store, where you sold everything; paintings, arts, crafts, musical instruments, and novelties. It was a happy environment; vibrant with life. (Pause) Protective spirit: This spirit of Elpidio, later met you both in another incarnation in the City of New York. On that occasion Elpidio respected and loved the sisters Helena and Magdalina. (Gilda) Back then all of you were like the natives that loved the earth; you were authentic, real, legitimate human beings. The three studied and enjoyed speaking about the arts and life. Elpidio loved the cold weather. In that area there was much shortage, few means; from anything, no matter how little, you made a delicacy. Spiritual love existed among all of you; always praising God. In those days there was a swirl of artists in old New York. It was an artistic force, concentrated there in lower Manhattan. The artists set up tents in the summer, and they exhibited their art.

172 Elpidio’s soul was dedicated, as were Helena and Magdalina, to their art, to their paintings. Elpidio liked the earth colors; he painted the sky dull to give it a sense of depth, he liked a gloomy sky. They all compared colors, and shared them; it was great because there was camaraderie; it was the custom then to make bonfires; they had large hearths to cook. You concocted morsels to eat and distributed them among all. The Arizmendi sisters were always charitable; doing it often.

Protective spirit: The entities sometimes are sad, and like you they want to know about the evolution of their souls; their passages through this world; and they have their own "Tat a Tat" an informal talk with self. The curious ones went to the profound books; there were stars that illuminated them. They studied the "Inner self" of the entities; their consciousness. Why? There they found very interesting the explanations and they were filled with spiritual jubilation. To study, these entities moved away from the multitudes, and they settled near the fresh water of love. Nel, brother of Gilda, was called Marcel, in another life; he was a distinguished teacher, very prepared, very sure of himself. He seduced with his laughter and with his dance. The ladies sought him because he was attractive, appealing and charming. His lives were always dedicated to the arts.

173 To song, and dance; he played the piano; his fingers were long, as now. He was a knowledgeable soul, with a great deal of serenity, a philosopher, a good teacher. He’s a soul of extensive lines; no matter how much he suffers with his legs, he loves life. These souls are outsiders in their lives; they are impelled to arrive at places always carrying their art. Sister, we’ll finish your first book with God’s help. At times we despair; but you do not complain; about having or not having. You began that small book without thinking where the money would come from. Think about it; that will give you the drive. Giving small stitches, you said: "I will finish this. I love you Father.” At times we don’t want to hear nor believe in what we don’t see; but if you listen in silence, you perceive it. He is there, touching your lips and saying "The peace will come to you, listen to me, and feel me.” Spirit of Alejandro: Gilda, wait, trust, until God and the good souls are able. Patience gives more strength, think: "I have God’s support. I am a soul with refined rivets. When God wants; it will not be too distant, because God illuminates me.” I knew Helena and you, in a past lifetime; l was a writer then. I come today by invitation of Helena; she asked me to advise you about the printer. (Giving me excellent advice, that l applied with good results.) The book that you will publish will help your cause, because thus it is in the artistic environment; if you are not active, you are not worth anything. They want your honey; it’s like that everywhere; therefore prepare well your pie.

174 Our Helena is very busy assisting in the battlefield, because the world burns. She asks our Father; and also you too, to elevate your thoughts in prayer to that Omnipotent God, asking for purity and redemption for the world. One must combat hatred with love. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Thank you dear God, and souls of goodwill. They showed me, many children playing with a stick; it was that British sport: “Criquet.” It was part of a school; Karym played with the children. It was a very happy marriage of Karym and Florenzche; in their life in New Orleáns. She was young and very beautiful. "Petite" The girl came with her parents from Europe. She was a teacher of children in the first school level, and she enjoyed cooking; Karym would approach her when she was in the house, and they both enjoyed the kitchen and their home. Gilda, I see you in an extensive valley of lilies. It is a pretty floral message for 2003. The next year arrives smiling and festive. (It was very good for all. Thank God, the good spirits, and my mother; I achieved the publication of my first book with success, in 2003.)

175 Protective spirit: When we pick ourselves up; God loves us more. God forgive that man that wanted to harm Karym, but, in spite of his injustice, he respected him for being professional. Sometimes ambitious souls inflict pain due to selfishness; for wanting more and more. They are unhappy; because they’re like runaway horses. One must love ourselves; take care and protect the body, cover it when it’s cold; cold body or cold soul. You ask how? Learning eagerness, patience and compassion; taking pauses, with big personal efforts. Father, you have forgiven me a great deal; you have taught me to take pauses. Spirit of Helena: Beloved father, you are our inextinguishable flame, our support. When we labor and are in a state of reflection, we think: "I feel so well; I’m fine; I’m so pleased, that l would like to remain like this." That is to be at peace; that is happiness. Antonio; they’re knocking on his door bringing him a briefcase with golden feathers, because he is a soul with a great deal of love and kindness for the world. He doesn’t express his kindness as he feels it. Our falls remind us, of when we once had pain, and that way we learned. Antonio is satisfied with himself for what he has done for the victims of Aids; that’s to be at peace with self. He loves his family immensely. It’s a union; a communion of souls, that seek mutual understanding and want to do charity. You’re all happy embracing, communicating, and supporting each other.

176 Spirit of Helena: We learn to stand up straight and firm on our own feet. Sister dear, today you are able to say: "I’m another.” You‘re a good gardener because the years have passed by and you have learned to fall landing on your feet; picking yourself up. You have all those seeds in a big granary, well kept, with abnegation. Now that you have the ripe fruit, you can throw it carefully so that it may grow. Gilda, you’ve been dedicated to waiting, compiling and correcting your writings; plus organizing and cleaning your projects, and your life. Listen: in the past, when you walked, the streets of old Manhattan with me (Helena) we were curious; we laughed, wrote, drew; although lacking; each day was something special for us because we expected the best from God. Nel in a previous life danced with you; you were brothers. He would tell you: "Come, come, we haven’t finished; you enliven them.” “We’re going to do many more things.” Nel, with your actions and your good feelings you give us strength; you’re a nightingale. Details make you happy; giving your smile and your affection; you’re scrumptious in kindness and generosity; it’s a gift from God. Karym was a fine preacher in a lifetime. He traveled from village to village, always very eloquent and very Christian; he never deceived; he enjoyed talking as now. Antonio was a writer, very much in demand; a lover of the arts, the same as now. You can all create a great symphony, it’s worth while; you all have the allure to do it. You’re my beloved brothers; all with the same mission to love, to achieve and to serve. I leave you thoughts of goodwill from my soul.

177 Spirit Jíbaro: I use to go near a causeway by a river and like the flow of the river, I ran; at times slow, sometimes fast. I’m a “Jíbaro” (field worker.) I was born in the central mountains of Puerto Rico, in Barranquitas; a noble town of: "If we want to, we can achieve it.” I recall Don Luís Muñoz Rivera and his son; I carried my banners up high during the electoral campaigns; we all participated; we voted. I loved the rivers, the springs, brooks, and the “Bohíos” (Grass huts) with firewood burning and the aroma of coffee at three in the afternoon; it smelled of tortillas and corn. We would leave early to cut, to sow; evolving with the soil. The sun warmed us; it was a healthy life. On this day l connect very much with lady Helena, because she’s a transparent soul; she is subtle; she helps us all with God’s permission. Sister Gilda, you’re not tired, no, nothing; say: "I’m going to finish what I started.” Spirit of Helena: Thank you brother. We will travel together; with God’s permission to New York and enjoy a stroll (We did it in 2003, 2004 and in 2005.) Karym always mentions his aunt Helena. For him l have a basket of fragrant flowers and baby pumpkins. I’m helping many in that community in lower Manhattan which still suffer from the tragedy of 9/11.They carry their grief, agony and their scars. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Helena is saying: "Thank you for inviting me."

178 Unknown spirit: I like the sound of the ship; its toot, toot, toot; as it enters the anchoring ground arriving at the port. I like the squeak of the seagulls, and the swaying of the waves. All the sounds of man and of God, united in a pledge to give to the world. I’m the Creator’s grateful soul. His beacon is very much within me and it will always lead me to a safe port. Father, you guided me, lighted my way and didn’t let me fall so that l could serve and love you more, thank you. Spirit of Helena: Good evening Gilda. Beloved Monserrate, I know that your body aches, God help you; our affections and blessings for both. Little sister you’re a combatant and will be victorious. This is just the beginning of many things; you’re going to achieve your book project; God has it in his agenda. (I achieved it eighteen months later.) Spirit of Pedro: I had cancer; and I come today to thank Nel for the aid that he offers; God bless him, he has so much sentiment. Nel is a man of God, full of brotherly love. Peace and love to all. Spirit of Tito Puente: God illuminate my son. Gilda tell him that from the beyond his father blesses him and loves him; to keep going, to go ahead. There are some very happy musicians here; there’s one that hit the keyboard a great deal. He’s happy with your book, because you remember them. You were one of my favorites; I have a flower for you Gilda. Music was my life, I wanted to speak it. I was a good musician, a good “Sonero.”

179 For a while I dressed in white because l was a believer; all my life I was a believer. Black Edubije in “Spanish Harlem” was a great medium; she told me that your mom had the gift, that she was a medium. Edubije was from Ponce beach. (We had been looking at a photograph of Tito.) Just now you were looking at my picture; here in this room, and I said: "They’re looking at me!" (He saw Karym’s puppy) I love animals. I recall that when l had the heart attack in Puerto Rico; that same morning someone had asked me about you, Gilda; you’re always on fire. Your book is going to reverberate because of your message. Nel, I knew them; “The Rufino” in Mexico, they were good people. (Nel is an admirer of a musical group; the quartet "The Rufino.”) You’re a humble man with immense love. Gilda, tell your son Tony, that I congratulate him. He has always been fond of my son; he’s a good friend. God illuminate Tony and Karym; they’re going to do much charity. Now, we’re going to hit the bongos and my instrument; I’m leaving playing the bongos and the conga drum. Spirit of Joe: The master Tito Puente has just freed me. I came with Nel; I’ve been with him for a good while. It seems like they have sprayed me with “Florida water” It’s the first time that l feel stronger. It’s very sad, it saddens me how the world is; there is hatred, grudge, and possessiveness. I felt like a failure in that life. Those are serious errors, because one must leave aside grief, one must be free of grief. They called me Joe, or Joey, l was a musician and also a believer.

180 My grandma was a medium; since childhood I knew about the world of the dead and of the living. But now this planet is worse, it’s a world of intrigues, of hatred. This is a moment of peace; like in a temple of God. I’m here to do charity, I want to be charitable. Yes! I really played well those keys on the piano, as Master Tito Puente said. I congratulate you for the book, sister Gilda. I also knew Nel; I know that you are a musician. I respect my musician friends; we suffer but we also enjoy. Go ahead without tripping; be able to say: "Nobody pushes me down." I went through that; praise God that I picked myself up. Now I am going to do celestial music.

Tito, Celia & Gilda

Unknown spirit: When sadness overwhelms you with a heart filled with anxiety and fear; how can you climb the hill with eyes overflowing with tears? Remember, God sees all, so wipe away the tears. March on to the beat of your heart, for victory is surely near.

181 December 24, 2002. Our Story

Spirit of Helena: Merry Christmas! On this beautiful day; a day of the angels; life in the firmament is felt. I bring you a bouquet of spiritual flowers, and a divine rose garden of good thoughts for all, with peace and love. We arrived in New York City in 1825, and went to live to lower Manhattan. The neighborhood was known as "Five Points" or five crossings of streets where "Chinatown" and “Little Italy" are now. Our good parents, perplexed and disoriented in Spain by the political situation, achieved their dream of traveling to America; to everyone’s America. With faith, much persistence and sacrifice, we finally arrived. We had God’s protection because in that neighborhood we were faced with crime; thus it was. Man disliked himself, because of his misery, his poverty, and for not having the capacity and means to exceed. I know violence well in that locality, but God gave us the ability and the intelligence, to survive decently. We, by-passed the rough areas, holding on to each other; at our feet the blows flew. We walked in silence to a sector where we had our hideout; it was a studied routine. All of us always had our minds very occupied and we prayed a lot. In the sunsets, others did the same thing; prayed. They were devoted and brave men and women, that came wanting to dazzle the world, but life was very difficult then; so many people arriving seeking aid, many abandoned. It was a moment of great conflict, but of evolution, an epoch of a great deal of advancement.

182 Our father was called, Isaac Arizmendi Borbon, a Spaniard; a painter and later on an art professor. A hard working gentleman; calm, discreet, and compassionate. Our mother was a beautiful and loving soul; a gracious and proper lady. Her name was Josefina de la Cruz, also from Spain. She was an actress, writer and an acting professor. At that time there was much theater; that’s all there was; the theater was the entertainment of the masses. In the house there was always abundance of art; we all painted. The mother designed ladies apparel, dressmaking. It was a family of teachers; we were sisters. Magdalina and Helena Arizmendi were tutors; that was our profession. The girls: Magdalina, seven years and Helena ten; came to the new world speaking Spanish and English, because the father was very intelligent, organized and cautious, and he had taught them well. He also spoke French; the girls understood it and spoke a little; but they loved to listen to him speak. The brother, the first born, died at the age of nine from smallpox. Ours was a past with a lot of suffering, but with much humanity. Magdalina and Helena Arizmendi were almost twins, because of the great affinity between them, they also looked alike physically; Helena a little taller. They loved, respected and understood each other, to an extreme; even dressing alike. They were so close; united souls, almost like one person. They shared ideals and ideas; both teachers, writers and painters; always walking together carrying a notebook in their hands. I remember very fondly those days.

183 Children then wanted to learn; they were docile, obliging. Our grandparents arrived with us. We had a devoted maternal grandmother that we adored; Alba Rosa was her name. The grandfather was called Archangel; he was well educated, wrote poems, reflections and prayers. With great faith he said: "To be able to achieve; one must do it elbow to elbow, all united.” The grandmother would say: "Christ can do anything.” “Nobody can swerve me, because it will be removed from my path. I have my defender. We lacked everything, with many limitations, but the sisters repeated: "We are never alone, God is always with us.” In the streets the girls were curious; they laughed, took notes, made sketches. It was the graciousness of spirits evolving with a desire to do acts of charity. We saw much suffering, but God helped us to live without being squeezed together; without having strangers in the home, or renting rooms to outsiders; we enjoyed our privacy. The family was of Spaniard/Sefardí ancestry, but then in America no one spoke of religion in public. In the home prayers were said to the Omnipotent God of all. In that epoch it was dangerous to speak of creeds; because religious gangs existed and brawls often erupted Our mother was fragile, sickly. Mother sewed our clothes; she designed long flannel skirts, vests, and short jackets. Mother Josefina was a woman of faith and had a blessing; she was able to give healing massages; due to her spiritual faculties. It was a religious family with spiritual principles.

184 Modest, quiet and disciplined; we were isolated from the multitudes, always looking for the routes that did not imply clashes, but we also knew how to share with others. Both parents were solicitous, spontaneous, and generous and they taught us to extend a hand. I began my mission there. (Helena) The sisters had botanical knowledge because the father knew that subject well. They went to help the children, in the few clinics that were available. There was suffering, greed, parasites, misery and a lack of hygiene. I helped in the health centers serving many students and elderly people. It pleased me to give first aid. You (Gilda) did not go to the classes; but I became a volunteer, although you remained at home and gave me support. There was no jealousy or grudges nor aggravation; only a desire to make me happy. There weren’t many schools for poor students. Magdalina (Gilda) said to Helena: "You stay at the school I’ll go to the house to do the chores.” There was great communication between us. You were hard-working, and always sought how to help others. I have loved you very much, dear sister; there was telepathy; when I thought something, you thought it also. We did a great job; we are so alike. Enjoying, sharing the select conversations with our family. We filled other people with love, faith and hope, with our short lectures, because then people wanted to be educated. Together we prepared pamphlets with positive thoughts; some were mine. I always wanted to be near the parks because of my eternal love of space and vastness.

185 We were used to looking for a bench near a tree in the park, to pray, to read, to write and to draw; away from the warlike multitudes of our neighborhood. You (Gilda) drew small illustrations and l liked to write short stories and poems. We enjoyed autumn and the sunsets. Always carrying books, we sat on those rustic benches and were filled with the energy from the robust trees. Papa Isaac found a great cedar trunk with two enormous drawers; we were wild about the trunk, because it was like a desk. We placed it in a small corner in our home; there we kept our documents; it was an enthusiasm of boiling ideas. I (Helena) owned what l called: "My grand old piano" and enjoyed playing for the family and our friends. Always asking God to have the space to accommodate the grand old piano that l loved so. It was a jewel, because it was manufactured from one great piece of tree trunk; it was a luxury at that time. Papa was on the alert and informed about the ships that arrived and he obtained the necessary items for the family. He provided the materials for the painters and writers of the neighborhood. Since he bought them from merchant marines he had many novelties to sell. He even sold artifacts made by the native Indians, and other scarce articles. We wore those Indian beaded necklaces. I, (Helena) had a great talent and inspiration to write spiritual reflections, my sister (Gilda) wrote short plays for the amateur theater. We were short of everything, but found the paper to help many, giving them lessons, classes, we taught with pay or for free.

186 The sisters took oil from the flowers and used it in their paintings and illustrations. They bound pages of stories and poetry to preserve them like books. Thus creating pamphlets and small booklets in a simple form with the few resources; and selling them with the help of the father; other pamphlets were distributed freely, so that those with fewer resources could learn. The two were pleased sharing their work with the wretched. Other times they distributed loose pages that they were able to print in a rustic press, recently brought from Europe, and available nearby. Bleeker Street, in lower Manhattan was then the hub for the writers, translators and printers. In the neighborhood a news report was printed, that was a loose page. There were people of all creeds and ambitions; among them some were seeking a place to succeed. Our good friend Sophia had a small print shop with very important rich clients and she commissioned us to do translations. Sophia is a great spirit; and she is here today and congratulates you Gilda; she tells me that she will be near when you finish your book. Magdalina, (Gilda) was very devoted to the Virgin Mary, and frequently said: "Let’s go to the small church.” You loved the Virgin, felt fervor for the Virgin, and painted her often. I told you: "Don’t do so much to the veil, it’s too elaborate, make it simple.” You also painted children. (In this life, I have always painted virgins and children in my art classes.) It pleased me, more than my sister to dress up; I loved hats and cameos; l adorned and made hats for my smaller sister.

187 Papa brought mama and us brooches and cameos from his trips; he was very loving. We shared the cameos; l taught Magdalina to love accessories. I placed the broaches on my shawl, and did the same for Lin, (Gilda) as I called her; it was a nickname. We had a collection of brooches. Our father was kind, devoted, a well dressed gentleman, although his clothing was old, but fine, and well cared for; I would always say: "My holy father, how much we love and respect him.” Our father’s friends came on the ship with us. They were all European; very bright and ingenious; all together they built a big wagon that carried us from Manhattan to Long Island. Papa Isaac was a very skillful man, he obtained his own big old carriage in an exchange with a friend; then he fixed and redecorated it; he was an excellent woodworker. He always moved the carriage from place to place in the neighborhood so it wouldn’t be stolen; those were dangerous and hard times, but happy times too. We visited those European friends in South Hampton; we escaped to those lovely fields. There were very large farms with fruit trees and swings in the large trees; the children had freedom, laughing a lot and spending the whole happy day there. I loved everything there. In the autumn, the flowers and the trees were very beautiful, multicolored. The town of Huntington in the winter was precious; we spent white Christmas there; sledding, adorning the pines and making a great supper for all the friends. When it was warm; the daisies grew in bunches; it looked like a white honeycomb of daisies.

188 We carried them to our table, handfuls of those pretty flowers. I took the branches and stems from the dry trees and made floral arrangement with the daisies. The men hung large swings in the trees for the children. They took us to the nearby port; to the ships; for our Christmas shopping, plus we bought hats, scarves, long woolen skirts. We enjoyed it and always met old friends. We gathered in a shared space; it was the custom to gather, to celebrate "Thanksgiving.” We spent the entire day in tents that were mounted to accommodate us all. They hunted turkeys and ducks; we all cooperated in the preparation of the great feast, using fresh vegetables and fruits of the season for the pies. There were toasted peanuts, nuts cider. The adults made sangria with the local fruit cider, the large sweet potatoes abounded. Dear little sister we helped; we liked to help the grandmother that was a great cook. Later on in the summer, there were games, races, the beach; we loved it all. They were family circles from other lifetimes. I was always in charge of the dyes, painting the little bows that we made with rustic cords, and "Linseed Oil” and "Paper Mache.” We picked acorns and painted them with the colors of Christmas, from the seeds; to adorn our tree. Our father liked to fish; but you didn’t like to accompany him, but l did it to please him. We sailed in a barge with a roof. You remained with mother, weaving, reading and cutting cookies. We wove with knitting needles; our mother did it and we did it. Now I use a cushion to weave, like a large roll to weave. Gilda, we had a small dog in the city, but we had to change dwelling; moving to a more peaceful one.

189 They didn’t want the puppy there, so we left the puppy, in our friend’s estate and we would go to see it. I would tell you: "Manita" or “Lín” (Gilda) "Be still for a while.” You Magdalina (Gilda) were excessively hardworking and too restless. You answered me: "Alright Hel” for Helena. At first our father rented a temporary summer house, but finally we lived permanently in Long Island. Isaac was an epicurean so we ate Long Island duck with vegetables and fruits that he cooked with wine in the great chimney of our new residence. At Christmas we adorned the big house with the Nativity motives made by us. Lifetime friends arrived, even from France and Spain, they came. All of us shared happily the season and the joy of Christmas. It pleased me to take care of the plants, but not my sister; now Gilda does it with enthusiasm. I enjoyed tea, with drops of lemon in the water; everything natural pleased me. Returning to "Five Points"; our conversations with friends were good; injecting other people with our simple words, of love, faith and positivism. Sometimes we gathered for tea, sharing pieces of pudding or cake. Our group; all had the same interest; to learn, to know, to explore and exceed, we were curious souls. We were industrious, little sister, we sought to help our friends; there was great affinity among all. Our foundations were solid; we respected each other. There was a great restlessness among all of us; a genuine desire to progress. We held gatherings in the small dwellings. There the youths conversed about their works, inquiries and intellectual goals, all with seriousness.

190 We were even interested in spiritism, in those days there was a great curiosity; in America and in Europe about mysticism. We were all interested in that philosophy; searching for all existing spiritual news; sharing knowledge with our friends and companions about news that arrived from far away. The reunions were so interesting; we bought candles, incense, myrrh, delicious fruits. I’m glad that you bought the pineapple and the flowers today. I recall the raisins, prunes, dry fruits. There were so many street vendors; streets full of people, large baskets, horses, coaches. Lorenzo was a young philosopher, a mystic, a poet, a true young gentleman and he visited us. He would always tell me: "You are filled with grace like the Virgin Mary.” Our friend was strong and elegant but died young in an epidemic. Another friend, Alfonso, a student of medicine visited us often too; Justo visited us and also Alejandro, the writer and philosopher. There was enormous potential; it was like seeing a staircase and trying to climb it; there was a good mixture. Magdalina (Gilda) liked high boots, and hats, and caps for the cold. We wrapped ourselves in our scarves; the young men resembled one another. We were happy adorning ourselves, rejoicing, laughing, conversing, intertwining the words; it was precious, like collecting petals. The smiling afternoons were full of sun and the sunsets were splendorous. Celebrating, appreciating everything; we were inventive, active; always doing something and learning to combine interests; it was lovely.

191 Little sister, sometimes l walk barefooted and remember that we ate ice cream cones walking barefooted; although I loved my feet, and took good care of them, because they carried us very far; they were our transportation and we walked a great deal. Gilda, in wintertime you ran after the birds, you sought nature; everything interested you and you were very curious; you were a spirit with many yearnings; laughing and spilling your happiness through your pores. I have told you that you were diligent, but I was careless and you scolded me. You were a great teacher with plenty of discipline, very well prepared, independent, handling matters well; a survivor. The friend that we visited in the Hamptons was like a brother to father; they knew each other from Spain. He was married with a single son, but his wife died of typhoid. There was little hygiene and much illness. Father knew about diseases; he had studied a little medicine and later botany; healing with plants and seeds. The friend was ill; and since Isaac was a virtuous man, he went to help his friend. While there he pinched his foot with a moldy nail and it became infected; that was very common then. His friend recuperated, but Isaac died of tetanus at 72 years of age. It was a tremendous lost for all, although the family was secure by then. Our parents then, have reincarnated and live in Europe; I look into them sometimes. Magdalina (Gilda) disincarnated first; almost at sixty years of age; I missed you very much; a little later l disincarnated; my kidneys failed me.

192 Spirit of Don Isidro: Helena and Magadalina were enterprising souls, but they were submissive, careful, and cautious. Life then was harsh and each person sought their own harmony. You created your own protection and had your individual space; it was an environment of poverty, but beneficial to develop vigor and thus be able to continue ahead. The two of you were injected with great passion; in both your lives together; you were charitable. The young girl Helena, arrived, achieved, and grew to a great extent spiritually. While in the prior lifetime with you Gilda, in Argentina, Helena married, had a daughter and lost her during the birth of her grandson. She raised the child; always saying: "He is my soul’s boy.” Spirit of Helena; Thank you brother Isidro; yes tremendous struggles but affections subsisted. They are real scripts from life; it is true, we were always very grateful, and have shared during two incarnations; all that, is true. Bless dear Monserrate; for her petals from our lives. Everything that comes from God is perfumed. This is a gift.

Unknown spirit: We are puppets on a string, not really knowing where we are, or do. All is an illusion my friend. Think about this; hold on to your love ones, savor those blissful moments together. Embrace the good, release the bad, and forever be joyful for what you have.

193 Spirit of Helena: There is a small feast of love and affection here; from our Father; for everyone. Little sister may you feel deeply that love, because He sways us in his swing, He is the best Father; He is our sky, our sea, our spiritual lullaby. We are sheep of your flock, Father; we are fowl of your dear orchard, and we seek a spiritual rest. It is a new year for this planet; dawn on this splendorous day to celebrate the beginning of a new journey, and to be able to find peace, harmony, health, and a purpose to continue. We follow you, Father, on your path, on your roads, without falling, without hurting ourselves; unharmed; loving you. In your world there is shortage, necessity, sadness and much pain; there aren’t sufficient resources; it’s a deep well. They are frightened; some have lost it all. Let’s pray for them. Our love will be eternal; we must create a solid chain, unbreakable. Little sister, l want to be a part of your projects, therefore I ask God to allow me to give you a hand. How wonderful that I found you, that we have been reunited; we have much to talk about. After that incarnation in New York, I was perplexed. Now I want to be joyful and of service to God, to you all and to humanity. Let me tell you; an important soul arrived in your life, dear sister. You enjoyed his company and he gave you a great deal of tranquility. He is very noble; he was transparent. You were very impulsive, but l stopped you and you heard me: "Don’t be angry; rage can be discarded.”

194 Your suitor was a theatrical professor in "Five Points" He was ingenious and had the knowhow to conquer the world because he was a special philosopher. You were his favorite; he always sought you. Today he is here spiritually and brings a blessing for you, and for your children. (Monserrate was restless.) We’ll finish soon, because dear Monserrate is uncomfortable. Yes, life is pretty; we have our eyes, and are able to see. May God have compassion on this world; He is the light, the candle that illuminates us all. We will hold each other up and grow; God leading us. One day very soon, we are going to begin our notebook. I am going to create a method to dictate stories and lives to you; it is a precious task. In the morning, try to do a short prayer; thus we will establish a communication of solid ideas; a telepathic line. Gilda you also have many paragraphs; don’t buckle. There are many carats; there are a great variety of flavors in the world of fragrances. God illuminates you always. Peace and love in the world. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw myself in Fortress Street; in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. I was sitting on a small bench in the "Arms Plaza” as l used to do on Sundays while attending the “Band Concerts”, when l was a little girl. I was looking uphill on the street; then l stood, up and thought about the one cent that l had left to buy “Toddy"; an old fashion chocolate ice cream of that era.

195 I approached the candy kiosk, where they sold “Alegrias” typical candies made of coconut and ginger. At that instant I saw my little cousins, Gilberto and Armand; they have passed away a long time ago, but l saw them as if they were children. I felt an immense love, a peace, and great happiness; l seemed to be floating.

Spirit of Justo Canales Ortiz: What is your spiritual destiny? The life of the soul is so interesting; when you dare, you must dare. I was born in the small town of Juncos in Puerto Rico; with decent parents, farmers; I was a good “Jíbaro,” working in the fields; honest. I loved the land, we cultivated it. I was tall and they told me that l was handsome, because of my Spanish and Taino Indian blood mixture. I did not have brothers, and was the adoration of my parents. There was much love and kindness in my home. My parents had no formal education, but I taught them to read. That reminds me of Don Antonio "Toño" your grandfather that helped the poor; a great deal of bread he gave to satisfy their hunger. He was a soul that wanted to learn; he respected. Don Toño; much fondness for your soul. The smell of burned firewood and the scent that came from the huts with their bonfires pleased me. "They are busy" l thought as l sat up there in the mountains staring at the valley.

196 The taste of fresh water from the brook and God’s warmth also pleased me. I admired the "Jíbaro” taking his crops to the market to fulfill his obligations; thinking: "How honorable they are.” I also complied with my chores on the farm, with the horse, with the cow, always so busy, with much to do. I recall the granary under the tall houses, the barrels of palms that were carried to the market. In town, there were always a few faith healers and I wanted to learn from them about the plants, about all the botanical remedies. l was a dreamer since very young; writing and painting in my few spare moments. At that time there wasn’t much silver for anything or for anybody. I saved my scarce income. We stood in line for everything and no one remained empty-handed, they all shared. On “Three Kings Day” something always reached us. I saved my little money because l wanted to go to the great city, l wanted to reach New York; that was my dream. My parents were healthy and that kept me calm; just expecting an opportunity to leave. It was a special force that l felt dreaming about traveling. I knew that from the capital, San Juan, those large barges left daily bound for the north. I spent my time working in the fields, dreaming, saving my earnings and learning from the elderly master faith healer. Telling him: “You are a seer.” Because he would tell me: "Expect a very pretty life. You are going to travel a great deal; it is in your life." “Me? Me?” But that’s what I wanted! To have happy dreams is so precious.

197 I prepared, throwing in my knapsack everything that l thought that was necessary. I was enthused with formulating perfumes from the flowers and I learned to make dyes from them and the roots that are tinted, for example, the annatto seeds. We combined, mixed them, and made paste, and then we painted with them; making paintbrushes from the strong threads of the hooks from the branches. We picked the seeds; toasted and grounded them. Watching, observing them, taking care of them from the rain, or from the excess sun; we used their oils. I believed very much in all spiritual matters. Having a great deal, a great deal of faith I told my parents: "I will go when l reach my 18th birthday.” I was a very big support to them, but I left them secure because they had their own land: they were owners of the farm, and they cultivated well. They were dedicated and industrious. At last one fine day, with sadness in my heart for my old folks; I left, and finally arrived in San Juan. Quickly I approached a man that seemed like a good decent person that was waiting around at the pier. Timidly I asked: "Would you allow me to travel with you?" Well he guided me, and as you can imagine, I got a job as an apprentice to the navigator in a barge bound for the great city. I was a good student, a good navigator. I arrived in New York City, on a sunny Sunday in the autumn, in the second half of the nineteen- century. In those days; like now, people came from all over the world to old New York; they came and each one had its own world.

198 "Did you bring your paintings?" The other artists asked; coaxing each other to exhibit them with the artists: we were so many. One day I met Helena and I thought: "This aristocrat is a fine woman.” She was gorgeous, sweet, and very eloquent. Helena looked at me and smiling said: "You are an artist.” (Interruption) Spirit of Damian: I am Damian. I was at the door; but confused about the apartment. I saw you both when you bumped into your brother in the corridor; when he arrived. I’m from a town nearby. We the souls have wings like the birds; we can seek, fly and visit. I entered with Nel, and I learned a lot in a short time; about the work he does with the cancer patients. Your book will turn out well, sister. You should create a line of small books; they will be like acorns with the grains within. In the city of New York you’re going to do much; don’t lose hope. I want to be a part of your group; to pray and give thanks to God. Nel is an artist from past lives; they always loved you so much; here, in Paris. There’s happiness in your face, there’s a peace in you that attracts. I’m in a party mode, but there’s a message for a soul that’s crying out on the streets. Her name is Mariela: she crossed over in an accident; lost her leg; she was in pain, but now the pain is gone. Mariela, listen: you’re going to leave here pleased and happy; you will go where my mother is, she will guide you; you’re going to recover. My respect and love for all of you. Spirit of Helena: Nel, give me your hands; you’re happy; you know how to enjoy the small moments in your life;

199 the little bits that you have. To live in peace with God; is divine. Another soul came with Nel. He was a musician, and is concerned about the hatred in the world; he says: "Health is a treasure.” “God help us to fulfill our missions.”

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(I was on the telephone, and heard Monserrate’s voice in the distance. I finished my conversation and went to her. She repeated the message that she had received: “Tell Gilda that she wants depth, not edge. She has foundation, roots, justice.”) Spirit of Helena: You mission in the radio is and has left a great taste; a solid merit of your experiences, of your life. They are sparkles of your heart; the keyboard of a grand piano, well cared and loved. They are musical phrases of your soul. You took pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and achieved a unique solid piece. They are thoughts achieved in a full, clear sunny day. It’s the silent murmur of the water moving and answering us. Now you are draped with your special apparel to continue as if every day of the year was festive; lovingly, full of peace and love. We learn to live in this world of the living dead of this planet; that push to arrive; wasting their energies, and disintegrating. The peaceful struggles are defeated with goodwill and daring. You are able to say: "I filled my basket with blessed loaves of bread for the world that is hungry. I collected the roses from my garden; heavenly and fragrant to share and to enjoy with my brothers.” Now in a small terrace overlooking the

200 bay, through a magical crystal, I feel vibrations; they are assuring you dear sister of a welcome for your book. Praise God.

Spirit of Helena: ■ Thanks to the entity Hiawatha for his aid. (A spirit using the name Hiawatha assisted me. Later l found data about a Native American in American history by that name. It may not have been the same; but he used that name.) God is here with us. Sister dear, the small pockets books will bring peace to the world. (We were preparing a small book with the messages from the spirits.) Spirit of Samuel: I was waiting for this boy, I saw him and I ran, shouting: "He’s going to rid me of my headache." I had pain, a great deal of pain; I died with a tumor in my head. Now without pain, I am a spirit of peace. It’s the first time that l visit here. Spirit of Helena: There is a chorus of souls in the room and it’s full of jasmines and white roses. It seems like they’re all singing "Let us pray to our Creator” “Merriment; peace and prayer." They’re dear brothers and sisters, with the honey so sweet that saves the souls. Gilda, say: "I’m happy and content because I’m going to achieve it. This is the second artistic phase of my life." You were very positive when you walked the streets of old New York. It was your great faith and eagerness. Thank you for the orchid.

201 Spirit of Helena: "A day in the life of a soul.” Pretty memories of the past bring you festive days. The paths that we walked together are facing me now; I see them. To achieve our goals; we continued hand in hand. When there is a past of hope; of wanting and being able to achieve, it’s blissful, and it’s magnificent to reach new goals. If we sing to life little pieces of joyfulness; we sing to the world, to the multitudes, and to the children with their extended hands. That’s everlasting; and we still go on. It is important to stop and look around; to be able to observe the smallest seed that is opening, existing on earth, offering shadow, beauty and food to the world. One must even look at the teeny-weeny; at the lawn, the path, look up at those branches in the trees; it’s an assembly of harmony, of peace and shadow for the traveler. Look higher up and see the birds, the seagulls, the sun that doesn’t want to set; it’s guiding us with its light; the moon with its divine ray of light, the cosmos with its somnolence of stars; seeing all that; makes us stronger. That is all free for us, it’s therapy for the soul and the body; loosening the tough nuts and bolts. I’m going to follow you around like a parrot, Gilda; to write a simple but profound book; and easy to digest. (This book.) If at any time in your life, you feel shattered or sluggish say: "No, no. I’m alive and I have within me a nightingale; a bird that sings and is happy.” We know that birds at times tire of flying and also feel cold, but they continue flying. Today I came with a “Halloween” salutation; it’s a loving greeting for all.

202 Spirit of Helena: Children suffer all over the world because of the selfishness and the indifference of the leaders. God bless the children. We must pray for the nations, for the children and the leaders. Peace, Father; give us peace, and illuminate us. One must be clean of soul and body; yes, with the soul prepared; always ready to do like so: (Pointing up) going upward at any moment. When we detach ourselves to pray or to meditate, we are closer to our spiritual brothers/sisters. They embrace, console and inject us with their magnetic energy; therefore attracting all the goodness that comes from God; they really charge your batteries. Karym, thank you for calling me Aunt Helena, I hear it and it cheers me up. You’re like a big boy, wanting a balloon or a kite. Someday we will all laugh and celebrate together; because there is a pretty road ahead. Antonio will write a novel. Spirit of Eusebio: "Solavaya" Gilda Mirós, stay on your frequency. Your book "From the Mountains," will be the story of “Jíbaros,” their many seeds; and the folk songs of the troubadour. Simplify it so that they’ll want to help. Let’s pray, so you may complete the next books. Monserrate: (Singing) "I’m like a dove; a dove that sings; that sings to the sun. I am imitating the great nightingale.”

