My brother Paco, one year older than I, was born with a considerable physical disablement, so that he needed on occasions some surgical interventions to ease his deplorable state. My mother, who luckily always was and will be an excellent woman, all heart, had to take care of all the necessary attentions for my brother and, of course, of the rest of the family.

When I was approximately 2 years old, my father had to join army service, for at that time, they had no consideration of a father who had to maintain his family.

Unfortunately, the situation grew worse, because my father got ill during military service, leaving both his legs disabled, and even worse, the army did not want to take charge of this deplorable situation.

So the circumstances given really did not present a good omen for the family.

My parents found themselves in a very critical situation, for my mother had to dedicate time to my father's attention. And logically, this was the reason he fell into a profound depression, because he was always a very diligent person, and now he saw himself helpless, because of his disablement and because the economical situation was very sad.

Luckily, God is always on our side, and He never permits a passing through penalties that would be unsupportable. He opens a way out of the problems we have to go through.

My father had a good friend, my godfather, who took care of us, helping my father, sometimes giving money to maintain the family, leaving the money hidden in some corner, where my mother would find it later.

Actually, this good man is ill, but I am sure that in the future God reserves a good place for him in heaven, when he has to go for the journey that sooner or later we all have to do.

But sooner or later my father hat to face the facts and seek a possibility to earn the money he needed to get along with his family. For my mother had to take care of my brother and other situations showed up.

And, why, he made it! I'll always thank God for His easing our penalty. My father found a job that permitted him to work in spite of his handicap, and this was how he achieved everything we needed, a home, food, etc.

I was always, as I have already stated in the beginning, very withdrawn, shy, and — I don't know why — somewhat frightened.

But strange things happened to me that I could not explain, I was unusually scared by the darkness.

Once I asked my mother about my grandfather, how he was, I had not known him as he had died before my birth. My mother explained to me that he was a very ductile and attentive, and this aroused my curiosity for him.

In my room, there was his photo, and one day, when I went to sleep, I talked to the photo, thinking that he would hear me, telling him how I would have liked to meet him.

At last, I fell asleep thinking of him, and the dream that followed, I will never forget.

Suddenly, I found myself in a marvelous meadow, surrounded by green grass and wild flowers, but for a moment I said: “Am I really dreaming?” I made this question, for what I was experiencing in those moments, had no likeness with the dreams I was accustomed to, this one was different, very real.

I continued observing. That meadow was really wonderful, I breathed an absolute calm, he sun flooded the grass that set off magnificently in that surrounding. Then I could make out a man, far away.

I felt absolute peace, nothing made me feel uncomfortable. I saw with curiosity how that man was approaching me, with a firm, calm pace. He conveyed love, I don't know how, but I could feel it inside me.

When I could distinguish his face, my surprise was very pleasant: It was the man for whom I had felt so much curiosity, my grandfather. He took me by my hand with much sweetness, and we spent a most wonderful spell together.

When I awoke from that marvelous dream, I felt happy, although I did not understand what exactly had happened, for at that time I was too young to comprehend certain things related with the spirit world.

All through my life, many more strange things have happened to me, which I could not explain, because I did not understand exactly the nature of what was occurring to me.

I remember on one occasion, as a child, I stood awake almost all the night before Epiphany, because I felt curiosity to meet the three Magi.

I saw how some figures wandering through my room, and I feigned to be asleep, thinking that those were the Magi and fearing that they would not leave me their presents, when they discovered that I was awake. How little did I imagine that those ones wandering through my room, were not the Magi, but persons from the spirit world.

Similar occurrences to those happened to me frequently, but the mind of a child does not understand exactly, how little did I imagine that I was born with a wonderful quality, given by God, the power to communicate with the spirit world.

I know, to many people, those things are incredible, but it is not my intention to force anyone to believe. That each one may judge for himself, and when there should arise the opportunity to consult an authentic medium, he should take advantage of the fact, considering if the reported facts are true or not. I say authentic, because unfortunately there are fakes, and their only interest is to trap victims and get to their money.

But there are fakes in every field, for example, there are persons pretending to be real doctors, but they are not. But this does not mean that there exist no authentic professionals in medicine, ISN'T THAT TRUE?

But his disablement still was a handicap, because he was emotionally affected. He realized that his legs were not like the legs of other children, and he locked himself up, and as a matter of fact, never left our house because of this complex. But he had to overcome this in some way.

