TRATAMENTO ESPIRITUAL, CIRURGIA MEDIUNICA , SPIRITUAL SURGERY TREATMENT

FRATERNIDADE ESPÍRITA PENA VERDE

AMOR FRATERNIDADE CARIDADE ESPIRITISMO

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THE ASTRAL CITY
           The story of a doctor's odyssey in the Spirit World.
                              By the Spirit André Luiz
                                     Through
ASTRAL cItY
                                                  TABLE OF CONTENTS
Preface to the first electronic edition, 6
Acknowledgments, 8
Introduction to the first English edition, 9
A New Friend, 11
A message from André Luiz, 9
Chapter 1 In the lower zones, 16
Chapter 2 Clarence, 19
Chapter 3 Collective prayer, 23
Chapter 4 The spirit doctor, 27
Chapter 5 Under treatment, 31
Chapter 6 Precious advice, 34
Chapter 7 Lysias explains, 37
Chapter 8 Administrative organization, 41
Chapter 9 The problem of nutrition, 44
Chapter 10 The water park, 48
Chapter 11 Learning about the Astral City, 52
Chapter 12 The lower zone, 56
Chapter 13 With the minister of assistance, 60
Chapter 14 Clarence explains, 65
Chapter 15 My mother's visit, 69
Chapter 16 A confidential talk, 73
Chapter 17 Lysias' home, 77
Chapter 18 Love, the food of souls, 81
Chapter 19 The newcomer, 85
Chapter 20 Notions about the home, 90
Chapter 21 Interesting conversation, 94
Chapter 22 The hour-bonus, 98
Chapter 23 The art of listening, 103
Chapter 24 A soul-stirring appeal, 107
Chapter 25 A generous initiative, 111
Chapter 26 New perspectives, 115

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Chapter 27 Work at last, 119
Chapter 28 On duty, 124
Chapter 29 Francis' vision, 128
Chapter 30 Inheritance and euthanasia, 132
Chapter 31 The vampire, 137
Chapter 32 Learning about Veneranda, 142
Chapter 33 Curious observation, 146
Chapter 34 Newcomers from the lower zones, 151
Chapter 35 An unexpected meeting, 155
Chapter 36 The dream, 159
Chapter 37 Veneranda's lecture, 163
Chapter 38 Tobia's home, 168
Chapter 39 Consulting Laura, 173
Chapter 40 As you sow, so shall you reap, 177
Chapter 41 A call to the struggle, 182
Chapter 42 The governor's address, 187
Chapter 43 An informal conversation, 192
Chapter 44 The dark regions, 196
Chapter 45 The music fields, 200
Chapter 46 A woman's sacrifice, 205
Chapter 47 Laura's return, 210
Chapter 48 The home prayer meeting, 214
Chapter 49 Returning home, 220
Chapter 50 A citizen of the Astral City, 225

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PREFACE TO THE FIRST ELECTRONIC EDITION BY GEAE

        News from the afterlife reach us since time immemorial. They teach us, alert us
and give us solace. From Saul consulting the dead Samuel (Samuel 28:1) on the direction
of Israel, to the disciples in Galilee (Matthew 28:16-28:20) visited by the Master after
crucifixion. From Peter freed from prison by an angel of the Lord (Acts 12:1-12:10) to the
voices which guided Joan D´arc for the salvation of France. Messages on the state of the
human spirit after death often remains hidden in these news.
        Messages translated into the proper language and customs of their times speak
us about heavens and hells, where human beings find themselves and the results of their
actions. These are more or less happy resorts according to the spiritual state of their
inhabitants. In many instances they are covered with poetry, as in Dante´s Divine
Comedy, or hidden under the symbols of the great mystics.
        Even recently, at a time of positivist science, the flux of news did not stop. On the
contrary, starting in 1848 it has grown increasingly, finding elucidation in the gigantic
effort of analysis and compilation carried out by Allan Kardec. Starting with "The Spirit´s
Book" (1857) they continued through "Posthumous Works" (1890), strongly intertwined by
the `Revue Spirite' (1858-1859). "To be born, to died, to be born again and always move
forward" the several plans of human existence are unveiled, each one endowed with
its proper aim within the great work of evolution.
        Spiritism, the set of teachings contained in Kardequian works, has organized and
spread    the interchange    of news    among      incarnate and discarnate. Groups   were
established    in several countries.       In the Brazilian   lands however    a propitious
environment for good mediumnistic work and practical application of the Spiritist
postulates was found. Bezerra de Menezes, Caibar Schutel, Eurípedes Barsanulfo and
many others vividly spread the "Good news", that actually death does not exist, that we
found ourselves under transitory study in this material world, that opportunities of
work and improvement abound in the "many Father´s mansions"...
        In a continuously changing world, in which the domain of matter takes place and
the human inner universe remains unknown, materialism seems little by little to
triumph over all the spiritual conquests, reducing to pious myths all the religious creeds.
In this world, Spiritism stands up straight, marching forward in the enlightenment of
people. At the very moment when man find himself far from God, a masterpiece shows
him his supreme target, shaping forever the behavior of future generations.
        "Nosso Lar" (or "The Astral City" in the present English version) appeared on
Earth in 1943 through the mediumship of Francisco Xavier and edited by the Brazilian
Spiritist Federation (FEB). The book tells us the odyssey of a recently departed physician
who introduces himself under the pen name "André Luiz" (see forewords by Emmanuel
and J Haddad). The author discloses a spiritual society, a colony of work located in the
vicinity of the Earth surface, where one finds the happy of sad results of one acts after
reaching   "the   other side" of life. Far    from abstractions   or purely philosophical
argumentation, André Luiz speaks about the actual reality of imperfect spirits still alive,
working and preparing themselves for the next life's struggles.
        "Nosso Lar" is an evolving society, much similar to the terrestrial one. It displays
many patterns of the Brazilian society at the time, forecasting other ones that would
arise in the following years. Using a comparison, "Nosso Lar" is a kind of spiritualized