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203 Spirit of Helena: Huge and good things will come to Karym, because he has fulfilled his duties; he wants to serve you Father, to serve the ones that suffer and repent; he is dedicated to helping children. Many surprises await him in his life, tell him to wait calmly. He will develop faculties; he has a large amount of spiritual capacity. The spirit of Ricky says: "I’m relieved and will be better. I was barefooted and my feet were injured; you gave me shoes. Thanks Karym.” His uncle Nel has affinity with your son. It’s good that Nel is in the theater again; it’s never too late. He will also have surprises; many gifts from God will come. Antonio will continue writing; let him create. Sit down Antonio and say: "I want to create.” Dare! Dear Monserrate, you have been essential in all this. Today I have a key for you Gilda, to carry with you always; it’s for the coffer of my memoirs. It’s the key for a tiny chest with my yearnings, my harmony, customs, love, respect and my spiritual incentive. A spiritual keyboard is heard in the distance, the musical notes are diaphanous. The spiritual entities are dancing and playing music for mankind, for God, and for the pure souls. In April the blessed palms will be seen; even the streets will exclaim: "It’s the awakening; it’s the resurrection.” Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw myself in a path, lined with majestic trees and gorgeous flowers. I looked young, agile; walking and jumping. That dear God is so good to all of us.

204 Spirit of Helena: Hello Gilda. We have traveled together on many roads; on good and bad highways and I want to continue learning next to you. It’s good that you made a decision about the book. You have to move that book as soon as possible, because many more will come; you couldn’t leave it there. Last night, when you said "Things don’t work out for me.” I was close by; yes, they work out for you. It’s not easy to do a book and you have been able to do it; and with so little left to go. With God’s permission, you will travel with your book to promote it; cheering you up. (True) Don’t be angered by misfortunes. I have some advice: it’s better to go on the trip during the summer, because bad weather is coming. One must take precautions on the trips by road, especially with the elderly. You’ll see, we’ll be together in New York, as we’ve dreamed. (We did the book and the trip. I made a mental request to Helena; to take care of my mother when she passed over.) When it’s dear Montserrat’s time to depart; you will deliver her to me and I will receive her. Dear sister, in our previous life, you wrote a great deal; more than me; I enjoyed writing short poems, we were in step. You were always stubborn, but later you would say: "Helena dear, you were right.” Renounce the anger and uneasiness; throw them aside. In this life you have accomplished much; by getting rid of the rubbish by your side. It has helped you to take care of your mother; you have done a great deal of charity.

205 Spirit of Lupe: I am Lupe. I lived in New York and cleaned houses; I was a domestic employee, but l always worked with pain in the hands, a great deal of pain; l cried and complained but worked. One good day, I listened to your radio program, and heard about the classes available for nursing; I called, attended the classes, studied and achieved it; I graduated working for many years as a nurse. Later on the condition in my hands worsened; I caught pneumonia and crossed over. Today I’ve came to give testimony of your work. Thank you.

Spirit of Ricky: Karym is well, he is strong; he has tested the love of God, and that Father helps him. He lifted me; I was blind and mute; a dirty piece of paper without life, a body without a soul. The peace of God with the young souls, many are crying. I have learned to love the entities of goodwill that visit this home. They helped me and I am proud of me. Gilda, go ahead, walk the walk. A special greeting for all, peace. Unknown spirit: My name is Clara; Clara from eight street. I listened to you on the radio. “What a voice.” I waited for your guests; l would listen entertained with peace and tranquility, enjoying it. Luckily l had a good job; taking care of my friend Delia’s children. Over there they all knew your entire life.

206 They took me to Queens, NY, to care for the children, and once with my boss, while eating out, I asked: "In which radio station is Gilda Mirós? I found you two days ago, in spirit. In Miami they cut your wings. Look how things are now; Spanish radio is discouraging. I visited Puerto Rico for the holidays, with my boss and her two children; l always travelled with her. One day, while she was driving; the only one that died was me. Five years ago, on a day like today, April 23. I came to see dear Monserrate because she gives me peace, and I’m buoyant and very, very tranquil, in peace. Gilda, they betrayed you, but you’re going to finish your book, because nothing knocks you down, you always pick yourself up. Remember that you were special, and you will always be. You all are the dead and we the living; we have wings. I must go, the voices are calling me. Spirit of Helena: Go with God Clara. Many kisses for dear Monserrate; I was walking with her in the corridor; she sensed me. I know that today is Nel’s birthday; wishing him eternal happiness, he is a devoted respectful soul, God bless him, he has done so much good; he has the gift to heal and he’s doing it; teaching, speaking to the patients; I love him very much. When l visit here, l feel enthralled; seeing myself in a portico, in a garden; it’s the love among all. I have seen so much pain in humanity, there is misery, even lacking water. God help, help them. I will continue telling you of my life in Manhattan; I loved very much, but didn’t have children; my companion couldn’t have them.

207 One sunny spring day, I was in a cafe type place with little tables, sitting outside having my tea. I liked animals and trees therefore I was enthused with a beautiful tree, and so I remained for a while. I opened a book seeking an address and suddenly a young, good looking man approached me: "Pardon me, where can l find a room for rent?" I led him to a place that rented rooms. Thus I met him; he was handsome and good. Gilda dear, in life, there are many things that God doesn’t give us and He has his reasons. You have grown as a soul, but must control your temper. In that past life you had your bad moods; l told you: "Sister, calm down." Dear Monserrate is now going to walk with me; it pleases her to walk.

Spirit of Helena: There are so many sad souls in the conflict; there is so much wickedness and hatred. Father, compassion for them, there is so much grief and pain surrounding them; many mothers suffer. God sustain them, protect them; compassion for the ones here and over there. There is much crying from the soldiers; life for them is a lament, a long night. It’s the selfishness of human beings. Why do they fight? Unknown spirit: I lost my brother; yes, in a war. He was my hope, my great companion in life since our lonely childhood; we were orphans and we were there for each other. Nine months after his death, I left, right after him. I tell you that grief kills and destroys.

208 My brother suffered a lot; and for me every day was sorrowful. Today I ask God for forgiveness. Peace to the world. Spirit of Helena: God help you, good soul. I know that you’ll find your dear brother very, very soon. Gilda, I’m happy for the way that you’re taking things, you’re an orderly soul; bless your peace. You’re methodical; and more so in this life, because of the profession that you chose. (Communications) I have been working but suffering, seeing so many broken ties; mothers, children, entire families. I have been battling with huge assignments and still many days of extensive work await us. We must pray a great deal. Gilda; a dear soul told me: "Helena, I am going to take you to see a lost sister.” It was my professor that brought me here. Blessed her and thank God. Sister, you have always been dedicated to the arts; that has been your great love.

Unknown spirit: Our Creator is Infinitely Benevolent; He is all love. There is no separation from Him, for we are part of Him. Respond with every molecule and atom of your being. He is speaking to you in the stillness of your heart.

209 Spirit of Helena: Gilda, this is going to interest you a great deal. You had an encounter with your present paternal great-great-grandmother; "The Coplera" in a past life. Here’s the story; you always want to transmit a message that’s why you’re curious, a combatant and a communicator; remember that we were tutors. In our existence in "Five Points,” we were good teachers in a neighborhood with a terrible shortage of everything; but with ability, forcing ourselves; and with the capacity to orient children we succeeded We were born in Spain, and had relatives there. Listen to this; your present great-great-grandmother from Spain; "The Coplera,” the mother of your great- grandmother in your present life, was your aunt, in the previous life with me; a soul that loved you very much. She was then a rural Spaniard; a sister of our mother Josefina. Now she was called Ana Consuelo; she was born in San Sebastian, Spain. Ana Consuelo was a talented actress, singer, and she danced very well; she was an attractive charismatic and brave blonde; and became a “Coplera/Singer,” very young by joining a theatrical company that travelled in the Caribbean. Arriving in Puerto Rico she fell in love, married and remained; leaving the theater. She was Don Toño’s grandmother. Sister Gilda; God has a surprise and another. You will carry a message to the world; many books will come. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Bless you, Helena of God. (Singing: "God save you Maria.” It sounded like Latin to me.)

210 Unknown spirit: I am so and so tired of suffering that I remained stuck. I am one more of the souls that walk or drag themselves around everywhere. They’re the abuses, the injustices, if we loosen up, we end up stuck. Second unknown spirit: Little tired sister, stay calm because you are going to feel relief, you are going to learn; sit down for a while and listen to the messengers that speak very softly. Dare as they did it, to throw away what is useless. They’ve come to refresh you because you have really suffered a great deal, but our Father answers us; therefore have faith and go ahead; those are short prayers. I tell all the complainers: “Look at the face of God.” Our sister Helena always has an affectionate greeting. She says that we are going to exchange our beneficial thoughts; just to hear one good phrase from a soul helps. Spirit of Helena: She is in front of us; she lived a life of suffering and does not forget, but she should know that the spiritual life can be very beautiful if you seek God. Sisters, I congratulate you both; for the reading this morning; you studied, bit by bit, the past in old Manhattan, thus you can compare and appreciate how its inhabitants struggled; for them nothing was impossible. Nobody saw the terror of crime that surrounded them. I felt nostalgia seeing you reading and commenting that history book; but I have the great satisfaction that I am fulfilling my mission and that will help with my spiritual evolution.

211 Spirit of Helena: (Back from New York.) It’s a happy day, little sister. This trip was a total triumph; you have gotten a great deal of promotion for the book and that was very necessary. Nel took dear Monserrate strolling in her chair, down Fifth Avenue; it made her very happy. Sister, prepare yourself, you’re going to have more publications; there will be a piggy bank especially for you, but Gilda, you deserve it. An entity here says: "Gilda Mirós resurrected." “The black man has tumbao.” There is a row of souls waiting, all thinking: "Dear Monserrate is a great soul; she will give us the opportunity.” She hasn’t had the intense pain during the trip; thank God. (Monserrate moving; gesticulating like “La Lupe.”) Spirit of La Lupe: I’m "La Lupe" The "Yi, Yi, Yi.” The black woman, Celia Cruz respects you for what you did with the Sonora Matancera. Pa' lante! Hallelujah! Praise God. Once l had a vice; but I picked myself up, I cured myself. I love that Father. I use to listen to your program Gilda; a good physician; very expert and decent, went to your radio show and helped me with my illness. Praise God. I was always crazy about my art; about my music; all my life. I died happy, very happy; as someone that knows God; forgive me, Father. Praise God. Your book has a ray of light, a heavenly sea, a shining moon; it has the universe; "Métele mano." I’m La Lupe. The music smells of sugar cane; it has aroma of “Melao.” God bless you all. I respected Celia Cruz. She suffered so much pain, so much pain.

212 (Gestures; making faces, twisting her mouth.) Hallelujah! Amen. (Pause) The black woman has “Tumbao; melcocha.” I want to congratulate you sister. I respect the lady Dona Celia Cruz. We the spirits love her and we respect her. Praise God. m

Spirit of Helena: - Hello little sister. Huge amounts of strength from the souls are coming to you. I’m radiant with happiness because I was in one of God’s gardens seeking the prettiest flowers to bring to you both. Let’s enjoy watching how life moves day by day; knowing that God is our patron; with Him you’ve watered a fertile ground. Gilda, my desire is that you may feel very tall; soaring like a bird; because then we can see our steps; and wish to continue to follow His footprints; thus imitating Him. Spirit of Jesus: Gilda, your book has a symphony; think: it’s your second feat with the Matancera. Thank God that you were able to take your writings to press. This is the beginning of a pretty stroll because God is with you. My name is Jesus. I had a good mother; very religious; before my birth she said: "I’m going to give him, the Lord’s name.” I’ve forgotten my sad past; wanting to heal. I drank too much, and l felt the havoc of the alcohol; it was a pain, liver disease that caused my parting. I was able to leave behind my ignorance; l was stubborn, disobedient.

213 Now I’m feeling absolute calmness, and I want to participate in this spiritual retreat. Gilda, one that has faith and waits, achieves what he desires. What you did is not easy; you stitched, mended, spliced and patched well a curtain. You know a lot, but paid a high price to finish it. That confidence has permitted you to progress, although at a slow pace. You’re going to reach many that followed your radio programs; to them you were going very far; they’re going to seek your book. You’re going to play your piano. They’re like drops of hope, as if they were hand painted strokes; it’s a principle based on love. When the book takes off and follows its course; continue throwing into the little basket so as to do more books. You had never thought about doing something like this; and like a little ant you achieved it. Thanks to God, to your mother and to the spiritual brothers/sisters.

Unknown spirit: I was maimed; Helena taught me to move my fingers; thank you sister Helena, thank you Father. Spirit of Helena: Little by little we exceed, with our thoughts of peace and love. Sometimes we’re not aware that we have so much. Dear Monserrate; I love her so much. I ask God for the pain to lessen. My queen; you’re a queen. I leave you a big bow of laughter and ribbons. It’s bliss when we can give a good lesson; it’s a great feat; it honors us. Sister Gilda, you are a soul of many karats because you have wanted to progress; it has been

214 an enormous job to grow as a soul, you have really suffered, but one must go on forgivin g for there is only one goal; love and forgiveness. Unnownk spirit: They were sonnets from a past; loaded with cobwebs, but I had I the luck to escape and not get ensnared by them. I always wanted to be free; webs sadden me. Slave became the good spider that became entangled and couldn’t escape; to die a slave to the web. Therefore my advice to you sister is: "Don’t be a spider.” Be brave; don’t tangle up, be free. Look at the brilliant sun that lights your way and continue your journey; even if it’s long. Adorn yourself with the breezes, with a rainbow, and you will see in the distance; the most beautiful standard that a soul can reach. Don’t be a spider; be cotton, light. Love fully; to love is to know God. Peace and love. I leave you a vase of growing energy stems.

Spirit of Lorenzo: The saddest thing is to be an addict, to reach bottom. I wanted to save myself; many, many times I tried; and more and more the rubber sticks to you. It’s like a serpent that curls up around your body and strangles you; it’s ugly, horrible. I was an addict and I know what hell is; you don’t know whether you’re crazy or sane; its agony. What is my name? I visit occasionally; Helena responds and accompanies me, when she is able; she is my fairy godmother. We respect each other like little brothers. She’s a clear blue lake; I compare her with the sun, with laughter, kindness, harmony, peace, union and kisses.

215 All that and more; so many pretty things. Lorenzo; my name is Lorenzo. My mother was a writer; I ask her to help your son Antonio that is a talented writer. He feels love for others. Your brother Nel is also talented; he’s a great MC, and a good luck charm for the shows. The theater for him is a prayer, harmony; it is a melody well played on a piano, a bit of poetry. He loves in silence; enjoying the peaceful moments of life. He respects your talent and capacity; he is diligent and caring, a piece of love. It’s not easy what he d o es , one must know about many details. Tell h im th a t I c on gr atulate him. Now I go with God. Spirit of Helena: Thank you, Lorenzo; as you know a soul’s life can be pretty. Gilda, you have been surprised by the entire wonderful thing that has occurred. Little sister, before our first incarnation together, we were part of a union of souls and together we achieved a great deal. Dear Monserrate was a very kind poet and she studied and combined plants; very knowledgeable she was, healing with the use of herbs; she was an excellent healer. In a previous lifetime she worked for a long time, with Yamara, which was her spiritual guide in this present life when she began her spiritual journey. The soul that you called “Yamarita” helped you and your brother when you were children. Monserrate was and is now an enlighten soul; someday we will elaborate. Little sister, do not burden your mind; be calm. I have so much happiness within me because I know that you’re going to lift up the fallen. It’s a symphony of love and song; God’s force on earth.

216 You have a commitment; your project "From the Mountain,” are musical love poems. Your other authentic projects will reach the island. (Puerto Rico) You will sing to the poets; all are good sentiments and affection that your mother leaves you. You like her don’t like falsehood; only truth, authenticity, reality. Religions; like all beliefs out of fear; are like politics; they repeat things so much that the person finally says: “I believe” without believing. Peace for those that have fallen; peace to the sad followers of ignorant religions; of false and black beliefs. To them a woman is a hidden veil, a woman is worthless and she has nothing; but there will be a new dawn, and there will be lovely wide, ex te ns iv e a ven u es . I’m preparing myself for new and past encounters. Life for me is dew, its dusk, it has a special emphasis. Monserrate :( Out of trance.) What a pretty vision l had! I saw myself strolling on a path among white Christmas trees; the trees were tall and they were adorned with carnations and bows; and with special pieces of moon. Now I see Helena approaching with a bouquet of violets. How does Helena know that violets please me? Spirit of Helena: I returned bringing flowers for Monserrate. As a child she chose a poem to recite at school: "The Timid Violets.” She would recite, sing and dance. Little sister Gilda, you are weaving untied yarns with God’s enchantment with a desire to paint a book with eternal stanzas of life to welcome the ones that arrive and the ones that left, with Christmas gifts of life and resurrection.

217 You’re painting sunsets because there are silhouettes in the night, there are morning rose buds, tepid sunsets and dreamy nights. There is life’s laughter and there in that corner is your music, so divine, your very dear music, your crystalline poetry and your fleeting prayers. There, in that bouquet of violets, are the sleeping souls.

Monserrate: My daughter; I feel so, so, well, as if l were sitting on a cloud with my arms outstretched upward; with so much peace that l want to remain with that peace for always. Let’s’ say good morning and thank God. Being close to God is divine glorification; what a blessing to be able to reach it. Praise God; he does not abandon us. Spirit of Helena: Thank God for allowing me to visit you. Gilda, you’re recently born baby; the book about Dona Celia, was well received: it has personality that you gave it, with love. Karym behaved like a gentleman; helping, protecting; he provided and achieved it. Your book is in Colombia; it’s in Puerto Rico and in Mexico; it had a spiritual baptism. Those are books with a seal at birth. Dear Monserrate has helped you a great deal with this project; she has done so much for you; bless her. You’re firm, determined. God gives us gifts; big roads so that we may find our goals; this is a road of pearls, of multicolored beads.

218 Health for Nel, Antonio and Karym; they also love the book. God illuminate them; as if it were a wave of love from Him. Gilda, with Gods help, you can quickly begin another book. Thankfully we have organisms, (Healthy bodies) to do, to perform, to be prepared. They are commitments that bring honor for their decency, without deceits or treasons; clean. It can be achieved; everything in life is possible. One must only have faith, capacity and enthusiasm. There is so much tragedy; the world is agitated, altered. Only God can repair it and He doesn’t let us fall; He only asks us to keep our faith. I ask our Creator for the souls that left with cancer, which is a sore that devours, making the bo d y so difficult to carry; may they find relief and peace. This world is very heavy, too dense. We should refrain from complaining and God will help us. There’s still much good energy in the world. You’re going to have a feast of good spirits visiting. Those are hugs from the souls; that are received face to face. Here l am with other brothers/sisters, congratulating you. In our suitcase there is always space for love capsules from yesteryear. You’re willing to go on higher; malice doesn’t touch you, it can’t hurt you. All is blessed and in its proper place when God wants; holy saints can. You have a special visitor today. This soul did me much good; l learned a great deal from him. He was an excellent professor and a good counselor. His surname was like yours in a past life; Manrique, professor Manrique. He says: "Gladly, I’m going to be your protector. That jumping book; your first book, has given you much confidence and self esteem.

219 I ask our Creator to give you the strength, Gilda; so that you may have a life with much peace and understanding, so that you may fulfill your spiritual mission.” I’m looking at the c lo uds, how beautiful; they seem like lace, like angels entwined for the peace of the world.

1 Monserrate: I lifted up spiritually and felt myself floating; in an ecstasy, therefore I surpassed everything. One must have faith and hopes, not letting things wipe us out; overcoming with life-force our situations. Feel the beauty that is called harmony; that gives you the happiness that lasts and lasts. You have your freedom due to your faith, and you feel agile and capable; erect with the universal energy from God; thus you soar above all the miseries in life. Daughter repeat: "Now, I’m going to meditate, and at this time, I’m going to give myself to God." Loosen up, make yourself comfortable; to your liking, and a healthy sensation will invade you. Those are life’s divine moments. Spiritual posture and a unique environment are needed; in this way nothing will interfere. Spirit of Helena: Little sister, you created that small book, as if it were your little child. You prepared it, dressed it up for a holiday. Using with ability the ornaments at your disposition with spiritual elements; unrelenting you achieved it. There are many excellent authors and books, but there is something else; this book shines.

220 It strolls with its little feet; and it is because it has God’s force, those are constructive elements to conquer the world. The years will pass a nd the book will continue to circulate. You saw someone caress it. (Stroking the book with affection) It was somewhat surprising for you to see it. Your devotion was so great that you gave it a supreme force. You will penetrate the world of publications. Dear Monserrate loved books very much since childhood. Her body is wounded but her spirit is lively. The elder that taught her early on to read is pleased. She read a lot as a child and those readings left her very lovely sentiments. She would lay on the floor with a book and enjoyed it. She loves your book, it attracts her. Let your ideas follow their course; remaining there for future generations. There are those that carry books and don’t carry money; thinking: "When I’m uncertain; there is a book.” “Values very close to God are found in them." You have such an important anecdote, about your homemade book (Celia’s book.) Part of your body suffered. (Fractured my shoulder) With you Father, the work was completed. I feel joyful, I’m ill with joy, and yet l do not suffer from anything. Bless today; we have so many pretty things; palm trees, the bay, quiet noise; all is love, the moment is glorious. There’s silence today; we can write our emotions. The book is even in Iraq; a traveler took it to a soldier. It’s in the desks of the illustrious, in libraries; it was provided accommodation. Gilda, you feel stronger and think "I’m going to be reborn.” Karym loves you and loves the book; it’s like his little brother; the book was born to be loved.

221 Sister, in our past life we distributed; carrying small pamphlets in enormous bags; hauling a lot. We were a large group wanting to learn. Listen to this: a diligent man manufactured his own printing press; a fascinating thing because It was difficult; the letters, the ink, he was resourceful. Plenty of things we made ourselves and we were happy; advanced in curiosity, therefore all we did lasted long. I’m very pleased because we left a good standard. Gilda, with the aid of God, you’re going to travel much in the future. There will be significant and wise conversations. Many thanks for taking care of your beloved mother; she is submissive. Spirit of Dario: I’m Dario; it pleases me to congratulate you. I also feel enormous happiness because l perceive everything beautifully. I also wrote some books to praise God. May our Creator give health to dear Monserrate. Gilda you’re an audacious and daring soul; you’ll do many books. You will find fertile seeds so that the voice gets out; I ask God, that the voice may get out. I wish you health. ; You’re complying with filial love. I want to help you, to fly with you. I see that you’re not going to suffer because you have a little furnace to go on making your loaves of bread. This is interesting; I knew you as an author in a previous life. Look at the boxes often, love that book; it’s all a reality. Protective spirit: Fill those buckets, those containers, because we must continue. The message is well presen ted; because it takes you back to the past and there are those that relive and enjoy the past.

222 It’s a book of yesterday and today. There is a search for musical history now; there can be miracles, miracles exist. Spirit of Helena: Gilda your small book is amusing; like a modern antiquity; "New history". With tranquility good air comes; enjoy the fresh air because it comes from God. Think positively and that book progresses; it raises its wings, and says: "I go to many places.” "I don’t know in which directions but they are within me like sage, peppermint and mint.” "I’m growing roots, with a purpose to be useful. Soon I will see little white boats, embracing me. I go on happy with my cargo.” All will come in time; there is a road. You must analyze, know what you’re going to do. There is a very strong telepathy, a growth of the spirit. You will open a wide door. You have a very special cabinet for your large books. Do everything in God’s name. This is a loving spiritual gathering. We embrace as good sisters who have confided in each other; there were never secrets between us. I want us to work together; building, evolving and helping humanity; you’re my half spiritual heart. We shared our sleeplessness and our shrewdness. These are spiritual encounters blessed by God. The soul is a puff of an entire life, of an eternity. These are torrents of fresh water, of laughter. When we cry; we soften up, we sympathize. Remember that we are all part of the universe; we are a rainbow; passive and excited. Nel has his own step, he’s a light soul. He has always been part of our spiritual family. We all support each other; united we suffer united we laugh.

223 Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Sweet Helena is so subtle and compassionate. She’s concern about us; sometimes when I wait for you in the car, while you do the small purchases; I see her at my side; greeting me with her hand, like saying: "Here I am watching; taking care of you." She relocates; I see her like a swift cloud, like a shadow with an aura, vaporous; nobody sees her. Spirit of Helena: Yes, I always watch over you both. Little sister be calm and you will feel subtlety in your daily life; without calmness it’s hard. When you concentrate and expect from God; you’re enthralled and can continue with your tasks. Listening to God, we feel captivated by His sweet word and spiritual touch; then subtleness wraps us with vitality. Living in your world is rough; therefore you must seek the clean path. There are clean trails; guided by the hand of God that is powerful. Think that God illuminates your soul, and then you’ll feel yourself in another plane, in another dimension. Physical pains annihilate; therefore you need calmness, patience and resignation to endure them. Tranquility is so necessary, in all and for all. Our Guardian Angels approach us when we have humbleness and peace. Don’t be annoyed for interrupting your projects; I advised you to relocate to avoid problems with the approaching bad weather. I assure you a lovely and prosperous year; in spite of the inconveniences. (Succeeded) You have our love and our hopes; that nothing or nobody can put out; because it’s a divine lamp with glorious oil.

224 Spirit of Emilio: I felt lost and repeated: "Soon someone will come by.” A white car, two white cars passed by; here he comes.” At last I got into Nel’s car. I have walked long distances, but I knew who l expected; the one with the good heart. This is a temple of love; give me your hand brother. (Taking his hand.) He likes to comply; asking little from life, and God gives him everything. You have been able to survive but with too much responsibility. I’m Emilio; I was cold and wanted someone to show me God properly. Someone said: “Do you want to know about eternity?” “Go visit Nel Mirós’ house." That’s why I’m here and I expect to receive from you, that passive gift. When l entered with you l felt an immense happiness; a lot of peace in my soul. My last passing through life is difficult to understand; I wanted to do charity and I helped many children and the elderly. Nel, I know that I’m going to learn from you; I need your ability; I need to be useful and you’re a springboard. I suffered and died of cancer, suffering a lot of pain; l know what it’s like to suffer; the pain is so strong and there is no energy. My family believed in the afterlife; that helped, it always helps. My desire is to assist the cancer patients. (Nel is co-founder of the program: "Look Good, Feel Better,” of the American Cancer Society. He gives classes to the patients, and to the professional staff. Motivating the depressed patients that suffer the effects of radiation; helping them to recuperate their self esteem with beautifying products.) I need eagerness and your sentiment to love and to serve your neighbor.

225 I’m told that we must forgive our enemies. God gave you a good mother; something very strong binds all of you. Nel, you’ve done much; you’re a determined soul; giving all for your family and that is to earn God’s love; besides in the universe all good actions are rewarded. I have a message for Karym. He’s a soul that loves intensely; a clear soul. Order and cleanliness please him; he has principles; we spirits like that. Gilda, you’ll do another book; "The book of Monserrate,” also your video and the “Cheo” book. (All has been done.) I’ll leave with Nel; I’m willing to help. He also aids those singers that he presents in the theater. Peace and love always. Spirit of Helena: Nel, I also applaud you for what you do; in that manner you love; serving the world. How lovely it is, helping people that suffer. You’re happy because peace escorts you; spraying everything with your peace. God give your companion peace; may our feelings reach her. You received cards from the past; from people that remember that you took love to them; you gave them affection and good advice. Gilda, your jumping book attracts; it has given you the moral fiber to communicate. Let’s pray that many can savor the taste of basil and coconut; the flavor of plantain and mango, the laughter of the river, the song of the humming bird, the whistle of the breeze; sun, sky, the water from the mountain; and the squeal of new laughter. If not an hour, fifteen minutes; work on your projects. Eternal peace for dear Celia; she also suffered a great deal of pain. Bless her, she was an inspiration to you.

226 Spirit of Helena: I came to say hello. I was walking on a path with fragrances of flowers and the scent of the sea; and I thought about sharing that lovely moment with you. I bring a bouquet of spiritual flowers; a divine rose vine of good thoughts. Good afternoon Nel; health for you. You’re a good soul with many gifts. You’re happy because of your peace; the environment will always be serene for you, so that you may continue preaching. You speak, smile and give comfort to others; even in the theater you give the performers a sense of wellbeing. Gilda, you have in preparation a book about the history of a nation that fought for their vote. (Portrait of Puerto Rico.) This book has brought you good contacts; people that love the arts; spiritual life must be in them. Thank God that you were able to put a stop to the ones that steal ideas, and other things. Nel secured the yellow papers, the sixty-two year old drawings. It is the resurrection of a true story; a story of glory of Luis Muñoz Marín; a man qualified to free his nation from injustice. There will be ties in the distance; they want to help you. Life is like the water which runs without stopping making us better human beings; there is a great God that always helps us. The angel that dear Monserrate saw came to accompany her in the coming weeks, months, whatever it may be; until the end of this lifetime. It’s a gift from God; just like being a medium is also a gift. When your time comes Gilda, we’ll also accompany you.

227 Monserrate: Last night I saw a very pretty virgin, standing next to my bed. She looked like the Virgin Mary, dress in blue, but she also resembled the Virgin of the Rosary, with her rosary and her sky blue cloak, she was so beautiful. Spirit of Helena: Dear Monserrate, the virgin and the angel, that you saw recently, appeared due to God’s mercy as a loving spiritual support and sustained protection. Those illuminated entities are taking care; watching you, now and until you come to our world. Every day you do your prayers and are consistent in your devotion to God, to Jesus, to the Virgin, the saints, angels and the good souls. We all love you. Spirit of Diego: My name is Diego. I come from the mountains, where I was a director of an important company. Thank God, I am able to give Gilda some advice. Sister, you are tireless because you enjoy it, but you have an enormous task. You are in such a significant moment in your life. Ask for aid and they will give it; they will help you. Many love you, thank you, respect you, more than you know. Your books are symbols; they have your love, and with that love and dedication you disseminate them. Most important is that you forget, forgive, and are humble, because humility lifts us up and we do not trip. These are gusts of good, beneficial, storms that bring us health and peace. Spirit of Helena: Dear little sister, your good ideas are productive and send a message. You are given tiny pieces that

228 you put together and that blaze of "I want to be me,” is lit up to the very end. There is another Diego here; a good soul that shared with us in lower Manhattan. There were brains with flames of God there; in spite of the belligerent environment and the shortages. Spirit of another Diego: It was a blaze of restlessness and passions; a multitude of people from all over the world. There was also an effervescence; a torrent of thinkers that wanted to be charitable. They knew how to position and protect themselves so as not to be affected; God inspired them, keeping them unharmed. So much bustle, ingratitude, hatreds, revenges; but they were passive. Gilda some deep residues have remained in you from that life, blessed by God. In this life you have suffered shortage after the abundance, fear of what will come; dragged through the narrow door during many years. That has merit, it has infiltrated deep inside you; in your soul. We’re not defeated. "I have a project. I don’t give up. I do not have funds but I have faith that I will finish what I have begun.” That exists in you, you get ahead always; you bring it from the past. Great pioneers have it, it’s for always. The flame remains, that flame is always active. No negatives or thoughts of defeat enter your mind. Many know about you; about your ability; that you’re a professional. It’s an eternal learning; each day we learn. Don’t be fearful, God will not let you fall. Toss away the sadness because it slows us down. Protective spirit: Write this down Gilda; we are going to swing in the name of God, with the aroma of fresh herbs.

229 Listen; hear the murmur of the rocks in the sparkling spring. I want to run with you, chasing the birds in the meadow while they whistle their best melodies; harmonizing their songs with the butterflies. I want to feel with you the buoyancy of the bird that flies. I want to sit under the abundant tree that is called faith. Where were we born? That does not matter. Gilda; you have evolved a great deal. There are entities like spiritual twins that seek and find each. I know it.

(Franchezqui was Karym’s wife in his previous life in New Orleans. Monserrrate describes her as "Petite, pretty with light hair.” Karym was blonde, strong, and he enjoyed good food; and his home, same as now.) Spirit of Franchezqui: Karym, I loved you so much. You were so good to me; giving me a great deal of love and taking care of me. I became ill and departed young. You and I strolled on a trail in the park. I’m glad when you go to the beach; I’m happy because l see you free. God is beautiful and kind, expect from him. I accompany you, you’re a good man. My name was Florence, but they called me Franchezqui. We had a blond little girl with clear eyes that was named like me. I would clothe her with long dresses and a ribbon; she was a good girl, a little doll. At six years old she already played the piano. Leaving her an orphan; you raised her; you were a good father. 230 Thank God that we had a few happy years together. I recall that we walked on the beach. We never hurt each other; there was much respect and love between us. Each person has to leave. Isabella (Monserrate) was like a mother to me. Karym, you filled your wagon with miscellanea; there you carried everything. Coconut and ginger candies for the children; and you rang a little bell to let them know; they expected you. Spirit of Manuel: (Monserrate spoke as a male Spaniard) I like that place where you live very much. (Palm Beach.) I want you to be as strong as a tree. Don’t worry about anything Karym; you’re alone, but you have helped these sisters and you have enjoyed that beach. I’ve come from a distant place. (Monserrate saw Manuel giving Karym a small suitcase and three flowers; faith, hope and charity.)

(After l had put Monserrate to bed, I went to my room and fell asleep. Suddenly I heard Monserrate‘s voice calling me; surprisingly strong, for she spoke softly. I ran to her room and I found her semi--sitting in her bed, wide awake with her eyes well opened; as if amazed.) Monserrate: Gilda, Gilda, I have seen an angel, blessing me. I have seen an angel! A beautiful white angel; with opened wings; as if blessing me. It seemed to be made of satinwood or plaster, with a shine; but it also seemed solid. It was hovering above my head,

231 looking downward looking at me, with outstretched arms like blessing me. I was sleepy and I saw it, but I thought that it was the beginning of a dream, or maybe a passing vision; so I closed my eyes and quickly reopened them, already fully awake; and the angel was still there. Its image was floating above my head, looking down at me. I saw it clearly, its curls and its wings; beautiful, beautiful. Praise God. (Monserrate saw this advanced entity surrounded by light, again while in the intensive care unit at the hospital and again the day that she crossed over. The spirit of Helena, had already told us some weeks before her passing that the angel would accompany her to the other world.)

Unknown spirit: There are many minds planning to do harm to this nation. God give us peace, and may nothing evil reach us. Spirit of Helena: There is another soul here that loves art, loves life; it is a pretty soul, full of peace and love. Unknown spirit: Yes, yes, I sing to the sun and when it leaves I go with it. I sing to the night, and l sing to the moon. Spirit of Helena: This sister is the spiritual godmother of many noble souls; souls with strong shoes, very strong anti-tripping up shoes; well tied, so as not to fall. Dearest Gilda, I bring you a bouquet of flowers, for your positive thoughts, for your huge task that 232 you glorify with your good thoughts. As little girls we walked hand in hand in Manhattan; later we toured the world and the universe. You are now as before relating to your duties; you work your fingers to the bone, because of the transparency of your soul. Of course you are not the same Gilda; you are a new Gilda with greater purposes. In you there are small storage rooms to save delightful things. You see that little book sleeping the siesta; it’s going to wake up and go on. Equipment will come, to help you. You gave it good shoes, no stumbling for the little book. I give you another little key; take it. Peace and love.

(At breakfast Monserrate heard Helena praying.) Spirit of Eduardo: Good morning to both; “Happy Palm Sunday." Monserrate; this favorable evolution has given you strength and a sublime delicacy. Nothing burdens; nothing confuses you or is difficult for you. May Helena’s prayer spread throughout the world. For me today is very significant; I flew to the kingdom of God, on a day like today. I congratulate you, Gilda, for your insistence and eagerness. My name is Eduardo Menéndez. I knew you in the prairies of Argentina. I loved you very much and l still do. I had multicolored pots of lilies in my house and a room for painting with my harmonious and brilliant colors. I believe that everything is coming your way in little branches. 233 Monserrate hopefully will come out of surgery well. Good thoughts make us grow, fortifying us. May this prayer to God unite the noble souls like a spiritual wreath. Spirit of Helena: You’ll have fresh air to purify your system Monserrate; you’ll have good results from the procedure because God takes care of you. Gilda, you’re so agile; when saying: "I have drawers full. I do and I will do.” Those are inspirations when you write. Little sister; there will be ingenious artists that will inspire you, saying: "I’m here; we can communicate by thought." Yes, I’m very close to you; you have felt me. You feel it; I don’t have to identify myself. Many positive things await us, but you have to organize your mind and heart; it has been too much for you. That new book, "Portrait" is a precious work. It has appeal and it’s a novelty; a real history. It reflects what happened in your island and its latent in those drawings and caricatures; it’s a preferred son, that’s going to be well placed. Adorn yourself, because you’re the carriage. There is a great objective in all this; many are talking about you. The musicians respect you; they ask: "Where is Gilda Miros?" You always respond well to your admirers. Bless them.