My mother urged me to help him overcome, to force him somehow to go out and share my friendship with my buddies. And after much pushing, I really made him try to adapt himself and to recognize that his physical defect was no obstacle for his relationship to others.

Why, and how he succeeded! Well, he finally had those, who were my friends, as his closest buddies.

In truth, I felt proud for having achieved that my brother would enter relationship with some persons and really enjoy it. And so we came to form even a music band, giving him even more life. We loved music.

And so we enjoyed good times, and I felt stupendously well, because in the beginning, I had my problems, too, finding contact, for, as I have already told, I was very withdrawn and shy. It was really a sacrifice for me to adapt to the world.

Perhaps it was my brother who helped me, for my interest in his adaptation forced me to do likewise, and in some way or the other, I felt proud of all this. But unfortunately, happiness does not last forever in this world. As I have already commented, my brother had also qualities of a medium, and on one occasion he said something that penetrated deep inside me.

He was seventeen, and I sixteen, when he said: “My brother, my hour is very close, I can feel it, the only thing I ask you to do is that you and our friends carry me on your shoulders to my final rest.”

Imagine how I felt, I could not believe it. To lose my brother? Impossible, he could not die. I thought this was impossible, I knew that people had to die, but I never imagined that I had to see it in somebody I loved so deeply, my own brother, no, he was too young, people die when they are old (I thought).

How little did I imagine what would happen. My father found my brother a job similar to his own, for he did not want to study, and so he was happy to see his wish fulfilled.

On his first day, he returned very happy with his first salary, giving it to my mother, because for us, our mother was somebody very great, and for me she still is, I hope, God will keep her many years more by my side, although I know that from that day, when she has to leave, I will still have her with me.

This first money made my brother feel like giving her thanks for all the dedication she had for him. But fatality had to come amidst all this happiness.

That cursed day, at the end of the workday, we went to sleep. My brother felt very tired. We slept in berth-beds, he slept in the upper part. And like every night we joked a little, then we went to bed and I was disturbed by a feeble murmur.

“Mommy”, said my brother, followed by some strong snores and shaking of the bed. What a fool I was, I thought he continued joking, well he was a very funny guy.

My mother hurried into the room. “This can't be a joke,” I said to myself, something is happening, and, alas, what happened was that — due to an embolism — my brother was choking with his own blood. I dashed to him and took him into my arms. He looked at me for a moment like saying, “My hour has come,” and he died.

I'm still trembling while relating that occurrence, well I was only sixteen then, and it did affect me very much. My mother as like paralyzed, hours passed before she reacted, she did not speak, she did not move, that situation was almost unbearable for me.

Due to that happening, my mother and I fell into a deep depression. I did not understand, why that person I loved so much had to go away.

I also suffered enormously for my mother, that woman who clung to the clothing of my brother weeping disconsolately. I was mad with him. Why had he to go? Why did he do this to us? As if he had chosen to die that day.

I went on submerged in this sadness, and my friends forced me to go out. I had to face the situation, and God presented me a wonderful person, whom I married and with whom I have now two marvelous children.

But at that time, while my girlfriend helped me to come out of this trance, I continued to feel sad, but then strange things shook me.

During the nights, I heard somebody breathing at my side, I felt someone's presence, I could not find any explanation what was really happening, I asked myself, did I go crazy?

Soon afterwards, I understood that it was my brother who tried to communicate through those actions that made me feel he was still alive, that he had not left at all but continued alive and happy.

I told my friends about it, and they firmly believed in what I told them, because they knew that I was a person who liked to reason and search the logical in everything, but those occurrences did not have any other explanation than my real brother still being alive.

Unfortunately, while those events made me feel better, I was too young to understand what was happening. A sect, dedicated precisely to catch emotionally down persons, succeeded in trap me in their claws. They told me that those occurrences were the work of the demons that tried to deceive humanity. And if I would continue to give importance to it, God would be very angry with me.

Without realizing it, I as absorbed more and more by those persons, who, as a matter of fact, were destroying the lives of my girlfriend and myself. Now I understand everything and thank God for having left them. Unfortunately, few who are in this trap succeed in realizing the deceit, and even worse, one cannot explain them with proofs that those people are fakes, because they prevent them from talking with those who have abandoned the sect.