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Rio de Janeiro or, more exactly, Rio is a material "Nosso Lar" in so far as many of its
inhabitants come from this spiritual colony.
        Putting aside the Brazilian feature of the colony, "Nosso Lar" is an universal
example. Wherever the human spirit goes after death, be it a spiritual colony of an
English speaking country or a spiritual town in ancient India, it always meets itself,
carrying   its conquests or past mistakes, beloved affections or inner enemies. In one
word, it goes to a place with which it has strong affinities. And then, perhaps under
different customs or dressings, the spirit finds a reality much similar to the one revealed
by André Luiz.
        So we strongly recommend to all our dear friends the reading of this work. We
also hope that it can consolidate the certainty in the afterlife and in the maxim "without
charity there is no salvation" as it did to many Brazilian fellows. We remark that just after
the edition of this book, as if reinforcing a practical teaching by Bezerra de Menezes,
Brazil saw the appearance of many Spiritist groups attached to the ideal of social and
spiritual assistance works. In this way, Spiritism became one of the leading schools of
thought in Brazil. Thanks to this book, we find today assistance works everywhere, no
matter how small the Spiritist group.
         Finally, we would like to recall one of the strongest messages of this book:
"work appears when the worker is ready". Let us be in the service of our beloved sisters and
brothers, that God will open the closed gates, placing us at the exact position where
required hands lack.
        Sincerely,
        Carlos A Iglesia Bernardo,
        GEAE editor.
        October 15th 2000.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

       The desire to have this classic of Brazilian Spiritist literature available in an
English edition was first manifested in the early 60`s.
       Ever since that time, several dedicated friends, moved by a sense of duty to
translate such an important story, had progressively submitted their manuscript for
evaluation.
       Having used parts of their work, we feel, therefore, indebted to all of them,
among whom is Evelyn Morales, Guiomar Saraiva, Hermínio Miranda, Ely Donato and
others who kindly offered us their assistance. We are especially indebted to Laura
Speeth Luczynski who worked on the final editing of the text. Mrs. Luczynski succeeded
in reducing flowery Portuguese into current English yet without altering the original
thought.
       This being a book of universal importance and altogether the result of voluntary
work, we cannot but praise God for the interest that it has found in the hearts of all those
whose efforts have contributed to make it available.
       Lastly, we wish to thank the Federação Espírita Brasileira for the permission
granted us to publish this English edition of "The Astral City".

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Introduction to the First English Edition.
         Through the course of history, man has progressively received information
about the afterlife according to his ability to assimilate it. During his brief sojourn on
Earth, man is generally too involved in his worldly affairs to be able to readily conceive
of an invisible plane of life. This being the case, his spiritual education could not but
move at an exceedingly slow pace from its beginning centuries ago.
         Revelations pertaining to a spiritual world permeate the scripture of all major
religions in various degrees.   These   revelations, or instructions,   however,   were
necessarily limited in scope, and at times cautiously veiled in fragmentary statements of
allegorical language. It is interesting to note, for example, how this instruction process
gradually develops in the Old Testament beginning with the idea of a paradise, and
continuing with references to angels or spiritual messengers, and then to chariots and
horses of fire, followed by the notion of a lower world or Hell, and many other similar
statements implying a transcendental world. In the New Testament, somewhat more
detailed descriptions are added, such as the state of Lazarus and the Rich Man after
death, the Lord's reference to "many mansions" (John, 14:2), the great and small in the
Kingdom of Heaven, and the "legions of angels" (Matthews, 26:53). There are also
details in some of the Apostles' writings, specially in the epistles of Paul of Tarsus and in
Revelation. A more significant step is taken in the latter to describe prophetic scenes of
what appears to be a real, inhabited world with horsemen, angelic beings, a city with
twelve gates, and the "pure river of the water of life" (Revelation, 22:1). The mechanics
of judgment and the importance of our deeds are also described in Revelation.
         After the Biblical period, only sporadic descriptions of the life beyond were
recorded, and these were sometimes separated by centuries. Among the better known
are to be found in the Mohammedan scriptures, in Dante's and St. Theresa's visions, and
in the writings of Emmanuel Swedenborg, Johan Kaspar Lavater and Joseph Smith. The
centuries that passed were apparently necessary for mankind to ponder, analyze and
digest the older revelations. In the mid-nineteenth century, however, this pattern
changed, and the information process began to accelerate. This change was marked
specially by a worldwide outburst of mediumship with an abundant flow of spirit
messages, and by Allan Kardec's codification of the Spiritist Doctrine in France. In the
century that followed, more information concerning the beyond was available to man
than in all past centuries combined.
         Spirit communications have always cause, and are still causing, a stir. They
have been misunderstood and misused at times, but regardless of man's reaction to
them, they are here for a lofty purpose and they bear the sanction of both The Old and
The New Testaments. Needless to say, these communications, to be constructive, must
be approached with a responsible and reverent attitude.
         The Astral City is undoubtedly one of the most remarkable works contributing
to this new awareness. It stands as one more sign that         a new era of transcendental
knowledge is in process, and that the age of veiled references to the life        beyond    is
receding.    Furthermore,   it presents to us a Spirit world of an      amazingly    realistic

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nature. At times, we tend to be surprised at the quasi-material aspects of 'The Astral
City' colony. After careful consideration, however, we begin to see the wisdom of God's
laws   which    afford   the    spirit   a   gradual adaptation to a life without the grosser
material body. It has been repeatedly confirmed by reliable messages that the etherical
replicas of the physical world are a common event in the next plane of existence.
Indeed, the similarities of the two worlds are at times            so confusing to the newly
departed that    the spirit mistakes     them for material life, often ignoring the fact that
death has occurred and that he has lost his physical body. Bearing in mind these and
other basic principles of transition expounded by The Astral City we begin to conceive of
a hereafter that is within the realm of Nature; a realm equally ruled by just laws of cause
and effect. The environment André Luiz describes in this book apparently belongs to the
category of an etheric advanced type of Earth life where spirits dwell while in
preparation for higher, more imponderable worlds or for the return to another
experience in the flesh.
          The lay reader may at this point be asking about André Luiz and his relation to
Francisco Cândido Xavier. In most mediumnistic works, at least two entities are
involved: the medium and the communicating discarnate entity. In the present case, the
medium is Xavier and the spirit author André Luiz, which is a pen name the spirit chose
in order to disguise his former identity on Earth for reasons explained elsewhere in the
book. The only available information about the identity of this spirit is that he was a
fairly well known physician who lived in the early part of this century in Rio de Janeiro.
The many attempts, motivated by natural human curiosity, to further identify him have
resulted in mere speculations. André Luiz has transmitted to the medium Xavier, mainly
through automatic writing, other books as relevant and revealing as The Astral City most
of which were published by the Brazilian Spiritist Federation in Brazil. Several of André
Luiz books and many of his individual messages have also been translated into other
languages.
          Francisco Cândido Xavier, or Chico Xavier, as everybody knows him, is a
medium all of Brazil admires and loves. His stupendous spiritual gifts and great literary
success (close to 250 books. Xavier has donated the copyrights of all his works, which to
date have sold in the neighborhood of six million copies) have not affected his goodness
and humility. Soon after his fortieth year of spiritual and social service, Brazil seemed to
awaken to Chico's effort and dedication. He was then proclaimed an honorary citizen of
Uberaba, the city where he now lives. This official gesture was followed by many other
cities and towns throughout the country, each also making him their honorary citizen.
His appearances before panels of intellectual on Brazilian television networks, some
lasting several hours, have earned him national respect for the wisdom with which he
answered, under spiritual guidance, the controversial questions put to him.
          It is with great satisfaction that we present to the English speaking reader this
highly significant book. We feel sure that after pondering its contents, our readers will
agree with us that the old saying "no one ever returned to tell" is seriously challenged
by this work and that, through it, greater light is shed on the words of the Master Jesus:
"In my Father's house are many mansions" (John, 14:2).
        August, 1986.
        S J Haddad

