Point of reflection

I am at the precise point where the torment begins. I scratch my memories trying to grasp what day it is but it doesn't matter because where I am I don't have any pressure from Time. I'm trying to find what happened to me. This is not natural, I don't have my body with me. I look up a little further and realize that they hold it.

I wonder if this is just a product of my imagination, if I sleep and I'm dreaming ... I want to concentrate but at the side I feel a sharp pain. "Please don't torture me." Without sound, drowned within, I'm the only one who hears my voice. Ignoring what they want from me I look at my inert body, I feel the pain and I am aware but it is only me, my mind and this sinister confusion.

This is hell without a doubt and those seem to me my devilish captors. They make alchemy and cook my flesh. Between spikes and flames that burn and tear from inside I don’t know if I should shout or keep looking for the light until the torment stops.

Suddenly I hear the Voice, it is powerful but certainly is not from a god. It is the Soul that explores, between the Body and its Consciousness, the Pain. He stares and takes it in his hands while the distracted monsters engage with bones and flesh. He says to me, "Easy brother, it is not too late. Breathe and understand that salvation is in your hand and you will comprehend no matter the entire book of Time passes before your eyes."

“It is not Hell what you see before your eyes. You are passing through the Via dolorosa. You see nothing else but the effects of the deception in the senses that make the Life vulnerable, confused and laborious. You insist on getting out of these dimensional possibilities, that is your worth and potential; and even when you don't know how to do it right, you are attracting the grudge of those who want evil in this world. They confuse you between white and black that is all their magic, because in your anguish you don't understand that between these two poles is the whole color range.”

“So I say to you again, breathe. That which we call Evil also lives whitin you. Now you look at me with wide eyes, you do not know what happened, much less who I am. Well, I am part of them and I am also your beautiful soul, there is no contradiction, wake up! There are no demons, be alert, because we have the Desire that causes confusion. Do not fear them, what harm is there in cutting, shredding and effort themselves in torments? Just give Time to time and you will see them disappear.

As I could, I tell him, "I can not move."

Breathe, because I want to ask you one thing.

"I'm attentive, I've breathed."

To get rid of the torments, what is the solution?

"I don’t know".

Breathe and talk to me, be aware of something, I came to you when heard your screams, we have been talking for centuries and your cries of fear I merely stopped hearing.

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