FROM THE ANDES

  On a cold March morning in 2025, at 7:00 a.m., Danilo was crossing the Andes in his own plane when the aircraft abruptly began to lose altitude without explanation. Thick clouds completely covered him; by the time he emerged from them, it was already late. One of his wings brushed against a peak, causing him to lose all direction and crash into the thick snow on a hillside, which luckily cushioned the blow, allowing him to survive the impact completely unharmed. There was no explanation for his accident, especially for the methodical, serious, and professional man who overhauled and prepared his beloved plane, which had just died. He had no supplies, no clothes other than the one he was wearing, the cold engulfed him, and time was running out against the clock to survive. He had no choice but to walk the steep snow-covered hills. Danilo, a man of faith, called upon God, Jesus, and the angels, and set off on foot, what he had planned to do by flying. Although he was flying, he did it mentally, covering himself with faith, repeating biblical phrases that encouraged him. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me," "Nothing is impossible for those who have faith," "He will send his angels to you." He began his odyssey well, with all the vigor of his youth, but after 10 hours of seeing nothing but that inert, cold whiteness, his strength began to fail him. And this just as he realized that upon overcoming that hill, his first great adversary, he would see a hint of civilization. But not only was there another hill, but one much higher than the one he had overcome. But like a spark igniting in the prairie, his faith ignited, convinced that behind it, he would indeed see signs of civilization and perhaps even a city in the distance. That idea sprang up with such force and certainty within him that only it gave him energy, accomplishing the feat of transforming the truth of his imminent liberation into energy. Walking with strength on the lofty path. Happiness flooded him with great power just imagining being welcomed there by some peasants who would rescue him with great hospitality from such a situation. He meditated on how just that thought gave him as much energy as food or even a drug. Even in his delirium, he imagined... or thought he imagined... a story where a group of people is in an identical situation, and the leader, with a bold psychological strategy, assures his group that he was ready to give up and surrender to death, that he knows, and is very sure, that behind that hill lies the city that was their destiny. And just from those words, everyone regains their strength and continues more encouraged. But when they arrive, he tells them an identical story where the leader was lying to him only to encourage him to continue. But he tells them not to get angry because with that lie you gained a lot of energy and you continued. If you get angry, your enthusiasm will diminish and you will not capitalize on that energy that sprang from nowhere, from an illusion, but that indisputably generated real energy, because that blessed impetus that took you was real. And he did so to prepare them for the harsh truth: there was no city behind the mountain, just more snow, peaks, and cold. And the group understood and absorbed the pious lie well. Placed as if by the hand of an expert nurse to administer a reckless vaccine.

But that story within a story that Danilo thought he imagined made him sense that it was actually his angel preparing him for the cruel truth. After that stimulation granted by the hope of prompt liberation, behind that peak, his second adversary, there was only, just like in his story, more snow, peaks, and cold. But also like the group, he took it well so that his anguish wouldn't make him lose that energy that came from an ingenious illusion.

"Hello, angel, how are you? I know you're there," he said aloud and continued his walk, hopeless but with a powerful encouragement: he was surrounded by angels sent by God. And it wasn't on earth but in the sky, flying like them, where his liberation came from, because in the heights he saw the rescue planes and helicopters searching for them with the same desperation with which he desired them. Many years later, he did engage in dialogue with his angel when he was encouraged in his arduous psychological struggles in his personal mental and physical tribulation against demons and witches lodged in the celestial realms. The angel reminded him of the resilience of that experience because, engraved in his DNA, he could resort to it whenever he needed to. For the trip and the inexplicable accident had only been spiritual preparation for the long wait he would suffer until total liberation by his Lord Jesus in his long personal tribulation. The angel also reminded him of the famous phrases that he had also whispered to him emotionally on that occasion so that, secretly planted in his hypothalamus, they would flourish as willpower in his body. Those phrases were: It's incredible the strength the soul can transmit to the body. When everything is over, the best moments must have been those of struggle. Blessed is the man who finds happiness in adversity. Adversity and pain allow us to know our own strength. And a biblical phrase, perhaps the most revealing in the entire Bible: BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO HOPE IN HIM. Because those who fall are transformed from blessed to cursed in the act, by falling into darkness, after letting their reason and spirit be overcome by the emotions of their ego. The true enemy to be defeated and overcome. There are the complaints, the wailing, the trivialities that make us prey to demons. While the spirit endures and endures everything, immutable, stoic. And it is up to each one to distance himself from one and approach the other. This experience is so similar to the tragedy of the Andes, of the Uruguayan rugby players, a tragedy with so many enigmatic synchronicities like that of the 33 miners buried in the mine, where all emerged unharmed. And all at the same latitudes, as a signal to broadcast a powerful encrypted message from the farthest reaches of the world for all humanity and the difficult times that will come upon it, and the message is: LET MAN KNOW THAT MAN CAN. THE END. CHRIST, AND COME, LORD JESUS

I just want to add something to this very suggestive story... it's about the "if you believe it, believe it" trap that everyone has fallen into, encapsulated, caged, in a very clever trap like Bitcoin, another clever trap. The point is that yes, it's true I take great care with my words, but let's not forget that we already come in a certain segment of a plane predetermined by something greater than this self of here and now, and perhaps we even agreed with that. And if we now insist on changing the rules, we will only fail, crashing our heads against the wall of that trap. Doors are illusions, and keys are other illusions that open the first ones, but not just any one, but the correct one. Yes, everything is an illusion, but God gave us a law to get out, and that law is faith in Him: Yahweh and in Jesus. If you escape from that you will only fall into the clutches of your enemies, it's all about YAHWEH VERSUS PAGAN GODS, the light is not an invention of darkness from the moment there is a temptation to sin to marry. Be logical. Think like a lawyer because the final judgment is at every moment as Albert Camus said... if you don't eat Illuminati porn and you don't sin, and you have faith you are untouchable. If not, your freedom will only have the diameter of the devil's stomach... and if you insist on escaping from Jesus, don't forget his words in a parable of that king unwanted by some: "Bring them before me and behead them" because holy and terrible is Yahweh. SO SHOUT IN CHORUS JESUS ​​CHRIST SON OF GOD. If in the end they tell you we change the rules of the game it smells like a trap and is sulfur... God bless you. PRAISE GOD AND JESUS ​​CHRIST.