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A New Friend

Prefaces generally introduce authors, extolling their virtues and
enlarging on their personalities. Here, however, the situation is different.
There are no social records for a physician named André Luiz.
       Often real understanding and true love come to us hidden under the
cloak of anonymity. In order to redeem a disgraceful past in the process of
reincarnation, old names are wiped away and new ones take their places. All
bygone happening sink into temporary oblivion a blessing of Divine Mercy.
       In this way, a curtain has been drawn over André Luiz's former self.
Thus, we cannot introduce an earthly doctor and human writer, but instead
present a new friend and brother in eternity.
       In order to bring his valuable impressions to his earthly companions, it
was necessary for him to forego all conventions, including the use of his
name. He did so to avoid hurting loved ones still wrapped in the mist of
illusion. He acted with the same generosity as a reaper of corn, who avoids
giving offense to those tilling in the distance and does not trample on the
green fields still in bloom.
       We realize that this book is not the only one of its kind. Others have
already described the conditions of life beyond the grave. Nevertheless, we
are glad to have drawn to our spiritual circles one who might transmit an
account of his own experiences. He gives as much detail as possible to clarify
the laws that preside over the efforts of diligent Spirits of good will in spheres
which are invisible to human eyes, although intimately connected with the
planet.
       Many will surely smile on reading certain passages in this narrative.
Let me remind you, however, that the unusual has always caused surprise.

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Who on the Earth did not smile tolerantly upon hearing about aviation,
electricity, or the radio before their development some decades ago?
       Surprise, perplexity and doubt are common to students who have not
yet gone over their lessons. It is natural and most just. Yet we would not
think of criticizing our neighbor's point of view, although we might disagree
with it. Every reader must analyze for himself what he reads.
       We will refer here to the essential aim of this work. The Spiritist
Doctrine is rapidly increasing the number of its adepts. Thousands of people
are taking interest in its work, methods and experiments. Yet, faced with a
world of novelties, man must not neglect his most important goal his own
spiritual growth.
       It is not sufficient to investigate phenomena, adhere verbally to any
doctrine, collect and improve statistics, exhort the conscience of others, gain
converts or win public approval, however commendable all this may be on the
physical plane. It is essential to acquire the knowledge about our infinite
potential, and to use it in the service of good.
       Man is not forsaken on Earth. He is a child of God engaged in
constructive work, temporarily clothed in flesh. He is a student in a
meritorious school, where he must learn to raise himself up. The human
struggle is his opportunity, his set of tools, and his textbook.
       Interchange with the invisible is a sacred movement, functioning to
restore pure Christianity. Let no one neglect his own obligations in the place
he occupies by the Lord's design.
       André Luiz come to tell us, dear reader, that the greatest surprise of
bodily death is that it places us face-to-face with our own conscience, where
we build our heaven, remain in purgatory, or plunge ourselves into the
infernal abysses. He reminds us that the Earth is our sacred school which no
one could desecrate without knowing the price of this terrible mistake.

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       Keep his lessons in the book of your soul. They remind us that it is not
enough for man to cling to his human existence. It is necessary to know how
to use that existence worthy. The steps of a Christian, whatever his religious
affiliation, should move truly towards Christ. To this end we have great need
of Spiritism and Spiritualism, but most of all spirituality.
       Emmanuel*,
       Pedro Leopoldo, October 3, 1943
       *Emmanuel is F C Xavier's spirit guide.

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A Message from André Luiz

      Life never ceases. Life is an overflowing source, and death is only an
obscure effect of illusions.
       The great river follows its own course before joining the vast sea.
Likewise, the soul follows equally varied routes and passes through different
stages, receiving here and there tributaries of knowledge, strengthening its
personality and perfecting its qualities before reaching the Ocean of Eternal
Wisdom.
      The closing of our earthly eyes is such a simple event.
      The shedding of the physical body does not solve the fundamental
problems of enlightenment, just as changing ones clothes has nothing to do
with the deep questions of life and destiny.
      Ah, paths of the soul, mysterious ways of the heart! One must walk
their full lengths before facing the supreme equation of Eternal Life. It is
essential for you to live all their conflicts and to know them fully in the long
process of spiritual ascension.
       How childish to imagine that the mere "ringing down of the curtain"
would settle transcendental questions of the Infinite.
      One life is but a single act.
      One body - a garment.
      One century - a day.
      One task - an experience.
      One triumph - an acquisition.
      One death - a breath of renovation.
      How many lives, how many bodies, how many centuries, how many
tasks, how many triumphs, how many deaths are still allotted to us?
      And yet religious philosophers will speak of final decisions and
immutable situations!

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       Alas, everywhere we find scholars in doctrine who are spiritual
illiterates!
       It takes great effort for man to enter the School of the Gospel, and his
admission thereto nearly always comes to pass in a strange manner - he finds
himself alone with the Master, struggling through a difficult course, learning
lessons in an invisible classroom, and attending long lectures of unspoken
words.
       Long, very long therefore, is our arduous journey. Here our humble
efforts can bring you only a glimpse of this fundamental truth.
       I speak to you as an anonymous friend, in this anonymity which stems
from brotherly love. The great majority of mankind is like a fragile vessel
which cannot yet contain the whole truth. Therefore, we restrict ourselves
here to conveying only the profound experience itself in its collective values.
We will not torment anyone with the idea of Eternity. Let the vessels first
become stronger. Thus we dedicate this brief record to the eager spirits of our
brothers struggling for their spiritual ascent, who understand, as we do, that
"the wind blows where it wills".(John, 3:8)
       And now, my friend, let my thanks fall upon this paper, and thence
rise and merge into a great silence of sympathy and gratitude. Attraction,
appreciation, love and joy live in the soul. Be sure that in the depths of mine I
hold these sentiments toward us.
       May the Lord bless us.
       André Luiz.