In my case, I had to take my brothers warnings from the spirit world in serious, on one occasion, he even raised the bed wherein I slept some 8 inches from the ground, warning me from the trap I was falling in.

But those people tried to convince me that this was not my brother, but a demon that wanted to deceive me. How stupid I was, it was them who deceived me.

Eleven long years they had us trapped, my wife and myself. She was not very convinced by the sect, but she thought, if I would do this, she would also, and she followed me in my game.

In that time, strange things still happened to me, but I ignored them, because I thought it were the demons trying to estrange me from God.

This time, I fell into a worse depression, I felt trapped, I did not see any way out, I thought, if I would leave the sect, God would destroy me in the future. God would raise the dead, and my brother was one of them, so I forced myself to stay with them, even with my doubts. My obsession was to please God and to see my brother again.

But this depression separated me a little from the sect, and when I had not much contact with them anymore, my mind got free, having an awakening to reason and to the realization of the deceit I was living, for after much time dedicated to them, they had absorbed me mentally and did not permit me to think for myself.

In those eleven long years, my life was an accumulation of failures, due to the time I had to spend in that sect selling their books without any earnings, well, that is their business, selling and selling literature, filling their purse, without finding any benefit for my home. They told me my benefit was God's approval, and that He would save me when He came to destroy the world.

I turned back most of the jobs because they would have taken much of my time and I had not been able to dedicate the time which those persons demanded, claiming that God would provide for my home.

Well, it was my parents who had to provide, yet I have to thank God for giving me so understanding and generous parents. That situation really was unbearable, triggering my depression, I felt useless, I had no way out.

As I already have told, as I separated a bit from the sect, because of this depression, I realized part of the cheat, so my wife and I decided to abandon them. I must say, although I thought of leaving, I did not dare to, I still had my doubts, and it was thanks to my wife that I did this step.

The moment had come to meditate over all that had happened, because although I had left the sect, there was still something to overcome, a kind of sectarian abstinence syndrome — I would call it this. It is like when a drug addict decides to get rid of the drug, realizing the damage done to his body, he knows what's happening. But this is not all the story, but he has to overcome the withdrawal symptoms. Well, in this specific case it is somewhat similar, I had to overcome that abandonment. So my depression grew worse, a went through very bad moments, I received treatment, because I could not sleep, thinking all the time if I had done the correct thing, so many years believing in something that I thought to be right, well, that is difficult to abandon.

Short time afterwards, I was going to read a book catalogue, because I like reading very much, and I discovered a book on sects. “This will solve my doubts,” I thought, and so I immediately ordered the book, and when it was in my hands, I almost devoured it.

While it did help me very much, yet it did not solve my doubts. I investigated the address of the author and sent him a letter, asking for more information on the sect that I had just left.

The author's name is Pepe Rodríguez, and I mention him here, because thanks to him I saw a beam of light. He was so kind to answer my letter and put me in contact with someone who had passed through the same circumstances as I had, now writing books in relation to the named sect.

Blessed be the hour, when those books came into my hands and resolved all my doubts. They provided clear proof on the sect's malign character, and I became completely convinced that I had done what was correct.

But there was still a long way to go for me.

In the beginning, hiding it from her, I let myself be guided by those strange occurrences, but I was satisfied, for the first time in my life, there was something to fill completely my spirit, and, of course, nothing or nobody would impede it.

But sooner or later, I needed the support of my wife. At first, as I said, she was somewhat averse to all that, because there was still something in her that made her believe that those things were not good.

But gradually she understood the reality, it could be realized like something pure, clean, very different from what she believed it to be, it really filled the spirit. It quenched the spiritual thirst of a human being.

We felt something very distinct, from what we experienced with that sect, nothing made us doubt. Those persons from the spirit world visiting me, were pure.

On one occasion, when I was sitting in the dining room, something happened to me that would have caused my death. I got very sick and needed someone's help, because without it, I would have died.

My wife was sleeping, she did not know what was happening to me at that moment.

Something woke her up, some insistent knocks in the closet of the sleeping room. She was a bit scared and immediately got up, thinking of me. Blessed be the hour, when my passed brother manifested himself that way, to warn my wife from the danger, and thus she saved my life.

