TO YOXANAN (Transfiguration of the Black Father*)
*Note – Black Father it is one of denominations of a spirit which it is called in brazilian Umbanda as Pai Preto (Black Father) or Preto Velho (Black Old Man)
Sir, chief of the souls! Here I am, before thee, humble, kissing the dust of the plan earth...
Sir, this little I, as you know, have accomplished according to YOUR Orders...
Once, when in alerts your VOICE I launched, in warning YOUR advices I spread. Only the emptiness of a silence tomb was the answer that I felt coming from YOUR souls...
My Master! The land thou hast commanded to sow it is the most wild of all lands...
Sir! I dealt with the tools that you gave me: Truth- Logic- Reason, and how many times vibrate them without breakdown, I felt them “bend the edge” in the rocks of vanity and the premeditated incomprehension...
And even tough the seeds spreads have been fruited, I presage which very few people wants to taste their flavor.
Sir!... I confess and THOU well know, I have my soul disillusioned and tired of the clashes of the sub-plans... however, I will wait contrite YOUR orders.
What kind of determination the tomorrow will bring more to a poor “I”, which moan in the shadows of form and much know than was and few than might be? Sir- YOXANAN – my Master! Give me strength!
I feel “that” same causes of the past that generated of the reason of to be in my present, precipitating the same circumstances... and terrible dilemma of the “want and don´t can do – can do, and do not want”, to challenge, tyrannical, my own strengths... but what matters?
Sir! Maybe I saw Jesus martyrized in the cross of his infinite pain... and so acquire, in this vision, the breath that sustains me on a Mission- give the order, “here I am”.
Sir! I see celestial landscapes to reveal regions of the future and, how to contain anxiety when this things makes me feel the impatience of the present? Wait? Yes...
Cause waiting lives “who was, is, and will”...