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Chapter 1 IN THE LOWER ZONES

       I was under the impression that I had lost all notion of time and space.
       I was convinced that I no longer belonged to the world of the living, yet
I continued to inhale deep breaths of air.
       Since when had I become the puppet of irresistible forces? I could not
say. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in the dark cage of horror. With my hair on
end, my heart thumping uncontrollably, a prey to terrible fear, many times I
shouted like a raving lunatic. I begged for mercy and clamored against the
bitter despondency which had take hold of my spirit. But my cries fell only on
silence; or were answered by lamenting voices still more moving than my
own. At other times, sinister roars of laughter rent the stillness, as if some
unknown companion must be close-by me, a prisoner of insanity. Diabolical
forms, ghastly faces, bestial countenances crossed my way from time to time,
increasing my panic. The scenery, when it was not pitch dark, was bathed in
a lurid light, as if shrouded in a thick fog warmed by the sun's rays.
       Thus I proceeded on that strange journey. To what end? Who could
say? I only knew that I kept fleeing. Fright drove me on blindly... Where
were my home, my wife and children? I had lost all sense of direction. The
fear of the unknown and my dread of darkness had annulled all my powers of
reasoning from the very moment I had broken free of my physical body in the
grave.
       My conscience tormented me. I would have preferred the total absence
of reason, or non-existence. Copious tears ran constantly down my cheeks,
and only rarely was I blessed with a few minutes of sleep. What rest I had
was often interrupted as monstrous beings awoke me and mocked me, and I
was obliged to go on fleeing.
       I saw now that I was on a different plane of life, which rose from the
emanations of the Earth. But it was too late. Anguish weighed heavily on my

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mind, and when I started making plans for action, numerous incidents would
lead me on to bewildering avenues of thought. Never had the religious
question   loomed   so large   before my eyes. Principles, purely political,
philosophical and scientific, now seemed to me of secondary importance to
human life. Although they were valuable acquisitions on Earth, I had to
admit that mankind was not made of transitory generations, but of immortal
Spirits on their ascension to a glorious destination. I was beginning to realize
the existence of one thing that stands above all that is material or
intellectual: Faith a divine manifestation to man. Such an analysis,
however, came too late. It is true that I was familiar with the Old Testament
and had often read through the Gospels. But I was forced to recognize that I
had never searched the sacred writings with the light of my heart. I had
embraced the interpretation of writers who were not inclined to sentiments
and conscience, an who were, at times, even in open disagreement with the
fundamental truths. On other occasions, I had taken an ecclesiastical point of
view, entering voluntarily into a circle of contradictions.
       In truth, I did not believe that I was a criminal in my life, though my
philosophy of living for the immediate present had absorbed me fully. My
earthly life, now transformed by death, had been no different from the life of
so many others.
       Born of perhaps excessively generous parents, I had graduated from
the University without much effort, and shared the dissipation and vices of
the youth of my time. Later, when I married and started a family, I was
blessed with children, gained a stable and lucrative position, and was spared
all financial worries. Yet on self-examination I feel deeply that I had wasted
time and I now hear the silent pangs of my conscience. I had lived on Earth,
enjoyed its benefits, reaped the good things of life, and yet never contributed
anything towards the repayment of my heavy debt. I had completely ignored
my parent's generosity and sacrifices, just as I had ignored those of my wife

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and children. I had selfishly kept my family only to myself. I had been given a
happy home, and had closed my doors to those seeking help. I had delighted
in the joys of my family circle, yet never shared that precious gift with my
greater human     family.   I had neglected   to undertake   even the    most
elementary duties of fraternal solidarity.
      Now that my life was over I was like a hothouse plant, unable to
withstand the weather of eternal realities. I had not cultivated the divine
seeds the Father of Life had sown in my soul. They were choked by the weeds
of my insatiable desire for comfort and enjoyment. I had not trained my
faculties for this new life. It was only right, then, that I should enter it like a
cripple, thrown into the infinite river of eternity, unable to swim, or like a
wretched beggar at the end of his strength, wandering about in the middle of
a stormy desert.
      Oh, dear friends on Earth! How many of you may still avoid the bitter
road of sorrow by cultivating the inner fields of your heart. Light up your
lamp before crossing the threshold of the shadows. Search for Truth, lest the
truth find you unprepared. Sweat and toil now, lest you weep afterwards.

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Chapter 2 CLARENCE

       Suicidal criminal! Infamous wretch! I heard insults from all directions.
But where were they coming from? At times I caught glimpses of them as
they slipped in and out of the darkness. Through my despair, mustering all
my strength, I threw myself against them. In vain I beat the air in my show
of rage. I heard laughter as they vanished again into the shadows.
       Whom could I turn to for help? I was tortured by hunger and parched
with thirst. The demands of my physical existence on Earth continued here:
my beard kept growing, my garments were beginning to show the signs of my
struggles. Yet the most painful part of my trial was not the pitiful abandon in
which I found myself, but the incessant attacks of the evil forces which
surrounded me in the darkness. I was unnerved and utterly unable to
coordinate my situation, to weigh its causes and establish new currents of
thought. But those accusing voices bewildered me beyond my imagination.
       "What are you seeking, you miserable fool? Where are you going,
suicidal wretch?" Such accusations, ceaselessly repeated, threw my mind into
absolute confusion. I might well be miserable, but suicidal? Never! Those
charges were wrong, as far as I could see. I had left my body most
unwillingly, after a desperate struggle with death. I could still hear the last
medical diagnosis at the hospital. I remembered clearly the efficient care and
the painful dressings during those weary days that followed my intestinal
operation. The recollection of the closing scenes of my earthly days was so
vivid that I could even feel the touch of the thermometer and the disagreeable
prick of the hypodermic needle. Finally, my last recollection before my great
sleep: my wife, still young, and my three children gazing at me in anguish at
the prospect of eternal separation. Then, afterwards, my awakening to dreary
and damp surroundings, to a never-ending nightmare flight.