My hour still had not come. I had a mission to fulfill. There were so many people who needed to be instructed not to see death as such, but that one continues to live in some other place.

This was the reason my wife finally manifested faith in all those events, and even more, she felt very thankful to my brother for the warnings she received that night. And she was happy having met him when she still was on earth. She knew that he was with us, and that he had not abandoned us.

Now we had to start a new living, I had to overcome my depression, and thanks to the reality I was passing through, I succeeded to get out of the pit I had been drowning in.

I had to find a job, for I had to maintain a family, because from our marriage, two marvelous children came forth.

The situation was difficult, I suffered from unemployment, there were many people without a job, I was aware of that, and so I knew it would be difficult to overcome this situation.

My wife helped me very much, and she even went to clean houses for hours. And I opened a small barbershop in our own house, although it was small, but we managed to arrange the place.

Things went well, the business worked perfectly, yet here the story does not end, there were still some novelties to come to my life.

I felt somewhat lost, I needed to know most exactly how I had to develop this God-given quality.

It is interesting to know that although one has this gift, yet one still has to develop, because the sensibility of the medium develops in time, one must learn which are one's own thoughts and which those of our brother spirits, for sometimes this can lead to confusion.

When you think that they are talking to you, it could be your own thoughts, yet time and development of the sensibility teach you to listen to them, because in most cases they communicate through thoughts.

First of all I will tell that I had to close the barbershop. Because the department we lived in was rent, and the owner wanted to sell it. At that moment, I did not have the funds to buy it. And even worse, that business was strictly o the neighborhood, reopening it in some other place would have meant to start all over again, and we simply could not afford it. We had to find a new house and a new work to earn money without risking it in another business.

We found employment, which did not pay much, but helped us to get along, together with the pay my wife was contributing. I'll always tell you, she is an excellent woman, as a mother and as a wife.

We moved, and we found a stupendous house for hire, much bigger than the previous one, additionally, the rent fitted perfectly, it was not too high, and my landlord was a stupendous and loving person.

Some months, when we could not gather the money for the rent, my landlord understood perfectly and was patient until we had the money. He knew that we would not leave a single month without paying, because we always paid the rent, even if it happened some days after the term.

I could not find out who it was, and even when I asked my brother, he did not reply.

I went to find answers from a fortune-teller, using Tarot cards. She was very nice and really solved some doubts, but only a few, because it was evident that she was not very developed, in addition, she relied too much on what the Tarot cards told her.

I am not against fortune-tellers using cards, I even use them myself from time to time, but I am well aware that it is of much more value what one sees our spirit brothers conveying, because there is no doubt about those messages, full of spiritual purity.

She gave me the address of someone who had experience in that field, and who knew mediums and had from time to time even helped them.

I contacted that person, and I have to recognize that he helped me in some way, but it was evident that, although he knew experiences of other persons, he had not the quality of communicating with our spirit brothers, so it was clear that he could not help me as he wanted to do.

He passed much time with me, helping me in an unselfish manner, gave me suggestions how to develop my healing quality, because it seemed that this was the main quality God had given me. I felt the necessity to heal people, I don't know how, but this presence I felt and could not identify, conveyed it to me.

On occasions I felt how my hands began to warm, I felt it like fire, and I realized that this happened mostly when I was near an ailing person.

One day, my daughter woke up with an infected eye, it was really very inflamed, totally closed because of the swelling. My wife, backing me in everything related to the spiritual, suggested that I should try a healing, for our daughter was in a state that made us very sorry for her, she was crying constantly because of the pain caused by the infection.

I was the moment to put in practice what God had given me. That night, when my daughter had gone to bed, I put my hand on her little eye. The person I have mentioned, who tried to help me, had given some advice on how to proceed with a healing. He told me not to touch the person, to maintain my hands at a distance of 2 inches from the place wherefrom the person suffered, and after ending the session, to shake my hands in order to release the extracted ailment.

That night, I put those suggestions in practice, but evidently I had to forget something, and I did not shake my hands. My daughter, after the healing session, was completely relaxed and slept quietly all night.

And the morning came, my wife awoke me somewhat excited and told me that our daughter was completely healed, there was not even a trace left of the infection, she was completely healed.