234 Spirit of Helena: Good morning, Gilda dear. You’ve taken long lost walks, felt disloyalty and much suffering; it’s a mountain range of experiences; mountains of sad occurrences. Don’t be surprised if your life simplifies; seeking, you’ll find the solution. You throw the grain and it springs up, because you’re a wise and old soul. You survived "Five Points", where you sought refuge to feel happy, and you were able to suppress the difficulties. You can’t be constantly pushing. Say: "I’ve decided; l will calm down.” "Everything that l obtain will be soften.” It’s a very valuable healing condition; because you can help yourself. The wise souls don’t regret the past; they continue seeking because they have within them understanding; leaping over obstacles. To achieve, to obtain is the culmination of many past moments. The independent soul forgets the past. "I achieved it; I don’t lose one bit of my lessons.” "I continue without feeling sorrow, or anguish." You will go ahead; the ones that have done you wrong carry their own grief. You forgive easily; it pleases you to look at the sun, to feel calm. I congratulate you; it’s incredible but you are orderly in disorder; you are aware of order. You have fulfilled your duties. It’s a determined love; that is to be old and wise; making an effort to reach our Father. I see dear Monserrate with her graciousness; she is always filled with the love of God. We all have a moment to retreat. The spiritist endeavor is the hand of God; it’s devotion, accomplished spontaneously; it is swayed, giving a gift to the world. When we gather our thoughts we find our inner self that advises us.

235 It’s our Father that speaks so that we may complete our mission. It’s like sifting the flour so that the waste remains and the fine flour pours. There is a world that hates, a selfish world that wants to demolish. The unjust, the evil, the rotten; all has an end. It’s beautiful to say: "I’m happy because I want to be.” You have a gift from God; you connect and disconnect yourself. It does you good when you are tired to distract yourself; focus on that small screen. You wrote defined scripts in a past lifetime; appropriate, perfect; because you don’t deceive yourself or anybody. Gilda, you are a happy soul with guts; but debts frighten you. Don’t despair; we finished our tasks in the past; all the difficult became small. You achieved the books with dedication, tenacity. God forgive the unscrupulous; they will have to give accounts for hurting many people with dreams of publications. You lost and he took many books; don’t give it a second thought. Our Monserrate is strong; with many ailments, but sitting in her chair she feels well because she’s positive. Unknown spirit: I seek Gilda Mirós. She did many things on the radio. I followed her…. (Pause) Spirit of Helena: This soul listened and respected you; a doctor that you interviewed healed him. He’s good, kind and grateful. I’m orienting and helping him so that he finds the path.

236 Unknown spirit: We’re going to share the spiritual rejoicing of the soul. I was passing by and felt a pleasing energy of goodwill, and I thought: "I’m going to find relief here; a welcome.” There are purposes here; there is hope, lovely foundations, immense eternal loves, and spiritual messengers. I was a farmer in Virginia Beach; from there I’ve come to help. I arrived with Frances. (Nel gave energy passes to our cousin.) Spirit of Helena: Frances was called Rosalía and she was a second cousin to you Gilda, then you were called Amalia. She frequented your estate in Argentina, near “Mar del Plata.” Rosalie (Frances) was a very happy, jolly spirit. (Still is.) She sung, danced, read a good deal; participating in the afternoon gatherings with music; she was a free soul that loved a lot. She loved Lorenzo, a young poet; he also loved her. He played the guitar and sung to her. There was a large amount of art and activity in their lives, and a joy to live. They lived a very pretty romance but never married. Sister Frances, there is a sincere desire in your heart to do charity at an age when it’s deeply felt. You’re seeking to comply with your mission, and you have psychic abilities that are developing. Some day you’ll be able to heal others. The specialist that operated you is a soul with a great deal of advancement; a soul of light, of lucidity, of important missions. Leonard! Today I’ve found a soul that I’ve loved! His name is Leonardo; a Good Samaritan, he’s a sweet poet.

237 He was a doctor in philosophy, and was with us in New York; we were very close. He tells us: "I will love you eternally.” Leonard was, and still is, a very special soul with many hues. He was marvelous; he sung to the water, to the sunset. He was a candle in the night, a star in the sky, a passive wave, a sleepy song, a boy’s greeting and the laughter of a child. He gave all of himself; everything. His laughter was endless; one could love him eternally. His eloquent and simple word purred he was magical; his words were mystical bubbles. He respected us; we loved each other with frenzy. We rode horses with him. Leonard became ill with yellow fever and died at 33 years old. Until now l encounter him; what a pleasant surprise; and when l most needed him. God is so, so kind. There is another soul here saying that he was an important personage and lived over there, near Karym in “Palm Beach”. He lived a lovely romance in that beautiful site, and he likes Karym, because the boy loves that location and golf. Unknown spirit: Yes, I enjoyed my grand house near the "The Breakers" l played golf with persons of the English kingship I spent my time very well there. Now I’m informed that dear Monserrate fell down the stairs when she was pregnant with Nel; but she said: "You are going to be born, a healthy boy, a beloved boy, because you’re going to be a great man.” Two weeks later he was born. As she foretold; Nel is a great man, very good; he loves and respects you. Gilda, there are few souls like him; he’s an artist, as you Gilda; you are an artist; it’s a gift from God.

238 Spirit of Ignacio: I found my wife in Central Park, when l was almost 35 years old. I recall that it was a spring Sunday, a pretty day with a fresh breeze. My job was in sales, in publicity, like Karym. With a strong temperament l was alone for a long time, always seeking someone special to understand me. I was in Europe and arrived in May in Manhattan; l found her in June. She was called Esmeralda and I, Ignacio. "Here I am going to meet my future wife.” I said, living precisely by the park. I was desperate, waiting and waiting, and when she didn’t appear, l was sad. One day at the park, sitting on a bench; along came a very beautiful girl carrying a purse; removing a handkerchief the bag fell from her hands; I saw it and picked it up. The young lady sat down in a bench nearby, and I approached her asking: "Can l sit down by your side?" It was that simple, how it all began. We married; I calmed down and learned to smooth my temper. At first we lived near the park; in time we had three children; healthy, good and pretty. We move to Long Island and were happy. Thank God, thanks to our generous Father. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) It is necessary to take sips of faith every day; as if it were a tonic to reconstitute the soul.

Spirit of Helena: Peace and health go hand in hand; as dear Monserrate says. "With God everything’s possible.” 239 The tribulations make us better human beings. A confident, strong, noble soul visits us today: "Thank you Helena, for taking me out of the darkness and into the light.” “I love you and thank you forever and ever.” "Sisters, I’m leaving you a piece of dew in the morning." "I want to be part of nature.” A preacher also came; to greet and bless. We still need dear Monserrate; God give us the gift to do charity. She’s much better; and that cheers us up because we love her. She should continue her breathing exercises; God gives us what we need, when it’s beneficial; good things come slowly. Gilda, you’re going to finish your second and third book; when you’re done, take care of them like treasures. Monserrrate: (Out of trance.) I feel alluringly blissful, joyful and happy. We always return to the memories. It’s like looking at photographs; it’s the history of the soul in that phase. It’s the puzzle of our lives; they are small pieces, remnants of our steps; the slow, fast, good and bad; happy encounters. Our delays; sometimes useless or firm; with happiness and sadness; it’s a summary. The significance of remembering is to relive. I’m reviewing an encounter with the past; with those memories; it’s a revival of our lives. We find surprises and embrace them saying: "No don’t leave.” I expect to grow with these sequences that l saw from my past. My daughter, I left for a few minutes; I was not here; I went to a precious beach a little distant from here. What bliss!

240 Spirit of Helena: Alexander is with me; our friend from the past that was a theatrical writer, actor, and a philosopher. Spirit of Alexander: Your next book should be called: "My Invisible Voices." I also lived in “Five Points” very near you, and l was always writing and fleeing from the violence. Gilda, you will receive a lovely gift in your life; you are going to progress intellectually. What you’re going to achieve is because you are disposed. You will sustain in your hands a piece of gold. (Book) Spirit of Helena: Let us pray for peace on earth; there is a period of hatred, locally and worldwide with unjust deaths, that is approaching; Father Illuminate mankind. Get the “Sirius,” little sister. Leave the Sirius in a place that can be seen, that all can see it; use it like a token of goodwill. (I didn’t know what she was saying, and I looked and looked and at last I saw the square candle with the flowers engraved. The candle is the color orange and yellow, very beautiful. My brother Nel, brought it as a gift, a while ago, but it pleased us so much we kept it as an ornament. It was old and no longer had a wick. I looked up "Sirius; The brightest star in the firmament.” There it is; every time I see it, I think of Helena.)

Gilda, the influential thinkers are going to hear you; they want to help. Try to have fresh flowers for the spirits that visit you.

241 Nel you are a good white soul; always smiling with the music; you’re kind. You’re going to have more space and freedom; you haven’t finished yet. You have silk gloved hands; you’re an artist for life; it’s engraved in your soul, nobody can erase it. Your classes reach many; helping them with their grief. Do not lose your calmness; the pettiness of life ignore it, do not take it with you, let it go; as it comes, let it go. You are part of the success of the cartoon book: “Portrait of Puerto Rico,” saving the vintage pages; caring for them and bringing them to your sister. What would we have, without that? (A spirit sings.) Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw myself in a huge meadow with an aura of unique spiritual life from God. It was illuminated, and l felt enormous freedom. Everything attracted me; it seemed so breathlessly beautiful that it gave me a sense of peace; l felt completely at peace. My soul has an affinity with Rafael Seijo. It was his spirit that came along singing. He was a guitarist, composer, and he played with his trio in the radio shows in Puerto Rico; long ago. He congratulated me; I heard: "For your kindness; I congratulate you.” “Monserrate you were special; going from little girl to adulthood. A superficial life, without compassion surrounded you; but you survived.” Spirit of Helena: Gilda, you have to clear out your mind, remove the soot; empty the dust that sticks. I know that you like to comply; you have a great sense of duty, but don’t think so much. You’ll have an illustrious career; businesses, publications, and they will reach many. It’s a personal success for your followers.

242 You will be able to say: "What a great deal I have learned.” You’ve had the courage to change, because in you there is a seed that germinates. Don’t let them take what’s yours. You still have a way to go to change totally. You and dear Monserrate were born on that island to be part of its history; to leave tracks and to make a spiritual contribution. Dear Monserrate is neat; she loves cleanliness and is sanitary and sensible. She feels a great fraternal love for Yamara; who was her spiritual guide for many years. Yamara was a physician born in Jamaica. She loved plants; studying their curative properties; how to cleanse and heal with roots; plants, flowers, herbs. They shared an incarnation. Monserrate was an elderly botanical researcher; a physician in that life. She was born to study and to walk. Always saying: "Health is not contagious, only infection is.” Now it frightens her to be alone and handicap; thinking about finding someone to move her in case of an emergency if alone. You must move from here, so she can calm down. (Monserrate, told me that she would return to this world to study the "New Botany.” the use of plants in the future.)

243 Spirit of Helena: Gilda, take advantage of this pretty season, because it’s all under control; and there is calmness. Its spring, the flowers and the seeds give fruits; they’re assembling; autumn discharges them; nature guides you. It’s great that you’re going to assign an hour to communicate with us; it can be daily or weekly. Yes, it’s true; discipline and a routine are needed because I also have my tasks in this world. Dear Monserrate, l love you, we all love you. Some day we will all be gathered in infinity. There are very beautiful places here; there are celestial white lilies (Monserrate liked to see the white lilies from her window.) Today sister dear, I don’t have much time, but it’s important to make adjustments in order to do more and longer sessions beneficial to humanity. Soon we will speak to coordinate, with God’s permission and the aid of Luz. (Monserrate’s guide.) Spirit of Serafín: My dear mother gave me the name of Serafín; she admired a sailor; and l don’t know how, but he was lifted with a globe. When I think about my mother l am happy; very happy. Spirit of Ernesto: My name is Ernesto and l worked in a small restaurant, very near you, in lower Manhattan. I was poor, but a daredevil. One day, at the harbor, l saw some merchant marines, and I thought: "How l envy their courage; if they would only notice me.” I would carry my harmonica, and played at the port; I had learned to play watching others play.

244 That day I had fifty cents in my pocket, and l gave half to an elderly man that played the guitar there, so he would teach me to play his instrument; but l didn’t own a guitar. At that time there was a good custom; people shared. The elder said: "Stay here with me. We’ll share the guitar.” While I was playing a man with nostalgia approached me; he had left behind in his country, his wife and son. I remarked: "I’m going to play something special for your boy on my harmonica.” He responded: "Thank you so much for that gesture. Do you live around here? Do you work as a musician?" "No; I’m unemployed.” He said: "From now on you’ll have a job in that barge over there.” “I know that we need entertainment. You’ll see; you’ll have a career as a merchant marine.” I loved changes, challenges; I accepted immediately. I travelled and it went very well; I had a long life as a sailor. Thank God; I feel a great peace that l had sought, that l expected for a long time. There are many souls here that have helped me. Thank you. Farmer spirit: I am a good “Jíbaro” (Field hand) your future project will be a success, because it’s the book of the forgotten; that little praised and little honored. I used a “Pava” (Stray hat.) all the time. Spirit of Helena: Thank you brothers. Gilda, what a lovely title: "From the Mountains We Came.” It will have the aroma of coffee, tobacco and tropical fruits, from the earth that caresses us; the soil is prepared to germinate. To be a “Jíbaro,” to be a farmer or a cultivator comes from God.

245 Gilda, in our past in the north; all the vegetables pleased me; we obtained them in the fields. That city still enchants me; one learns so much there. “Aunt Helena", Karym says; it’s something so precious to hear. God bless you all. Monserrate: (Singing) "Ora Pro Onovis", "Ora Pro Onovis". (Out of trance) The entity left. I saw a priest; no, no, it was a monk; he was singing.

Spirit of Helena: We were all together on different occasions, in different incarnations. You know that Nel in an epoch was in Paris; he was a gentleman with much sentiment. He lost his leg and Monserrate took care of him. Nel was part of her family circle; she was his aunt; her name was Bridgette. Gilda was Nel’s sister in another lifetime and they sung and danced in the public squares. On an occasion I, Helena, wrote; l began scribbling and then phrases and thoughts; l also sung, danced and acted; and I coincided with them both. We all sought each other; Gilda and l, Helena, found ourselves in New York; thank God that allowed us to share so much happiness. Unknown spirit: I loved to write; staying apart to find myself and to think about my projects, my work; l was like you. I also took care of a very sick mother; she helped me to recuperate spiritually.

246 She saved me, helping me to walk, to expect from God; even in that; we’re alike. Let our prayers reach the merchants. (Deceiving distributors) Dark souls; very low and without conscience or beliefs, crawlers; destroying what a good soul built up. Gilda, God blesses you for your integrity and principles. Don’t worry; help will arrive soon. We have walked and suffered together; we have glorified our loving Father that opens paths, cuddling us in his loving arms. I see a precious soul here; with sublime yearnings, so profound, so invigorating. Monserrate possesses a marvelous gift; interweaving with us. She has so much merit; her mind is like a magnet, when at peace.

(Monserrate was hospitalized for eleven days with multiple complications. Hurricane Jeanne visited us so I spent the night with her; in the morning we prayed. Monserrate was feeling better; she heard Helena: “Give me your hand.”) Spirit of Helena: Your mother’s improvement has been a team effort. She’s really been very sick; we all helped; you, your children, your brother with his faith and love of God and our spiritual friends. Faith never fails us; although we have ups and downs. Thanks for taking care of our dear Monserrate; you could not have left her alone; you’ve done a great job. Congratulations Gilda, for you’re success with the ephemeral; now you’re going after the real, the eternal.

247 You have penetrated the world of illusions, of hope; the literary world, and with much success. Your computer and camera make you happy; you’ll do much with that traveling camera. With certainty you can say: "I’m happy, because I have my faith, my candles, prayers and incense; my long curving road and the stimulus of the souls." Your first book is moving; you’ll publish a second and more; remember: You must do the book with the spiritual messages from the entities. Panic is in store; the world is agitated, highways vibrate, storms will be stronger. I love you all. (She was so right; it was disastrous. Many lost their dwellings; there was panic. Helena advised us in time, to move far away from the sea.)

11 Monserrate: While in intensive care l recall clearly two visions: the first one was as follows: The entities placed me on high, immense blocks of ice; they seemed like walls of ice with some incrusted designs. I wanted to touch the blocks, but I heard a voice that told me not to touch anything, that later on, at the end of the process they would permit it. Finally I touched them; they felt like gelatin, soft, in motion, and they changed form. They looked porous and were cold as ice. Two people dressed in white attended me; covered head to toe with white tunics. I did not see their faces. For two nights in a row, I saw my grandson Antonio dressed in white.

248 He said: "Get up; stand up.” “Move.” I didn’t get up or moved so he lifted and carried me. (The following day, Monserrate’s health improved and she was removed from that unit.) In the other vision; I was on a stretcher. My entire body covered with gauze, except for the face; that was uncovered, and I felt the heat of the sun on my face. I said: "Cover my face, cover my face." They answered me: "No; the energy is going to enter through there.” Then I slept. Spirit of Helena: Dear Monserrate should stay out of the sun for a few days, because she recently left the hospital and still has chemical substances in her system. Gilda, lay back; relax. (On the sofa) We will give you energy with the sun. You’ll feel better; try to sleep. Visiting entities are helping; Karym’s friends. I want you to know that you’re prepared; you have been chosen to do a few books that are pending. Congratulations from all of us. It will be the group’s work, but you are the axle, the compass. Dear Monserrate, your presence is still necessary. We have much to talk about and to carry out; it will be a joint effort.

(Monserrate with very little oxygen was making an effort to speak. Her voice vibrated.) Spirit of Helena: (Monserrate recovered.) We pray constantly for peace because the world is burning up. God protect you from hurricanes.

249 There are sick children; without a home, without food. We ask for your help Father; for the children and for the politicians. May they feel compassion for the world that suffers. In the spirit world there are spiritual enterprises similar to the earthly ones. The souls sing, work, study, pray; laugh; there is joy, peace, love, fortitude, enthusiasm, and persistence. Sister, you are going to do dear Monserrate’s book; impregnated with positive thoughts from the souls that have come to bring peace. You will also finish "From the Mountains we Came," with our Creator’s assistance. He will also help Monserrate to feel better so that she may breathe and walk. I pray for her, because she is very afflicted with her fatigue, her woes and pains. May God give her strength to go on. Gilda, you take such good care of her; at times it saddens me to see her; those pains are hard to endure. Thank God that l was able to communicate; I’m happy to achieve it; and to bring my message of goodwill. For me it’s like dawn filled with the laughter of happy children, singing to God. I enjoy these chats; they’re beautiful encounters of souls that want to progress and to serve. Nel is thinking about us. Your brother is a soul that puts into practice charity. He forgets his pains; loves fully, is romantic, and likes quietness. He has loved a great deal; such a lovely soul. In his life in Paris, he was a great ballet dancer; and a marvelous dance instructor. Losing his leg in an accident he suffered very much and thought: "I will have to retire; I will not be able to teach any more.”

250 Nel had a great love; her name was Liza (Over forty years ago; Nel was told about her.) She was a dreamer and died young; 35 years old; but she enjoyed life and love; they were two cherished lovers. At that time I also lived in Paris. Music fascinated me too; we loved music; we sung, recited. Then, I was also a dance teacher; Nel and I were companions. It was a secret love; we couldn’t reveal it because he had a commitment. We enjoy it, but were never married. Nel was also a minstrel; he sung very well. He was very helpful to his students; with only one leg he taught and did choreography; showing others how to move their feet. He will always have big surprises, because of his merits. Gilda: Helena! You were Liza! The great love of Nel’s past life! Years ago they told him about her; about his great love; Liza. Gosh! Spirit of Helena: Gilda, you are too curious. Today I will say no more. I’ll be back very soon. Spirit of a priest: I am a priest with a reflection of my faith; of my beliefs. I’m the priest of the poor; it pleased me to give out blessed water. I believe in the soul; you must know that; we can travel to so many places. My brother Karym is like a priest. I have a gift for you Gilda; a great spiritual gift, because of what you are. You have so many things in which to think. I like things that touch my soul: the joy to participate, the communion of the souls, the communion for all. (He sings) "Ora Pro No Ovis.” Amen.

251 Spirit of Helena: Sister; I was busy this morning, because there is so much, so much pain. The world is disintegrating. There is hatred, loathing, selfishness, vagrancy, intolerance; black souls; evildoers; God forgive them. Dear Monserrate’s energy is not complete. We as you, desire to begin our sessions of investigation; but a combination of elements are needed to create an adequate spiritual setting and a competent and adaptable physical state is necessary. It’s also necessary to program studies in order to make inquiries and contribute to charitable acts; helping a cause; the cause is the aching world. We all are very set on alleviating our brothers/sisters. We can share, contribute, bring to culmination, reach, and retain the worthy Pretty gifts from God will arrive; let’s begin. Gilda you carry a lovely torch; taking care of your mother; giving her your love and strength to boost her up. We need dear Monserrate very much. We pray to God, to be able to collect the exquisite and carry it to the children, the elders, to the ones that suffer. With God’s aid dear Monserrate will improve, so she may accompany you on your trips. Therapy will help her; to rise and walk. Gilda, by your side is a silhouette, a soul that visits for the first time. She is a writer and poet, and says: "I’ve come to congratulate you. You will make a pearl necklace". I respond to her: “What you’ve written are beautiful birds with golden wings.” I leave you three words: faith, hope and charity.

252 Spirit of Sara: Sara is my name; my mother named me for the sacred story. I come from a fishing town. As a small girl I ran on the beach looking for pretty shells. Gilda, God bless your memories and your interviews. I’m your friend, and I too came to help you. May God take you in His arms to do many, many projects. The day will come in which you wont have to ask, it will appear from various sides. Spirit of Helena May God give Sara His powerful hands to help another soul here; that needs peace. Your life Gilda has been a struggle; but nobody knocks you down because you rebound as the plant “Moriviví,” that never dies. You always have vigor and follow your instincts. You’re a successful mother with children of good sentiments; they will also be achievers. Don’t let anything afflict you; drop the heavy packages for a while and catch you’re breath; and continue, putting it all in God’s hands. You must move from here; hurricanes with elders are difficult. The young can jump, run, but the elders cannot and they are easily frightened. You’ll also receive my messages with more tranquility over there; it’s best for all. I want to sing to life, sing to love; I want to see life as tulips, white lilies and timid violets; like the morning dew and the extract of roots. God bless the soldiers that die young because of man’s hatred. Peace Father; their legs and feet hurt, but mostly they have pain in their souls. We need celestial vigor from the good souls that become muses to serve God.

253 (Monserrate and I were admiring the painting of the Rue Chevalier in Montmartre; that we had bought many years before in Paris. On that trip we went to visit the Latin Quarter and as we walked, Monserrate began to speak, what sounded to me like French. Arriving at a house that she remembered she described the interior to me. We entered the store/studio on the first floor. It is now the residence of the artist that did the painting. I inquired about the basement and the attic, and thus I verified that Monserrate knew that house very well; it had been hers in a previous life.)

Spirit of Florence: Monserrate was Bridgette and she lived in that house. She was beautiful, but mostly kind; she was charitable and helped the needy, giving a hand to the hungry, cold and homeless; she accommodated them in that house. Many walked much and then spent the night and even ate in her sanctuary, for free. She was a good missionary; always carrying money in her pockets to give away; they expected and blessed her for her generosity. She was a curious soul, very hardworking and willing to continue with her mission. She danced and jumped so much; because she was a great artist, a professional ballerina working as an attraction in the cabaret; "Moulin Rouge."

254 She dressing up; cared of her attire. She was a flirt, beautiful and pleasant. Bridgette was a talented soul; painting, writing, acting, singing and dancing. She sheltered and, attended to the sickly, she was compassionate, beloved and very popular; but she had sadness; she was an orphan and was very lonely. As a child she lived in an estate with the servants, not with relatives. Monserrate always remembers; even now, that there was a precious, large garden and she descended the steps to look at the flowers; some caught her eye because she compared them with herself; defenseless, very small, timid, in their own world; like her. Monserrate now thinks: “My feet hurt but I expect God to give me a hand. I know that the pains will also pass; how wonderful to feel a relief.” Spirit of Helena: I was listening attentively. The soul that spoke is called, Florence. Dear Monserrate has a great deal of pain in her legs, she asks God for spiritual health; and to lessen the pain. I saturate her in the name of God. (Energy passes on the legs.) Gilda dear; you have gladness in your heart and much hope; you are never darkened. (She refers to my aura.) With always something creative in mind; you were always like that. You love your work; your projects; you love and accept; knowing how to collect your small bundles; you have the gift of patience and are curious. Thank you for the flowers. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I had a great deal in that life, but l was stubborn; strong willed. By the grace of God I had talent.

255 They gave me a blow to the head; I suffered very, very much. I was conceited, thinking that l deserved it all; but the one that wants to grasp too much; holds on, to little. I was a kindhearted soul that is true; I wasn’t ungrateful, l don’t like ingratitude nor did l ever like it; never, ever. I had many lovely emotions; the arts captivated me, but I buried my head instead of achieving or improving intellectually, In that life as Bridgette; Helena was my adopted daughter, "Luizette.” She was like my daughter, I raised her; l loved her so much. I called her: "My Luz-za, my Luz-za.” It was a life of lights, of fraternity with a taste of God. Multicolored birds, narrow paths, long roads, abundant trees, lovely lanes impregnated with smiling azaleas; that when passing them they kissed our hands. When there are bushes and obstructions on the road and you cannot see beyond; God makes a bridge so that we may pass by. In that life, my mother died giving birth to a beautiful male soul; he then asphyxiated with the placenta at the time of birth. My mother was good, just like my father, who also died a little later; I remained an orphan. It is a fleeting passage from my past; encountering many beautiful things in that incarnation, but l had no close family, l just had money. As a young girl, I placed myself in a cloister, a convent, and while there, I did a lot of charity. Later as an independent adult; l sought the needy to help them. I was a rebel; but l empathized with others. In Catholicism there was hardness and little compassion. In those days there was extreme discipline and much crying. I read and read, to forget. In that life in particular I helped the destitute.

256 (My mother Monserrate experienced several lifetimes in France, and in her previous incarnation in New Orleans, she spoke French; but in this present life, she did not speak French. How then could she speak to me in French, when we traveled and we strolled on the streets of Montmartre? In this page, she had written words in French and in Spanish. I found her notebook with the French words, after she departed.)

Spirit of Helena: (In new residence) This town is far away from the heat of the beaches, the bustles and weariness. Gilda; you are going to feel much happiness when you unveil this second book; it will bring many beads; God will free you. A friend from a past life is near; a good friend called Humberto. He says: "Dear Gilda, don’t lose your patience.” (Giving magnetic passes to Nel’s feet.) Nel, I will be your nurse, bless you. The peace of God is with you; your soul is pretty and yours also.

257 Gilda, say: "With my peace I am going to achieve all my projects.” I feel happy because I come to bless your new home and to leave you with health. God illuminates all that expect from Him. Arthur, a soldier, is here and he came to congratulate Nel, because he was a good Marine. He says that you are a kind man with many privileges. Young branches grow from your hands for mankind, like seeds of love and peace. Gilda, I see many little children’s books; inspired by an animal that sat down to hatch. You found yourself a mother duck in this town; it’s the gift of birth, the evolution of the animals. (Monserrate gave names to the duck and little ducklings, and wrote a children’s story; illustrating it: She worked on it until a week before departing. Monserrate was very happy drawing and painting. (I published the bilingual book, "Hortense and her Happy Ducklings” in 2006. The message from Monserrate teaches children about washing their hands to prevent illnesses.)

Spirit of Helena: There are many good souls on these roads. This suburb was a village not too long ago; therefore there is much peace. Dear Monserrate dares to dance a conga. The Puerto Rico trip will transpire. (We went to PR with my children, to present my book "Portrait of Puerto Rico” at the University of PR.)

258 Spirit of Enrique: I am Enrique from Rio Grande and I know well that crystalline water; those plains, that lovely soil. I know about the "Bate,” Don Luis Muñoz Marín that dared. His slogan was: "Bread, Soil and Liberty.” Because of him there were changes in the island; public works for the poor. Your book "Portrait of Puerto Rico" with Cheo; the longest running cartoon in Latin America, it’s unique.

Spirit of Helena: Thank you Enriique. Dear Monsearrate says: "From this place to the other world.” When she finally leaves, she will go with a great suitcase of happiness. When we adjust ourselves in mind, soul and body; in harmony with the universal spiritual divine laws of consciousness and with absolute faith; we receive that beacon from God; that guides and fills us with light and security to begin new projects; and in that way, vigorously reach the peak.

259 Visit to "Five Points.”

Monserrate, Karym, Margaret & Gilda; we all left E. 76th Street, Manhattan, at 11:15 AM in Margaret’s car; she drove. The day was cloudy, and a little windy. I carried my notebook because l had lost my new camera and my recorder, during the airplane trip from Florida to New York. Margaret carried her camera and I had bought a disposable one. My son Karym had Monserrate’s wheel chair in the car and he was going to push his grandma’s chair during our walk.

We headed downtown on Fifth Avenue toward Washington Square Park. Arriving at Greenwich Village; we quickly found a place to leave the car.

We proceeded toward the park and to the famous square with the fountain in the center. Once there;

260 approaching the fountain; the spirit of Helena spoke: “This park was always here then; but it was smaller. The square was always full of young people. There were many trees; more greenery and flowers."

(We continue the stroll as Helena directed us. Now we were approaching the statue of Garibaldi in the park.) "In our epoch this statue was not here and this plaza was reduced and known as Garibaldi Square; not many people know that now.”

"Yes, l recall beautiful flowers and more trees in this place. The community was in charge of taking care of the flowers; they also took good care of the park, they cleaned it, because it was of enormous importance for them; it was a place for amusement and much more. The fountain was smaller and it was surrounded by many, bushes, but well groomed.”

261 Spirit of Helena: “We met Humberto the writer editor, here. This place was always a meeting place for writers and poets. All the intellectuals gathered at the park because it was peaceful, a perfect place for thinking and for conversation. These benches were smaller, and made of wood; the present benches are too long. The natural beauty of the area attracted the neighborhood families. They were happy times with my beloved smaller sister Magdalina; I always took care of her. There were many vendors, merchants and peddlers in the streets and in the park. They also sold hot “Pretzels." (She indicated to us with her hand to get Pretzels, and we did; we also bought toasted peanuts. I still keep the little bag.) “We wore long skirts, like the one that Margaret wears today. We sat down in the benches in the park to study and to take notes; writing poems and short stories. The view was so pleasant that it inspired us. We always looked toward the north where grand Fifth Avenue is. This place fascinated me."

(Helena pointed to the large building that was in an adjacent street to the park. Now it is the Elmer Holmes Bobst Library of New York University.)

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Spirit of Helena: "That building was always a warehouse for books and documents; all educational material. The few books at that time were expensive and they were considered articles of luxury. The building then was rustic, all made of wood and very small in size. We frequently walked around here. (Helena indicated to continue walking on Thompson Street.) "Around here (Pointing with her finger.)”There was a temple, also made of wood.” (We saw in that corner: “The Judson Memorial Church”. Built in 1892.

Spirit of Helena: "Lin,” (Gilda) then you painted “Madonnas.” “Go on that way.”

263 (We followed her lead. In this life l studied art and illustration and I remember always painting Madonnas in the classes. Apparently the Virgin has been my favorite subject always.) Helena continued guiding us and Karym kept pushing Monserrate’s wheel chair. We crossed West 3rd Street. Still on Thompson we kept going south.) “There were small shops here. Also vendors with wooden tables and large baskets. They sold flowers and fruits. It seemed charming to me to visit this street; the small rustic cafes were an attraction for me.”

Spirit of Helena: “There’s still some distance to go, to get to "Five Points.” “We should stay on this street.” (We continued on Thompson Street and arriving at Bleeker Street. In the corner is the famous night- spot; the house of jazz, "The Village Gate".)

“At that time there was precisely a gate here, in the town, it existed; an authentic "Village Gate.”

264 Spirit of Helena: "We would buy imported chocolates here, because “Lin” (Gilda) was crazy about chocolates and always sought candy.” (Still do.) (We arrived at West Houston Street. By Helena’s indication we turned right, going straight toward Sullivan St. Then to Prince St.) "Frequently we walked these streets. Walking was common at those times. In this sector there were many tailors that attracted business. The area was very busy. Basements had begun to appear, they were being built and the small merchants were established there.” (We had arrived at a small fenced cement playground without vegetation.)

Spirit if Helena: "In 1835 there was a small park here. There were some little wooden houses over there. Since we were tutors, we gave classes to the children of the neighborhood; here in this place. Around the little park there were smaller houses and some buildings, painted with brilliant colors.” (We were on Spring & Sullivan, walking toward West Broadway.) "Books, pamphlets and art were sold here. What a blessing! The sun is more brilliant now; it is going to kiss us.” (The clouds were dissipating, and the sun was shining brighter.) 265 We continued on to Wooster Street, reaching Canal St.) “Just like these buildings, there were buildings with columns. The immigrants brought their tastes and architecture from Europe. They built many elaborate majestic buildings; frequented by artists and poets alike.”

Spirit of Helena: “A rain shower from God for Karym; he is pushing Monserrate’s wheel chair. Without him we couldn’t have brought Monserrate; our medium; to achieve our goal.” (Now we were at Greene Street.) “The streets were always full of people.” In this place # 53 Greene St. there was a popular stable (We arrive at Grand & Greene Streets.) “Here there were more buildings with large columns; magnificent architecture. There were art dealers; oriental and European antiquities.” (We crossed to Crosby Street, then to Lafayette St. We made a right to Canal Street and Baxter. It wasn’t easy to move among the mob in the streets. Monserrate for a moment came out of trance and felt slightly confused. She asked for Helena: "Where is Helenita? Did she leave?" (Apparently the spirit of Helena, assured her that she was still there; calming her down. We continued our journey.)

266 (We walked toward Walker St. past Bayard and Pearl, and finally arrived at Mulberry Street. We stopped at the corner of Mulberry and Canal Street)

Spirit of Helena: “Gilda, look toward the front; now to the north, south, east and west. Fasten your eyes at each corner. Look carefully and slowly, look well; when you feel a great rush of joy that will be the place that we seek. Look at the red brick building in the opposite corner; in the corner of Mulberry and Canal Street, to the west of the street.”

"In that building over there, we lived. At that time it was smaller, only two floors high.” “It was made of wood and bricks.”

267 I was petrified; with a fixed look at the building. Feeling so much emotion that l pressed the ballpoint pen that l carried in my hand, taking notes, and I broke it with a single blow to the notebook. It was something incredibly exciting, beautiful and miraculous. A gift from God; a gift from Luz, Monserrate’s control; the protective spirits, guardian angels and from my soul sister, Helena. Few people can say that they have taken a tour with a beloved entity; that the loving spiritual entity guided them directly to their old neighborhood and house. Thank you Father. We are all truly blessed.

(Back home.) Monserrate: I have seen a bird’s nest and l believe that this vision represents my spiritual mission; that I have passed on to my children and to my grandchildren. Spirit of Helena: That is true, dear Monserarte; it is a beautiful legacy. I thank you for wanting to visit "Five Points.” It is lovely that others will learn and accept our effort to survive that complicated era. We have achieved our soul’s desires; as teachers we taught the children how to accept that harsh life; that at first was tempestuous but at the end it would be unique.

268 I felt very happy watching Karym push his beloved granny’s wheelchair with strong arms and his determination of a young man with great faith. Dear granny you walked with his positive, strong and young feet; reaffirming his faith. It’s a gesture of affection for all of us. What mostly captivated and touched me was when his granny; our medium Monserrate asked: "Did Helena leave?" Thinking: "Oh my God, what is this?" Dear Monserrate sought an answer; she felt corralled with that many people around; there was a mob in the street. I told her: "I am here, l haven’t left.” She said: "Helena, you are a divine puff.” That was when we arrived at the building where we once lived; the building of a reddish color so dear to you Gilda. How lovely when we strolled in Washington Square Park; by the fountain. You bought the toasted peanuts and pretzels; It was a memorable day; very special. This dwelling in Weston is like a pretty hideout; easy to manage for you and for the elders. It is pleasant and appropriate; your life is simpler in this environment. We will be able to thread the beads of a necklace that is a symbol of a true belief in God; of a unique and eternal brotherhood; a treasure that we care for because it’s deep inside our hearts and in our souls with our faith; until always sisters.

269 Monserrate: I’ve just seen an open field of corn; high plants that sway with the air current, or the breeze. I also saw your face Gilda. Spirit of Helena: It seems to me that it’s a symbol of abundance; of the kindness of God that makes the plants grow. Gilda your system is well enough, you don’t have cracks; l don’t see any holes. (She refers to my aura.) You have a very constructive mind, always creating; and you’re physically well; healthy with many hopes and with visions of God. In life one must be vigorous and willing to receive and to be fortified. When you reinforce your energy it’s like food to damaged soil; you’re cultivating a small terrain to sow and to improve your situation. Breezes of peace and consciousness bring good communication to the home; simplifying the arrival of the good entities and keeping the door open for them. Dear Monserrate says that she wants to serve God. You are doing it dear Monserrate; without you all this is not possible. Gilda dear, knock on the door and knock again; all the achievers have to call and call. It’s necessary to do the book. All is not hard shell, there is also pulp. Thank you for the candle and flowers; for opening the door and remembering me. It’s good that you are going to reserve time in the mornings to pray and write. Dearest sister, open your arms and tell the world “Come.” Go to your little room and pray; God comes in a ray of light or in a puff of air.