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       Why was I being accused of suicide when I had been forced to give up
my hope, my family and all that I held dear?
       Even the strongest man must come to the end of his emotional powers
of resistance. So it was with me. Firm and resolute at the start, I gradually
began to fall into long lapses of depression, and in my total ignorance of the
fate in store for me, my usual fortitude yielded to despondency. More and
more frequently tears welled in my eyes, long pent-up in heavy heart.
       To whom could I appeal? With all of the sophisticated intellectual
culture I had brought from the world, I could do nothing to alter my present
situation. Before the Infinite, my knowledge was like a tiny soap bubble,
blown about by the impetuous winds of the transformation. Surely I was not
out of my senses! I did not feel different. I felt that my conscience was alert
and that I was essentially the same man with the same feelings and culture
as before. My physiological needs continued unchanged. A gnawing hunger
preyed on my every fiber; yet in my ever-increasing weakness I never reached
the point of complete exhaustion. Now and then I came across some wild
herbs growing along mere trickles of water.
       I devoured the unfamiliar leaves and drank the water avidly. I could
stop only a few seconds at a time, for those irresistible forces were ever
spurring me on. Oftentimes I tasted the mud by the roadside, recalling with
burning tears the daily bread of olden days. Frequently I was obliged to hide
from enormous herds of monstrous beings which trampled past me like a
band of insatiable beasts. Those were blood-curdling sights! When my despair
had almost reached its climax, it began to dawn on me that somewhere a
Creator of Life must exist. The thought seemed to comfort me. I, who in the
world had hated all religious creeds, was now feeling the need for spiritual
consolation. As a physician who prided himself on his ultra-modern principles
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failure. Gone was all the self-importance which had seemed so real to my
eyes. I saw now that I had to change my mental attitude.
      When at last I came to the end of my strength and lay helpless in the
mire, unable to rise, I implored that Creator of All Things to take pity on me
and come to my aid in my desperable plight.
       How long did my pleading last? How may hours did I spend praying
like a frightened child? It was impossible to say. I only knew that copious
tears ran down my cheeks and my whole being seemed to merge into one
anguished plea. Had I been utterly abandoned? Was I not also a child of God,
although in the whirl of earthly vanities I had never given a thought to His
divine works? I knew the Eternal Father would         surely forgive me. Did He
not extend His loving care to the birds of the air and flowers of the field?
      Ah, one must suffer a great deal in order to understand the mysterious
beauty of prayer. One must know remorse, humiliation and utter misery to
fully appreciate the sublime sweetness of Hope! It was at that moment that
the dense mist all around cleared away, and a person came forward. An
envoy from Heaven! He was a fatherly old man, who bent over me and gazed
intently into my face with his large, clear eyes. With a benevolent smile he
said to me:
      "Courage, my son! The Lord has not forsaken you." Heart-felt tears
seemed to flood my very soul. I tried to express my grateful relief, to thank
him for the consolation he had brought, yet I only had the strength to ask:
"Who are you, generous messenger of God ?"
       My unexpected benefactor smiled kindly and replied: "My name is
Clarence. I am only a brother."
      And, noticing my exhaustion, he added: "You must keep quiet and
calm. It is necessary for you to rest to restore your strength."
      Then we called two persons who were waiting attentively, and ordered:
"Let us provide our friend with first aid."

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They spread a white sheet on the ground and, using it as an emergency
stretcher, prepared to transport me. They lifted me gently. Then Clarence
spoke to his assistants: "Let us start without delay. I must reach the Astral
City as soon as possible."

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Chapter 3 COLLECTIVE PRAYER

       As we advanced, I saw from my stretcher the pleasant surroundings
which slowly unfolded to my view. Clarence, leaning on a staff made of some
luminous substance, stopped before a heavy gate built into a great wall which
was covered with a flowery wine. He touched a certain spot in the wall, the
gate opened wide, and we entered in a silent procession.
       A warm glow bathed everything there. The graceful play of lights in
the distance reminded me of a beautiful sunset in springtime. As we
proceeded, I saw before me charming buildings and beautiful gardens. At a
sign from Clarence my stretcher was laid down and in front of us there stood
an entrance to a great white building similar to an earthly hospital. Two
young men in white tunics ran eagerly to my stretcher, moved me into an
emergency bed, and carried me in. Before he left, I heard Clarence say: "Take
him to the pavilion to the right. I am expected elsewhere now, but I will come
to see him in the morning." I gave that generous old man a parting smile of
gratitude as I was taken away to a large, pleasant, richly furnished room and
laid on a comfortable bed.
       My heart was overflowing with gratitude towards my kind attendants.
I tried to address them but only managed to ask: "Friends, I beg you, what is
this new world I find myself in? From what star does this bright invigorating
light emanate?" One of them laid a tender hand on my forehead as if I were
an old friend, and explained: "We are located in the spiritual spheres close to
the Earth, and the Sun that is shining on us at this moment is the same one
that warmed you on Earth. However, our visual perception is far keener here.
We can see that the star the Lord lighted to guide our activities is far more
beautiful than we ever realized while on Earth. Our Sun is a divine source of
life which has its light's source in the Creator of All Things."

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          I felt a profound sense of veneration and awe as I gazed at the soft
light streaming through my window. I realized that on Earth I had never
looked up at the Sun and raised my thoughts to the One, in His infinite
mercy, had given it to us to shine on our journey. I was like a blind man who,
after living so long in darkness, is blessed with the ability to see the splendor
of nature.
          Just then they brought me some stimulating broth and a glass of cool
water, refreshing water. The water seemed infused with some divine fluid1,
for just a little of it quickly produced a reviving effect. The food, whether a
soothing nourishment or extraordinary medicine, revived me beyond my
expectations; new energies pervade my entire being and profound emotions
stirred in the depths of my spirit. I ate, unaware of the experience which was
soon to follow.
          I had scarcely finished when heavenly music soft waves of sound
rising to higher spheres floated into my room. That wonderful melody went
straight to my heart. I looked to my attendant for some explanation, and he
said: "This is the eventide service of the Astral City. Every department of this
colony of service, dedicated to Christ, is attuned with the prayers at the
Government             House. Now stay here in peace. I will return as soon as the
service is over." As he prepared to leave, I was suddenly filled with anxiety.
"May I go with you?" I pleaded. "You are still weak," he explained, "but if you
feel that you can..."
          That music had filled me with renewed energies, yet I was barely able
to rise from my bed. Aided by my attendant and with faltering steps I
reached the enormous hall where a great assembly was praying in deep,
silent concentration. The delicate garlands of flowers which hung from a
brilliantly lit dome seemed to form a symbol of higher spirituality. I could

          1 In Spiritist terminology, fluid and fluids designate a substance of magnetic nature
that can be manipulated by both spiritual beings and man on Earth.

