Introduction
Psychography
Arcoverde
IpojucaArcoverde
Riacho do meio Arcoverde
CaraíbasArcoverde
MimosoPesqueira
Pesqueira
Belo Jardim
In the ghetto
The return to the observatory
São Caetano
The museum
Restart
On the way
At the rural area
Bezerros
The Papangus
The crossroads district
The return
Gravatá
Towards Pombos
Vitoria de Santo Antão
Moreno
Finally, Recife, the capital of Pernambuco
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Final Part
Psychography
It was the day of 01/01/2015, agitated, dark, sombre, stormy morning, despite being the start of the new year, at a certain place in the outback of Pernambuco, where resting on a recently bought box-bed, was the glamorous seer, the old dreamer who had conquered the cave of despair and its fire.
Among conflicting nightmares that wake him several times during the night, he debates tirelessly in search of signs that would allow a greater realization of his deepest dreams. However, nothing seemed to promise anything.
At exactly 3H00 in the morning awakes from the last sleep of the night, gets out of the bed approaches his desk where are his notebook, his printer, books, the cable to connect the internet, forms and other bureaucratic papers.
He sits down on the chair, opens the drawer, taking out a pen and paper. The spirit of Yahweh agitates him and then he begins to psychograph.
A new era approaches and in these new times, I want to give you, my son, all the honour, glory and success deserved. I act in this way, because you are the only one on earth to understand me, to listen to me and to be completely obedient. Therefore, I tell you: Take your bag, your crook, your cross and follow me. Do not worry with what you are leaving behind and not with what will happenafter, for everything has been planned from the beginning of time. I want through you to touch the peoples heart, make them reflect and who knows take a new direction in their troubled lives. I am, once more, intends looking for the sinners, for as the old saying goes: Who needs a doctor, is who is sick. Those we believe, I promise eternal life and a special place in our kingdom. Those who reject it, they will have their names taken out of the book of life, for those who do not recognize the son they can see, much less will recognize the father who they dont see. The latter does not deserve the dust from your feet. Dont be afraid, will always be with you directing you internally. There are no secrets between us and my grace will keep you. Look for a signal.
The seer stops writing. He picks up the paper and gets worried. What was going to happen? At every moment that passes, the gigantic wheel into which his life has been transformed, becomes more interesting.
He has already reunited the opposing forces, understood deeply his dark night of the soul, revisited the past, has deciphered Gods code and now he was before more demands.
Tiredness was intense, and he decides to go back to sleep. He was sure that he would not be able to sleep, but at least he could rest his tired body. And so, he does: keeps the paper in the desk drawer, gets up from the chair and with four steps slumps on the bed. Now, it was just wait for day break to take care of the necessary measures.
Until this happens, he takes advantage for an inner reflection about himself, his mission and respective challenges, his social circles and its needs, his commitments, the daily battle and try to foresee the destinys nuances, each time more amazing. But the most important is that everything remained in peace and at the expected rhythm. His star would soon shine.
And so, the time passes. When the alarm clock rings exactly at 5H00 he jumps out of bed, gets dressed, shouts of happiness for it is a holiday, goes to the shelf, picks up the cable of the radio and plugs it in. In the same shelf he chooses one of his favourite CDs and plays it. He listens to three songs, undresses, picks up shampoo, soap, brush, tooth paste and shaving cream, razor, the towel wrapped round his needy, thin and sweating body. Leaving the room, he goes through two lounges and at the end of the corridor enters the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, removes the towel, put the personal items on the basin and starts the required procedures.