270 Monserrate: Father give me relief from my pungent pain; relieve the numbness in my feet. The pain is going to ease in the name of God. Spirit of Helena: Thus it will be; relief for dear Monserrate, Father. Her love and faith in God help her. She gives the pain that afflicts her, little taps, saying: "Life is pretty. I know that the pain will pass.” Gilda, take time out always for your projects; that has helped you, it has given you spirituality. We are not aware how we have reached our goals. Thank you for the flowers. Thank God that gives me the opportunity to visit this world and to assist you. May you continue receiving; may nothing touch you, so that you can feel the weightlessness, and the cheerful justice to be able to say: "I want to go on Father, learning from you. Love me.” One must believe, think, and be positive always; affirmations are good. You have to ask for that Father’s patronage. Your love for the arts is immense; all is going to be given to you; don’t let anybody disturb you. I was in a hospital in New York with some toddlers that suffer from cancer; I give them spiritual massages. They are suffering; withstanding trials and tribulations to be exalted. With valor and enthusiasm, they expect to pass the tests. They are brave, wanting to jump; in this world we come to atone. Gilda, how good to see your enthusiasm, I see your books packed and ready for the move. They are your tools because you love life. Soon you are going to take some very pretty photographs.

271 (As she said; the photographs of ducks in our new residence; became a children’s story book.) Bless Karym and Antonio. God protect the state of California. (There were wild fires and cave-ins in the state of California.) A spirit has just arrived; he’s an old friend from lower Manhattan and greets us. Although he had many titles, he was free spirited; without prejudices and he was kind. He was a writer, poet and a composer; he spoke to the playful life. Antonio was our friend’s name; a good soul. They were difficult moments for everyone. I would tell him: "You are like a prayer.” We gathered frequently; painted and celebrated life. He was filled with love of art and life. Gilda, in that era you learned much; you were orderly. What a lovely effort we made, the joy of going on; always with a mission to accomplish, we laughed and did it. In Long Island we went to the brooks and to the beach and our mother said: "Where there is water, there is cleanliness.” Near the water I felt so happy. We loved the vegetation, the fruits. I wrote: "I want to escape to the countryside,” a short, pretty poem. Spirit of Lucia: The peace of God is here. I was also a painter; l loved the colors; loved nature and I love God. Spirit of a reverend: I’m a Mendocino reverend. Pray for the Pontiff. My birthplace was in Argentina; Tango and Milonga. I have my God here. Let’s pray.

272 Monserrate: (Out of trance) May God forgive and help a spirit that is here and is very angry; I don’t know why he is angry, but he says that he’s angry. God give him peace and tranquility; he needs God’s tenderness to be able to pick himself up. Angry spirit: That’s the way it is. There is so much pain in the world, material and spiritual pain; that it’s sorrowful. Sometimes I walk around upset, because I don’t know what can be done; that’s why I say: "What can l do?” and I respond: "If God can’t, if God can’t; what will be of me? Monserrate: (Out of trance.) He is annoyed with the world; he says that there is too much ingratitude. He knows that the world is spicy hot, that it has an itch; there is uneasiness. I would tell him that there are lovely things in life; the world is beautiful and our prayers will be answered. That’s what you must know, my brother. Rest; you feel so tired, you feel cold; cover yourself. He says: "I feel pain, but I don’t even know what hurts; it must be the pain of living.” Praise God Omnipotent. Father, thank you and the good souls that love us; taking care and protecting us, watching and always bringing us beautiful, prosperous things wrapped in health, peace, merriment and love; all the positive things of life. Rest in peace, brother, rest in peace. Unknown spirit: Good brother, if you feel sickly; God will alleviate and illuminate you; you’ll feel better. In life God gives us so much relief; He loves us, sustains us in his arms that are strong.

273 I tell him: “Elevate; think about our Creator; elevate.” Gilda, this soul intruded here, but since I came in peace; and I know that there is a soul of goodwill called Helena that helps me also, therefore I feel tranquil. Among all; they sat the brother down. He’s sitting there, behaving like a good boy; because he’s not a bad boy, he is a perfect young man; a sensitive soul that is now full of peace, of love, and of God. On this day God cuddles and covers us with his divine cloak and great kindness; praise God. Gilda, your mother blesses you every day and encourages you with her thoughts; because sometimes she sees you worn-out; your obligations are big. May God help you feel light, buoyancy in life does so much good; it gives you the disposition to go ahead. The best thing to do is to rest, saying: "My God give me the patience to rest, patience to relax, to feel you, to feel strong.” Spiritual life is lovely; yes, because it’s so light, so extensive; so subtle; it’s God’s weightlessness. I entered into this safe haven of peace and harmony; and we owe it to the good souls that visit you. l hope that as I feel now, so relaxed and so glad to be here with you, although for a short time in your company; that you can feel the same way. Gilda, this sister is concerned about you; that you don’t get sick. I’ve come to tell dear Monserrate that we’re going to unify; that we’re going to feel God, deeply within; we’re going to share the goodness that comes from Him, it comes in health, in happiness and in a good disposition; because He loves us. House chores are tiresome; human beings tire because they’re not machines.

274 Therefore on this day I want to leave you a little of my faith, of my spiritual health, of my enthusiasm and my dedication; so you’ll get to rest your soul and body. First you must be well situated to rest; we know that you feel the exhaustion and weakening; here take my strength. Spirit of Helena: Hello Gilda dearest, give me your hands to intertwine them with mine and united elevate them toward our Father; to ask for his peace. You’re lacking energy, but you’re going to feel better; we’re going to put things in order, and work together to achieve many things of service to humanity. Oh! A soul of goodwill says that he brings a bouquet of mint for you and for me. Sister dear, I must congratulate you again for your work, for your spiritual vitality; your devotion and your behavior of a soul that wants to comply. The world is very, very anguished with a great deal of pain, with many moaning and distressed. Let’s pray for all those souls that went to the abyss in that airplane; ask our Creator for peace for all. They left full of hope, enthusiasm and purposes. May their cries be heard, and their pain calmed, may they have God’s peace. On this day that death surprised them; may God awaken them in His dear arms. Gilda, you must stay well, rest, because you will have more books; we must put out a few messages to that world and you are going to do it; rest up. To this soul that is still here, l want to give him a hand so that he won’t be upset or uneasy and will advance. I’m happy thinking that maybe we will take another stroll up there in the north. I congratulate you

275 for your great sense of responsibility, for loving and completing your projects so well, and for complying with your love ones. You’re a soul that has learned; paying a hefty price. Look into your own mirror; into your own ideas; they are pleasant and regal. Thank you for the flowers, because God’s perfume is in them. Perfume from the roses and perfume from God’s flowery fields; it’s all a blessed divine essence to illuminate us; lifting us, supporting and helping us to continue fulfilling our duties. Yes, dear Monserrate, will feel very, very happy with you. She says: "When I go; I’m going to applaud my beloved daughter in eternity. I know that she still has to do many dear projects that she has pending.” Dear Monserrate has felt a little unenergetic for a couple of days. Gilda: Helena, have you shared a life with Monserrate? Spirit of Helena: Well yes, Gilda dear. Let me tell you; in a past life, dear Monserrate was my beloved godmother; that raised me because my mother passed away. Dear Monserrate, was my foster mother; my dear godmother. When my natural mother died, I was about seven years old. When I was very small and she carried me; that good mother always, always, said: "I know how much you love your godmother; you must love her like a mother. Your godmother promised me something when she carried you to your baptism: she told me: "If you are ever absent I will be like a mother to this girl that I carry in my arms; I will love her as you love her, and I will take care of her as you care for her.

276 She will never lack anything.” Dear Monserrate was that godmother; she fulfilled her promise. It’s a very beautiful story that some day I will tell you. Gilda: Where was it Helena? Spirit of Helena: This was in a very beautiful place, in Europe. (Interruption)

■ (This was the first telepathically message from the spirit of Helena to me. Isolating myself in my room; as they had advised, l meditated and received the following reading.) Spirit of Helena: Hello dear sister. Today we are doing a test. I need to know if you receive this message and if we are successful we will use it in the future as a means of communication, when our dear Monserrate is not available; although she is not yet leaving your world. What great joy, knowing that our purpose, our mission, will be achieved, with the help of God. All this is necessary as part of a training to prepare your organism as a receptor of our messages. It is tedious at times due to its slowness; but in the end I promise you it gives good results. You are very dear to all of us, and we know that we are dear to all of you, God bless you; may we fulfill our desires. Remember that you must be comfortable; content, free, loose without ties; nor hot or cold; tranquil and at peace. It can be done at any moment;

277 Preferably in the morning, because then your mind is calmer. Deep respiration is good, as if you were to meditate; relax the body, listen to the birds. You’re back straight like an antenna; everything counts; all is important in the execution of a project. There’s magnificent disposition among many spiritual beings to help you with your goals. Go on; pursue it; get to it! That you made the trip to New York is the work of God, because the elderly are fragile. Thank God and our spiritual friends; many entities prayed and put energy into this undertaking. "We did it.” Soon we’ll speak more about "Five Points.” I’m sorry about the camera that you misplaced; but that will be resolved. (I found the camera two months later, by divine inspiration.)

(Monserrate was working on the children’s duck book. She painted every day.) Spirit of Helena: Sorrow and happiness are twin sisters that learn together. We must know which to give a hand to. Hide the sorrow and wait; look, happiness will knock. You perceive it, embrace it and God will illuminate you and will fill you with it. Leave the sorrow; it’s like a globe that explodes. Sorrow makes us suffer too much. If you don’t cut it loose, it leaves deep scars. Repeat: “From now on I want to be happy to seek and to do charity. God gives me so much and I am so near him.” The ones that approach God receive goodness, bliss and happiness.

278 Dear Monserrate wants to have energy to work on the book; it has touched her soul. Let her read outside, in the daylight, because her vision is poor. Gilda: Was it you Helena that communicated with me? Spirit of Helena Yes it was me; I approached you. They are petals of roses, seeds, pearls, and diamonds; they are polished multicolor stones, phrases of the soul, and musical notes. It’s the fervor of this lovely spiritual work; you can do so much good my sister. When dear Monserrate is not here; you’ll impregnate yourself with God. The moment arrives for all to learn so much beauty. When you realize that tomorrow is another day with faith and hope to expand yourself, to explore, to read and to learn; that is the art to live spiritually. They are God’s kisses; we feel his love and his hugs. Maintain yourself straight up and tranquil. Put upon your table all that you want to spread to the world. Leave the restlessness, seek the lightness. I’m asking that Father for dear Monserrate, for you and for the elderly man, that arrived in your lives recently. Calm down; there are many things to do. Let your life glide; you must give your cargo to that Father, trust him.

Spirit of Helena: The joy of finding a lost jewel; that you used and it gave you so much happiness. You searched for it where it was not, and it appeared where you did not look. 279 (I lost my camera and l looked and looked for it, without any results, until I received a telepathic message.) They are small pieces of gold from God; beads from a very special rosary, wreaths of roses, a message from the spiritual entities, flowers from the Father. The camera appeared and came to you. Unknown spirit: I was inspired by a guava tree that was next to my house. I would see it from my window like the white lilies by dear Monserrate’s window. Gilda, that spiritual message that you grasped, is the beginning of a pretty journey; it is a path illuminated by stars and flowers from God. Those are spiritual prayers of love for the world; of faith, of harmony and with all the flavors of God. Finding your camera is a symbol, it’s a rainbow, a stream, a great brook of colors that came from the water painted by God. It’s the smile of an elder, the laughter of a child; it is to inhale God’s perfumes. It’s a message; a call, and a kiss from God. What happened was an impact; going to your room or study and receiving that communication. You will achieve many things. (That occurs now. Since Monserrate left; in the morning I meditate, pray and receive telepathic messages from the entities and from my mother.) It’s the modesty of a grand soul. It was a precise message and on time. You had never thought about the place, where you had lost it; it had not occurred to you. Finding the camera has given strength and inspiration to you, your children and to your brother, to everyone. Sister, you have a great mission.

280 Spirit of Helena: Let’s thank that good soul that visited. Dear Monserrate, you are filled with God, and with love of life; you have hope and are always charitable. She sees me by the lake and near the tree. Today she saw me in the porch, and by the lake; l arrived early to greet and to saturate you (Monserrate always saw Helena, as a vaporous silhouette by a tree next to the lake. Helena greeted her with a gesture of her hand.) This is the first time that my teacher from a previous life visits us. Alejandro (Another Alejandro) is his name; a great soul; and dearly loved. He comes with my invitation. Spirit of Alejandro: I bring you a handful of precious stones from the universe. Gilda, your book “Portrait of Puerto Rico,” is so valuable. It is educational, historic, and funny; with the taste of the island; its humor and customs. The cartoon of the character "Cheo,” will attract. Peace and love to the ones that helped you with the book. Karym is a good man; a soul that has achieved status in other lives. He has great respect for his family. A thought of support and spiritual strength for him. (The camera showed up in NY; and was sent by my son, Karym.) The souls help us, and we are surprised by how rapidly things occur; it’s best like that to avoid inconveniences and sufferings. You’ll see; precious spiritual paths will open for you. Spirit of Elsa: Gilda, I am your friend, Elsa; I arrived with the man from "FedEx,” I got into his cart. It also pleased me to write stories; mysteries.

281 Antonito, as his grandma calls him, should finish his journey, his novel. I accompany him; we are old companions. I was involved with him in the arts and the theater; I was everything for a theatrical company. He’s very talented. He and I in another life did improvised theater; going from town to town. We carried our bundles, and it was costly, but we loved the theater. It’s divine to be in the arts.

Spirit of Helena: Gilda; paths will open for you; doors and windows will also open. You receive the spiritual doctrine with so much love. We are exchanging mutual benevolence; now you feel my eternal sisterly love even more; you feel my strong spiritual arms that lift you up and sustain you. Unknown Spirit: This my first visit here; and I come seeking positive things. Yesterday l was with you in the restaurant, and l thought: "This town looks like a place, where I lived in Europe.” It’s pretty here, you only see vegetation; you can fill up with God. I was around, saw you and approached. I remember that l always chose the best of life. Here, I see space; wide roads; these hideouts in the roads stifle the noise. That was the custom before in Europe; they hid the commercial sites; and you only saw the vegetation in the forefront; covering the shops with bushes. I was close to my mother and my only sister; she married an Englishman.

282 I had a wife and children. My sister came to live to this town. Perhaps because of your brother Nel I had the joy to be around today. Yes it was like that; he was with others in the town of Boca. I connected with him because he mentioned his sister with affection and that made me glad. I went to Boca spiritually to visit my mother and my sister. I walked around with them. My mother crossed over recently; thank God that she is in peace. My sister continues living in this town. I had asthma with complications; crossing over from pneumonia. Since then l make the rounds here and there. I really don’t know what l sought. My sister with the death of my mother remained badly; I console her; approaching her trying to alleviate her grief. I knew that l was going to meet you; it was a premonition that you were nearby. Nel’s goodwill attracted me; I attach myself to the souls in peace, we can participate with them. I told myself: "Some day I’m going to meet Nel’s mother and sister.” Gilda, since yesterday you were seeking the restaurant; but couldn’t find it; you were lost. I also sought with you; we made many turns. Then you entered to eat and I waited for you. Later I came with you in the car and remained until now. I will leave with Nel and then go to my mother that expects me. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Gilda, I had a vision of your father and uncle from a past life. I saw them in a field, with a great deal of land but with the sea nearby. Something like the Hamptons, but it was Argentina. Your father had vineyards; he was very intelligent; he mixed wines.

283 You lived near a port; l believe it was “Mar del Plata.” I saw ships; it seems like he had a ship, the father liked to sail. In Mendoza, you found yourself with Virginia. (My cousin now) She was also your cousin then. Virginia was a good teacher. She thinks about her brother Peter with a great deal of love. They love each other very much for they have been brothers, three times. Peter was always cheerful and she was always very sensible. They tell me Karym has advanced spiritually. Once he was a family member of "Toño," my father, his great-grandfather. Both with a great love of family; they are alike. My father’s soul had always incarnated in Europe; but this time he was born in an island, looking to pay a debt; he wanted it that way.

Spirit of Pio Gabriel: Life is like a silk thread that brakes easily; it is a silk thread that has survived so much; it’s not easy. Every day think and repeat. “Have l learned something today? Did l make good use of my life? It’s not easy but it should be asked and could be obtained. As time goes by, none of us worry too much about taking advantage of our lives; but every day there is a surprise, and it can be a pretty one. One feels ecstasy, throwing away the useless from the road; it’s like receiving a spiritual cleansing. We are capricious; falling on our knees and hurting ourselves, but we shouldn’t fall on our knees, it hurts, and the pain restrains us; we break down and do not know what to do, nevertheless; God asks for so little.

284 If you’re programmed you can see the path that’s ready for you, that you have arrived at, to pass through. At times it’s unclear and it’s our own fault not wanting to think; there’re many entanglements. Here in this town you can breathe better and be comfortable. When one is elderly, it’s necessary to know how to stand, sit and be content with things as they are. Life is pretty, it’s not clumsy; it can be clean, helping us to develop. God thank you for loving us; God chooses His favorite friends; those that want to reach Him with devotion. We must be fair with God because He gives us a weightless perfect life, but we are arrogant, too proud; with so many defects. We toss it away; that happens to the know it all. They are so small and they receive exactly what they deserve. We need education no matter your knowledge; God always knows more than you, conceited one; for that reason you arrived limping. God in His benevolence gives us a crutch, so as not to limp. God loves us, embraces us. We’re fragile, selfish and whimsical; the laziness is so great, that we do not want to think. May my thoughts reach Karym and Antonio; tell them that we are not perfect but we are on the way to perfection. God leads us on the right path, God loves us; always giving us a hand. Gilda you’re a fortunate soul; you’re touched by the spirits that love you and that nobody sees. You must say: “Praise God that I do this because I feel it.” Your mother is the one that has loved you the most in this lifetime; Helena and your brother too. Thank God that you made those books with your courage; because “Without money,

285 the monkey doesn’t dance.” This recent book is a seal for Puerto Rico; it’s something special, very involved. The very talented artist did not recognize his worth; he is delirious with the book. Gilda, you’re strong, laborious; a kind soul; yielding your place to others. In you there is a very beautiful thing; your love for family and for the spiritual entities. You’re humble and relinquish your things, never thinking that evildoers exist. My advice; walk with your eyes wide open; lighting can strike.

Spirit of Pio Gabriel: Occasionally we think about the heavy loads that we pick up along the road, and we say: "I have learned greatly from that.” At that very moment is when you make a commitment to God and tell him: "Help me; help me to take the right path,” if you say it with faith, sincerely feeling it because of your past experiences; look, it’s as if a light has been lit in your spiritual evolution; you will achieve it; you can achieve it. How wonderful it is to be able to reach a high degree of advancement for your soul. It is such an intimate joy; so appreciated when your soul has reached it. It is like fresh dew on your thirsty lips, and you want to be refreshed because you are thirsty. You implore God’s kiss because He restores, He smoothes everything. When we learn to listen; and one must have silence to listen to God, because God is very soft spoken, although immensely powerful. He is a Father, a friend and a doctor; the Supreme Force in the universe. You must try to be in your own world; a world composed by you, a world of perfect

286 silence; knowing that even a drop of water can interrupt your silence. Then you would ask yourself: where is it coming from? Why did it happen? God loves you and forgives the interruption; he knows that you worried about that distraction. It is the ray of light from our Creator that tells you: "Dear one, you are on a true path because you are able to touch and feel the advantages, and the disadvantages of life; and of spiritual growth.” God is so special that he simplifies everything; there are no barriers for Him. We must deserve his floral gifts, his kisses; one must deserve his caresses. His suitcases are perfect because they come from Him. One must be thankful and be committed, and all the commitments must be met. We must always be strong and determined; because when we have a commitment with God; with the most Supreme and these good allies, good souls that come to visit; one must comply. They; the spiritual entities of goodwill are souls that have been so noble, so great; they took care of their harvest, their orchards, their planting and of their dear ones. I will tell you that they used their immense faith and love of God; they never stopped due to laziness; they continued with those sincere oaths of a true challenge, of a divine symbol that was a gift from the Supreme, and they were tireless. As you see your good sister of past lives Helena, compels you to go on sowing orchards; it is because she knows that you do not lack anything, that you have an excess of many things because she knows you; living with you previously, twice very close to you. She achieved many things, and she knows that you pursue tranquility, well being and supreme happiness. 287 Those are only achieved when one has a commitment with the Creator. You have struggled very much spiritually; that’s why she tells you: "Forward, good soul, dear sister; in the past you have known how to stop to look and to choose what is worthwhile.” Helena says that there was a time when you were on the radio exercising your teaching skills with the listeners. Imposing on yourself a chore to make them listen to a chapter of positive daily living, no matter how. Those listeners learned from you; they learned to cultivate, to sow, and to behave; so many things. They went in search of relief for their ills; they dared to knock on doors to be healed, and to do everything possible to improve their lives. All that remains; those are the imprints of the life of the soul. You achieved all that; and as you accomplished it, that “insight” that hidden soul, within you said to the world: "Listen to me.” You said it with such fervor and emphasis so that they could understand; so that they can hear it well, because you were telling them the truth. That is not easy to achieve; you created an image; sincere, clear, simplified, just for them; so they could comprehend. You pledged: "This I am going to read and l will not be interrupted, because it sends a positive message so that my listeners could learn.” You helped many people to heal, to have a better economy, to behave respectful with other. To comply with their responsibilities, with their daily domestic tasks, so that they could become kindly and constructive human beings. All that remained, it left imprints; it was the right moment and the entities helped you.

288 (That is true; Monserrate had advised me at the beginning of my radio career, to read some aphorisms or meditations on the air to encourage the listeners. She did research for me.) In 1975, she gave me the book, "An Oasis in the Desert,” compiled by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman. I felt happy reading the positive thoughts on the air; which l continued reading each morning, from different sources for two or three minutes at the start of my program. This I did during the remainder of my radio career, in different cities, and it was always a great success.) You completed your mission there and left for another place. It was an episode in your life, but in the "Great Apple" many never forget you. How great is that! Our sister Monserrate, tells me that she has great affection for New York City. I know it sister; you filled yourself with that city; it nurtured you with its great energy. There your children grew up; you recall their caresses, endearments, their laughter and their games; you embrace New York. God loves you Monserrate. Remember this Gilda; everything that you received and learned, because you felt compassion, and were dutiful; that is all part of your spiritual growth. After leaving that immense bale of spiritual blessings behind, you must continue ahead, as Helena says: “It is so much what you did; that you cannot afford to lose it.” Keep on collecting, stay on that path that I told you about the other day; a path of white flowers that will serve to heal many souls; because from them, many seeds will sprout. Be strong because life can be beautiful when we wish to speak with God; to relate to Him. 289 Whatever is unusable in your life, throw it away. You little sister Gilda, with that intention to assist that you have always had; have been able to survive. You will be able to do many books; have that in mind, with the aid of God and of those good souls that love you and clean your path. Be a good companion to them, as they are with you; good messengers, good guides. They are heavenly angels in your journey. Gilda: What is your name? Spirit of Pio Gabriel: I have a very strange and very short name; I call myself Pio; that is my name. I received it from a maternal grandmother that was very religious and a good soul; for me she was, she was my angel. We were very religious, but we had to learn that God is the purest religion there is. Sadly human beings divide themselves due to religions. In that period of my lifetime there was a heavenly Pio; I said: “I will remain Pio, Pio. Many times l said: "Do not call me Pio.” Later a friend with much goodwill; a guide of mine, I would say a very, very divine soul, filled with celestial love I mean; said to me: "Well I am going to call you Gabriel as the angel; because you are an angel.” Therefore I have two names, Pio Gabriel, because such is life. Gilda: Where is Helena? Spirit of Pio Gabriel: She has been very busy, precisely these days; very occupied in a children’s hospital; there are many injured, sick children, very far away.

290 While she struggles and serves she grows as a soul; l know because to see the war close up, destroys you. I cannot say why these things happen, but they do and she is there as a nurse. She is protecting, taking care of, raising, lifting little souls; picking up small bodies; bringing welfare, calming the crying, helping to heal; but she will visit soon. She is happy because the day before yesterday she told me: "Listen to what Karym’s dear granny says: "I have flowers in my window.” “What a pretty gesture; taking photograph of the flowers for the dear granny.” (That afternoon while walking past the house; Monserrate told me how lovely the flowers looked by her window. I was carrying my camera and took pictures. Suddenly Monserrate in trance said, “Yes, photograph the flowers.” It was Helena.) God gives us all those things freely; they are his caresses, kisses, and his promises for us. Gilda, good woman, continue seeking goodness, doing good, kneading good and achieving goodness with your actions. You are humble. Look; you caught my thought right now and that is a great moment for you. I was going to speak to you about your son, Antonio, and you asked me first; that means that you received my thought at that very moment. That has happened to you often lately and it will help you for your spiritual progress. There are still many things left to be done; you will receive spiritual surprises. Right now, when you’re at peace and attuned, fulfilling your duties; you receive our messages. Those many authors of mystical, spiritual books that you own had promised our Creator to progress and they were inspired.

291 We are going to keep on helping you so that you may continue with your messages to the world; in books and other projects. I thank you for being kind with this elderly lady she is the one that has loved you the most. Nobody will distract you from your goal, from your path or your obligations to do what my good brothers and sisters did in their earthly lives. When you return to this world you will come prepared with immense missions; Helena achieved it, you’re beloved Helena. May the peace and God’s harmony be here; always.

Monserrate at 90, always reading. Monserrate: Puerto Rico My daughter, may God fill you with his infinite and great love and carry you in his arms little sister; so that you may do a great deal of charity in the future. God bless you. Here we are; looking at the sea, among precious palm trees and unique vegetation. All this is God’s energy, all is His blessings; His love for the world. Bless those good souls; messengers of peace and love that come and embrace us with their infinite goodness. I feel impregnated by the environment that surrounds us; at times, my mind escapes me and it’s as if l wanted to penetrate and link myself to that sea, to those palms, to those trees and to be part of them, in perfect oneness with their grandness. I thank you good Father, for your love

292 for everything that we have, for everything that you give us. In my insecurity to walk; you are my support. I know that you won’t let me fall; I love you. Father; you are the creator and all around us is your presence; eternally praised, now and always. Spirit of José: I also come to give thanks; the peace of God is here. I too give thanks for the natural beauty, the strength and the quietness; a contrast of deep blessed energies. Father, thanking you for your generosity; there is peace here, there is stillness, it’s a secluded area; a hideout of energy, of love, of God’s fragrance. It’s a beautiful corner of nature. This little sister Monserrate, feels expansiveness of soul; she is content and happy. Karym, thanks for your generosity, for providing your love ones with this trip. This is a perfect environment for us to visit you. Let there be peace in the world dear brothers; let there be universal quietness to be able to feel your peace closer to us. Father, forgive us and bless us; give us your assistance, so as not to offend you; but to love and respect you more, and to feel you even more within our hearts and souls. It’s immense, so immense the stillness that l feel, the spiritual bliss, that l am unable to express what I feel. I am wrapped and bewitched by the sea, the stillness and the palm trees; it is beautiful. Dear Monserrate says: "It is beautiful, beautiful.” “Thank God for being able to come here.” Gilda, may God give you that spiritual bliss to grasp in your own atmosphere; be where it may be, the spiritual serenity, so that you may continue bringing books to the world. 293 God will give you the means to go on building your lovely work of positive messages to the world. Sister; you know well that this is the continuation of your radio programs, but now you give written message to the world. "We need many books,” a spirit says: "Many books to tell the world, that yes; it is possible, life is eternal.” With that noble heart that you have and your privileged mind, you can achieve what impels you; that is a gift from God, a gift for one that deserves it. Thanks for the devotion, affection and for taking care of your elderly mother. She and you were such a lovely link of mother and daughter in a previous lifetime. In this present life, when you were born she said looking at you: "I am going to give you everything that l can my daughter, because God is going to give me his strength, energy and the love to carry you in my arms." She has carried you in her arms; she has sustained you through the years, with her words, her love, and with her devotion; taking care of you, and your children. I bless you both, and leave with much respect; l loved my dear mother, the same way. Peace in the universe; peace to the ones that suffer; peace and love for all; peace for those good souls that visit you. They come to give you a hand, a smile and their greetings; blessing you and carrying you back and forth. I want to be near you; provided that l have an opportunity. Peace, eternal peace. Unknown spirit: Bless dear Monserrate; bless you both for your soul’s spiritual strength. May you enjoy the tropical lullaby from the sound of the waves; that is why so many composers have sung to the sea.

294 The sea is without color, it’s only one color. I don’t know, but it seems to me that when you look at the sea; Oh! It carries your thought away, and drags it with its waves far away; out there. I’m a little bit restless, and I want to leave. Help me Father to achieve what I seek for, in this world, although I no longer belong here; therefore I’m weak and feel undecided. But we are going to have the strength; we are going to do many things. Oh! How can l tell you? The energy and force of that sea! l want to sing to it right now, and wrap myself in it. My throat hurts; I endured much pain, l suffered; this affected me: (Gesture of smoking) the throat, the throat; but now I have nothing, l no longer suffer. I want to speak; I’m happy now. I don’t have anything in the throat. Is that true? Gilda: Yes; yes. No, you have nothing in the throat. You’re healed, healed, God healed you. Unknown spirit: Yes, yes, thank God. Have a good day; Gilda. I’m withdrawing; I’m leaving with health. Peace and love always. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Allow me to adorn my sorrows with a smiling wave; with laces and fine silks, with an edging made of love. (Interruption) I tell you Gilda, here l do not feel any heat; it’s a spiritual coolness that comes from God. As that spirit left, l only heard repeatedly: "With a fringe of love that l have here within my heart.” With a fringe of love that l carry here within my heart.” "The sorrows have gone; now you laugh and sing.”

295 “You are the divine muse; you are a delighted cherub that came from another region.” “Do you know who brought it? The sea, the sea brought it; fastened to a wave.” Gilda: It’s pretty, yes, very, very pretty. Monserrate: It’s true; it is very pretty. A soul with goodwill left us his poem. God bless you, good soul. Thanks to those blessed spiritual entities that follow us; love us and watch over us. On this day, and at this very moment, looking at the sea; feeling its coolness and seeing its sudden aggression, I pray for my grandchildren, my son, and for you dear Gilda. Work on those annotations; write in those books about everything that is garlanded and blessed by God. Spirit of elder: My words are simple; but with a great deal of fervor and feeling. It’s as if I was sliding on that sea on my own raft. I recall other times when we collected snails and tortoise shells. We fished for our food, to take to the world, and to survive. I lived near here; in a hut among the palms and the almond trees. As you can see, these almond trees refresh us; protecting us from the sun and its breezes caress our heads. I believe that when one feels that beauty, that greeting from the sea, and you are upon the sand, it’s as if you were receiving a frontal, outright greeting from that All-Powerful, unique Creator. Here you don’t hear noises, no clamor; you don’t hear anything because the sea doesn’t allow appeasement to its sound.

296 The sea is free; the sea dances and in its swells, in its waves, in its path it tosses and turns; it goes and comes tirelessly. It is the swaying of the waves, of the thirsty waves. Now I’m remembering the song by Sylvia Rexach; "Waves and Sands” She was inspired here; she came to the beach with her folding chair; there weren’t any lounging chairs, and she wasn’t a guest at the hotel. She went to the rim of the beach, in the shade, near the almond trees. There she was inspired and wrote her song: "Waves and Sands.” Listen, the waves bathe the beach, cleanse the life of the souls that go there to be cooled, to feel filled with vitality. The sea with its force engulfs you; it gives you vigor, robustness, injecting you with its bravery. The courage of the sea, although salted, is sweet; the sweet bravery to conquer a world. It took away from the humans what they call anxiety, but it also gave them its sweetness; it’s an exchange. It’s true that the sea is not sweet, it’s salted; but it changes its flavor, it feels sweet with a fresh breeze that carries it so far away. Therefore I would say that we are the designers of the flavors, of the anxieties of life, with each step that we take. We learn without knowing that we are climbing a staircase; the steps are not inadvertent, they are firm and secure. I know that you are going to be in a better situation and that you’re going to have many good results. I departed this island an elderly man, celebrating my ninety years like dear Monserrate. I was born and passed over in October.

297 Monserrate: (Puerto Rico) Karym; in that life that you lived with me in New Orleans, you were a smiling, good soul. Gilda: Was Don Isidro Kariem Karran’s uncle? Monserrate’s: That’s it. Elvira is now here; behind Karym. Spirit of Elvira: I am Elvira. I was sent here; uncle Isidro sent me to tell Karym that he is going to have good business transactions. I was Kariem’s other aunt; I would go partying with you. Spirit of Helena: Getting back to New Orleans; Isabella, Karym’s, mother then, had an accident; she fell precisely from Karym’s carriage, and like dear Monserrate now; she couldn’t walk for a while; but Isabella healed. Still Karym always took good care of her; he brought her food, because he was always concerned with food; he was selective, an epicurean. His mother Isabella, provided him with whatever he desired; his cravings. I will tell you a very picturesque incident; there was much seafood, fish; the best from the sea, and Karym always said: "I’m anxious, thinking about my good food.” He was like that; enjoyed eating well, finding out where they cooked or served the best food. That’s in him, just as he is now. He stayed thin and was a strong, handsome man, an athlete. In those days they made special balls out of rope, and he always played with them, he liked to play with the stick; throwing the ball. Men had their inventions then; according to their needs. Even those balls you sold in your wagon.

298 You had a well stocked traveling store and the people knew that you were coming because of your bell; you would let them know by ringing it. You were a great merchant therefore you still have the eloquence, the sweetness; you know how to speak well in business from that experience. Karym, you arrived with the wagon full and they emptied it there at the plaza. I tell you this, to make you happy and contented; you wouldn’t take money from the children; you gave them candies, lollypops in animal shapes that were very popular then. You are a soul with so much faith, with some very strong humanitarian charitable roots, with generosity. That is a carry over from other lives. Listen to this; he had a box manufactured out of tin, and there he kept his silver. “This money is for my tin box.” It was like a mission to save; at times he was surprised when counting what he had. Karym, you have the ability of your great grandfather Toño; who was a generous man, he liked to help. People went to his store, and he said: “If you don’t have money; pay me later.” All the positives they say about you are blessings; and it must be said. Although I’m a spiritual entity; l am also a member of your family and it makes me happy to see the good things that happen to you. We are here, for a short while near the sea; to receive energy and strength, to continue on; able to do charity always. l feel at peace and so very happy being here with you. I also feel at peace because I’ve been able to help the children. I’ve seen so many hungry children; comatose, without anything. So many souls suffer in war; in that misfortune.

299 Here with you l feel peace, but we in the spiritual world also suffer seeing their agony. God bless them all; I ask our Creator for divine strength, for the Infinitely Powerful Force that comes from Him, so that they may feel fortified and free. Right now a happy, radiant young soul entered; telling Karym: "God bless you; l am in love with you.” Her name was Violet. She loved Karym very much in another lifetime, not in New Orleans; a previous one. Spirit of Violet: Yes, I have been strolling around here; Helena said you may pass now. I was pretty, short, not very tall. I was delighted with you and you with me. You said: "I love you for being blonde and good.” I was blonde, my hair gleamed. Karym is you’re name now; I loved you very much. With that l leave you because Helena says that she wants to pray in the name of God. Spirit of Helena: Thank you, Violet. (I cried.) Gilda, sweet Gilda; good Gilda. You feel our spiritual touch; I am happy. These are pretty laces that God gives us to adorn us. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Helenita is here messaging my legs. There is another spirit here that says to Karym: "Young man, save in your tin box.” This spirit arrived in New Orleans; he knew Karym there; he was a beach fisherman, a beachcomber. People in the past; went to the beaches seeking; they were laborers, expert people of the sea. Right here they climbed the coconut palms like cats; they were coconut gatherers and excellent fisherman, they knew the sea well.

300 In those days the coconut gatherer lived in Louisiana. That good man served Karym; even shinning his shoes. He was your servant; helping you with your wagon. They had never told you that, until now. He’s here; his name was Gabriel, but they called him: “Cocotero,” "The coconut gatherer.” Now you have a new companion. The “Coconut gatherer,” was like a sheppard for Karym; and a helper to Isabella. Karym helped him out, because he had an elderly father that he cared for. Karym you’ve been charitable, with immense faith; there are few young men like you; you always, always, feel protected by God and the spirits. Spirit of Don Isidro: How are you Karym? (Extending his hand.) Here l am listening to that great soul called Helena. She was a teacher; a governess. Now she is a special nurse for the afflicted. The peace of God is here. For you my dear sister, Monserrate, that has not been ill during this trip; she is going to return well; God will take care of her. (Gave energy passes to Karym.) Monserrate: (Out of trance.) There is another spirit here with the presence of a director, an eminent woman; a priestess that knew Gilda in a past life. She says: "Be prepared, because you are going to be very occupied.” "With God all is possible.” Thank you Father; thanks to all the good entities that visited us today and thanks to my guide; Luz. Let’s pray. (Later that same day, Monserrate started walking quickly with a great deal of agility. We knew that it was the spirit of her sister: Henrietta.)