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hardly contain my feelings of overwhelming surprise. No one seemed to notice
my presence they all looked as if they were waiting for something. I had to
work to hold back all of the questions forming in my mind. I quickly noticed
in the background an intensely bright light reflected on a giant screen. By
some process of advanced television, a marvelous temple appeared on the
screen a moment later. In it was the image of a venerable old man, dressed in
white, sitting in prayer. Around his head shone a halo of brilliant light.
Slightly below him, seventy-two figures accompanied him in silent prayer. I
was surprised to see that Clarence was among the.
          I was unable to restrain my curiosity. I pulled at my attendant's arm,
and he responded, whispering so softly his words resembled the murmuring
of a light breeze: "Keep quiet. All the residences and institutions of the Astral
City are praying, with the Governor through long distance projection of sound
and light. Let us praise the invisible Heart of Heaven." He had scarcely
finished speaking when the seventy-two figures began singing a sweet and
exquisitely beautiful hymn. As I looked at Clarence, his countenance seemed
to shine with an intense high light. The celestial voices rose in melodious
cadences, in a most beautiful hymn of gratitude. Mysterious vibrations of
peace and joy floated in the atmosphere, and as the silvery notes died away, a
wonderful heart, blue with golden rays2, became visible above us in the same
distance. Soft music began, seeming to arise perhaps from distant spheres,
and suddenly we were showered with beautiful flue flowers.
          Although I could easily seem them, I could not grasp those tiny flowers
with my hands. On touching our foreheads they melted away, and at one

          2 Note by the spiritual author: "A symbolic image created by the mental
vibrations of the Colony."

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touch of their fluidical petals I felt an extraordinary surge of energy, as if
some soothing balm had been applied to my heart.
As soon as the impressive service was over I returned to the chamber,
tenderly aided by my assistant. I was no longer the ailing patient of a few
hours before. The first collective prayer I had attended at the Astral City had
worked a radical change in me. An unexpected peace filled my soul for the
first time in many years of suffering, and my heart, so long empty, was once
again filled with hope.

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Chapter 4 THE SPIRIT DOCTOR

          I awoke the following day after a deep, refreshing sleep. A comforting
light poured through my window, bathing everything in the room with
radiance and felling my heart with hope. I felt like a new man, filled with
renewed energy and the joy of living. Only one thing clouded my soul I
longed for my home and for my family so far away.
          Numerous questions troubled my mind, but my feeling of relief was so
great that it calmed my spirit and kept me from further contemplation. I
wanted to get up and enjoy the beauty of my surroundings but I could not. I
realized that without the magnetic cooperation of my attendant I would not
be able to leave my bed.
          I had scarcely gotten over the many experiences when the door opened
and Clarence entered, accompanied by a friendly stranger. They greeted me
cordially, wishing me peace. My rescuer from the Lower Zones3 asked about
my general health, and my attendant quickly came to inform him.
          Clarence smiled and introduced his companion, brother Henry de Luna
of the medical staff of the spiritual colony. Brother Henry was dressed in
white and his face radiated benevolence. He examined me at length, then
smiled and spoke:
          "It is a pity that you've come here by way of suicide."
          Clarence remained calm but I felt a surge of revolt within me. Suicide?
I remembered the accusations of those perverse beings in the Lower Zones.
Even though I was grateful to my benefactors, I couldn't accept this
accusation.

          3 Lower Zones are the shadowy regions where excessively self-centered souls or those
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      "I believe you are mistaken," I said, distressed, "my departure from the
world had other causes. I fought over forty days trying to overcome death. I
suffered through two serious operations because of an intestinal occlusion."
      "Quite so," the doctor continued, calm and perfectly composed, "but the
occlusion was the result of very serious causes. Perhaps you haven't thought
it over enough. The spirit body presents within it a complete history of the
actions practiced on Earth."
      Leaning over me, he went on, pointing to different parts of my body.
"Let's look at the intestinal zone," he said, "the occlusion was due to
cancerous elements, which in turn arose from some indiscretions of yours, in
which you contracted syphilis. The disease might not have assumed such
grave characteristics had your mental attitudes been firmly based on the
principles of moderation and brotherly love. Instead, you chose a dark,
exasperating way of life which attracted destructive vibrations from those
around you. You never imagined that anger attracts negative forces, did you?
Your lack of self control and your thoughtlessness in dealing with others,
whom you so often unthinkingly offended, frequently left you under the
influence   of sickly and   inferior beings.   These circumstances     greatly
aggravated your physical state."
      After a long pause, in which he went on examining me attentively, he
continued: "Have you observed, my friend, that your liver was damaged
through your action? That your kidneys were also mistreated in your reckless
disregard for the divine gift of physical existence?"
      I felt deeply disappointed, but the doctor, seemingly unaware of my
anguish,   continued   to clarify: "The bodily organs   possess incalculable
reserves in accordance with the Lord's designs. You, my friend, evaded many
excellent opportunities    and wasted    the precious   blessing of physical
existence. The long term assignment which you had been given by those of
greater spiritual accomplishment was reduced to half hearted attempts at

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work which you never completed. Your entire gastronomical system was
destroyed as a direct result of your "harmless" excesses in food and drink, and
your essential energies were devoured by the syphilis you contracted through
still other excesses. As we see, the diagnosis is incontestable."
I thought about problems of human life, and reflected on the many
opportunities I had lost. In my life on Earth I had own many masks, tailoring
them to the situation at hand. I hade never imagined I would be asked to
account for those seemingly unimportant episodes. I had at that time
conceived of human error according to human laws everything not
prohibited by those laws was natural and acceptable. Here, however, I found
another system of judging those errors. I was not confronted by stern judges
pronouncing harsh verdicts, or facing torture or the infernal abyss. Instead,
smiling benefactors commented on my weaknesses as if they were dealing
with a wayward child. Their superior compassion struck a blow to my human
pride. If only I had been tormented by diabolic beings I would have found my
failure less bitter. Clarence's sympathetic kindness, the doctor's warm tone
and the attendant's good-natured patience all served to turn my pride to
shame. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed brokenheartedly,
realizing that Henry de Luna's conclusions were irrefutable. I admitted the
full extent of my faults. Only one torturing truth now remained before me: I
had truly committed suicide. I had wasted the precious opportunity of human
life, and was nothing more than a castaway rescued by charity.
It was then that Clarence, stroking my hair in a fatherly manner,
spoke: "Stop lamenting, my son. I went in search of you in answer to the
intercessions of those who love you in the higher spheres. Your tears will
grieve their hearts. Surely you would rather show your gratitude by
remaining calm during the examination of your faults, wouldn't you? True,
your diagnosis points clearly to suicide, but I assure you that hundreds of
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your heart. Use the treasure of repentance well; keep the blessing of remorse
in your soul, however late it has arrived. Don't forget that worrying doesn't
solve our problems. Put your trust in the Lord and in our brotherly devotion.
Rest your troubled heart; for many of us have already gone the same way as
you." At these generous words I rested my head against his shoulder and
wept.