But something very strange happened. When my wife looked at me, she laughed, and I felt some discomfort in my eye. I asked my wife why she laughed out loud, and she told me to look in the mirror. O my, what a surprise, I discovered that my eye was completely swollen. “What is happening?”, I asked myself. How was it possible that I had developed that infection in a few hours? I immediately remembered that I had forgotten to shake my hands after the healing act of my daughter. I paid the beginner's error. From that time on, I said to me, I would never forget to shake my hands.

A few days later, my sister asked me if I could do something against her acne that had come forth. For she was desperate, she did not know what to put on her face to ease that problem. This time, I wanted to use a different method. I told my sister to boil some water, I washed my hands so I would not infect the water, and then, when the water had cooled, I put in my hand, concentrating to release that marvelous energy coming from the spirit world. I advised my sister to wash her face with this water using some cotton. She followed my instructions literally, and the following day she noticed some relief in her face. But she asked me to prepare more water, whereupon I replied that last day's water was sufficient for several treatments. And she showed me the water that was left from the day before. It was impressing what had happened. The water was totally turbid and had an offensive smell. It was obvious that the water had been spoiled in less then twenty-four hours. What had happened? My second beginner's error: Obviously, I had put to much energy in that water.

It became clear to me that I had a long way to walk through, I had to lean much, but it was evident that I had to practice that marvelous discovery God had given me.

I continued falling in the error of not controlling that energy. On another occasion, a brother of mine, the youngest, that morning awoke suffering from diarrhea. And he was very worried, because it was the day of the public festival, and in this state it was impossible for him to leave with his friends. I suggested trying a healing of the diarrhea, and he accepted gladly, he could not lose anything.

I started the session, putting my hands on his belly at a distance of approximately two inches, and when I had finished, my brother told me that those pains he had suffered, had disappeared completely, and he was healed from that discomfort. But something strange happened. When he went to take a shower, he dashed out of the bathroom without shirt, shouting that I should look at his belly. It was incredible, I had not touched him to heal him. Nevertheless, he had my hand marked upon it as if I had shaken him vigorously. Once gain I had passed myself in releasing that energy.

And so strange things happened to me, which I sometimes could not explain.

Yet I felt the necessity to get even closer to God, because in spite of the loving help I received from the spirits, something told me that I had de develop more thoroughly.

I felt very happy to have a quality enabling me to get a rapport with the spirit world, but as to the spiritual, I must say, I never feel satisfied, I want more and more. Well I am not a fanatic, but it is clear to me that this life is something ephemeral, where we get the opportunity to develop in some way, and that was where my seeking was targeted on.

Do we think that God does not answer our prayers? How wrong we can be! Because I can tell from my own experience that sooner or later, depends on how we ourselves see it, those prayers are answered.

A short time ago, when I was seeking information in relation to mediumship, I wanted to meet somebody who could help me in some way in the Internet.

And by coincidence — I say coincidence just to say something, but I do not believe in coincidence — I found a page, presenting the following title:

ANGELIC REVELATIONS – The Gospel Revealed Anew by Jesus.

My first reaction, I must admit, was, even in the Internet hide those sectarians, trying to trap adepts.

But my curiosity was stronger, in addition, I knew that I could not fall again into the claws of another sect, because I have a lot of relevant experience in my life, and I know their techniques perfectly well.

So I immerged myself into the reading of this publication. Surprise? O yes, the more I read, the more I realized that my prayers had been answered. “The Heavenly Father's Love”, this was something very deep, entering in my heart. Jesus manifested through his messages to Mr. Padgett, by automatic writing, what was the truth, the progress of the soul, what Jesus really taught when on earth.

I immediately contacted those persons by e-mail.

How great my surprise, an answer, unselfish, from someone I did not know.

One really could breathe love in those answers, and I have to thank Mr. Hans for his efforts in helping me, and of course, Amy, someone I can feel she is a wonderful person, as any person is who prays for the Heavenly Father's true Love. I could receive marvelous messages from Celestial Angels through my rapport with them, and I can assure that the answer comes fast. In the beginning, I could not believe that those Celestial spirits really communicated with me, but I realize that we all are God's children, and thus those Angels, although more developed, are our brothers who guide us and take care of us.

And I can assure the truth of those facts. I feel the Divine Love how it daily enters in my soul, and I want more, praying for this Love, and I feel God listening to me and answering

I realize that I have just found THE TRUTH.