301 Spirit of Helena: Yes; it’s Henrietta, checking up on you. I come from a distant place, where there are needy children; l was assisting them, loving them, and staying close to God; in order to cover them with his cloak. Karym, it’s wonderful to be young with spiritual. confidence; God bless you, because you give of yourself to others, you are charitable. You needed this fresh air, needed the energy that comes from the sea, the song that comes from the sea. When you gaze at the sea it seems tireless, full of vigor and all that; I wish for your body. Thank God that you are all healthy; dear Monserrate was worried about her health; she didn’t want to spoil your trip. Karym, you opened a large basket and everything; all the heavy things are going to fall in there, and will be converted weightless because they are blessed by God. Thank you for this gift for your mother and grandma; both have enjoyed the serenity of the environment and the energy of that vigorous sea. I don’t forget our tour on the streets of lower Manhattan. Oh! That was a spiritual walk; that leisurely walk had the flavor of God. You listened to me, heard me. When we passed a street and we stopped; I remembered the many times that l had passed by there. Now you gave me the opportunity again; the souls; we also need from you. Little brother you were opening the road, pushing your grandmother’s chair. In the past you went with your wagon from town to town, ringing your bell. The yearnings and the remembrances come to life when we are near you.

302 We feel God so much closer. Praise that Father that permits us to do it. That day, by those old houses; narrow and large doors; on those busy streets; dear Monserrate was disturbed, confused, because of the mob, and I was near her, but the poor thing didn’t see me; finally she calmed down. What a grand gesture that you all shared what you bought there. It was lovely by the bench, in the shade, where l sat with my dear sister and with that great soul, Humberto; to inquire, study, to converse; yes, with Humberto; he was a great friend, a great counselor. Karym, Humberto has become your good friend. Like you, he had a small family that he adored. There wasn’t much; it was difficult to help them, but from the little that he had, he helped his mother, grandmother and his brother. God gives us gifts, this is a gift; you’ve earned it. Your love for the spiritual entities is enormous. This is interesting; right now very near you is a soul that was your mother. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Karym I love you so very much. Now, I’m your grandma but I was your mother in that lifetime. It’s a very intimate sentiment. I was Karym’s mother in that incarnation! You know Gilda that souls take many roads; well, he was my only son, my only son. Gilda, my daughter, what you do today for me, he did for me; he took care of me. This is a profound emotion that I want you to understand well. This boy, my grandson Karym, was my dear son in the past. Praise God.

303 Monserrate: (In pain.) I ask good Father and the spiritual entities filled with peace and love, to alleviate my pain. I had discomfort, l still do but I ask for relief for the slight inflammation. (Hand placed upon the pelvis area). Dear God, help all those victims of the hurricane that whipped the coasts of Louisiana. I’m thankful for all those spiritual gifts that you gave Helenita, and that she in turn gave to my daughter, when she traveled to present her book at the University and for finishing the book with that immense faith. Lately she has been a little agitated, because she had to do so much at once; but you are her doctor, friend, her spiritual aid and her brother; Father give her health. Spirit of Helena: God bless you both. Gida, you know that you are a good missionary, because you left it all, to fulfill your duties (I interrupted my trip due to a hurricane that had been forecasted.) Give me the glasses with the water; to leave in them all my love, all my joy. Dear sister, you have had a good reception; that book has little wheels, just like the first one. We are all concerned and busy with the atmospheric situation; there are so many needy; but we always pray for them all. May God fill you with peace and strength, because when you have the energy, you move. Before leaving l must tell you that your cinnamon broom sweeps away the worthless. Gilda: Helena, it seems to me that I remembered New York during Halloween or Thanksgiving;

304 I saw the broom; it caught my eye and I bought it. Did we have a cinnamon broom? Spirit of Helena: Yes, in Long Island. Our father gave it to you; he told you: "Since it pleases you so, and you’re so, so hard-working, I’ll give you this gift; a broom." (Laughter.) It’s something to laugh about; imagine there in the Hamptons with a cinnamon broom. (I felt with Helena, as if we were the two sisters of long ago; laughing about a joke. It was a very special moment for me.) Gilda, l want to let know you know that some times you receive messages from our dear Monserrate when she is unable to move; she then communicates with her thoughts, and you perceive them. That means that you are educating your mind for your good, for God, and for the souls. Without really being aware, you’re acquiring the sensibility to feel us. God’s peace is here. Health for the good soul that is Nel; that soul is a messenger of God. Give me your hands; let’s pray for the children that I’m helping. Poor little ones cry because they’re in pain; some are hungry and cold; others are abandoned. Pray for all the children in the world. Wrapped in God’ kiss and in a hug from Him I want to continue my journey. May God bless you all. Monserrate: (Out of. trance) Gilda, in spirit I took a short tour through your house in Argentina. I saw the entrance to the sunny house; it was a small entrance of stones but the house was long, wide and large in the back with a short facade.

305 The first thing upon entering was the "Foyer" or the receiving-room; a large mirror with a small long table with some flowers and next to the flowers there were two book-ends with a small book of music; that was a symbol. It was a beautiful thing that impacted. Once inside you went straight to a grand parlor, with a piano and many lamps. There was life in that room; next to a large window always a large plant. They were more or less your tastes now; little tables, bookshelves, baskets, as you have now; with many books. I also saw a small rug and a bookstand like that black one over there; all well adorned and very orderly. Full of souvenirs; things that they gave you and that you brought from your trips. In that incarnation you had many friends that also travelled and they brought you mementos from many places. I then saw an enormous room and in the middle you had a large glass table. Very pretty; pretty it was. Protective spirit: Sister, you are dearly loved; many remember you even now, because you spoke to the world with impetus, with your generosity and with that love of humanity; you spoke to them about the love of life. Not everyone understands that to speak of love is to give and to receive. If you analyze your work on the radio, you would say: "I did it well.” Think positive; you will see that it strengthens you. Our spirit is weakened at certain moments from so much thinking, so much doing, so much searching here and there. I want to speak to you of what I learned from life. You are a determined soul, bold; that although the cargo may weigh you down, you drag it; you’re strong.

306 You have spent your life struggling and always opening doors. Many are distracted along the way, or are afraid, and that is sad. They give up; yield, and do not achieve their goals. Go ahead little sister; calmness and peace count so much in life; you are very intense, real, and genuine. Ungratefulness also bothered you in a previous life. It bothered you so much that you jumped and trembled, but the body suffers those afflictions; with those changes the system is altered. That’s not good because energy is lost and eventually it breaks down your health. (Pause) God’s peace is here. I must leave because your good sister, Helena, is nearby. Spirit of Helena: At this moment I’m happy; because everything that you desire or seek, dear sister, you’ll find it. You will celebrate in your soul and in your heart. Forget about this and that, and enjoy your promotional trips. God is going to give your mother health so that she may accompany you again to New York for "Thanksgiving.” (We did travel to Karym’s house.) Little sister I will help you with my magnetic fluids/energy; giving dear Monserrate a massage on the legs and the other area. (Placed her hands on mine; I felt heat on my hands, while she gave my mother energy passes.) Saying good-bye and wishing spiritual progress for all. God, with his will and kindness, blesses us all; peace in the world.

307 Monserrate: Regarding your book "Portrait of Puerto Rico,” you have to think that there is hope. You have faith and its content has a unique historic value of an important era; it’s there palpable; in characters, in communication. The world is going to laugh, it’s going to enjoy it, reliving the political past of that island. Forgotten drawings were resurrected after so many years; almost lost in a trunk. Your brother preserved them and brought them to you.

Spirit of Helena: Sister Gilda, I have a goal; to share with you my point of view. Life for you is hard, because when you enter the world of publications, you find out that it’s not very easy; one must learn the rules of the game. You’re going to achieve it because your books carry a positive message. Have faith in yourself and in God. You will have a flourished path of fresh and good seeds; expect many trips. You will be successful; say: "This will turn out well.” “All is going to be fine.” "I go with a purpose, and I must achieve good results.” You’re going to baste many pieces together. You’ll see later on that you’ll give significant lessons with the books. (Telephone rings.) Peace. Monserrate: (Out of trance) Gilda, I looked at you now and I saw you as in an ecstasy from another life. You had a similar face; with slimmer features and longer hair. I saw your face outlined, and with an interrogation in your eyes; as if asking Helena something. I saw her very calm, giving you peace so that things go well. You were in front of a large desk, signing books; a positive vision.

308 There is another spirit here, listening to this conversation; he says that this is going to do him much good. He was walking with Karym; he came out of the "subway" with Karym and followed him. Spirit of Helena: He says that Karym gave him a key and he overheard: "This key is so that you’ll open the real door to where you must enter.” It was Don Isidro that said it; to help him, because he is a good soul. He was a man that had a great deal of luck in New York. He lived very well there but he was weak; how sad that is. Don Isidro gave the entity the key of health and spiritual peace so that he could be lifted. That soul suffered very much; even while living well; he lived precisely near Karym’s apartment. He was a noble man but had a sad life at the end, because he became an alcoholic. Don Isidro tells him: "Come brother, you’re not going to suffer anymore.” That boy that you see there; that has an attractive face; a face of a good soul; he has a body. Brother, you are a spiritual entity; you don’t have a body. In life you believed in the soul and always wanted to do better. You made an effort; a purpose, and insisted. From today on you’re going to recover your strength. You’re going to get up, redirect yourself; and you’ll find; as you say: "The right hand of God.” Just like that. “The right hand of God,” you’re going to follow the good road. We wish to help you, so that you don’t feel poor anymore; or abandoned, or sad. Now you say: "That you didn’t comply.” "You didn’t keep your word; you weren’t able.” Praise God that forgives you and says: "Brother, get up and walk; move up and walk.”

309 This dear elderly lady as Karym calls her; will also help you so that you may have spiritual crutches to walk; and learn how to wear your shoes. Among all of us, we’ll teach you to walk, strong and firm so that you never fall again; so that you’ll change and can continue progressing and being benevolent. He was a very intelligent and dedicated man. He worked with children and with children’s specialists. He was rich and contributed, donating to many causes; he offered aid for those sick children; doing much charity; he was a generous man. Spirit of writer: In God’s name many thanks my brothers. Yes I was a writer; writing captivated me; it gave me peace, tranquility and strength to go on; how interesting is the life of the soul. Gilda, on those lifetime paths; in an epoch in which you lived in NY, I knew you and your sister; the young lady Helena. I fell into vice, in this last lifetime. Obviously l didn’t want to fall, because I loved the positive evolution of the soul’s life, but I didn’t have strength; l was too weak. In my pre-past life, before my fall into vice; in which you lived in New York; I didn’t fall. In that incarnation l crossed over young; I left and returned quickly, suffering very much; reincarnating too fast. It gladdens me when Miss Helena and your mother say: "You’re going to achieve many things.” Well yes, I say the same; you are going to do many little books, you’re going to program yourself very well and are going to do much, because all in life is learned and you have an interest. You had a mission in radio, and now you have to go on with that mission.

310 How are you going to do it? With your books; reaching the masses. Let them know that it’s your work that you continue with love. There won’t be anybody to stop you sister. Helena indicates that it’s time to retire, because she is helping me to speak with you. Thanks to Isidro, and to all those present. Spirit of Helena: Gilda dear, here l am; give me your hand. You have a very beautiful faith and hope. There is love within you to reach the multitudes, but for that one must be calm, because the world is very agitated. At times one must stop and learn how to walk. I always thank God that l can come to visit you. It cheers us that you live here, because this is a sort of hideout. You are protected from the hurricanes and there is peace. When you leave your retreat; you’ll be like a tree trunk, like a firm wall; although for many years nothing or nobody has made you stumble. Isn’t it great when one is hidden and happy; isn’t that the truth? Yes, because we trip less, we travel the roads unharmed. Do the best you can, without losing your calmness, without losing that presence of goodness. Many souls, our group and friends, take care and accompany you. God’s peace is here with you and with them. Receive this dear sister; this is another gift, my affectionate energy of love and peace; assuring you a good trip, and wishing you the best with your book. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Oh! Helena left you a spiritual present in your hands. She threw something like white serpentine upon your head; they are thoughts of love, peace, health and progress.

311 I saw that Helenita put her hands in your hands; open your hands Gilda, and I’ll put mine in yours. Those flowers over there are so beautiful. Gilda. I love you so much, my daughter. I’m so grateful for this care that you give me; if you only knew. Thank you so much, so much. Listen; to have a spirit come to you is not an easy thing; it’s a blessing. Thank you Father. Helena; sweet Helena, the peace of God is with you; now and always. Thank you for visiting us, thank you for your good thoughts and prayers.

Spirit of Narc is o: (Near the lake) One must keep on walking until reaching your objective; opening the gate that you see over there; at times saying: "It’s a little far,” but as you continue walking, it’s less far; it’s closer to you. If you dare; you can get there and open that big gate; you then enter to investigate and to seek; trying to achieve what you know can be reached from the re . Gilda the smallest things make you happy, and last night it cheered me up when you got a short call that represents a step to explore; something can come from that. Usurpers harmed you; it was a lesson, but if we let that scare us, we draw back; closing the gate to never open it again. One must have courage; believe in yourself, in what you are capable of doing; that’s important. Human beings have opinions, but from that to daring and to doing it; there is a very big difference; because it’s not easy. All those souls of good faith that roam the world; that are the guardian angels;

312 the protective spirits go toward the victims; where the misfortunes occur to assist them, to lift them, they are always available raising the fallen. They are noble souls in evolution and God gives them the opportunity to help out; not even in the biggest misfortunes do they fail. If you reflect; how did l begin the first book? I began with a little page, another little page, with a photo, with an interview; this and that; thinking it gives you vigor; making you happy that you completed it and obtained the distribution. It’s not easy, but you did it; knocking on doors; you did it. That is all very positive; there you have the picture. It is so pleasant to observe thinkers. There are those that think and have large treasures to reach; they have potential, but then they stop; they looked it over, and felt tired doing nothing. The sensible souls start and finish their works; they believe in themselves, believe in what they can do; they are thinkers of rank and achievers. Praise God. Beloved sisters; celebrate the pretty things in life; there is so much misfortune and grief, so much unhappiness; and so much pain; therefore the souls that can enjoy the positive, the wholesome things of life, and have the spiritual blessings to achieve what they expect from life; they cannot lose their composure. Gilda, you’re also fulfilling a duty with your elderly father, so stay tranquil. I know that you will have good unexpected surprises. Good souls are like flowers; with the rays of the sun they never wilt; but shine with more intensity; they are stronger, day by day. Sweet Helena; that I admire and respect; now embraces and blesses you both.

313 She says that she compares dear Monserrate’s soul with a clean path, full of peace; where the traveler sits down to rest and is saturated by God. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) In the stillness of this lake the souls come to visit us; what bliss. Thank you loving God. Gilda; look at the ducklings by your side.

Spirit of Alberto: Alberto is speaking; l came to say; "Happy Birthday". I’m late as dear Monserrate says; but dear Monserrate have you forgotten that you are ninety years old? You don’t drive, therefore you are late with the gifts, but it’s never too late; one of these days you’ll buy something for your beloved daughter. Gilda, your art is a gift from God. To be able to form a silhouette and to give it life; those are your books done on that computer; you have learned so much with that machine. (PC) That helps, because the more one knows and sees, the better it is. Those good tools are brush strokes with precious affection; a gift from your son; blessed he be. His biggest happiness was to send you that gift today; there is his love and respect for you. Your children are men of God and the men of God have pure sentiments. You’ve also had spiritual gifts today because of the blessings from the good entities that visit; in particular from the noble Helena; your dear sister of past lives congratulates you.

314 She had to come; God gave her and all the spiritual brothers/sisters the opportunity. Huge gifts you will have. With these hands, with that mind and with that enormous monitor that Karym sent you; you will do more, you’ll see better knowing where to put the needle; so abundant goodwill flows out clean, clear and effective. Helena says that if with a small screen you did two books, now that you have new eyeglasses; what wont you do? Dear Monserrate you’re so cute; when some spiritual visitor arrives unexpectedly and catches you off guard; you tell Gilda: "You know something?” (Pause) Please forgive the interruption; excuse me. Here is our good Helena. Gilda bring two glasses of water, one for you and another for dear Monserrate. (I went for the glasses of water.) Spirit of Helena: God’s peace is here, now and always. Dear Gilda, little sister, this is my offering (Hers hands upon the little glasses of water.) Here I ask for God’s blessings for your health, peace and tranquility. This water is a tonic with beneficial fluids/energy that will refresh you; giving you happiness and the goodness that comes from Him; also for you dear Monserrate health and peace. For your good mother; that you take such good care of her; you cuddle her, and you love her. Give me your hand, dear sister; I love you very much and you know l respect you and assure you many lovely things in your life. Discard here all impurities; (Hand on another glass of water.) my thoughts of peace and love for Nel, Karym and Antonio. I pause to give thanks to all those souls that come with spiritual gifts for you;

315 they greet you and encourage you to continue with your books. This reminds me of the past; when you took the books like this; (Gesture of carrying large books.) our father bonded them; you designed what you wanted, and they served you very well. For example; once there was an opportunity to teach little ones at the center and you took your materials and made a puzzle for your students; you divided it saying: "We will do this.” A spirit always dedicated to art, to music, to all the positive elements in life. That is your past; it’s in your spiritual strong box, in your file, in your evolution; your soul is noble. Sometimes there are lives that we must endure in order to exceed, to improve, and to heal. Then we become what are called an example or a model of peace, of love and of patience. I have to depart because there is a child that is calling me and he needs me right now.

Spirit of Alberto: Gilda dear; as Helenita says, l came to tell you, that you must continue thinking about your book, "From the Mountains". I see that you’re going to do many things that in time, will reach Puerto Rico. You have the rural musicians in mind, also the poet’s recording, and something more will come along for you in the theater. I am Alberto; congratulating you for everything that you have done and what you’re going to do. God permit, more pretty ideas will sprout so that you may continue doing what makes the ones that love

316 and respect you for your talent; happy. I must leave wishing you health, peace and tranquility; the same for your children and the best for dear Monserrate; God’s compassion and the good souls will alleviate her pain; God bless you and get well. Until always; as you say Gilda. It seems to me that I am going to be Gilda’s collaborator. (Those are prophetic words because besides receiving telepathic messages from Helena and Monserrate, I also receive messages from Alberto.) Protective spirit: Woman of good faith; with substantive ideas filled with God. Do not stop, go on; I assure you that you will do useful things for mankind. You will continue writing; as Helenita says: "You deserve all the good things from our Creator.” She told me of a time in which you both, as little girls shared a life. At first, when I told dear Monserrate; she responded: ¡Oh! It’s like the story of the two girls in Paris,” a novel that she read as a young girl; that impressed her greatly. When the two sisters visited "The Hamptons" Helena remembers that it pleased you to play in the sand near the sea, but at that time you were frightened by the sea; and you ran seeing the high swells. If Helena went out too far; you shouted: "No, no, don’t go any further.” She was a daredevil with the sea; you were fearful. In those days that beach was dangerous, with high swells. She liked to play with the high rippling waves, but you fled. You were also very devoted to the angels; you worshiped the angels and painted the Madonna and the angels; in other incarnations too.

317 Gilda: Was I a spinster? Has Helena said anything? Protective spirit: No; she will tell you. I am going to answer you in part; you had a marriage with a beloved soul; but it was a short marriage; two or three years because the brother had a serious illness and died young; recently married. You loved that soul very, very much. You didn’t have children; you were planning a family. People then planned their lives well. You had a father that was very organized and you listened to him. He always said: "One prepares to have a child; so that when the child arrives you can care for it; and not be too busy.” He was a father that gave very good advice. I brought you this message because the entities are pleased with you. The caricaturist thanks and congratulates you for your precious work; he never imagined that this would occur to him. That you published his drawings it’s a major award for him; he says: "I am thankful; God bless you Gilda.” I repeat little sister; you will have big surprises in life due to your ideas, very yours. I congratulate you for being a good daughter, a good human being; for the mission with your dear mother. I think: “These two souls have lived a great deal in past lives.” Who knows if some day you will receive a great gift; you deserve it for your great faith. You promise and always complete what you begin; you finish. A prayer for all those that suffers today; having lost dear ones and their homes. That are sick; without peace; they suffer and cry. In this moment may God protect and help them.

318 Let’s ask for that; you, and the entities that are here listening. I leave you with fondness. I had been here before; but was not able to speak because my time was up. Thanks to sweet Helena; she told me: “This is your assignment.” You know; we are her associates. When she is very busy and wants to give messages, but isn’t available, she sends her messengers; I feel happy to be her messenger. As dear Monserrate saw; in the foyer to your house in Argentina there was a large flower vase on a table. That plant that you bought yesterday looks so much like a plant that you always had in the entrance. You cared for it! It fascinated you! They’re interesting, incredible things. I must go, because dear Monserrate already gave me her time. Peace. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I saw a spirit pass behind you; spraying you with perfume and saying: "I bless you, bless you.” It left spraying. What a pretty vision!

Monserrate: (Monserrate’s 90th birthday.) I see the spirit of Don Isidro. How are you Don Isidro? Spirit of Don Isidro: How are you? God bless you. I’m happy visiting dear Monserrate and to alleviate, congratulate and to kiss her too; and you also Gilda. Monserrate was a dreamer as a young girl; that’s why she doesn’t carry conflicts in her soul and she wants to think positive.

319 Nor does she want to feel anger, be unfair or let anything bother her. Early in life she had wrapped herself in her own thoughts, in solitude; creating with her imagination. She was thoughtful because she didn’t have the means to write with; but she created her big fantasies; her illusions were to create stories in her mind. She liked real life, truth, authenticity, investigating, observing attentively; she was very curious; involved in everything; in what she heard, the music, poetry and nature; everything that had color. She loved God’s creation. She was the best child judge because what she considered incorrect, she didn’t accept or do. She created her good characters and her stories. While she fell asleep and in bed alone saying: "Now I am going to dream and think about what I am going to be.” They were stories of an innocent, clean minded girl; only she carried them within. God bless her. I’m going to yield my place to my good brother who is here. Spirit of Alberto: I am Alberto. Good morning, Gilda. I also had to tell Monserrate, that I love her. She is pretty and good. She is a coquette elderly lady that I want to adorn with a spiritual kiss on her forehead, in her soul and in her heart; God bless her. How lovely to be ninety years old with clarity; without grudges or falsehoods, without hatreds, with forgiveness for all things past. It was good that you gave her as a gift, a perfume that was popular long ago; the fragrance of God; of another era and of eternal life; a perfume that brings memories of the past and the present.

320 Fragrances of those immense gardens with the scent of lilacs blossoming and of honeysuckles. Gilda, I love you too, and I’m going to help you. Alberto wants to tell you that he loves you very much; that he respects you. You’re a muse for me. Now I must leave because there is someone that wants to greet our dear Monserrate. Spirit of Pura: (Montserrate’s sister; that had crossed over nine months prior.) Oh! Here! ¡Oh here! Gilda: Aunt Pura! You came! You came! You can do it, auntie. Try; tell her, try. God bless you auntie Pura. (Pura had wanted to celebrate her sister’s 90th birthday. She had assured us she would visit for the birthday, but became ill and passed away. Now communicating she had trouble speaking; she made gestures; with a great effort.) Spirit of Pura: My, my, my, my Pete. .... (Crying) Gilda: Peter? Is it you auntie Pura? God bless you auntie. (Her son Peter passed away right after her.) Is Peter helping you? Spirit of Pura: (At first agitated, and then fatigued.) Con, con Congratulations! "Moncha” (Nickname for her sister.) “Moncha" Congratulations! "Moncha.” Gilda: Thank you auntie Pura. You came auntie; as you promised; you came. What a great effort you have made "Congratulations Moncha,” you said. You could speak, you could speak!

321 Spirit of Helena: Congratulations, dear Monserrate. We all love you so much, and we’re grateful. Today I bring you a bouquet of flowers with multicolored ribbons because you’re good and loving. Ninety years of love you have given to the world. God loves you. Let’s make from all our hands, only one hand; a powerful hand. May God illuminate and bless you both. (Giving me her hands) Here, here, take from my hands; take my love, my spiritual prosperity, and my peace for you and your mother; now and always. Monserrate: (Out of trance) Give me your hand Gilda; I’m happy, very happy. My beloved sister visited me. Thank you Father, and thanks to our guides. The peace of God is with Pura and Peter. You know well that Pura came with Peter. I saw her and heard her! First she said: "Moncha" as she called me lovingly; then she said: "Monsita, God bless you.” What a surprise! What a pretty gift; God allowed it. My daughter, I always instilled in you love of life. We all suffer, we all have difficulties, but when we have the happiness to possess an amphitheater full of surprises and spiritual facilities; although it’s not material; it gives you a great deal of love and an impulse to conquer and to go on beyond borders. That gives us sensibility to go on toward our accomplishments and to reach the end with faith; peace and love. We must maintain and take care of it, because we don’t want to lose that subtlety that we feel, which is our goal, our dream; our spiritual alliance with God.

322 Spirit of Professor Jacob: (Near the lake.) Sister Gilda, you are more tranquil today; not so hurried. That’s good, because calmly one does things better; when one break down, it’s a little dangerous; you cannot think or coordinate and one is exposed to falling or slipping. For me calmness is a noticeable symbol I would say; yes, with tranquility you think better, act better; and do not overflow in dangerous anxieties. Tranquility for me is a prayer because you are in peace with yourself. There are moments in which picking up the pace is needed; when wrapped in anxieties, and in the drainage of all types of waters, until reaching the sea; as they say. I am comparing the lake with the ocean; look at the stillness of the lake; as the water flows in the lake it’s an invitation to think. People like you, never feel lonely, there is no solitude for you when you can think and discover beneficial corners where you are able to write, to think, to meditate, to compose, and to do so many things. They are found here by the edge of the road; they are like garden paths sometimes full of trunks and roots; but there, by the side of the road, you find something that inspires you. One must be positive to seek and to find. (My father is a pessimist; he was always depressed) Look the negative human being is unhappy because he has a very sizeable spiritual pessimism. You ask: how can those souls come out of pessimism? I believe that they have to be reborn; unless they’re very capable and determined, and they desire a new direction in their life; changing their habits. Then you can change; all is possible in life.

323 You are able, you can achieve; we only have to pledge it to ourselves, and not have someone tell us. We should seek and recuperate the time lost and be firm in what we want. One must have the capacity to think; that is important in life. That mental capacity removes you from any set pattern, to enter into a new one. You seek the means and resolve; it’s a problem that has a solution, with two results; those souls cover you up with dust, or they perfume you with their essence that is intoxicating. . The great thinkers; the poets, writers and composers are persons that have had their dire moments; dreadful periods in their lives; but they are achievers. One way or another, they have suffered, but they have reinstated their happiness. Now there are many jumping, meaningless songs; but to sing about life in any form with bliss; stillness and mental peace are needed; and to have achieved what you have proposed. Those souls, not all, but many of them, overcame their faults and their suffering. They seek that peace and find it when they write and complete a lovely melody. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Gilda, I can see that spirit that spoke to us; he was a painter. They are spirits that approach us due to affinity; that are very artistic. My daughter, you have many positive elements and in this world you have been able to delight yourself with them. At times you have had to leave them, to discontinue them and go on to something else; but you have enjoyed them. Well, those souls feel an affinity with you, because they are artists at heart.

324 You know that artists always live attuned with their glories, their triumphs, and their failures. This artist looks in his forties and he is called Jacob. He was from Spain, and was a wise soul; soft spoken and kind; a soul that was a professor. Those souls are immaculate for me. Their lives, their mystical souls; emotions, and notable conditions are so beautiful and so profound that they enjoy them when they have the opportunity. Like this good soul that l had never seen before. He has come here with a message of serenity. With his graciousness he came to visit us, to bring us the spiritual freshness of God. It’s a clear afternoon; with an autumn breeze. How pleasant; the breeze feels like a caress. I see the spirit with a collar like a priest, no; he was a theological student he says; then a professor. He was dedicated to doing charity, to preaching; saving souls. Giving them their daily bread, in their mouth; putting it on their plate. He was a realist, serving them spiritual food; food for the soul and for the body. All his life he was dedicated to his mission, to his art and to his mission. Spirit of Alberto: With peace you are prepared to see what is coming your way; that is the honest truth. My soul is like that; I feel tranquil and at peace. In that form life can be pretty, orderly, and without complications. Preparing ourselves to begin a happy journey; that’s what we have to do. There are many wandering souls, full of intrigues that get lost in this world of ingratitude. They are souls that never find their appropriate path. Do you know why? Because they are spiritual drifters.

325 They never once notice the many reflections of God along the path. In their life they have had the misfortune to distant themselves from God. Our Creator is very just; too benevolent to be forgotten. Those souls stumble on everything they encounter on the road; all roads of thorns in their crazy rush. Not thinking that if they stop and look to the edge, or to the side, or behind, there are so many exquisite reflections of God; they have never received or seen, nor have an idea of what is a reflection of God. Spiritual life is similar to material life. We have freedom when we ask for it; to go on a trip, or a walk. They allow us to do it when we deserve it; when we have earned it; all in the life has as they say, a price. In this case; it’s the price of kindness, of sacrifice, respect, duty, patience and knowing how to wait; and there are many other things. When one has earned a stretch; given by that Father to walk, to become agile; it’s like a very extensive appealing therapy filled with Him; and then a stillness, a peace is felt. You achieve so much because you’re thoughts and your soul fly; there is nothing binding us; but you must have earned it.

Spirit of Alberto: (A terrible hurricane season) Good morning sisters. In these surroundings next to this little tree, with the stillness of the lake; we are going to give thanks to God for wanting the best for us, loving us, and protecting us. Gilda, you too; let us pray for the ones that suffer in the entire world.

326 For the ones that have lost it all; their houses, their possessions. They do not have anything; they have lost part of their lives; as they say. Not even having a bed where to rest or a table where to eat; but God does not abandon them. Let us pray for our brothers and sister that suffered during and surviving the storms, hurricanes, the torrential rains, and the floods. For the abandoned children that suffer, for all the needy and tired souls; for the elders that seek relief; for all. My Father, help them. (We prayed.) Helena is by my side, she says: "Tell Gilda, to forgive me; I have been, very, very occupied. Now my primary task is the children. I love them, l lullaby them.” "I go and come often to your home.” "God’s peace is with you.” (Pause) Gilda: Alberto; what was your surname? Spirit of Alberto: Why do you want to know my surname? You are as curious as a little girl Gilda, it’s good though because we always learn. My surname was Paoli. You will be amazed knowing that my last incarnation was in Puerto Rico. Alberto Paoli; like the great tenor Antonio Paoli; those are my father’s roots. He was a landowner in the island; born in Spain; with Italian ancestors; we had relatives in Italy. With that you brought me very deep memories of my father and of my grandfather. They were strong, determined men; I respected them and respect them now very much; those souls are still evolving in the world. Gilda, although sadden by your father; God has given you much; he has given you good children and a great mother.

327 I would call dear Monserrate a goddess in your life; she has always given you support, she has sustained you. There is a spirit here that wants to get closer; "No little brother; you cannot. God bless you. I know that you are sick but you’re going to feel better.” Gilda, you’re a soul with blessings; you’ve done well and of course when you come to the spiritual world you’ll also do well. When dear Monserrate departs, you will feel us and see us; who knows if we will be able to communicate. One must wait for the moment, the perfect moment, to do what is called a great task. It would be a great task if you could receive, communicate and send the message; tell it in a loud voice to the world. It makes me happy to visit here now, because you are peaceful and we had the joy that Helena passed by. We all love and respect her very much; God bless her too. Alberto loves you. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Alberto says that his great-grandfather was born in Naples, Italy; that’s interesting. I want to be a part of everything loved by them; to do many things. They are spirits of light and love, of light and love.

Unknown spirit: If you wake up crying, lift your eyes and look up at the clouds as they move softly; follow their stride. Soon you’ll feel your spirit soaring on to new heights, and then all you will wish, is to be a cloud.

328 (Monserrate suffered painful diabetic neuropathy. She was ready for bed.) Spirit of Helena: In this moment of intimate communion, dear Monserrate, you feel as if you were taking your first steps, and you see a flourishing grassy slope with strong trees, lush foliage and precious paths. You feel fortified in the stillness of the night, when the dense part of life is not felt. In your world human beings live by sheer guts, but when you achieve internal peace and approach God, you’re a good soldier. Scarce are the moments to share; therefore when one is available, you must know how to take advantage of them. Gilda, you are very profound; always engulfing yourself with the situations, and always active, but sometimes God surprises us and what God gives us has advantages and one must seek the logic. You ask yourself: “How can l change this? Do things right, so that the cargo does not fall on us? God knows best, so say: "I am going to fill myself with fresh air and nature.” Ask God for health and peace; a union of hands. God give peace and health to dear Monserrate; lucidity to be able to continue being a good counselor and helping us all. God loves us; our Father gives us beautiful things. Gilda, calm down, take select pauses. Never forget that there are sad encounters with souls and the faults of those souls are forgiven. You’ll say "What a great deal I have changed, what a great deal I have learned. My baskets are full.” The spirit of Alejandro came to greet us with his energy and love.

329 Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Yes, yes, I feel light, elevated; they were carrying me. I want to stretch my arms and move them (Monserrate in bed, raised and stretched her arms.) I have seen them put me in a cushiony bunk bed. To the sides I saw beautiful flowers and I wanted to sleep. The spirits give us strength and simplify our lives. With them there is nothing that we cannot resolve. I feel so well, so well; fortified. My soul is at peace with God; I feel the weightless of life; I’m closer to God. Right now nothing hurts me, I feel strong, free of pain. It’s a very wonderful thing; my thanks Father, Helena, Alejandro and all the souls.

Monserrate: (Near the lake) This gives me vigor, yes; it gives me life and a great deal of peace. Nel my son; I tell you that I feel so much, so much peace, that I believe any day, in the same way, l will go to the other world without being bedridden. I will go as I’ve lived; I’m not going to be bedridden. (She was in bed only thirteen hours.) The peace and the happiness to have lived ninety years; that means that I’m leaving a heavy cargo back here, and departing weightless; traveling very light to the other side. Nothing bothers me. My son, you well know the happiness of being at peace, the joy of being able to think; that two people can live together and each can think in their own way, and be at peace with respect; that is so, so wonderful.

330 I admire Gilda because she was an actress and a radio and television personality, yet she never complains; she says: "I’m doing what pleases me; the time of movies, radio and television; I enjoyed it, but its over.” Now she has other interests; a new world. When she goes into her little room, nobody bothers her, she is tranquil. You have God’s peace my son; you have an immense, large drawer full of appealing things, of charitable acts in this life. You cannot imagine the happiness that you have given to many women that suffered cancer; you can’t imagine. I know that you recognize the good deeds when you give those seminaries for the victims of cancer. You help the ones that listen to you; the patients and the healthy; that is being charitable. Bless you; because you have given a part of your life to serve the world, therefore God rewards you with his peace. You don’t think badly nor do you wish to harm any one. Thank you for loving me, for not forgetting our culture. Our Latin traditions are so pretty; with so many loving details of gratitude and affection; it is said through our music, dances, and in so many other ways. You arrived in New York as a baby and yet never forgot your language or your roots; that makes me happy, and makes you a better soul and human being. When you return to that world of the spirit and are closer to that Father; you will be happy. You’ve been able to retain, to store a big drawer full of positive elements; like loving your neighbor and sharing; it pleases you to give, to converse, to advice, and to help.

331 You’ve aided the elderly, and the young women that go to you for grooming; they enjoy your company, and your advice. You didn’t forget your music, customs, or our food; you didn’t forget your family, your faith, or the spiritist philosophy. Spirit of Helena: I’m Helena, l also love you Nel. How wonderful that you came. It has been so, so long since we spoke last, but l always remembered and thought about you. We never forget; whether you’re there or here, we always remember. I know that every time that you can speak of our spiritual work you do it; and without saying it you reflect what you feel; your faith and love, your great affection for spirituality and for your spiritual brothers/sisters. We also love and respect you, because you have a heart full of love for everyone in general; goodness makes you happy. If in this world there were a few more souls like you, with your faith, and that of the other members of your family that believe; knowing that the good entities are close by, look; the world would be different. Your mother is a believer all her life, Gilda lives spirituality fully; your nephews that are young also love the entities and you embrace God close to your chest with your hands. Nel I am an entity of goodwill that loves you from many past lives. You walk around collecting the ones that suffer; look, I have here a soul that arrived with you, saying: "With him l will leave, because they tell me to go with him.” This soul was sad, sad; he was in pain and said that he was sick; he died of cancer. Cancer is very painful; one suffers a lot.