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Under Treatment       "Are you Clarence's ward?"
       The question was put to me by a young man with a singularly kind
expression. He smiled as he entered, carrying what looked like a large
medical bag. I nodded that I was, and he introduced himself:
       "I am Lysias, your brother. My director, Assistant Doctor Henry de
Luna, has placed you under my care as long as you need treatment."
       "Are you a medical assistant?" I asked.
       "I am a visiting attendant in Health Service. As such, I not only help
with the nursing but also go on rounds, alerting the doctors when help is
needed, and attending to the needs of newly arrived patients."
       Noting my interest, he went on:
       "There are many such assistants here in the Astral City. Naturally, as
a newcomer, you are still unaware of the extent of our activities. Just to give
you an idea, there are over one thousand patients in this ward alone, and this
is one of the smallest buildings in our hospital."
       "This is truly wonderful!" I exclaimed.
       Lysias, perceiving that I was about to continue repeating my praises,
rose quickly from his chair and carefully began his examination.
       "Your intestinal zone shows serious lesions and unmistakable signs of
cancer, your liver is ruptured in several areas, and your kidneys evidence
signs of premature failure. Do you know what that means?"
       "Yes, the doctor explained it to me yesterday. These disturbances are
all of my own doing...."
       Noting my obvious embarrassment at this confession, he continued:
       "In the group of eighty patients under my care, fifty-seven are in the
same condition as you. Did you know that other patients arrive mutilated?
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used the gift of agility in crime come to us paralyzed or legless. Still others
who have lived sexually depraved lives enter spirit life totally insane. "
       "The Astral City is not a settlement of triumphant spirits, in the
common sense of the word. We are happy because we have constructive work
to do, and there is job in every corner of our Colony because the Lord blessed
us with the opportunity to serve."
       He   paused   briefly, and I exclaimed: "Please go   on with    your
explanation, Lysias.    I feel so peaceful and relieved. Isn't this a heavenly
abode for the spiritual elect?"
       Lysias smiled and answered: "Let's keep in mind the old teaching
`many are called but few are chosen'."
       Gazing at the distant horizon, flooded with memories from his own
past, he continued: "Many religions on Earth summon us to the Celestial
Feast. No one who has once felt the existence of God can deny that in good
conscience. Yes, many are called but few answer the call. Most of mankind
accepts a different invitation instead. We waste our opportunities, straying
from our chosen path, allowing our whims to rule our lives and thoughtlessly
destroying our bodies. The ultimate result is that thousands of us leave the
world in a state of confusion countless multitudes of insane, diseased and
ignorant spirits wander as you did in the spirit spheres close to the Earth."
       Seeing my astonishment, he inquired: "Did you believe that physical
death brings us to miraculous places? We must work hard and perform
difficult services to achieve spiritual growth. If we have debts on the planet
we must inevitably return to repay them, regardless of the progress we have
made, breaking the chains of hatred and replacing them with the sacred
bonds of love. It wouldn't be fair to ask others to clear the field in which we
ourselves have sown thorns. That is what is meant, my friend, by the saying
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       Confronted with the idea of individual responsibility, and remembering
my own errors, I could not help but decry my perversity. But before I had
time to vent my remorse my kind attendant lifted up his hand and spoke:
       "Stop. Let us concentrate on the work to be done. Those who are
sincerely repentant must learn to be silent and start anew."
       He carefully proceeded with a magnetic treatment, and then, while
treating the area around my lower intestines, he continued his explanation:
       "Have you noticed the specialized treatment of your cancerous zones?
You see, all honest work in the field of medicine is based on loving care, but
the actual healing is left to the patient. You will be treated with great care,
and will fell as fit as you did as a youth on Earth. You will work hard, and I
believe you will become one of the best assistants in The Astral City.
       However, the case of your infirmities will stay with you until you have
eliminated all traces of your indiscretions and misuse of your health which
still remain in your spirit-body. Our earthly body, so often misused, is given
to us as a blessed instrument through which we can cure our spirit, if we
dedicate ourselves to the task."
       I meditate deeply on what I had just heard, thinking on the infinite
mercy of God, and was moved to tears. Lysias calmly finished the day's
treatment and the spoke:
       "Tears are purifying medicine when they aren't caused by feelings of
revolt. So cry, my friend, and ease your heart. Let us bless our physical body
with its countless microscopic cells, so humble and precious, so detested yet
so sublime for the service they render us. Without them, how many
thousands of years we would spend wrapped up in the mists of ignorance."
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Chapter 6 PRECIOUS ADVICE       The following day, after the evening prayer, Clarence came to see me
accompanied by my attendant. Radiating kindness, he asked affectionately:
       "How are you? A little better, I hope?"
       Like any patient on Earth who suddenly finds himself the center of
attention, I was moved to self-pity. Reverting to my old habit of abusing
brotherly love, I began to complain:
       "I do feel a little better, but I am still suffering a great deal. I hurt
below my stomach and I feel a strange sense of anguish in my heart. My cross
has been heavy, my friends; I never knew I could withstand so much
suffering. Now that I can think clearly again, I feel sure that these trials
have sapped all of my remaining strength."
       Clarence listened attentively, not showing the least sign of impatience.
He even seemed interested, and his attitude encouraged me to continue.
       "Not only that, my moral sufferings are really indescribable! Now that
the outside storm has subsided thanks to the assistance I have received
here I've had to face a storm within my soul. What has become of my wife and
children? I wonder whether my eldest child, my only son, has followed the
plans I made for him. And what about my dear daughters? And my wife, who
was sure she would die of loneliness if we were ever parted, what of my
wonderful wife? I can still feel her tears from my last moments on Earth."
       "I can't say how long I've been living this nightmarish separation my
continuous suffering has robbed me of all sense of time. Where is my poor
wife? Weeping besides cold ashes? Or at the gates of death herself? What
bitter sorrow! What a terrible fate for a man devoted to his family! Very few
have gone through as much as I, I'm sure. Why, even on Earth I suffered
years of vicissitudes, bitter disappointments and infirmities, and was granted
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physical death, followed by unceasing torture in spirit, and a never-ending
