Mensajes Espirituales

There was once a tiny little caterpillar who wanted to climb a tree. Crawling strongly wanted to reach the tree. For her it was a very stiff climb but I felt that was what I had to do. With it, my darling, there was another little caterpillar, she also had to climb the tree, this little caterpillar neighbor of the first felt he had to climb to the top but did not understand why and constantly doubted his way.

So it happened that the first conviction, was above all the bumps feeling was right. But the second, not knowing what he did, as constantly doubted, passed through the same bumps but felt pain, exhaustion, fear, watching the ground below the tree, and was terrified in case he fell, did not understand why the rise. And oh! Why was this origuita fears. The other wanted to help the little caterpillar, loved her since I was your neighbor, sister, and tried to help but I saw he could not because that would make do what I always saw suffering and pain. The increase was equally difficult, equally severe and often seemed to never end. There were doubts. There were serious problems. But tireless, strong, got up every day the little caterpillar and began his journey to the top in the canopy of tall tree. Missionaries of life left internal drive on an instinct stronger every day and solve all the problems.

They were together, although they felt separate and different, their hearts they knew it was a road that had to do together. It was. They leaned, one opened the way to the other and vice versa. Other times a food was missing and the other gave it. Do you need this path so hard? You do not have, but they chose to do it together as always, they remained united as souls. No doubt this love in their souls.

So our first little caterpillar seemed to cost, it seemed that I was very clear that this was the destination, the road to take. But our second little caterpillar cost him more and more I felt that there was some easier way to climb to the crown, could not understand how that was the easiest way. This road bumps, steep slopes. He recognized how you move and how it cost to go cost him each time dragging his body on the tree. I felt that life was staining, the tree would get dirty when she moved her body a bit about it, and every time, uncomfortable and tired had to stop to remove the tree Cortecito attached to his body. He did not like her body because he was not clumsy, awkward, slow. She wanted to be the tree, or be the tree. She wanted to be the Cortecito who remained in the body of his friend the little caterpillar neighbor, for he saw that these Cortecito lived very well, sticking to him, he did not care, so we gave them shelter, the heat was above the up to the top of the tree without problems.

Our little caterpillar felt really bad. And even though his friend told him that she was about, she felt increasingly more and more missing.

Imagine that one day they reached the top, imagine what happened. The little caterpillar first, our friend, he immediately began to make a little cocoon where getting later. House a cocoon where I felt like I had to do and then go inside to rest. However, the little caterpillar second, our friend, tired, stayed regret all the pain to upload all this. She felt she had been a long journey, she was tired, feeling ill, and it was, but he forgot to go increasingly making its bud, not realizing that it had reached the top.

At the end she was alone. Her friend put her body in that little shelter they had designed and she had yet begun. So he began to hurry to make that tiny little house for herself. It took a little work, not enough up the hill but we took it took so long to react to it was getting late. I felt that was what I had to do, but did not understand why he was so eager to get inside the house. So he put some little eggs at the entrance of the house and went inside the little bud that had made her own. It was not as big an asshole as his friend but did not flinch so long as it was before, apart from being so tired I just had no strength.

There he remained indoors, in silence, your secret. In the silence of his bud realized that nothing is forever and that life is one second. He realized that everything he had suffered was not as she remembered that just climbed a tree, as everyone does, but focused again and again in the bumps and not in the tree, every day his friend was more gentle, affectionate and friendly. She focused on her friend was not good, did not help, then asked to take her on their backs to the top of the tree, and now, in silence, I understood that it could not be. That he had to carry, like her, with her body.

He saw his friend crying every day, not for the effort, but could not carry it. And he was overcome with emotion. Both waiting time was so wrong that he will answer all your questions. Then she looked at herself and also felt that he had done well. The climb had been very hard, just as hard as any little caterpillar of the thousands who went up the mountain, but she was always accompanied, guided, at no time had to think where to go or what to do. Nor was lost, she was very easy, but was constantly poor, lost and tired. So while some little caterpillar paved the way for hundreds of other little caterpillar, it was all the time trying to climb it alone, and still tired a lot. He realized that he knew, he was blindfolded throughout the climb. But now began a new life. He was in the bud full of peace, of light. Do not want to leave because I felt there was intimacy and meaning to everything that happened.

He looked at the little caterpillar that began the road, that he was born. And realized how much beauty was in it and how much will and love and commitment. He was surprised to be full of hope, full of illusion. I wanted to say to herself, just then, that the road would be much harder than I thought, but then saw this tiny worm that began the road and knew that the road would be hard, very hard, but was happy to live . All rushed to get started. And I could not see why his soul was so much emotion in that first but realized it did not matter, what mattered is that from the beginning she knew that the road that was, I was doing the right thing, simply forgot to put the soul in what he did.

Suddenly he began to feel that the size was inadequate, he felt increasingly uncomfortable in their cocoon and felt that I had done the right thing, who had become too small. Once again he realized that he was moaning, complaining and waited. He thought it would be a thing of his mind that he had grown accustomed to the complaints and continued a little more there. After a while of waiting felt it was time to leave. That collection had already been long enough. We shall then went out and saw, first of all, their offspring out of their little eggs, breaking their tiny shells. He felt happy. Observed after the cocoon of his friend and saw that I had left. Where he tried to look but saw nothing and thought it would not have gone very far as they, the little caterpillar, are very slow moving very awkwardly and slowly.

But then something wonderful came to rest before it. It was a species of bird, small but beautiful, with elongated wings, golden yellow, with white and blue pinch. Full of light. In the eyes of that animal so special and wonderful, he recognized his friend and he, tenderly, he was approached by one loving appreciation and said now we are butterflies. She noticed. Was worth everything. It was also observed and had wings, which could also fly. He let his wings and realized how easy it was to fly to move.

How easy was it now!. He realized that life had been completely a road to this moment of encounter, recognition and awakening. He was happy, happy. And he began to move fast. A fly fast. The little caterpillar another friend followed the valleys, for the flowers by the river, walked after her till exhausted exhausted and returned to the top of the tree and settled next to each other:

- What now? - He asked his friend the little caterpillar.

"Now it is. We have lived, loved. We managed to live a full life.

And orugita realized that his life had a meaning far more momentous than had been recognized. And now, live forever together these two butterflies, embraced by his eternal love in a puff timeless.

Extract messages from the guidelines:Message from 07.09.1907

Altaïr Garcia