332 I want him to know that he isn’t going to suffer anymore because he doesn’t have a physical body. He is a soul that came here to be calmed, to be freed and to think positive, to think that he is a fortunate soul that came with you, brother. This entity that you picked up was on the highway: "I am tired of walking and I have a great deal of pain,” he said. But he is going to be well and will be a part of our family; of a great spiritual group that we have here. God bless you Nel, for helping him. You have brought many souls to your mother’s house, to be helped. You collect them with a great facility because of your peace and your kindness; it’s like a magnet. I ask this soul that came sad and sore: "You feel better; is that correct? He answers: "Oh! Yes!” He says: "Nel, thanks, thanks Nel; God bless you.” “I also believe; yes, I believe in God; it was good that I found you, that you gave me a hand; blessings.” His name was José, and he was Latin; they called him Joe. He came from those lands of the south that are suffering; he had a bigger sorrow because he saw his brothers suffer, therefore he was sad. I want him to rest and recover energies, feeling stronger and helping others in his country; God will illuminate him. My mission on this day is to tell you Nel: God bless you and all your family. You don’t know how much your sister loves you; she loves you as if you were a small boy. It pleases me that you came to see this elderly lady. This is our first encounter facing the lake, with the breeze, among trees, in stillness. Look at the water gently flowing.

333 Feel serene, feeling like the water, because it gives you peace. Now look at the water as l look at it; look and you’ll see that it harmonizes and energizes you; do that exercise occasionally where you live, it will fortify you and help you. I come especially to thank you for collecting, storing and bringing those yellow pieces of vintage newspapers of the drawings by Conesa. He is happy that you were able to do what he didn’t do. He drew the caricatures so many years ago, having to work miracles to create them, but you followed his tracks with good thoughts. First you saved and then preserved them; and then left them to shine in a great book. He says: "I’m delighted that the book is in the schools and libraries. It’s going to help many people, the students; young cartoonist that now have so much material to draw with.” Fernando continues saying that in those days it was a little difficult to draw because they didn’t have the technical advancements. He’s happy and gives you his thanks; saying: "My son, thanks for helping me to feel as I do today.” “I am at peace and hopefully upon returning to this world; because I have to return, l will be able to do much good.” “You have a great mother, Monserrate is a good woman; she was a good wife to me; took good care of me. I learned a lot from her; l listened to her spiritually, but I was negligent and even lazy; in the sense that l could have done much more in that life, if l had listened. She helped by reminding me that I was an artist and to continue my career. I thank her so much for that.” Nel, those are his thoughts.

334 "I’m thankful to Gilda and congratulate her,” he continues: "Those Memories of China,” the China material; that you brought her, has possibilities for a book. Nel, you have the vision; it’s a gift; you say: "This is important.” ”With this something worthwhile can be done.” She’s going to do it, and it will bring you much happiness. Think about the history of that album and the sailor in China; you found it among a pile of things, looked at it, and bought it; keeping it for years. Now it’s going to have much more value. You’re going to help her. It’s your doing; those pieces of newspapers in a book are also your work, I respect you; I’ve always thought that the missionaries in life are the ones that seek and find. Upon passing through this world, you have done many noble deeds. Souls that have left your world; sick women with overpowering pain; because cancer is the most terrible illness; they remember your smile, your words, your affection, and your love. God bless you Nel. You need health to continue your good efforts. There are still things left to be done, even with the music that you love so much; you love music. If you sit calmly and think, you can write the lyrics to a song and give it to the world. (Passerby) Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Oh! Nel, how lovely what they told me about you; what the spirits tell me gives me great happiness; but I knew it since you were little, since you were a little boy; Nel, you were good; a special little boy. Many toys pleased you and when I told you: "No, my son that is too expensive,” you said: “That’s fine mommy.” God bless you, my son.

335 Monserrate: (Near the lake) A spirit greets me saying; "Hello, good soul. How are you? In this lovely area one can observe; this is a setting for good thoughts, meditation, and where you can create. Here pretty things come to mind; including many lyrics, a poem, a song, a prayer; when you concentrate, you can stay focused. God spare us from the forecasted hurricane. God give us strength; lucidity. Spirit of Alberto: Dear Monserrate, do not be frightened, do not fear; you have much and good protection. Gilda, you are daring; but do not worry about the elders; all of you will be protected, l assure you. (I had begun to search for Monserrate’s old writings; messages and thoughts from the spirits, with the idea of reviewing and compiling them.) I thing it’s a great idea that you want to classify and save your notes correctly; your good thoughts and portions of your work. That’s very important because at times what escapes us; goes in bits, it flies away in pieces, then it’s difficult to put it together completely as before. Whatever is scattered always lacks some little pieces; all that we learn in life. God be with those passing by (Joggers, families) all of them. Sometimes what surrounds us also has needs; many human beings are in need, lacking resources to find inner peace; everything is complicated within them, becoming entangled; it’s hard, and for some it’s worse than others. God bless them all. Gilda, you’re happy with what you have, with what you do, and with your thoughts.

336 When you finish a small, but complete line, with a good intention it makes you so happy and that is the simplest and greatest thing in life. Spirit of Alberto: I am here to greet you. Alberto speaking. Gilda: ¡Alberto! What happiness; I didn’t know it was you. Spirit of Alberto: I’ve come to ask that Father; that loving God, to protect and take care of you; hoping that you will achieve your goals that are so positive; for the glory and satisfaction of our grand sister and professor Helena; that takes care of all of us. She is very close; nearby, she is strolling around here, near you. Gilda: God bless you. Thank you for so many beautiful messages that you have brought us. Spirit of Alberto: And there will be more to come; our messages are fraternal, so full of God, l would say. (A person walked by. Alberto left.) Gilda: Mom, remember his last name was Paoli. Alberto Paoli was his name in his last incarnation. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) He seems like a fine man; a gentleman. His last name was Paoli? Yes, he gave you his last name. That was a family of artists; all very special souls. They carried in their baggage many positive elements. Those sensible souls sat down to discuss; for them to talk about a project was divine. Each one molded what he felt; without wasting time.

337 What a beautiful afternoon. Here we can remain; closing our eyes, falling asleep, and thinking about God or dreaming about him. "Smiles from other lifetimes; smiles of distant gods; smiles of angels and cherubs; pretty smiles in the warm sunsets from those divine and dear souls.” Those are life’s beautiful souls.” That is a verse that was given to me just now and I remembered your recordings; "Poets of Latin America.”

Spirit of Alberto: Your faith is immense and your patience is unique, Gilda, with goodwill; you’re a shepherdess of the good souls. I am Alberto; God’s peace is here. Thank Him for all the daily blessings that we all receive. God bless dear Monserrate, and give her health, peace and energy. She sensed me this morning; her faculty is wonderful. Gilda, things are reaching you slowly, and they’re going to continue arriving because you’re going to be like an industrious ant and l know that makes you happy. You’ll be delighted with your interests, and your good works. Don’t forget to rest; take care of that body. You’re restless; learn to do things slower, although you like everything fast. "At once” You’re going to open up many bundles of pretty things. Oh! Yes, yes, good news; there will be very lovely wrapped gifts, from the good souls. Thank you for those flowers, for those earthen pots.

338 At times our sister Helenita cannot visit; she is our superior and is always busy; the world needs her. With our love and our blessings we always await her arrival to this home. Praise God and bless our Helena. I saw the "Halloween” plant that you have at your door, besides your cinnamon broom. The souls of goodwill bring so many lovely things; sometimes they are lame and cannot make it; this is something that I tell you indirectly, so that you can understand me. All the positive things that you think will become realities in your life; you will see it. You are a good worker, and have so much strength to achieve, to carry out, you’re tireless; l respect you. Thank you again for the flowers, you cheer us up with them. Sister, when you lived with our dearest Helenita, as you call her; you were always busy doing charity. It enchanted you to give classes to the children, and to the adults. That’s why it moves you so much to help others. You say: "How sad it must be not to be able to read or write.” It’s very sad; it’s a difficult trial to endure. Bless the ones that find the Good Samaritan, the missionary that helps them. I’m happy because you will finish your works and you’ll always have another. What will I do next? God bless that impulse and faith. This is the home of the cinnamon, of the flowers, and the prayers. Helena says: "I will be by soon. I congratulate you sister dear; for you have learned to control yourself; you have listened to me.” We learn in life; the stillness helps, the peace attracts messengers of light. In environments where the multitudes push and shove, wanting to enter through the same door;

339 They are all squashed; therefore for the entities of peace and goodwill it’s difficult to enter. Do you understand? The messengers of light; day to day, seek peace; ask for peace for the world. They ask for meekness, for comprehension, brotherhood, piety. They ask for all those beautiful things that God gives us to share. The world unfortunately has forgotten that God is so immensely benevolent; he’s the redeemer that forgives all, alleviates all, and is the one that gives us the calmness to continue. Our dear Monserrate says: “That beautiful God sends us his blessings.” Thank you Father for your blessings and for favoring me too. Be merciful with those souls that don’t know you, and don’t want to know you; they are entertained with the swaying and the wickedness; forgive them. I am leaving you a bouquet of white flowers; lilacs and green ones; there are also green flowers. Our dear Monserrate prays: "Oh beautiful God; bless the one that hopes to be clothed by you. May he repent his awkwardness, and receive you in a day full of light and sun.” There are blue clouds; I see them that way, although they may be white. It’s a marvelous feeling near the water, the greenery, the trees and the firmament. Free! It’s such a lovely moment; I feel God’s firmness; to be able to continue on the path that He indicates; until reaching his side.

340 Monserrate: (Out of trance and singing.) "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.” “I want to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.” Peace in our souls. We pray for our friend, Aída; l feel her presence here. For Pura, Peter, and Lillian; that loved Karym. For the souls that are nearby; for Alberto, for you sweet Helena; thank you. (Hands upon the glasses of water; magnetizing them) All the goodness of life will remain here; the freshness, the love and the peace of God will remain in this water. Spirit of Helena: Merry Christmas! Let’s put our hands together; we are dear brothers and sisters eternally; before, now and later. God bless you all. Gilda, when you say: "Helena is here!” without seeing me, but sensing me; well l am here. Be happy, because when one learns and has discipline; one is happy. I am also saying this to an entity of goodwill that is greeting us: "Merry Christmas" I will answer: "Merry Christmas,” good brother; with your permission I am going to tell our brothers/sisters here, that l will leave them a message of peace and love from the universe. Oh! That universe is so very large, immense! Gilda, the universe it’s so huge; how marvelous it is! If you could only embrace it with your arms! I leave you, giggles, laughter, and thoughts of goodwill for all. I know that this little brother Nel believes so much in eternal life, as you Gilda, because you are so similar and have great spiritual affinity. That comes from other lives; when you danced in the outdoor plazas. Nel, you have danced a great deal, you have lived for the arts; you are a privileged soul.

341 You love mankind, and you will continue to do charity. You are collecting because you are a very careful soul with appealing details. Nel you are incapable of being ungrateful, bless you. If as a boy you were good, as an old man, even better. I felt joyful when I entered and heard the music; I saw all of you united in a single love; having dinner, happy. Christmas is any day; Christmas is any afternoon; any day is good to love, and to think about Jesus and God; and to be redeemed. Beloved dear Monserrate, a thousand thanks because you love that orchid that Gilda gave you, with love and with joy. In life we must straighten up like that flower; I feel like that; close to God, and as dear Monserrate said: “I want to be part of that little flower." You named it "Helena". Thank you.

All in life will pass sister; as for your father; you are complying with a duty. How wonderful to be able to say: "I have given another, love; I have given care.” Happiness is like a vapor, it’s like incense that spreads throughout the home. I know something about you Gilda; you handle yourself well, because for you there aren’t bad staircases; you descend and you climb them well; with that I am telling you a lot. I am happy, because I saw Nel seeking a small piece of God in that lake; tranquil, observing, without hurrying, relaxed. You too Gilda; when you go there with your mother seeking peace and warmth of God.

342 We have many things to give thanks for. Gilda, I want to give you my hand, it’s very important; let Nel put his hand upon yours because I want to leave in this glass of water a small piece of my love and a blessing from that Father so that He gives you both, peace and health; and many pretty experiences in life. It’s beautiful when one thinks about those good souls that accompany us; all that goes in here. May there be freshness in your homes; let the dust and what’s useless leave; all the bad thoughts, the pain, the sorrow goes in this other glass of water; now throw it away. (I did it.) For my brothers and sisters; love and progress eternally. I love you all very much. Nel, this soul sings with you to love and to God; how beautiful. He came with you. Unknown spirit: I am going to tell you my name, and what a coincidence, recently another soul came to you, sister, with my name; I also call myself Gabriel. I sing with you Nel; love and peace. Put again your hands, upon dear Monserrate’s hands because this is a spiritual union of clean hands for the world. Don’t let anybody throw stones at you; these hands are free of wickedness; in the name of God. Now little brothers, Gabriel says good-bye to you. I wish you a Happy, Happy New Year. Spirit of Helena: I will tell you a story about the orchids that grow upright; that I loved; because I loved orchids, but; it wasn’t in this country; in a previous life in Argentina. We had a small greenhouse; a small refuge for the orchids, those heavenly blue orchids; so very precious.

343 Today I am not able to do more; but I tell dear Monserrate to continue to be happy and a good person as she is; that wherever she enters, she leaves happy, happy as a great lady that says: "I am not tired; but willing to continue with strength and with a great deal of love.” Thank you, Gilda, for taking care of this elderly lady, and to you Nel, for coming to see her; you don’t know her happiness when she sees you. Gilda, you haven’t finished yet; no matter how; your work will spread throughout the world. You learned and graduated; and what you know is for the world. God illuminate you all. I will tell you as you say: “Until always.” Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Oh! You don’t know what the good souls have placed here! A very large Christmas tree; a white spiritual beautiful tree! With lots of brilliant lights! Beautiful! I also saw white hands, like a fairy that placed a hand on Nel’s shoulder and on you Gilda.

■ Spirit of Alberto: Peace and love, dear sister. An entity here says: "There are vines and earrings and there are jelled petals to write a song.” Music pleases me so very much; music and the history of the musicians. Musically in a montage; you are able to offer your work to the world; with their golden feet and their silver slippers. From the placid spring, revive your strength to expand their musical horizon; that 344 you’re going to give to the world with your project. They come from the mountains; with their banners; they come with their musical prayers. They come with their complaints that you are going to help sooth; they come with their loves and their disillusions. They arrive eagerly and happily, dressed to receive God; they come with hope because they wear God’s loving attire; they have expected from God and our Father has been merciful to them. Someday they will be able to return to this planet with a great spiritual serenade of peace and love. They will return to play, and give more music to the world. They are souls that have left sad; that have suffered the pains of illnesses, failures, and rejections; good musical souls that have loved all the instruments. On this day may the peace of God reign in you dear ones, in us, in the universe; in all our family and in our dear friends. Sincerely with all my heart I ask our dear Father, as Monserrate does: “Dear Father.” (Pointing up with her finger) I have learned to point my finger up, like she does. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Gilda, l saw me walking in slow motion; almost floating. I believe that l was walking on the lower slopes of a hill; near an enormous mountain, and nearby there was a stream. I heard beautiful music; very subtle. How beautiful it was! I realized that l was listening to a celestial prayer; the prayer of the musicians! It’s their spiritual serenade! I thought: "How lovely" "It is a prayer to God.” I thought: “Thus it will be when I depart; l will also leave happily,

345 without being a musician; thus l will leave joyfully and well-disposed. May God forgive me, and give me that eagerness to reach Him, soon; soon, very soon.” (She left six weeks later.) Dearest daughter; last night when I went to bed, l was short of breath; I raised my head searching for air. My mouth and throat were dry; I felt as if l didn’t have enough oxygen; I didn’t tell you, but l was frightened. When I raised myself, I feared not being able to breathe; and I was scared. I settled down and said: "No, God you will give me your oxygen, like that soul says: “God’s oxygen is white and pure.” Finally I reclined, and as l began to fall asleep; l felt that they were giving me water with a dropper; that they were giving me a special medicine that cooled me down. You know that my mouth is always dry due to the many medicines; but when they gave me that special medicine l felt coolness in my mouth; it was icy. Oh! Then I fell asleep peacefully; thank you dear God.

Spirit of Alberto: When you are at peace, you feel it; you feel the love, knowing that what surrounds us is God’s magnificent wisdom. There is life in those trees over there, in the little birds; even in the clouds; in that clear blue and white sky. In the stillness of this spot, look, there is so much, so much of God here that we can fill our hands, arms, and souls; and still there are residuals to amass and to achieve more. It is a symbol of God’s wisdom to refresh our minds, souls,

346 physical and spiritual bodies; giving us health; so as to illuminate and to situate us; quiet and hopeful; full of peace and love; with faith, hope and charity; thus able to accomplish many things for the world; able to elaborate and to continue with our principles, and good acts; it is like an illuminated path blessed by our Creator. It is the first week of the New Year and the beginning of a joyful and happy era; for the souls that know how to appreciate and bless God. It is sort of a spiritual prize that was given to us; that our house can be despoiled of all impurities, of all negative reflections. That the reflections that come to this home be of divine light, with a message from our Father; from the pretty God as dear Monserrate says. We’re despoiling each room and environment; may all negativity leave through each spiritual window, and each door; free us from parasites, free us from insect bites, free us from unhappiness; bringing us peace. May we feel spiritual ecstasy, like the one Karym felt near the coconut palms on the isolated beach; a spiritual ecstasy that invades your soul and sentiments making us better souls. Good things are coming for you Gilda. Do you know why? It is not a coincidence; it’s that you desire it; you’re going to prepare for that. Listen, that good soul, Helena; and all those other entities that visit here; Luz, dear Monserrate’s main guide and all the rest, know that you are neither tedious nor lazy. You are hard working, therefore all those books that you are doing; about meditations, or your other loves, with so much inspiration; are going to get out there.

347 That children’s story about little ducks inspired here, in this natural environment; is very pretty, it will reach the children; well received it will be. (It was) Whatever happens in the future; that recording of the poems that you are thinking of doing, will also be well received; because you’re going to give love to that soul that left; (C.Lair.) giving her immense joy. You’re going to accomplish everything that you have in mind, because you are going to want it, and do it, with your peace and you’re calmness. There is always hope for all the souls of the world. (A jogger) Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Who was speaking? I don’t know; at times pretty messages come from entities that are not identifiable and they don’t give their name; but sooner or later they say. You must know that a spirit that speaks with peace, serenity and enthusiasm is very close to Helena. Gilda: Alberto! Spirit of Helena: That’s it! You don’t even have to ask; he is the eternal companion of your life. That is very precious sister; and to have him arrive in your life! You should feel happy; so joyful for that; I can’t even find the right word; it’s like a prayer when a love, affection, a respect, lasts for epochs, for always. Gilda: For centuries. Spirit of Helena; For centuries and centuries; that is so; not for an era, it’s for all eternity. That’s why I told you. You still have many things to do little sister; organize yourself.

348 You still have some more time to dance your dance; how lovely it is, and you are going to enjoy it. When dear Monserrate departs you have to always think: "I fulfilled my duty with my dear mother. I gave her all that l could, without lacking anything; respect, affection, care, and all my spiritual bliss.” When she leaves continue with your duty; go ahead with your pretty cargo up the slope; with your inspiration and your prayers. Do not let anybody; nobody; obscure your life. Do you understand? There are many things that you still have to learn Gilda; you’ve had to work so hard to achieve certain things. What you have, enjoy it in peace. Don’t let anybody eclipse you or drag you by your shoulder. I want you to understand me; and you will feel victorious; that you were able to jump into your raft and continue on. You are an orderly soul, with discipline, and with desires. I always say: "It is the eternal bliss of the artist that never wants to leave his or her art,” “Always wanting to carry it on the shoulders.” God bless you good soul; may God’s peace be here with everyone. Receive this, which is bliss; yes it is bliss; with a divine serenade from God with tranquility, sun, peace, gladness and eternal love. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Were you recording? Gilda: Yes, everything.

349 Spirit of Alberto: It is not only to achieve things in life; it’s to be satisfied and happy with what has been achieved. Maybe you don’t see the fruit now; but you know that the fruit is there and you know that it’s ripening and the other one is on the way; that is the greatest satisfaction for a human being, because you see that it’s there prepared to take its course. Gilda, you haven’t failed with any project; you achieve things by having a good purpose, discipline, and positive thoughts. It’s the reality of your feelings without stopping, because that gives you satisfaction, and it’s there; seasoned, rinsed, revised, and ready to follow its course in life. Not everyone has those privileges; it’s definitely a privilege because there are many failures in the world. Many that try but they are not achievers; you have special spiritual aid; the good souls help you. What you think you achieve because of your undertaking and by the divine aid. You are poor and rich; a very precious thing; with little or with much, you’re happy with what you have, without complaining; you are a grateful soul, a soul that does not cave in; you adapt and resign yourself to what you have; to what there is. You don’t fret about having or not having. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) God; have compassion with the entire world. Gilda, in this city you don’t know how many suffer; many cry at this moment. Oh! In so many countries there is a great deal of pain. Sweet Helena is here. Spirit of Helena: Little sister, remember that I’ve also dared; because l respect and love our Omnipotent Creator;

350 Infinite, Merciful and Protective Father; ask him for help for you both and your children. Gilda how lovely it is to learn to love in life; thank you for loving me; for sharing your kindness with me; thank you dear sister. I remember that in our past life you were so concerned about me: "Helena, please do not; don’t forget your afternoon snack.” I will never forget that; you worried about me. "Look, here is yours and mine.” You always had a great deal of respect; it has always being so pronounced in you; respect and family devotion. So I always told you: "You are the best teacher, because you are demanding.” God bless this room where you found shelter from the strong hurricane; dear Monserrate felt the whirlwind trembling noise from the swirl of the air. Gilda: Helena, thank God and all of you for the protection. Thank you for sending Alberto. Spirit of Helena: Thank you for being fond of him. My dear Alberto was a counselor and a teacher. Gilda you loved Alberto; we don’t have much time to speak; but yes, you loved him and he loved you. It was a lovely romance. Alberto played the guitar and you listened attentively; he pleased you with love songs. That’s why he comes here with so much affection. Are you aware that sometimes you ask and seek him; with a special feeling for him? He came into your life with me, to support you. It was a very special love that he felt for you. He was a grateful soul that passed away young. His specialty was music and psychology.

351 Whenever you feel down, sad or gloomy; think about Alberto. He was so good; l loved him like a brother. I would say "What song do you have for me today? He took his guitar and sung; and it was so pretty. He also painted as you did; you had many things in common; so many dreams. He was a perfect companion that you loved; and he loved you. He was also a great professor. (Interruption)

Monserrate: (Near the lake) Alberto says that this location looks a little like his birthplace in a previous life; it was a little town in the north of Spain, near San Sebastian. In that life, Gilda, you knew each other since childhood; both were from the same town. He studied art, and you studied art and dressmaking. (In my present life I studied art and fashion illustration.) I picture him, a Mediterranean type; black eyes and hair, agile, tall and good looking. Upon graduating, he went to Barcelona with a scholarship to continue his art studies. Later on, returning to his town he expected to see you, but didn’t; because Gilda, you were audacious and had left for America. Alberto loved art; he was a caricaturist and greatly enjoyed drawing children. He says that in the faces of the children, he saw God. (I paint the same subjects.) Spirit of Alberto: It’s so pleasant to be outdoors; the breeze caresses us and the sun warms us; only by looking and perceiving; one is entranced.

352 We become seagulls, we feel like doves; it’s an emotion called freedom. Here you feel liberated; not concerned with time or tasks; this is the way these exercises should be done, to be able to say: "I’m going out to engulf myself with nature; with everything that surrounds me.” Don’t be restless you know that you have good friends; that we come to visit you. Don’t let a fly disturb you; you have the secure means to swat it. Help yourself and God will help you. Don’t lose your serenity, because you loose the ability to think and to handle matters; one must be the owner of our emotions; in storms and in serenity; one must learn to deal with those situations. In life we often stumble. Who threw the stone? We don’t know, but it’s there; we don’t see it at the moment, but we slip and fall. Why fall? No. If we trip up, we regain our equilibrium, get a hold of ourselves and continue forward. There are many factors in life that must be analyzed; sometimes our eyes are covered, our mind is tired, or maybe we’re confused; all that impedes us from reasoning. (Joggers interrupted.) In life one must stop to think. You gathered your ideas and converted them into books with your own interviews. You wrote a small book about a good soul that left her mark in music; another, a history book with plenty of motivation to reach the world. You achieved it; and still there are more things coming for you. It’s the means to reach the world, and you are going to take advantage of it; as with the radio programs; it’s the best way to reach the masses. In a previous life; l liked to draw cartoons; that was my first love, drawing.

353 I had the great joy to work in a paper in my small town; I was the official cartoonist of that town; that’s life. I began with the story of a little horse. All cartoonist have something in their life to draw; a special theme. This was a little horse; a gift from my grandfather when l was a child. The horsey was funny and I was clumsy; at times we both fell. I drew cartoons with clean humor; I did it affirming: "Never, ever, am l going to leave this.” I travelled and did other things; I also taught; all that I accomplished and enjoyed; therefore I congratulate you for your publication of the vintage cartoons. You are a soul that loves the arts. Who was going to say you that you were going to respect photography? Thus, one never says: "I will not do this.” It can be that it comes into your life, as a gift. (Passerby) I love to visit here; it reminds me of my small village; that later I left for the city. This architecture is similar; so it gives me nostalgia and delight. You will always remember this spot, with dear Monserrate. There are sites in one’s life that are never forgotten; many years will pass and you can’t forget because it’s deeply ingrained in your soul. Gilda, you are a featherlike soul; don’t lose your attitude of goodness. You’ve learned and still have much to learn, because there are many bats in life that present themselves spilling foam from the mouth. One has to learn the art of watching out for those human beings that are born and go the same way; unfortunately. Souls that come with the wrong ideas from other lives and no matter how much their helped; they don’t learn, because they insist; they insist in repeating what doesn’t agree with them.

354 Don’t worry; I have told you that the entities have large offerings for you. You’re going to do many good, immaculate things, without blots or spots; what will be yours are white, white; there are many things that some day we will speak about. I always ask God to help our good Helenita as dear Monserrate calls her; so she may clear your path of bats. The bats are birds that do damages in the darkness; and there are many with double peaks. The most important thing in our lives is to be able to clean our paths; saying: "If this brings weeds to my flowery garden, l don’t want it. “It’s best; you crush it with goodness, realizing that nothing or no one can swerve you from your straight line. Helena is approaching: "With your permission Alberto.” Granted, good soul; our spiritual schools are the same; our feelings, friends and companions are identical. It’s wonderful to have peace; it’s so lovely to love. Spirit of Helena: Thank you Alberto. Dear sister, it was so good that I was able to greet you by telephone, while you travelled. Those are the wonders that occur with the aid of God, and the present technology. I’m happy. Tell Karym, that his messenger doves bring blessings in their beaks. He deserves it because of his noble soul. (Interruption)

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Monserrate: (Near the lake) A spirit arrived singing with you, Nel. My son, the happiness that you give many souls is valuable; they approach you. This one doesn’t say where he came from, but says that he visits you in the salon. Now he is telling me in my ear that it saddens him when you have pain in your legs; that he tries to help you. The people that visit your shop love you; to them when you enter; it’s as if you sprayed perfume; bringing them tranquility; it’s something pleasant that you carry around with you. As your mother; that makes me so glad because you have been able to help mankind; that is bliss that God has given you. Many have listened to your conferences, and have learned from you, and that, makes me happy. I cannot last much longer; because I am ninety years old, and my body is wounded by the years, and the illnesses; but it gives me joy, that you and Gilda have been benevolent to many in this world. Nel, it pleases your sister so much to come to this spot; she leaves the stress behind with the tranquility and the stillness here; yes, here she is despoiled; It’s so wonderful to do that occasionally. This other soul, that is nearby says to you: "When you’re in the house; I like to gaze at the lake next to your house.” Peace and love for you elderly soul; the spirit left in peace. Nel, is the balcony facing the lake; in your new house? Nel: Yes, the lake is next to the house.

356 Monserrate: Yes, yes; I see it that way. That spirit likes to observe the lake, from there. My son, there are so many people afraid of dying. Death is a step to liberation, to rebirth. So many extraordinary things occur at that moment of transition, that at times it’s startling; you see so much. When you depart, momentarily you see beyond and it can be confusing; but then you see a light; and to the believer, the one that has faith knows that it’s another step to life; to a real life, to the lovely life, the eternal life; it’s a rebirth. One must live happily, because according to the way that you live; as you are, thus you die; and thus you continue living. You can go on doing good deeds in eternity. Look at those spiritual entities of goodwill that have always come to greet us; giving us good advice. They have always done great charity in the world and they continue living accordingly in their spiritual life. They come, help, and refresh us; giving us happiness, bringing us health; those are so many gifts, my son. Here facing this lake, I bless you; may there always be peace in you, in your heart; and a joy to live as a good spiritist, as a believer. I bless you and give thanks to God for giving me two good children; I will depart cheerfully to the other world, because you’re my children; that is the greatest happiness that I’ve had in my life, that Gilda and you, are my children. Guess who went by; now? Nel: Bobbi? Bobbi! I felt that she was around here.

357 Monserrate: Yes, I saw her earlier; when we were in my dormitory. She comes around with the good souls. "I’m very fond of you.” I hear her saying that you were a delight in her life; that she enjoyed your friendship and your affection very much. She didn’t imagine that she would leave so soon; she would have liked to finish what she began; something that she didn’t complete. "I learned many things from you; perhaps l acquired your peace, because you were always so well-mannered.” She congratulates you, and says: "Nel, my eternal love will be for you; good brother.” Bobbi is saying: "Nel, what I had in life, was heavy because it was all material.” “I learned from you, that there is something else behind the word “live,” as you know it. I left with the happiness of your acquaintance. Now that I have the pleasure to greet you, I can tell you: Nel, I’ll always love you. Your friendship for me is, and has been a blessing; God bless you.” Various souls have been able to come here today; because now I have seen the spirit of my sister Pura that tells me: "Moncha, God bless you and your children.” Dear sister Pura; I’m happy to know that you’re not in pain (She died of cancer.) That l see you satisfied and happy; that you didn’t suffer for too long and that your son is with you. God bless you. God will care for you Purina and Peter. (Pause) Yes; this is "Nelo,” as you called him lovingly. She calls you: "Nelo.” We love you very much Pura, God bless you. I often think about how Pura left; and now she comes here in spirit; that’s the way life is.

358 Sometimes I can’t believe that Peter (Pura’s young son; also died of cancer; six months after his mother.) He left so quickly after his mother. I’m glad that she didn’t see him suffer; because he did suffer a great deal of pain; that illness is terrible. Sister Pura, you were so good to me and to my grandchildren. You came from so far to help me take care of Gilda’s little boys. Thanks, thank you for your kindness and for visiting us. We must tell Gilda, that her auntie came to visit. God bless you.

Spirit of Helena: Traveling with God’s permission, lucky me; l observed one of the nearby beaches that I passed by; and was fascinated by what looked like sea laces that come in within the waves. The sea agitates, arches, dances and weaves those precious laces. Observing them, I though: "Praise God; that with that blessing he gives to those waves in the sea may he bless all the children and families of the world.” I arrived a while ago; when the girl from NY called, and brother Peter was also listening. He is a good soul that now smiles; although he arrived sad because he is concerned by Roberta’s grief. (Peter’s girlfriend.) He prays to God that somebody comes into her life to love her. Peter says: "Dear cousin Gilda, you understand me well. My beloved cousin Gilda, the actress; I always respected you. I’ve come to tell auntie Monsita, that l love her. May God grant her health and may she feel better, because I know that she’s going to remain here a little longer with you, Gilda. She still has some little things to do and

359 to put in order.” Peter continues: “I’m glad that you went to New York; my auntie was happy. That visit to Manhattan was a very lovely spiritual mission; seeking the roots of yesteryear; you had the great opportunity and achieved it. My visit here is also going to help me, to seek my roots from past lives; and to attach myself to them.” I wanted to take advantage of a pleasant environment to help a soul in the distance who is lonely; she suffered and feels grief; and she should be encouraged.” “I wanted to feel the happiness that Roberta felt when auntie spoke of me and of our spiritual past. What joy l had listening to it! Thank you.” Little brother Peter said all that. Gilda, I repeat that spiritual matters are very beautiful. Peter couldn’t speak directly, because it’s too soon for him. May God illuminate him, and his mother. He suffered very much; but God gives us prizes, when we suffer much pain and we depart injured. Pain and illness make us at times; think profoundly. Poor young man; in his last weeks and days he thought. "I could have done many things.” If he returns, tell him: "Good soul, you’re going to take advantage of your time now; and you will try to achieve many positive things, for your future.” Peter, you left quickly after your mother; the affection for each other was very special; it’s a love from other lifetimes. In time I am going to tell you why those two souls came together now; and left together. God works miracles. Gilda, the good entities approach you; look, now you have so close to you; our good brother Alberto that is greeting us; God bless him.

360 You have flowers dedicated to us; you have a yearning to live, and a desire to do many things. Your will is so strong and so determined; with lovely spiritual energies. Dear Monserrate worries about you and wants to give you a hand; but I tell her "You’ve helped her enough, Monserrate.” God will give Gilda health; because she isn’t going to abandon you. Little sister, you’re a dutiful soul; that’s what you have most within you; you have never been an ingrate. Oh! I have to speak about NY. There’s much to speak about that trip. I have to tell Karym; God bless him; that he’s my pretty cherub; he is so kind. It was another lovely tour; a precious walk in Manhattan. (We did a short second visit to Five Points.) I was near you; God gave me the opportunity. I saw that neighborhood as always, full of people; it was always crowded but our parents made our own safe place; our palace, our house so private. It was blessed, orderly, and there was discipline; I learned so very much in that existence. The entrance was there; you arrived exactly where we would enter the building. Many days we strolled happily nearby; sometimes sad and at times anguished; but there were more happy days, than sad ones; it was a prayer for us. You were always so attentive; pleasing and helping me. I understand; that it bothers you to be shoved around; but sometimes we have to remain silent. I remember people worked and studied; they were active. There were also delinquents; there’s always a few; but they stayed in their own parlors, to drink and such. People worked hard to earn their daily bread.

361 It was a place of much activity in those days; but there was also intrigue. The residents that loved God and life; were fortunate human beings that survived; but in that neighborhood; patience and much caution were needed; you had to watch your step. We helped the children; there were good children, good parents and dedicated teachers. It wasn’t a totally bad ghetto, as it’s depicted. No, many hard working, good souls lived there; in spite of the poverty. We were injected with big healthy passions; with vigor to go on propagating and circulated pamphlets with lessons and positive thoughts. We bought loose pages; adorning them and always carrying them in large bags; we sure carried a lot. There were many handmade things; due to the great needs; we were all advanced in curiosity, very ingenious, avid to learn; therefore the inventions lasted; I am satisfied because they remained. We were happy. I have so many gifts for you all; for Antonito and for Nel; whose peace is like a light puff. I’m making satin ribbons to tie from one side to the other; with all my love, all my good thoughts. It’s a blossoming arch of cushiony fluffy things. The story of the little ducks makes me laugh; the book will reach the children.

362 Monserrate: With the permission and the aid of God; the spirits perform miracles. They give us so much love, energy, and health; loving us so much. There are so many emotions that I’m feeling here now; and l pass them on to you. Nel, when you are with your music you’re a bird singing cheerfully; to experience that is a very precious thing in life; to Gilda l say the same. When I depart and she misses me; she should say: "Mother, here goes a thought of faith for you." I wish to see her active; doing, moving about. God’s going to give her health, to be young at heart and soul. I always felt that, within me Nel; since l was a little girl; l felt the joy to live and I thank God. I know that we all suffer, we have bad moments at times; but we survive, and that is the bottom line. When presented with those gifts, one has to glorify God. There is something that moves us; something inside us. When we go to the other side; then we can say: "l am smiling because I want to do over here, more than what I did there.” Gilda, when you go beyond, you’ll say: "I come here with happiness for what I’ve done.” She has done so much good for the world; you too Nel. It’s the happiness to survive and to accomplish. "To want to do, and to be able to do.” Important words for the souls. It doesn’t matter how you do it; but with God, and the good entities, you achieve it. I pray for you both. May God give you the sublime faith always Gilda, to be a splendid actress, author; ambassador of goodwill; and to all the good souls that dedicated their lives to the theater, to dance, to music, to literature; God bless them all.

363 Nel, may you go to the other world with a tune, in a song. Do you know what that is? You close your eyes and say: "I have finished my journey, and l am happy, happy.” The entities are near me. "Thanks Nel,” Helena, says; "For the white carnations.” God throws us a tunic, therefore we feel happy and rejoice together; prepared to continue with our missions. Gilda, your life is in part in NY, and I will tell you more; half here, half there; you can divide it; many things are coming true. "Blessed be New York.” I love the city, the life of the artist. Nel, here you have a safe haven, and two safe havens; wherever your sister is, you fit in. You are going to have two residences. How? Don’t ask me; l don’t know. Spirit of Helena: Good morning brothers. What dear Monserrate is saying is lovely; yes, to be able to bury the negative and be positive in life. Wanting to sing, to dance, write, act, recite, wrapped up in poetry; thus you never feel unhappy or bored. There is always thread to sew; don’t you think? I’m leaving you a piece of laughter, of my love, and of my spiritual life; yes my love; it’s lovely to love. May God inundate you with blessings. How beautiful it is to have an artistic soul. Some time ago; I, like you; sung, danced and acted. Some day I must tell you more about that lovely incarnation that l had. Who was going to tell you Nel, that you were there in that lifetime, a long time ago; when you lost your leg. It was so powerful the frenzy in you that you decided to teach; you were the professor; l was around there also.

364 I have a message for Karym; may God give him the beautiful spiritual frenzy to live. Nel, always think about this: "Frenzy of the soul,” it means the extreme joy to live spiritually. Dear Monserrate asks: “When I return; will my children come back with me?” My answer to dear Monserrate is: I believe so; positively yes; they will return with you. I also believe that it will be a pretty period for you all; perhaps the final one, and then on, continuing to do beautiful things in space. This sister Monserrate returns to complete a mission; you too. Nel, many love you. I feel cheerful because it’s wonderful to be loved that way; they love you for your chivalry, your manner, your style, for the peace that you radiate; for your rapture. Gilda remember "Frenzy and spiritual rapture.” Nel was always like that; also you Gilda. Blessed be your children; two honest men, that love, respect and thank you. "My mother was my mother and my father,” they say; you must be proud as a mother; that has made you stronger. Nel is receiving spiritual messages; they are given to him smoothly, as to all that mix positive spiritual ingredients; they graduate. Nel brings something with him from other lives; that is what l want you to learn Gilda, because I give it to you as a gift; remember to forgive. Don’t suffer aggravations or anguish; it’s like dear Monserrate says: "This too will pass.” Karym thinks when “Lela” (Monserrate) departs; l want my mother near me; although he doesn’t want his “Lela” to leave him; he doesn’t even want to think about it.

365 He loves this elderly lady so very much; with a tremendous respect. I also love her, we all love her, but we must all depart; we come and go. We have to leave our luggage and go on like little birds. We have enjoyed this morning. Those flowers with their little branches; look like from outer space. You see those tiny flowers: (Baby breath) Just like that, we in space; see the fog, and life; like small white flowers; how beautiful.

Spirit of Helena: (In bed) Now we will all do, an “Our Father” for all our spiritual brothers/sisters (We prayed) How happy I am Gilda; I see in your life so much happiness; many rose petals, many golden spiritual broaches; I want to continue cooperating. Tell Karym that I came to wish him a happy birthday for tomorrow. That now I see him like a new born baby; quiet and happy, but what a huge laugh that pretty boy is going to have; God bless him. You know that my visits are short when I am busy with the very important matters of my children with cancer. Dear Monserrate’s eyes are better; God saved them. May she use them for a long time. I entered and felt God’s freshness; peace and happiness. Thank you for the pretty flowers, and I leave you a spiritual lily; like a soul said: jelled rose petals. May this lily also be jelled, so that you can carry your poems to many hearts; until always.

366 Monserrate: (Out of trance.) When I depart it’s like when a tree dies in your garden; other flowers and other trees will be born. I do not know if l have much time left. How much can a body endure? (Looking to the side of the bed) Once in a while; entities with happy notes and pretty affections approach me. Gilda: What did you see? Monserrate: I saw two girls and a boy; about six or seven years old. They approached my bed and smiled. I said with my thoughts: "Who are you? Why are you here?" The three answered me in unison. "We came to greet you.” They were pretty, pretty children. (She fell asleep.)

Spirit of Manuela: There is peace and tranquility here. Sister, you have the faith, the enthusiasm and you are a hard worker. You like to finish your projects, but you need a little bit of time, a little bit of funds and a little help, and you are going to have it; I am sure of that. I was passing by and stopped over. I have a very familiar and very pretty name; it’s Manuela, l am Manuela; like the boy Jesus, the boy Emmanuel. I don’t know what caught my attention to stop. You came from the street a little pensive; asking yourself; and admit this: "How far has my ability reached?” “How far?” Because a lady by the mailbox recognized you as an announcer that she had admired.

367 But she was not sure, and you didn’t acknowledge and walked away. She left asking "Is it she?" I passed by and saw it all. Sister, l was seeking a company because; today l was given a task. I got a message that said: "We’re going to assign you this task; take a good look; we’ll see if you can do it.” You know what I was doing? I went up and down that wide avenue looking for the place; back and forth a couple of times; saying to myself: “I’m going to go in here,” because it seemed to me that the person that I was looking for; that it was you; would like to live in this place. I entered and it pleased me. I thought: "She should be here.” I got to the middle of the road, and returned; and then directed myself towards the mailbox and there you were. I saw you when you arrived: "There is Gilda.” Do you know what a “Santiguo is?” (Sign of the cross) “Santiguarte” (Healing by blessing.) Do you know what it is? First the sign of the cross; and then you do like this; (Giving passes with the hands on Monserrate’s legs.) in the name of the Father, of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen. You can ask for help from that brother that crossed over recently; he did it. (Pious Carlos Manuel) The good souls saturate us. May they help you with their energy; let them use your energy and your faith; in the name of God, and of Jesus. Smoothly, smoothly; you should feel your hands hot with the energy; hands down, up, and sideways. Slowly, with your hands; do not put pressure. That massage helped her last night; it helped to relieve the pain.

368 We always ask for God’s help; because that merciful God alleviates us; takes away our pains. I’m here with you, helping you Gilda. God’s peace is here. I want to take away your mothers pain. When we are finished; place your hand upon the glass of water; and say: "In the name of God, and the good souls, I pray this water will be a relief for your illness, mother." “May this water be a balm for your illness; that all those good and pretty elements that are nearby may help you; Amen.” I am thankful because I entered your house; I’m here with you, l didn’t get lost. Thanks to Luz, her guide; to Henrietta, Isidro, and the sweet Helena; she’s always close; the soul that calls on God and gets to know Him because he knows how to call; is justified. Gilda, you’ve plenty to do, and you will achieve it because you’re a laborer in God’s vineyard. I observe you, so hard working and affectionate. Like sweet Helena says; “Don’t dismay,” all will be fine with the help of God. Don’t worry about dear Monserrate’s departure; she still has a bit of time left to remain with you; but when this happens, we will accompany her. I came to tell you Gilda, that day by day more entities love you. You have been charitable with me Gilda, as I with you; we have shared an act of God. I was disbanded and you were extremely concerned about your mother; about so many things. "Throw away the stress,” says Helena. The doors will open for you; let the fresh air in. Hopefully you will breathe much better, Monserrate. It has been good speaking with you for a little while.

369 You well know that in life one must struggle. Stay calm; prepare your projects, expecting the right moment and you will be ready. I have a word of advice; when you worked in communications you were very organized, but had a method of doing everything rather quickly; because you had to do it; but now you must do things slower and you will see better results. When I entered this house; I saw another entity of goodwill, by the door; he didn’t say anything and I didn’t dare speak, respecting his silence; but it seems like this brother also wanted to enter your house. Now upon leaving I will speak to him, if God gives me the opportunity; I’ll tell him: "Brother, I’m glad that you’re here, because here they open the door to every one that arrives filled with God.” “Enter with peace and love.” I come from New York; I know your work on the radio, Gilda. If I’m around here I owe it to Helena that helped me with her benevolence. I was rather sick but she encouraged me; assisted me. Helena is a good missionary; because of her and her group of souls of goodwill, I was able to find our lovely God; a very beautiful phrase used by dear Monserrate. I am pleased to be here; and I want to learn to pick roses and seeds; seeds that give good fruits. I’m going to learn a lot with you. You have at little office over there; I like it. You’re going to have time to organize yourself; everything comes in time. I want to leave you a loving thought. Give me your hand, sister; I will tell you a phrase that you used often; very noble and pretty; from very deep within your heart: "Until always.”

370 Happily l fulfilled my mission, and I am leaving a thought filled with love and peace for your children and your brother. May God give me the faculty to continue always on the right path.

Monserrate: (Out of trance) Somnolent breeze like a bird’s tune. It’s lovely to be in the forest among lush trees; feeling protected. It’s a sort of peace, a disregard, and a languishing hope; thinking; "I feel so well!” In that passive moment of sleepy wellbeing l feel refreshed. The overgrowth of grass is agitated with the wind. Those beautiful, copious, high, and strong trees seem to sleep with the twilight. You hear a trumpet, and wish to dance with the trees, because they have their autumn carnival celebration and they paint their faces with colors. Then, upon approaching that bubbling fountain, that l call life; l know that my daily state of mind depends on me, and l feel at that crepuscular moment that I’m receiving, despoiling peace; energy and reconciliation with myself. It’s a detachment from everything that ties me down. I am really kissing those blessings from God that are strong posts; that are clasps; hooked to something high. There are many hoops of a thousand colors, with ribbons in baskets. I believe that they’re affections from years past that revitalized to love; with violins well tuned, in a corridor of fondness; that has a divine harp that l call heart.

371 Monserrate: The Karran of New Orleáns had a mansion with a very comfortable, extensive kitchen and a large living room with enormous windows where the sun entered fully. I had my desk, a comfortable chair; and it pleased me to face the sun. I sat down in the mornings facing that window and wrote. There I said my prayers; because that is deeply in me; my books and my prayers. I enjoyed those glorious mornings; for me they were magnificent. Here the birds remind me; because there l heard their song and the little trees moved. I tell you, that window drove me wild. When l was finished with my paperwork, my books; all my material; because I created and decorated with my papers; then l put it back very neatly. Yes, that pleased me; everything in order. Then I would go to the garden, seeking flowers; wherever there was color. I also enjoyed my sister Henrietta’s company; she visited, assisted me, and later remained with us. The mansion had a wide balcony, with a few rocking chairs. There l rocked observing the garden, because the whole garden was so beautiful; the back part of the house had the blossoming trees. There were white roses, and little flowers; like those that Nel brought me: "Baby Breath,” little playful plants. Then l went for a stroll; I had somebody to look after the garden. He was a good soul, an elderly man, who had a decent family; I respected him. Karym brought him tobacco, cigars. That brother had dedication; he always said: "Madam, here I am to do whatever you say.” He said: "With your permission; is there anything else?"

372 That good man liked to work; he always had the flowery garden clean and he made me a small path that led to a waterfall. They are such pleasant memories; everything was perfect; it was so interesting. That was his job, but he did it with pleasure. His elderly wife also worked for us; they lived on our property. In those days there was a very popular perfume, preferred by all; the poor and the rich alike. I tell you, that at times, a lady passed by wearing it and it left such a pleasant fragrance; it was like "Lavender," a cherished perfume; very treasured. Karym came in his carriage, with his horse; he had a precious horse; well cared, well fed, and loved. That horse grew up with him, and I had who took care of his horse; bathe it, gave it water; because, when he went on those long journeys with his carriage, he needed the horse well tended to. His carriage had wheels but it was like a buggy. Karym was a soul that was concerned about me, took care of me; loving me very much. At times in this life when he calls me, l remember my previous existence next to him. In those days we didn’t have the means of communication; it was limited, but he always had many followers and good friends and he entrusted me to them; they were concerned about me too. In New Orleans, there were always many storms and it rained often, but I was well protected; Karym left me well secured, with everything covered. That hurricane that recently passed by, upset me so much; I also had fears then; because of the water surge. Hurricanes were always present in the past.

373 I had a lady that helped me with the house, but I always cooked, l liked to cook, to mix the ingredients; to prepare them nutritionally balanced. I made my salads and pastries; baking my favorite cakes; l was very industrious. I collected or the gardener collected the plants from the garden. There was a special orchard of curative plants for home remedies; even for asthma. We had another orchard for the plants used for perfumes; we made perfumes, bottled them, and Karym sold them. We also had a vegetable garden; it was all so interesting that it fascinated me. I always said: "We can help many people; we have to do this and that. One must work, cultivate. We will achieve it.” It was a grand colonial house; very beautiful. There was a parlor in the back; a very large room that looked like a conference room. To the side there was a high terrace to protect the plants; on the other side of that large room there was another small room with a glass roof; it was a greenhouse. One of our plants looked like the plant that you have over there; with the green flowers. From the seeds of certain flowers ink was removed; so many pretty things that were done. I was always tending, watching my plants, taking care of my dry flowers. From the fresh flowers we extracted the juice and from the dried up ones too; because we had a small machine for that purpose. I tell you that those were lovely times. The people were hard working; they invented things; they made soap, they removed the dye, made the perfume, the bread, and many other things. There was another orchard to the side; with many fresh vegetables and also with fruits.

374 We spoke French, Spanish and English; it was a mixture of languages and dialects, for many French families lived there. We visited each other and went together to town and also to church. There was a limited library with some books; but through the years it improved; they also had precious pamphlets written with a great deal of love. There was a large plaza, a gathering place; all very beautiful. Many merchants came with their products, with their satin fabrics. We lived nearby; we weren’t isolated from the town, we were well located, out of town, but not far away; we could walk to town. That house had the aroma of sandalwood; it had two floors. I had my sister there for a while. She was younger and so kind, so peaceful, and so full of grace, as my mother told her. We were decent, good people, with principles. My son then; Kariem, was a gentleman. I called him: "My traveling gentleman.” He enjoyed selling, talking; he took great pleasure in filling his carriage with merchandise. His appearance was magnificent; if you could only see him with his outfit; he wore a watch chain; and had dirty blond hair. He was a fine good looking boy and a great worker; an only son, so you can imagine how I worshipped that son. His father was remarkable, a noble man; they enjoyed each other; talking about business, the job, about the people they both knew; and about the many new experiences that our son had on all those long days on business trip. The strangest thing happened to my husband; at that time many people died without being helped; later on they used some vials to avoid tetanus.

375 Kariem’s father Philippe Maurice stepped on a moldy nail, because he had removed his shoes; put on his slippers and stepped out; the nail went through the slippers, wounding him. The poor man suffered intense pain and the help arrived too late. Homemade remedies were used, but he needed special care; it was terrible, he developed tetanus and passed away, still very young. He was such an adorable man; so kind was my husband; and a good father, so affectionate; Philippe Maurice had lovely hair; they looked so much alike. That boy suffered the lost of his father very much; he was already a young man and had begun to work on his journeys with the carriage. My husband had in the lower part of the house an office; he was very intelligent, very capable, and he serviced people; as a notary public, wrote letters, etc. He also had other businesses; yes, he managed a few enterprises at the time; a generous man. Those are things that happen in life; those souls depart because God wants them with Him. My son, with his father’s lessons, and with my care was successful like his father; I advised him. I loved chocolates; the biggest gift for me was a large box of chocolate, because I did not get fat; l was thin, petite. My husband and Kariem knew it, so they gave me boxes of chocolates and good French perfume; that was divine for me. I also loved scarves to wear around my neck; l enjoyed dressing up and took good care of myself. I had long reddish hair; used ornamental combs; and it pleased me to tie my hair back in a chignon.

376 It was a celebration when Kariem returned home from his trips; and since I was an excellent hostess; l gave great dinner party for all the family. We had a fine woman that washed, ironed, and at times helped me in the kitchen. The main food was from the sea; we prepared the crab cakes that still please me now. It was a delightful lifetime; a wonderful incarnation. It was also good for my sister Henrietta. She had a great love; he was a decent man, born and raised near Paris; he worshipped her. Henrietta was very pretty; she had green eyes, as I did. Poor thing; l loved her so much; but she lost her great love and did not marry; never again did she fall in love; therefore, she remained with me. She was like the little girl of the house; we all loved her, spoiled her and we celebrated with her. Let me tell you about Don Isidro; he was my brother. He was a gallant soul, jovial; a good person. He loved me so much; brought me gifts, little things, saying: "This I saw, and I thought of you.” He loved music; he was a composer and wrote poetry. He was a pretty soul, attractive, very affectionate, formal; a total gentleman. Now it makes me sad to see people so ill-bred or indifferent; there is no respect. There’s no warmth between family members. Do you understand me? In those days the family was our precious cake; it was everything to us. Isidro lived there also, because he was part of the family, and it was an enormous plantation. There were several houses on the same land; they were all independent dwellings in one complex. Isidro had a very lovely family. He had two boys and a daughter; it was a good, decent family; all dearly loved.

377 My brother Isidro was a good dresser; he liked trousers with stripes, and he wore long overcoats; he wore a high hat. He worshipped Kariem; they were very close. Spirit of Don Isidro: God bless you; a good evening to you. Gilda, thank you for taking care of Isabella/Monserrate. Give me your hand, tell Karym that I love him; God bless Kariem Karran. God’s peace is here. (l believe Monserrate when young, looked like Isabella; green eyes, long pitch black hair, worn frequently in a chignon. She was very feminine; loved to dress up, wore scarves, ornamental combs, broaches and liked French perfume. She liked to cook, write, her plants, the flowers; to dance, and to read. She had a lovely voice and liked to sing; enjoying music; mostly "Jazz." My mother was a, well mannered lady. She had a pretty face with a kind smile; elegance and personality.)

Monserrate: (Near the lake.) At certain moments there is an arrival of spiritual groups to this earth; and that give those souls many opportunities. They are eras that are like festivals for the souls; because there are not only festivals for human beings, souls also seek and find each other to reunite. The members of the Karran family of New Orleans were all souls with much affinity.

378 They were so well coordinated and spiritually familiarized that it was a precious existence; there was respect and sincere love. Karym’s mother Isabella Karran lived 82 years. The father’s name was Philippe Maurice Karran. The name of Karym, then was spelled with an ie; it was a French name. The surname was Karran, with double rr, dragging the r of Karran. Henrietta, my sister then, played the piano and was a dressmaker; designing ladies clothes; at first Henrietta didn’t live with the Karran, she arrived later and remained. Karym married; his first wife passed away young, but he had a little girl with her. With his second wife came another girl and a boy. The second wife was also very pretty, good, and very rich; her name was Bridgette She had two sisters that worshipped the children. Briidgette was very loving, gracious and educated; she gave classes to the very young. The wedding was celebrated in the bride’s house; it was a plantation near ours; a beautiful mansion; they called the estate; "The Petitte Mansion.” In those days people were happier because they appreciated and loved life. They sung, danced, and enjoyed all beautiful things that life had to offer; they loved poetry; they wrote and recited poems. Isabella enjoyed making desserts, setting the table, giving parties; she was a great hostess. Her floral arrangements were lovely; adding to the flowers the little white flowers; "Baby Breath", that she likes so much now. (She now had the same preferences.)

379 Spirit of Helena: Hello Gilda, I will continue the story; among all of them they achieved many things. The Karran had in their plantation a small institute for the servant’s children; it was a little school. They paid the tutors, the teachers, and they dressed and fed the children. Then, a very lovely thing happened; precisely to the children of the employees that were assisted. The children loved the site so much, that many after finishing their studies didn’t want to leave; they stayed on in the Karran estate; or were placed in their other large enterprises. Karym’s father was very intelligent; a wholesaler, everything in large quantities. In the first floor of that mansion they had merchandise; perfume, entire sections of fine fabric; they were able to share and they did; they were very charitable. They lived well; Karym brings that from other lives. Don Antonio "Toño,” Monserrate’s father and Karym’s great-grandfather in this life; was another master in numbers and in business. What he saw; just a quick view, he learned. He began with a yearning; seeking old houses that needed repairs. In those days he was a landowner with animals and employees; it was a small farm in Puerto Rico. If his wife Filomena had been able to preserve what he left them; they would still be enjoying it, because it was well developed, directed, and carried out; he had a few businesses. Don Toño saw a house, and knew precisely what it needed; he got the workers, repaired it, and then sold it. He knew how to take advantage of everything in life; he was very capable and evenhanded.

380 Dear Monserrate is like him; with a knack for business, and if she had money, she would have shared it; just like him. Don Toño left an inheritance for his daughters and his wife. "His mother-in-law worshipped him,” dear Monserrate says: He always placed something in her pocket; “Here Nené for whatever you want.” (Her name was Marcelina but they called her Nené.) Monserrate: (Out of trance.) My grandmother had relatives in the countryside and she took them money that he gave her; she told him: "All that you have belongs to the world.” Oh lovely God! Permit those entities to continue coming to me so that l may progress doing charity. Helenita is going to help me; Alberto, Alberto; your dear love from other lives; God bless them, wherever they may be; they are going to help me. Alberto is a soul with principles and loyalty; with a purpose for the world, for humanity. He did so much; always helping when he had an opportunity; he will do the same for me; he is going to help me to integrate into God’s life. Helena and the spirits that visit us also will help me. It’s so wonderful to be at peace, to love and respect yourself; to know that to progress correctly in this life is marvelous. Little daughter, when I’m gone, you are going to lead a more peaceful life; you are going to wrap yourself in many spiritual issues. In the arts, at the highest level; you will do charitable work with that art. The souls bring us spiritual fruits, flowers; giving us light. Those are elements in life that never die in the souls in search of spiritual progression because they are eager to learn, fulfilling purposes; they polish their professions. 381 When you least expect it, a young vine sprouts. It’s called a trailing plant; like one over there in the garden that is entangled in the little tree; so alike orchids. To give an example; look at the orchids; to be born, produce, expand, to die and to reawaken. “To want to do, and to be able to do it.” Do you remember that phrase? They give their flower and continue; they open up, it’s an exceptional thing. It’s like Helena’s little tree; it’s like the little tree that was in the courtyard in the house that my father left me when I was a child. The house was large; far above the ground with a cement and stucco base underneath. It was extensive like a basement; and they used it for storage. To the side was my little house; his gift. His store and that house had the same owner; he bought both properties. I recall that house now; it’s like seeing it again. The little tree was between the house and the business; to the side there was a tamarind tree and a coffee tree. It was the first time that I saw a coffee tree, with some red beans. Now, as I look at Helena’s tree; it brings back all those memories.

Daughter, when one remembers stopovers in other lives its joyful; because there we evolved with different souls. Everything has a beginning and an end. It is very interesting to know that there is a tomorrow for you. I am glad that we can converse.

382 Now shake your hands over your head; you’re saturating yourself in the name of God. This is like a sort of therapy; relax and don’t think about anything; let yourself go; wanting to feel free to lull yourself. Your body and your thoughts attuned. I feel so, so, delighted; goodwill grows within us and it expands. Gilda, these visits to this lake have helped me so much; right here where Helenita and Alberto stroll. I just saw Helenita when I said: "This place has helped me so much.” She passes by with that fervor and a desire to do charity. Helenita and Alberto are near; I’m receiving messages of friendship, love, and spiritual peace from them. Spirit of Helena: Dear Monserrate they’re symbols, prayers; all the good entities accompany, love, and respect you. Gilda, we know that you are seeking what you need; an opportunity to be heard; you ask for divine strength that will guide you on God’s path. We’re aware of your needs: "When in need seek, and you’ll find, as a reward," remember always; "When in need we seek, and we find as a reward." Little sister Gilda, you don’t have problems. I bless you daily, and I understand you; go on, keep on growing, learning; when you achieve it; you’re going to receive huge blessings that you are already receiving. I know it’s a difficult situation to deal with; but it passes; all that begins, ends. Say: "I want to be at peace with God." To be in peace with God! Do you know what that is? To be tranquil, to be at peace; and the harshness of the world doesn’t touch you, your life is simplified; thus you create a tolerable environment.

383 I assure you; believe me, little sister. You have tried to make arrangements for your father, but at times our hands are tied. Gilda celebrate; that is what I want for you; that you may accomplish it, so you’ll feel happy; feeling it deeply within you. Don’t torture yourself thinking about what your life will be when dear Monserrate departs; don’t torment yourself, because life is going to be very simple and pretty for you. The same goes for dear Monserrate when she leaves; it will be with a very lovely thought of service that you have provided for her; and she from the astral world will be very close to you; connected to you, sending you blessings. Praise God for what he gave you yesterday and for what he gives you today. In life it is formidable when we grow and learn; and every day we learn. It pleases me that you’re here and there; that has been your life; to create, to do, not wasting time; that’s you. It means that you are a thinker and you’re not depressed; that you are filled with goodwill, strength, wishes, affection and spiritual ambitions that are so beautiful. What comes from God; spirituality, we achieve it with our good wishes and thoughts; with goodness; fulfilling duties, with respect, and pure sentiments. There are so many things to mold a soul; we are molding ourselves day by day. In our life in "Five Points,” I was older; but you were my favorite student, my divine companion. I was older by three years; but you were always very curious. You wanted to known for example; what was the paper made of, that you were using at that moment. You were curious about everything.

384 "There are a time and a place for everything,” I always told you. That was my favorite phrase. I also said: "Don’t ask me so much Lin.” (Nickname) Let me think now, for when it’s needed later.” You had questions and an eagerness to learn; knowing how to give of yourself to others in life; you have many outstanding grades. Therefore you always feel good, because you have your tenacity from yesteryear and from today. You will never be an empty shell; you’re always complete; we made good use of that existence. Gilda you left... in that lifetime you disincarnated in an accident; I don’t even want to remember it; those are things that saddened us. I have to be composed to be able to elaborate; those are accidents that frighten the entire family; it’s terrible. Dear Monserrrate, bless her, says: "Take care Gilda.” She protects you so that you won’t get sick or fall. She prays for you; what a good soul she is; she loves you so much, I love you all.

Gilda, Antonio, Karym and Monserrate.

385 Monserrate: A visiting spirit says: "Good morning, sister.” He says that he is with Antonio. Gilda: Good morning. What is your name? Spirit of Gabriel: I have a very dear name; I call myself like the angels; Gabriel. Sometimes I accompany your son Antonio; when I’m able. I bring him a message, because he is a good, industrious man. Tell him that he is going to receive many great surprises. Thank Karym for loving his grandma so much. "Thanks for the flowers,” says a noble soul that you know and love; Sister Helena always appreciates the flowers. Listen to this: someone planted a tree close to this house; that tree has brought you happiness; in front of it you’ve prayed and the spirits have come to visit. That is a symbol, and you will always remember it fondly. Gilda, as your mother says: you must evolve in another place with more activity; it will be healthy for your soul. Here, it’s pretty and peaceful; and much yearning is felt; but you still have to work, you’re not retiring yet. So you will always remember that tree. Dear Monserrate said yesterday to a soul near her: "I know that I have to go. I don’t know if it’s tomorrow or the day after; maybe next week, or in a month. Only God knows when.” (She left a month later.) “But when l leave; I want to depart light, light; without baggage. Light; that I may raise my wings and fly.” How marvelous to be able to say: "To be weightless, not heavy; to have buoyancy and to fly; weightless like the good souls.” I leave you a thought of peace and love.

386 Monserrate: (In the hospital.) Human beings make their bed and sleep in it, thus we are; we make our bed the way that we like it, and then we go to bed; do not blame anybody. When one believes in the spiritual world, it is easier to carry any cargo; and then one is glorified. Protective spirit: There is always a lesson in pain; because you learn from it; it teaches us to give thanks to God for the life that we have when we are without pain. When we are in pain and ask God to alleviate us; at that very moment that we are imploring; it’s a prayer to our Creator; it means that if we didn’t know how to pray, or love, or appreciate, or to live life with God; we have learned; thus the pain teaches us a great deal. It teaches us what a healthy body is, and the value of health. When we ask that Father to ease the pain; He teaches us; and that is what we get out of pain. “The winter gusts that enter through that window are pretty golden streamers and sequins of silver. They are spiritual lights of a soul that is wandering; leaving behind its good, sweet and holy tracks.” That is a small verse from God’s life; a prayer from eternity. I love prayers because they represent God’s eternity; His life, and His warmth. I am a soul that loves life, loves art, and loves the ones that love God. All is shown to me with God. When you love God, you are everything, poet, composer, grand soul; that is the foundation of life. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) I have just seen a child playing with a lamb, like a little lamb; a very tender, very pretty vision.

387 Right now, as I see those cherished white roses; I want to give my greetings to God: "Good morning, God.” I am looking at you and I am smiling with you. You extended your hand, blessed, healed, cured me; thank you God. You know what my soul feels for you; you know my mind, my desires, my heart; this sickly body. You know my hands, my fingers. Father I want to touch you, to praise you; you are so immense, strong, and so generous, that I touch you with my heart and my soul. Thank you for healing my feet, my legs, my heart, my hands; you have given me life; life to go ahead loving, and learning from you; to finish this great mission that you have given me; the mission of charity. Thanks for many things. I ask you my Father, for all that suffer; this is a prayer of divine mercy for the world. They don’t understand each other and they suffer; hurting each other; shoving, crying, carrying on all over the world without knowing you. One must be your friend Father; one must love you, because you embrace us all with your spiritual harmony and your immense love. That hatred in the world must pass; crushed by our feet; hatred must disappear from this world. Thank you daughter for taking care of your elderly mother; I’m in such a pretty moment of my life. Don’t you think so? Daughter, all that is coming to your life will be positive, because you think like that. I know Father, that she offers it to you. She will do it in your name; because without you she doesn’t have harmony, divine consciousness, foundation, or discipline, or even a purpose. She loves you; like l do.

388 (Monserrate in the hospital again.)

Unknown spirit: Where is Gilda? She has to be some place far away, because nobody mentions her. Why the mystery? She must be busy; Gilda is like that; she doesn’t waste her time. She’s probably on a good errand, because she’s not lazy. She always shares her ideas; all those pretty things that she thought out and combined; it’s not easy. Brother Nel, you must always be near your sister; that sister is a small piece of your heart; she loves, and respects you. You are one of those people that respect and love wholeheartedly. You’ve always been noble, dutiful; a commitment of the soul. Dear Monserrate, l congratulate you because you’ve had in your womb two souls of high standing; I am telling you and you’ll see it. It’s most important to love what you do; that gives you a spiritual impetus. Thus you all are; your nephews, fulfilling a duty and carrying out a spiritual evolution with dignity. Since all of you have that great fondness, whatever comes, is fine with you. One must be tranquil to do a good job, whether spiritual or material. These are seminars; it’s a small spiritual conference, as it was done before when people got together to converse. Very few have the opportunity to have a small spiritual conference with a spiritual entity. We never know enough, we can always learn, and we can contribute. When you materially and spiritually contribute and help another soul with his evolution in life; you’ve succeeded.

389 Look; in this hospital you are conferring with me; sufficient now. (Monserrate lacked air; was fatigued.) Monserrate: (Out of trance - Karym enters room) I repeat for the benefit of Karym; you have a great mission, but to achieve it you need tranquility and harmony in your personal life. With that you can be successful in your profession and be able to help the children. Always give your life to God; you’re good and are dearly loved by the entities. Don’t forget the market in Dominican Republic; where the poor children sell soap and other items. You’ll do what I did in 1988; in each small hand you put some dollars and say softly: "Keep the soap or whatever it is.” They will look surprised; remember that. The children approached and then they smiled. I want you to do the same thing; go with your mother, she knows the place, and that will make me happy in spirit; it’s my desire. In Puerto Rico I went to visit the deaf/mute children’s school, when I was a youngster and I took offerings to the children; go and do the same; that is also my desire. You see Karym; God has given me so many beautiful things, because If I didn’t have all of you, l would be very sad. Thank you for loving me so much and for taking care of me. Karym: I will do It all in your name, Lela. (Grandmother) You are my harmony; my elderly beloved, good and pretty, Granma, you’re my life. (Kisses her) (Antonio had entered and overheard.) Antonio: I’ll do the same; Lela. (Grandmother) You’ll see; we promise you. (He kisses her.)

390 (When Monserrate’s older sister Pura crossed over; Monserrate first heard her voice thirteen days after her passing.) Monserrate: I hear my sister’s voice; l do not see her but I know that she is saying: "Moncha; when are you leaving?" I don’t know if she’s asking me about our moving; or if she’s asking me about my departure to the other world? (A year and a half later; Pura finally spoke to me.) Spirit of Pura: Good evening Gilda; how are you? I can remember in the past; many years ago, when we were over there, in the prairies of Argentina. At that time, I was also your aunt; yes, your aunt; but my name was not Pura, it was Maria; yes, Maria was my name then. I was recalling when we would walk up on a beautiful path; there was a hill and we could see the sea at a distance from there. We enjoyed those gusts of breeze from the sea that reached us. No; not today; I’m not able to do more. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) My dear sister Pura came by; she has made a great effort to communicate. She loves us, as we love her. She is a happy spirit with peace, but had to leave quickly; restrictions of the souls or something like that. I had the vision of what she described; it seemed like the beaches of the state of Maine; a dramatic panorama, an indication of rocky beaches; I saw large boulders. The upward path was smooth but upon arriving; there was a division of stones. The sea rebounded in the distance. That landscape was beautiful. Thank you Father.

391 (The following morning) Monserrate: Every afternoon we’re going to set aside a space; an hour more or less, to communicate with the spirits. Sometimes spirits of goodwill approach us, they need help; a charity, or they want to leave us a message, and we can share with them; give them a welcome. All is possible in life my daughter, when there is the will and the desire to do it; if you have that, you have the essence; the food and the seed. If you don’t have that, there is a vacuum; although working on it for an eternity. There is stillness and peace here; lets program something. Daughter it’s wonderful that you have dreams and are passing them on to others; that is the best medicine that you can give a fallen tree that the storm has knocked down; although it fell, it still has its roots. The seed in you is mature; God bless you. We don’t have a fortune; but money is available; money attracts money, it’s like quicksilver. Maybe in the future God will give you a prize, its possible; you could do so much charity. We are ready to help others, in one form or another; showing them to live; giving them hope. Faith saves, and hopes cures; and charity doesn’t remain behind; they were your counselors, because they helped you. While you think that and receive it; you’ll have an impulse to continue doing good deeds, until the last day of your life. Today is a pretty day; sunny, cool, pleasant, because there is life outside and inside. Father give a helping hand to our family; thanks to the good souls. It’s the middle of God’s day; in a very still town; a site where the birds were the only ones that

392 made their nests. Now it’s populated with people with purposes and positive thoughts. Gilda; soul of great faith and enthusiasm; you have the courage to get ahead; you have karats of patience; and the gift to want, and to be able to carry it out; of encouraging yourself; with your own peaceful tasks.

I do believe that the strong and joyous mental states are gifts or attributes of our own soul. In this world the divine ideas that we receive mentally are bursting with abundance of wellbeing, of calmness and of harmony; helping us to re-establish mentally, so as to be able to hear our conscience. It’s most important that we wait confidently; that we have faith in what we desire; well intentioned, and trusting in God, and we will obtain it, because He gives us wealth in everything that surrounds us, and there is richness because God is there. At this moment I breathe in harmony, and I can project a radiance within me; deep and intense. It’s like a moon ray that wants to guide me on the path of life; as if it were a traveler seeking refuge. I get enormous pleasure from it, because my mind and my soul enjoy the intensity of the moment in communion with God.

393 Protective spirit: There are many lessons in life that we do not know why we have to learn them; but there is a reason for everything in our evolution, in those tribulations that are so palpable; huge sometimes; that is the moment that we should thank our Father. Monserrate: I just saw that tree over there, light up. (Pause) That light that was just shown to me is a symbol of peace; just as it appeared in the story of the boy Jesus. All the bright stars, brilliant bodies of light, bring us peace, equilibrium and strength; helping us to achieve a spiritual balance in our lives. Everyone thinks; I want to stop suffering; l wish to be happy, I want to live; to be at peace. If a person brings conflict into your life; keep him or her, out of your thoughts so you’ll be able to calm down. That is the formula. Spirit of Alberto: How true that is. Alberto is speaking; peace and tranquility to all in your home. Gilda, many wish that million dollar care that you give your love ones. You caress them; because when one is served with love; they are caressed with kindness. Caresses have different names; there are caresses of benevolence, of sacrifice, of consideration, of justice, and of love. There are many ways to caress in life; with respect and with all those marvelous things from the soul.

394 (At the hospital Monserrate needed oxygen constantly. As I entered her room, she handed me an invisible gift for me from the spirits. It was in her left hand symbolizing that it came from the heart. Nel was present.) Monserrate: Gilda, shake it off; despoil. (Despoiling me with her weak hands.) The spirits left you a blessing from God. I was asleep but I awoke with a fist full for you, my daughter. (I left the room, so happy with my handful, pressing it to my heart.) Nel, I believe that you and my grandchildren’s visit have given me more energy. I told Gilda: "Nel is always going to help you when I am not in this world. He will visit you.” She likes this town; the weather, the vegetation; but she likes New York more. This year that I am leaving, she should prepare her things; whatever she wants to take with her; we have to accept life as it is. Nel: Mom, I think that what Gilda will miss most is speaking with you; she really will miss you. Monserrate: Yes, she speaks with me a great deal, but she has you, and you are a man with so many blessings. Who knows if one day a spirit will come to speak through you; that you may have the privilege. You already have perceived them. When you meditate you feel those grand spirits that are with you; they come to fill you with enthusiasm, peace, and joy. Nel: Yes, yes; I feel when they are near.

395 Monserrate: It’s possible that they will speak to you; they’ll come and maybe give you messages, because you have the gift; it cheers me up just to think about it. Now Gilda is going to be able to take trips, and finish many things that she has begun. She’s a very intelligent woman; loved by many. She needs to go foreword, putting aside little things from here and there, so that he can finish her books. She has the joy of the projected book of China; I give her all the articles that I read on the subject; she has the history of that conflict in 1937; it’s there, all ready. (Pause.) I see and hear a spirit that is saying: "Brother, you are going to be a medium.” Unknown spirit: Tell Gilda, not to worry so much, because she is going to have you brother. You know what happens to Gilda? She has always had dear Monserrate by her side; with her she talks, comments, and shares her projects. Dear Montserrat’s enthusiasm assists her; but you are going to remain nearby. Her mother gives her affection so she can do her books. Not everyone has that privilege to be helped by someone you love; and to have good entities come and channel through you, in order to accomplish projects; because she is not alone; the souls come and help her out. Of course it is her harmony, her enthusiasm. When the entities approach you feel that they sing you a lullaby with their enthusiasm and love, therefore she wants to feel like that always, to be able to fulfill her goals. At times she is weakened and needs a spiritual impulse; God bless her. Let her prepare so that within a year she can travel.

396 It may be that dear Monserrrate does not go yet, or she may depart before; but Gilda has to be prepared and get ready to take her elderly father with her; and to know where she wants to live; to organize, because she is going to work very much. Dear Monserrate must stop now; because she doesn’t have enough oxygen. (Pause; drinks water.) Tell Gilda that Celia Cruz’s book is going to bring her much; that it was a good idea that she did it; and how she did it, because of what has been done of Celia; there’s nothing like it; those are her conversations with her companions and it’s her voice narrating in the recordings; it’s very, very important for her, it’s unique. Brother Nel, take care of your health because you also have many things to accomplish. You are going to share; in one way or another, with that project in New York; and with the other book. There is a soul present that strolled by and embraced you. It is a male that loved you a great deal in a previous life. He says that he was your brother, your dear brother; he gives you a big hug. You feel it, because your face looks illuminated, you’re handsome, you have a manly face, but you look prettier. This soul of goodwill says that you are his brother; little by little, he will tell me the story. Who is that brother? That spirit that was your brother some day will come to speak to your sister. That is going to give her so much happiness. He has not given his name but he will give it to me, yes. Nel; l believe that you and that dear brother, sung in Argentina, it was a duet; you were together. You also played an Instrument; the violin; you both

397 interpreted romantic songs; yes, two brothers with so much harmony. You were never told? Nel: No, no; this is the first time. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) That life was so lovely; Nel, some day you will know more. Changing the subject; the biggest joy I have had today is what that doctor told me; he said that they are going to send me home, under the care of "Hospice.” Gilda will have more time for herself, I’m so glad. Nel, when you speak of the spirits, I notice harmony, peace in you, your face seems precious, it is illuminated. When I get to eternity; oh soul of mine! Many spirits I’m going to meet; speak to them, get to know them better. They have suffered like us; they suffered pain, but they surpassed it. I’m going to meet with Pura, Helena, Gustavo, Alberto, and Luz; all our spirit friends, our spiritual family, protectors and guides; so many sublime beings. Thank you, Father.

Unknown spirit: One must cultivate perseverance which comes with faith and determination; bought on by patience; all children of love. His lighthouse is within you and it will always guide you to a safe port. The ticket to the wonderment of the universe is bought with peace, love, spiritual progress and faith; a small price for enchantment.

398 (In the hospital with oxygen; whispering) Protective spirit: Good morning, good morning my daughter; I am a soul that loves you, and dear Monserrate very much. I‘ve come to greet you on this day that Monserrate is feeling better; bringing you a bouquet of spiritual flowers that are flowers of love, peace and affection from the universe; pretty that they are. One must have an open soul so that a spiritual ray of light enters and electrifies us giving us peace; peace that is needed so much in this very agitated world; that is shouting, suffering, clamoring. Oh! It's disastrous. We are going to send thoughts of peace, of love and sanction to the world that cries and suffers. They do not have where to live; or where to stay; the children that cry, the elderly that moan; the town that whines seeking welfare; may the peace of God be with them. Sister I thank you, because you deserve all the thanks in the world and all the eagerness of life. God bless you, your children and family members; illumination for you, so that with health, peace, understanding and harmony, you may obtain what you seek. My gift for you is to ask that Father for his grace; filling you with His vibrant love; feeling it with me now. You will achieve all your projects, and as dear Monserrate said: “it’s never too late if the soul is open to God.” That is a phrase that you should always say: “It’s never too late if the soul is open to God.” With that you are telling him: "Father, I receive you; give me what I’m able to carry; help, help me to sustain it, so that it doesn’t escape me. Give me your peace and your divine grace.”

399 (Monserrate out of trance) Gilda: Mami; tell me about the angel. Monserrate: (Whispering.) Yes, yes; I saw a cherub this morning; after the pain ceased; I remained exhausted but calm. Well, let me tell you; l saw a little angel, a cherub; up there facing my bed. It opened its little wings. So very pretty that it was! Gilda: ¡Oh how wonderful! Surely it was your guardian angel or your protective guide “Luz” that presents herself like a cherub. Monserrate: I saw an angel! Once more! I couldn’t believe it. I sought, and looked to see more details. It saw it very well and it moved its little wings, like greeting me. It’s a beautiful experience for me. Thank you Father. I’ve received immense blessings here; kind and good doctors have come to see me; like that doctor that visited me just now; with an inspiration of God. They seem light and feel light; as if they hypnotize you with their words and their peace. Protective spirit: All in life is like that sister Gilda; people carry their harmony or you notice they carry their indifference or their spitefulness for life; whichever arrives; well received and blessed be. May God give you the ability to be able to grasp it; and you’ll achieve it in your life, therefore nothing will bother you; you’ll know when the mysterious packages arrive; you’ll have the ability, the good sense to

400 receive that sack when it arrives. Thus, nothing will disturb you, because you already know that there are many very dangerous sacks in the world. May God give you the spiritual sense that is necessary to achieve everything that you intend to complete. When you open the door of the soul to God; to his freshness, to the weightlessness of life, to the sun, the moon, the life of goodness, the kind life; to the life that you want to share with God; then you’re happy. The life that he gave you, when he takes it away you’ll be prepared to enter a better world. Bless you sister, for your peace, for your talent, for the facility to be able to carry out things. Gilda, rest so that many good thoughts come to your mind; so that you can reach everything that is going to bring you happiness and that you have always sought. Sister Gilda, pretty days await you, happy days. When dear Monserrate departs she will be close to you; God is going to give this sister the opportunity, because she has been a good soul since childhood; a soul with a blessing. Do you know that she has in her life, like beads from a rosary; that she has lived with them, and has learned to toss aside what it’s bothersome; achieving it with goodwill; wherever it may be, she goes ahead with what God gave her. When she was born; God gave her a gift, a special gift; a small bead, to identify her with Him; to help her in life, and she has been able to survive and to serve. She is a soul of many karats; a soul that never wants to hurt or to offend; a soul that wants peace; that intervenes, forgets, and forgives.

401 She wants to be fair, and is a good counselor. Bless her. Sister Monserrate, may God give you a little more time. I expect with God’s permission that she will improve promptly, because you still need her company; although you will always have it in spirit. Let her continue to fill up with life, peace, enthusiasm and cheerfulness. God’s peace is here; God bless Helenita that is also here saying: "Good day Gilda, until always.” Monserrate: (Out of trance.) Thank God that l could sleep; that I don’t have pains. I feel as if they have given me a big spiritual bath and that science has cleaned me within; it’s like irrigation that they gave me to clean the veins and the arteries. Thank God that l came to the hospital on time.

(Monserrate back at home, remembered the doctors at the hospital.) Monserrate: Some people are so good; so dear, that they exude their kindness, their sweetness, like syrup from the body. Yes, they took good care of me, thank God. Take care of yourself Gilda; you’re a self- sacrificing soul full of light; always helping your mother out; God bless you daughter. I belong to God and I will go to God. I am here, not too well; God will have the last word. Our Father disposes of my life. If I must do something before departing, I will do it, because that is His wish, and if

402 He does not want it, I am happy because l fulfilled my mission. Gilda: So be it Mom; you have been a good mother, and daughter, great wife; extremely yielding. A loving grandma. You helped me raise my boys. You’re a good companion, sister, aunt, and a model citizen; excellent medium, spiritual counselor; good so many things. Monserrate: That is so, my daughter. But now I feel that I do not have much strength; although I have had enough strength in my life. Our Father has given me many privileges. Now my heart is old and crying because it is sick. Nel: I don’t know how; but God and the good spirits gave me a vision. I saw mommy, like in the past. Like the photograph of 1947; I saw her young with pretty loose, long hair. I saw her in my mind, but clearly; I saw it as l was driving here. Monserrate: Yes, yes, my son, I feel that way, as you saw me. Precisely last night, after I fell asleep; I saw myself like that, and I was cleaning up this room. Gilda: You! Monserrate: Me! l saw myself like that, like that; with long hair; young, in another time when l was strong and healthy. (Weary) Now l tire easily, but I’m not suffocating, nor am I sad; I’m tranquil and happy.

403 I must to tell you Nel, when you arrived; Gilda walked across the room; but I was not here, I was strolling on a very pretty road where there was natural beauty. I really don’t know where it was, but l heard voices at a distance, and saw many beautiful flowers and l heard people speaking softly, low, and smoothly. What l did see clearly was like a mist, but in colors, very pretty, it was like a rainbow: "Can this be heaven? I said. When we moved here, I said: “Lovely Father, from here to heaven.” Here, in this town, I have felt so happy, very happy living in this town; it is so peaceful next to the lake and the trees. There with stillness we were able to pray near the trees. The people here are good. It delighted me to go to that lake, it captivated me; I am going to return to that lake, I love that lake very much; there l had many pretty thoughts, with the beloved good spirits. I know that they give me a hand and they won’t abandon me. That thing that l feel in the heart at times, frightens me; although it passes quickly; but, when you wake up and can’t breathe, and do not find air, it’s frightening. Last night, it passed quickly. I felt people here with me; I told you: "Gilda, did someone visit us last night?" My soul is at peace, because I haven’t hurt anyone; I love life, love people; I love you all so much, all of you. I know how much you all love me. When my grandchildren think about me, they get a positive impulse. If I go or I remain, only God knows; you know that I believe in eternity and that is so beautiful. I may not have strength to speak, but I have strength to live and to enter eternity.

404 The prettiest thing in life is the way God loves me, and the spirits love me. I do not have any pain, no pain at all, nothing. My body is sealed, healthy. What happened is that l used up all my gasoline. (We laughed.) I have spiritual gasoline; thank God. Last night, l was thanking God for healing me and then for a moment l lacked oxygen and I felt frightened, but then quickly l could breathe again. I knew that l was alive without suffering; before l had suffered; suffocating, seeking air; the spirits came and helped me; I’m happy, not sad. Gilda, please give me another ice cube, I need it. (Gave her ice) Monserrate: Nel, I see as if you were receiving raindrops from God on your head; that cleanse, bathe and cool you. As if it was the sun shining on your forehead; the moon and the stars covering you, to protect you from all that is negative. That is why you always feel so peaceful, contemplating the spiritual wealth of the free fields of God. I see birds that fly in different directions carrying their heavenly spiritual messages; life itself; smooth and beautiful, fresh and pure, as crystalline waters. As if they were the kisses of a mother and a prayer from a good soul; it is the prayer of the ones that believe and expect to know God at the end of the road. I want to be prepared to follow that blessed path, a tranquil road where the good souls and the happy spirits join together to celebrate a spiritual holiday. I want to imitate that tree that I see there at a distance; it’s a pretty remembrance of the good souls that came; approached and passed by my side.

405 They left me their fragrance and their spiritual strength. They leave me their love and their happy dreams, because those souls that stroll out there are good and joyful; they have harmony, light, good whims and are engulfed in them. I want to perceive with you, the beauty that God offers me in the forest, in the garden, in the mountain, and also at nightfall of every day. I want to celebrate together with you the union of the good souls. The souls reunite joyfully, celebrating the spiritual alliance to be loved and to be wanted, strengthened, and never to be forgotten. That is the word of God: "Love each other.” To progress, go ahead with vigor, love and enthusiasm and to be able to love more; that is the word of God. Protective spirit: Providing that I am able; l look for an encounter in this God’s worlds with a spirit of goodwill, a soul that is seeking for something to hold on to, that will enable it to achieve; with whom to share; there l am pleased and eager to give a friendly and charitable hand. This is a small thought for today, where there is a great of deal of peace, and spiritual calmness. There is much spiritual fervor and l give it to you both. I am glad, because our sister Helena, came and was observing and listening to me. Giving this sister a little bit of health; she is going to feel better, for she asked for an extension. She has been very, very ill, but at times, they give us pieces so that we can take advantage of them. She requested a short extension and that kind God has given it to her. That is very important and very pretty because it is given to the

406 souls according to their calmness and motive; it’s not in vain; when one has a purpose in life. They are God’s things that come from God and go to God; may His peace reign here. Gilda, take care of your health; with your health you help dear Monserrate. You shouldn’t feel sad or anguished because you do the best that you can. Dear Monserrate has two roads now; to improve or to depart; I do not know which of the two it is. I know that she can get better, because she has a rosary of beads that she began and must finish; it means that there is still a little time. I request strength for her, improvement from her illness, peace for her. She is a spirit that believes very much, and when you believe there is peace; those are very large and powerful elements. Monserrate: (Out of trance.) In this gathering there wasn’t an interruption because God wanted it that way. The souls also celebrate their private parties. They leave us strength and energy.

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Monserrate: Nel, it makes me so happy to see you. When you stroke my back, I feel your energy. God loves us. One must have hope and you have a great deal of hope. I’m happy because I have children like you; so good. Gilda takes good care of me; may God give her health and that she may be able to sleep well. Tell her to go to bed early, that I’m much better. I’m in "Hospice,” they help me.

407 If people knew what spiritual life is like, they wouldn’t be so restless. For the majority there are two things: when they are healthy, they only want to show off and live well; they love money, and in that back and forth, they depart. When they are seriously ill, they go to the doctor and then it’s too late. My son, it’s good that you are a man of peace; tranquil, satisfied; what life offers, you accept. You do not demand from life, therefore you’re in peace. That is the best way to be happy; I do not exchange my tranquility for wealth. Gilda: Mamita, I believe that they’re going to have to remove you from "Hospice," right? It seems that you are much better. Monserrate: I know that I have to depart. Gilda: Well, but not yet. Monserrate: Let them help; you don’t know what can happen; there can be changes and they help; I am grateful.

Unknown spirit: When the soul is filled with fear, we hardly notice little precious things. Look up at the splendor of the universe filling us with energy, love and faith; or at a simple unassuming star. Look up at the sky; at the rainbow, see its colors, or at the clouds. These are all gifts from God. Oh God! You are good to us; it is time to rejoice, singing with one voice and the wind.

408 Spirit of Helena: Dear Monserrate is very sick. Gilda, you know it well; the doctors told you. Sick yes; but she is a strong and determined soul. She is recovering because it was a serious attack with many ailments; tomorrow is another day, and the day after, another; with the help of God and the spiritual entities we are going to skip rope. I expect from our Father and that universe full of ambassadors and dear brothers/sisters to come and assist our beloved dear Monserrate to recuperate a little. She knows that she is sick; the heart is tired. Gilda you are such a good soul and she looks at you with affection, devotion and with respect; thank you for what you do for her; always so well disposed; never a complaint. We respect you. There is a soul here with perfect youth; elegant, genteel and wise. He is a generous and noble soul with love, peace and with unity. He came to rescue us; these are gusts from our Father; he is an envoy of God. Spirit envoy: I am grateful to our sister Helena; with karats of love and peace. This is not my world; l come from an astral world; bear in mind sister; in any world, if you leave a healthy seed, it will reappear. I wish you lights of loves; emancipating lights. l bring universal energy that is the perfect fuel for the soul in evolution. There are many stars in heaven for you sister Monserrate. Your peace and happiness is the work of God for being submissive. May hope be, in your soul’s life, a happy and eternal summer. May you see and enjoy a great rainbow full of spiritual

409 prosperity for your mission well done. Some day we will reunite and rejoice for having being victorious. You sowed well! God, we, and the angel love you; Praise God.

Monserrate: (Out of trance) Praise God; I thank the loving messenger of light. l do know that I have to go! (Humorous) But leave it at that for now. The people from "Hospice" are good, they assist, and although I am better, let’s wait; because during the night they can help me in an emergency; they help. (We prayed.) Spirit of Alberto: The peace of God is here. I am Alberto; here to greet you dear Gilda; bless you, and to join you in prayer; asking for health, enlightenment, peace and prosperity for all. I expect Gilda, that you will achieve your goals; that are huge and many. For our little sister Helena that is here, a greeting. I am going to withdraw so that she may enter in the name of God. Gilda: Thank you Alberto; help my mother, Alberto. I want you to be present; take care of her. Spirit of Alberto: Our beloved dear Monserrate is in good hands; you too are in good hands Gilda, in good hands. Spirit of Helena: God’s peace is here. Your sister Helena, is speaking, and giving you a hand, little sister; telling

410 you to stay calm. Dear Monserrate is at peace, and we are going to help her. All is possible in life; things are, as she says, when our dear God says so. At times l speak to you, but l always come by; even though you do not know it, nor see me, but you feel me; you do feel me. Thanks to our dear brother; our Alberto that just left. We must ask our Omnipotent Father and all those souls of light to help dear Monserrate. God’s peace is with dear Monserrate and with you; giving you both that lovely understanding to take hold of everything in life without letting it disturb you. It is a blessing, its spiritual tranquility; a gift like few; it is a blessed gift, blessed be dear Monserrate. I bring you this white washbowl; white as your soul Monserrate, so that you may wash your hands in it, and feel very sure of what you can confront. If it is God’s will that you must depart; go in peace. I am not able to say when you will go; if you must go, tranquil; and if you must remain, tranquil; He alone knows, and our Father is just and merciful. Stay calm because it is best to have spiritual health in order to confront situations, and you have it Monserrate. I want to leave you Gilda, your hands full; give me your other hand "Manita" (A nickname from a prior life.) Full of precious beads; each one of them is a fragment of God; they are special precious stones; gold coins from God, little pearls of God, drops of God, and dew of God. May you achieve your goals. For the good people that love dear Monserrate and mention her; the nurses, doctors; may there be peace in their souls; bless them and their homes.

411 Little sister, it’s very important that you take care with the flame; the candle and the oxygen, watch it. Gilda, you still have to do many paintings, arrangements and stitches that have to be put in place; to combine into projects, in diverse forms. I’m leaving you with a sisterly spiritual hug; I respect you. Thank you for the service; the love, the devotion, the good care of dear Monserrate. Stay calm; I will be present when it is necessary, to give you a hand; if God permits it, and God is going to allow it. Thank you, now and always; a thousand thanks, dear sister. Peace.

Protective spirit: Monserrate is a joyful spirit; she wanted to confront her grievances, in spite of her fear. She wants to go ahead; for that reason God gave her faculties. She has the satisfaction of having realized something her very own; very ours; a satisfaction of having traveled that road; knowing that she has felt the tiredness and the freshness, to begin again and open other new doors. The road of resurrection! Thus we prepare for other paths; the undefeatable souls achieve that; even with fear. She realizes: "I have given a hand to many: where to rest and warmth from the icy winters; getting them employment and aid for their relatives; orientation and guidance in the hospitals, and in the schools with their children, and seeking aid for elders; even getting credit for their household needs.”

412 She recalls feeling happy assisting brothers when they arrived disoriented in New York; without knowing the language. Remembering that sister, gives you vigor; that remains in your spiritual file for eternity; you’ll feel avid reviewing phases of your life. At times down, suffering, with shortages and with tears; when you said: “Is there something else for me?” But you have always expected from God and He has always responded. In childhood you were grateful for the fruits; the natural food from God; interjecting a precocious child thought, saying: "This keeps me healthy.” You knew how to protect yourself and take care of others; your little cousins. You sought, scratched and prepared them against illnesses. One must learn to darn; and you did it out of love, Monserrate. When undecided, melancholic or when the body does not respond, the hooks loosen; just like the trees; the hooks fall off and let out the sprouts through the dry trunks. You do not have grudges, or selfishness or hatred. You forget offenses; it’s part of learning to live; like climbing stairs. With your kind foot you push the useless away. We should be seeds; those fresh grains huddle and open their shells, when they see themselves wrapped up in that great sun feast; with God’s air.

Monserrate: My daughter I am not ill; I am preparing to leave. You know that throughout life there are things to do; so many tasks, small, big, obligations, duties.

413 So many things; but the moment arrives in which the heart is tired, aged, and it wants to rest, because it can’t do any more. I hear my tired sick heart; but that still encourages me. Let me tell you that I have felt much better after the spirit of goodwill came to saturated me; just with his presence alone he saturated me; that is the most beautiful thing in life. I know my daughter; I know that I have accomplished my duties with you, and with life. It seems to me, that if l have not done it totally right, I have tried to do it well. Now I know that I don’t have much energy; not much left, but the little bit of energy that remains, I’m going to make good use of it departing; so that my crossing to the other side can be a happy departure for me; so that it will be easy for all of you that know about eternal life and the evolution of the soul. You know well about why we live, why we depart, and why we exist; it will be easy for you, because you love the spiritist philosophy, which is so genuine. At times I’m surprised and laugh. (She laughs.) They tell me that I am terminal; imagine that! When they say terminal to someone; they give them a couple of days or weeks. Well, I’m terminal; but good soldiers comply with their orders; that does not frighten me. I am so thankful to you Gilda; all my life I have lived thankful to you, for your company, for your love, and your devotion. Sometimes seeing you so tired; but you come and give me a hand, helping me; then I thank you more. Thank you daughter, for being you; God bless you, good soul. You are a good mother, daughter and good sister; you have so many lovely things in life.

414 The enlighten souls prepare for their departure and are ready to enter God’s mansion when they have finished their work here on this earth; to then be able to begin another precious life cycle up there. Protective spirit: (Gustavo; her eternal love.) I am very dear to this little sister; so I’m bringing her thoughts of spiritual healing, of tranquility, and of peace. How am l going to present them? With a spiritual bouquet of white roses, so that she may hold them in her arms eternally. This life of the soul is lovely. Monserrate, in God’s divine life there’re marvelous landscapes and a very special radiant sun; it’s an idyllic life. I’m emotional stirred for it is so poignant. Exquisite and magnificent things impact and fill us. In this world of the over here, where l am; where we all come; the one that has lived, and has become acquainted with spiritual tasks; that has received and shared with good entities; will find a special elixir, a true but subtle perfume; something that adheres to you, and in you, giving you life and love; something that is soft and light, but eternal; that is the true word; eternal. Spirit of Anastasia: Dear Monserrate, my mission today is to saturate you. Give me your hands Gilda; you need my strength, and my divine energy. You need some of my immense love for our Father, for my brothers and sisters, and my respect for this spiritual work. Gilda dear, you still have much to do. These tat a tat with dear Monserrate in her last days here; has been so pretty, yes; very, very pretty. Gilda: Tell me the story about mom and me.

415 Spirit of Anastasia: It’s a story of another lifetime. You were her mother in a previous incarnation; you delivered her to our Father when she was very young. (That information had been given to me by another medium, many years ago; but without details. I loved and felt for my mother as if she were my daughter; and took care of her in the same manner.) She was still young; about twenty-nine years old. It was a lifetime in Argentina. At that time she also had weak lungs; she was sickly. You know; you did her much good once before, and you have done well now as a daughter; and she to you. That life of yesteryear was lovely. Listen to this: she was studying medicine; and at that time there was a passion for music, and she was always attracted to music; to the bustle of the tango; the typical music of that good country. I also lived there; I shared with, and was very attached to you both in that lifetime; do not be surprised. There are so many mysteries in life and in the evolution of the souls. I was very, very close to you both. My love was music, Gilda. I was an actress like you; l was an actress and singer, but I started teaching classes in those days; wardrobe classes and designing apparel. Everything that was art and design pleased me. I dared to begin writing a book that l finished. I am united to you by the respect and love of art. You’re going to finish everything that you propose because you are qualified, and the best part is that you deliver, that you finish. It does not matter what problems arise, you resolve; you do what you must; you always find a way.

416 I’m gazing at some lovely celestial landscapes; I repeat to our dear Monserrate that life here is beautiful; it is pretty, little sister. Gilda: Was that the period in Argentina, when Nel was singing with his brother? Spirit of Anastasia: That was the time! We were and we are an enormous family of souls; loving, respecting, and devoted souls. That is the affection that Nel feels for you both; that devotion. Poor thing, his life has been difficult, for he is a man of his word; and he is a gentleman of respect; and gentlemen conform to their duties. My name then was Anastasia, because my mother loved that name. I recall that you always said: "Where is Anastasia today? She was to wait for me; to wait for me here.” I would answer: "Here I am; you didn’t see me." I loved to visit your house; I felt so happy there, because you had such an extensive house. There was much space, corners, details, art; many beautiful things. Gilda: What was Monserrate’s name then? Spirit of Anastasia: This dear Monserrate was pretty, very pretty and a loving, happy soul. She was an inquisitive soul that was active and sought answers; she was charitable, and loved everyone. She dealt with healing plants; was lively, and she was always busy doing many things. Her life was about helping souls; healing them. Oh! Yes little sister that was the way it was.

417 Nel, your dear brother; with his other brother; life is fascinating. At times the seeds spring out; the roots, the sprouts; it’s precious; you search and find them. Nel then was a loving soul, an enterprising soul; he was there; you were brothers, you and he; with the other brother; you were three brothers. The souls follow their yearnings; I call them praises, because they are so dear. Spiritual life is like that little sister. Let me give you some details, listen: you had a large house with long halls and many windows; there was a great library and large vases of flowers. Many gathered there for the tea parties. Artists visited; they sung, read poetry and recited. Gilda: Was Helena there? Spirit of Anastasia: No, Helena was not there. She shared another life with you in Argentina; she has told you that you were sisters. Both parents in those lives were innovating. Sometimes I think: about what a beautiful life you had, Gilda. Dear Monserrate was called Natalia; Natalia was her name. You loved her so much; well she was your daughter; you had to give her back to God, for being too good. She was in your arms until the last moment; you took care of her to the very end; as you did now. People died young in those days. You let her go with God, with pain in your soul, as now. God bless you both. (Interruption) Gilda: Thank you Anastasia; thank you mother for everything that you’ve done for me; you’ve helped

418 me so much to grow as a soul; to correct myself, to develop my talent; to create, to believe, and to pray. Monserrate: (Out of trance) Yes, my daughter, many things; and we still have some time left to make good use off. (According to some; I have been a painter and actress, in a couple of lifetimes. Once drowning in the beach at Mar del Plata, and falling down a cliff. As a child I had visions of Buenos Aires, not knowing where it was. Visiting that city years ago, by intuition l went directly to a chapel and a cemetery.)

Monserrate: (With oxygen, and speaking very low.) Daughter, your name was Amalia Manrique; this was in an incarnation in Argentina. Gilda: Apparently I’ve had several lives in that country. I recall being told by an entity many years ago, that I had lived in an Argentine coast; that l had a shop and that l was a painter. My husband in that lifetime was a fisherman; his name was Thomas; we had two children and they all drowned Monserrate: Those are pretty but sad stories. Alberto wants to call you: "Malena.” He says that in a lifetime you were an actress; you danced and sung in a musical play. Your character was called "Malena" and you danced the tango. In Argentina there was a good deal of talent; a great cultural exchange existed with Europe. 419 Much theater was done; opera and zarzuelas; theatrical companies arrived constantly. Art is for an entire life. It’s delightful for you my daughter because you’re very good in comedy; maybe you’ll do a comedy in the future. God’s peace is here. I am not finished; I believe that I’m wounded, wounded. Everything is possible in life; and if I have to go, I leave happily; I am prepared. I have a huge suitcase and when l do this: (Raises her arms like to fly.) I’ll toss it; because I can’t take anything with me; nothing, nothing. I have an enormous suitcase to leave behind; so many things; and l leave them all to my daughter; memories, reminiscences. I am waiting for the moment. Protective spirit: Little sister Gilda, we know that it is not easy. Poor thing; you work so hard and sometimes are troubled. Dear Monserrate is a soul filled with peace and tranquility and she doesn’t complain; she accepts it all. God bless her.

(Two days before crossing over; breathless and with oxygen, Monserrate still received the spirits.) Protective spirit: This little sister is ready to depart to eternity; to the Glory of that Blessed Father. She knows that she is leaving; but this good sister is calm and at peace. At times she may be in a difficult situation, but she upholds; she stays calm, and that is important.

420 Very lovely, wonderful things occur; precious occurrences, l would say. Monserrate: (Out of trance; speaking slow and low.) This thing about going to eternity is not so; they don’t use the… (Pause) The word fear; no, no, it is not frightening; it is a thing that (Fatigued) When one believes in the spirit, feels it, and is content with what one has attained; then one must leave, because the moment has come; and one is at peace. Human beings always pray to go in peace; I always asked for it: "My Father, at the moment that I must depart; give me peace, peace, and tranquility. Let it be a unique moment, so that I may enjoy it.” Not everyone hears a physician say: "I cannot do anything more for you.” It’s a thing that makes you think a little bit. In my case it means that maybe l will depart peacefully, tranquil, with faith and hope, as l always requested from God; not to be desperate in my passing. That encourages me, because I think, that maybe l will go while in this little bed. Gilda, I wanted to speak to you about this, because this is the same chain; thus it will be for you. I believe that when we go to eternity and we have a little bit of preparation, it doesn’t horrify us; it doesn’t frighten us; it is pretty. It’s magnificent to be able to say: I am going to have a peaceful death. Thank you my Father. (Fatigued) Thank you, Helenita, Alberto; and all those souls of goodwill. We congratulate them, and embrace them; we love all those enlightened entities that come here leaving their messages of peace and love. We sought and found each other to participate together in an enjoyable reunion of enthusiasm and tranquility.

421 How beautiful spiritual life is! One that finds his seed should plant it, so that he can glorify God, and feel satisfied with his tree or his spiritual plant. That is what we are; we are all good seeds, willing to accomplish many things. (Pause) Gilda, study, read; mostly open that great book; "The Gospel According to Spiritism.” Review it; chapter by chapter; you’ve carried it with you since your adolescence; when I gave it to you. It was your companion and consolation on your many trips, and in difficult moments. (Whispering) You will say: "I’ve been weak; but I have tried to overcome. Father, I expect to advance more each day, with more faith. The ones that suffer get to know you more. I have learned to compare; to feel what internal coldness in the soul is, and to look with more interest around me. I have grown as a soul, l have faith, I believe in you Father. I’m not afraid to go ahead, l do not feel weak; I feel strong because God’s love is in me.” Good spirits, thank you for everything; yours is a great task. How lovely it is to be redeemed; to be alleviated, cleansed; and to be able to perceive the perfume that comes only from the kingdom of God.

Spirit of Helena: The Infinite Consciousness and Illimitable Love of God gives eternal life to the soul; it is a renewed consciousness of life upon departing; to be reborn radiant, well provisioned; confident, illuminated, with love and a blissful awareness of God.

422 There is always life; death does not exist. That’s the great fear of the ones that do not know the spirit world; nor do they know the truth of absolute faith. They do not know the principles of love; or that love exalts and gives life. God is life, life, life and eternal love. Spray your mission with a shower of fresh water that comes from that spring created by God; that is called charity. There are so many ways to love and to be charitable. Stay away from frustration; it only brings agony and grief. Fear life only if you do not know how to live; or if you do not want to simplify things to live in peace. Do not fear death; it does not exist; what you call death is a new beginning, emancipation; life is eternal. You have grown so much, dear little sister; l am proud of you Gilda. Monserrate: (Out of trance) Yes, I hear her….Helena left. Gilda, it is true; you really have grown spiritually so much. God bless you my daughter. We are going to give thanks to God, and to those good spiritual brothers and sisters. Protective spirit: That’s life, do not fight it; even dear Monserrate may have some time left. You have been very close, loving each other, and that’s what counts; as life goes on when you respect, love, and share with dear ones, that is what matters. I repeat: spiritual life is lovely; what happens is that crossing over is so important; better said, it must be done. When that moment arrives, one must be joyful and must understand; know that God loves us.

423 God is good, kind and just; everything will be fine; but it is not effortless. Gilda you must be strong and deal with it, at the moment that dear Monserrate and your elderly father depart. It’s not simple we know it; but if one does things correctly, they end up right. Just a little while ago you were surprised; (In reference to a movie, that I had done, singing and dancing.) by that scene captured on film. It’s real-life because you did it well; you remember that when you were young the entities helped you with their counsels in the preparation of that scene; and you did it properly because of them; in spite of your insecurity and your shyness. You’re grateful to them for urging you on; because you felt incapable, insecure; but with their help you did it well. (My son Karym, called wanting to speak to his grandma. We placed the phone by her ear, and she listened as he spoke of his love for her; and that he was arriving soon with his brother; that she was the best grandma; Monserrate nodded her head.) That soul loves her so very much; he is filled with love, always praising God. You are all part of a good chorus. Bless you all. No; our dear Monserrate is not going to suffer when she departs. Let her remain very still, and not speak any more. Let me tell you that we have been friends for a long time; friends that love and respect each other. There is an eternal family bond among some souls that are present here. Peace and love.

424 Monserrate: (Failing.) What day is today? (Collapsing in bed.) Gilda: Today is Monday. Mami, tell me what you heard. Monserrate: We are at a very delicate moment. Gilda I know it; but now we are going to remember pretty things. We are going to think about when we went to Puerto Rico, and visited the beautiful beach; you were reading; we prayed, and the spirits came to us. We traveled recently; remember? Then we went to New York and we had a good time with Karym. We have so many pleasant memories of this life, mamita. Monserrate: They love me so; the two grandchildren love me so much. Gilda: Yes, yes, very much. Now you are going to sleep peacefully, you are going to rest. Mother I want to thank you for everything. When you depart it will be happiness for you, because you are going to see beautiful places; multicolored skies. Monserrate: Love each other! Gilda: Love each other! That’s so beautiful! Look, it is a lovely afternoon; the sunrays are coming through the window. Today is the first day of spring; you love spring so very much. (She slowly looks toward the window.)

425 March 20, 2006.

Monserrate: There l go; l will go with God. My sister Pura; Mami, mami…They’re here. (Pause) Gustavo; many. I see a beautiful angel! (My brother Nel embraced her and stroked her legs. She looked directly at him and said nothing; indicating with her hands, that she was ready; it was the moment to go with God.) Nel: Yes mami; the good spirits are all here with you. The good souls that love you; they are helping you. Gilda: All, all of them; Helena, Alberto, your guide Luz, Don Isidro, Henrietta and Gustavo; everyone. I imagine that even Magdalena has a message from Yamara. They spoke through you, and they are grateful; loving you very much. Mamita, l can see you walking; you want so much to walk, and to run like a butterfly. Mamita, what do you feel? Monserrate: Joy. Gilda: Are you afraid? Monserrate: Of what? Gilda: You’re tired; your eyes are closing; you’re sleepy; sleep for a little while. (She fell asleep not to awaken again in this world.)

426 APPENDIX Protective spirit: I imagine that you know what a stretch is; therefore, the suffering; pains, grief, and the difficult moments; let’s put it that way; are arduous stretches. But not all of them are grim; sometimes we have good stretches. There are precious sunny days, and then there are some gray cloudy days, and later on we again have spring days, full of flowers; good days. Well, it’s the same with our evolution; at certain times we must go through unpleasant moments; slightly painful or with much suffering. We then become bitter; but if we think in a positive way and reflect; telling ourselves: "We have to jump over that stretch in order to advance; so that our lives and our spiritual evolution can be prosperous and faster, not so slow; thus these could be long and sure steps. Well then: that’s good! That’s good!” We can say that we believe in something eternal; in something that when we think about it, we feel at peace; giving us strength and vigor; and a lovely inner happiness; helping us to lead a life with hope and harmony. I would say that’s a prosperous point of view; a positive point of view. Spiritual life and faith are gifts from God and the gifts from God are given when deserved. He sees us, blesses, protects and takes care of us; He is a very good Father. All those positive elements give us fortitude to go on living; and we don’t think about the departure. The departure is a feast; yes, a feast. You well know that one must believe a very certain thing; we all have dear ones that departed before us. 427 Those souls are expecting us. They are souls that have completed their work; a mission that was given to them. Some are in a higher realm; because they have been good laborers in God’s vineyard. The Creator gives them some time to wait for us and to comfort us; to teach us the fine path to the "Beyond.” They are at peace and close to God; they have the wisdom because they have savored it; having delighted in that nectar of life in the "Beyond.” Those souls wait for us and they celebrate and rejoice. When we enter the spirit realm we recognize them, seeing their smiling faces telling us: "Here I am!” "I’m a bit behind; but I am making an effort to exceed.” I can tell you; that’s ecstasy! In that form there is redemption! If you believe in the sweetness of life in the "Beyond,” if you believe in a road that is a luminous path full of peace and love; if one is curious and searches for an adventure as certain as that; blessed by God; then one realizes that it’s marvelous to believe in eternal life. Enough said. Monserrate: This illuminated soul says very beautiful things my brothers/sisters. If we want to feel weightless, we can; if we want our cargo to be featherlike, and be able to reach our goals sooner, without pains; we can achieve it. Vastness, joy, love and lovely things await us. I am filled with peace and enthusiasm; my happiness is total, because I have so, so much. Thanks to our Creator and to the noble spirits.

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