succession of miseries and tears! Is there no meaning of attaining peace? As
much as I may wish to adopt an optimistic attitude, I can't help feeling
heavy-hearted   and   full of grief. What an unfortunate fate, generous
benefactor."
      By that time my feelings of self-pity had reached such proportions that
my words gave way to tears. Clarence, however, rose calmly and asked
simply:
      "My dear friend, do you really seek your spiritual cure?"
      I nodded in assent and he went on: "Then learn not to speak so much of
yourself and your sufferings. Self-pity is a symptom of mental illness, which
is time consuming and difficult to cure. It is imperative that you create new
trains of thought and control your words. The only way to spiritual balance is
to open your heart to de Divine Light. If you consider the necessary effort to
be an oppressive burden or see the struggle for redemption as an imposition,
it is a sure sign of spiritual blindness. The more you dwell on your own
painful experiences, the more you bind yourself to them. You can be sure that
the same Father whom shelters and watches over you will also care for your
loved ones on Earth. We should certainly regard the family as a sacred
institution, but always keep in mind that it is just a small branch of the
Universal Family under the loving guidance of one Divine Father. You can
count on us to resolve your present problems and sketch plans for your
future, but neither you nor we have the time to waste on your complaints. We
in this colony accept the hardest toil as a welcome opportunity for ascent,
remembering     while we    plod along, weighted down with    debts, that
Providence is unsurpassing in its love. If you, too, wish to stay with us you
must learn to think properly."
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attitude. "While in the flesh," continued Clarence, "didn't you compete for
lucrative positions, knowing their advantages? Didn't you appreciate the
legitimate means of increasing the welfare of your loved ones? Weren't you
engaged in obtaining just fees in the interest of adding to the comfort and
stability of your family? Here the program is the same; only the details differ.
On Earth conventionalities and monetary gains are the ruling forces,
whereas here we aim at constructive work with lasting benefits to the
immortal spirit. We look on suffering as a means to enrich the soul, and on
each suffering as a step towards our divine goal. Can you see the difference?
Weak souls resist service and remain inactive, venting their complaints to all.
Strong ones, though, accept the task given them as constructive steps on the
path towards perfection. Mind you, no one will blame you for missing your
earthly family or would ever think of extinguishing your source of sublime
feelings. Nevertheless, you must remember that tears of despair help
nothing. If you really love your Earthly family and wish to be useful to them,
you must first accept your present condition cheerfully."
       A long pause ensued. Clarence's advice has changed the current of my
thoughts and I began to ponder on his wisdom. While I was still immersed in
deep reflection, my benefactor, like a father who forgets the waywardness of
his child and recommences a lesson with the same serenity, asked again with
a bright smile:
       "Well, how are you now? A little better?
       Pleased and comforted to feel I was forgiven, like a little boy anxious to
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                     37
Chapter 7 LYSIAS EXPLAINS       Lysias came daily for my treatment and Clarence continued to visit me
regularly. I began to feel at ease as I endeavored to adapt myself to my new
situation. I noticed, though, that I would quickly relapse any time I began to
dwell on my problems. The anguish, the fear of the unknown, and the
discomfort of maladjustment would all return. Yet, in spite of everything, I
felt a certain inner stability.
       I derived great pleasure from leaning out of my window and gazing at
the vast horizon. I was impressed by the difference between my surroundings
here and on Earth. Nearly everything seemed to be an improved copy of
Earth: the colors were more harmoniously blended, and the very substance of
things to be more delicate. The ground was carpeted with greenery and I
could see large trees, rich orchards and delightful gardens everywhere. A
range of hills with light-crowned summits stood beyond the plain on which
the Astral City was situated, and graceful buildings appeared at regular
intervals a short distance away. These buildings, of various styles, had one
thing in common: a profusion of flowers at their entrances. I noticed some
charming    little bungalows    among them, surrounded    by   colorful roses
springing up from among the ivy that covered the walls in contrasting colors.
Birds with brilliant plumage flew about, alighting in groups from time to
time on the tall, bright white steeples that reached for the sky. As I continued
to watch curiously from my window, I was surprised to find some domestic
animals among the trees some distance away. During these periods of deep
musing, my mind was filled with countless speculations. Considering that I
found myself on an astral plane, I could not understand the similarity of
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       "Death of the physical body does not take man instantly to miraculous
spheres. Every evolutionary process progresses trough graduation. There are
countless planes for discarnate Spirits, just as there are many wondrous
regions for those still in flesh. All souls, feelings, forms and things are
governed by the principles of natural evolution and hierarchy."
       Only the fact that I had stayed under treatment for so many weeks
without a single visit from someone I had known on Earth worried me
somewhat. Surely I was not the only one in my circle of friends and relatives
to be struggling with the enigma of death. My parents had departed before
me, as had various friends. Why, then, had none of them come to see me
during my recovery, to bring a little cheer to my aching heart? I would have
been satisfied with even a few moments of consolation. One day, when I could
no longer silence my doubts, I asked my attendant: "Tell me, dear Lysias, is it
possible to meet those who left the Earth before us?"
       "Why, do you imagine yourself forgotten?"
       "Yes, in fact, I do. Why has no one come to see me? On Earth I always
relied implicitly on my mother's devotion. Yet to this day I have heard
nothing from her, or from my father, who died three years before me."
       "Well, you are mistaken about your mother. She has been helping you
night and day since the crisis you passed through before you arrived here.
She doubled he assistance when you fell ill for the last time. You aren't aware
yet, are you, that your stay in the lower spheres lasted over eight years? In
all that time she never lost hope, and often came to the Astral City to
intercede on your behalf. She enlisted the services of Clarence, who began
visiting you frequently until the moment when you, the conceited earthly
doctor, remembered that you were also a child of God. Do you see now?"
       I felt my eyes well with tears. I had not known that I had been away
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                   39
unperceived efforts, but my vocal cords seemed numb. My heart was too full
to allow me to speak.
       "On the day you prayed with all your heart," continued Lysias, "when
you realized that everything in the Universe belongs to our Almighty Father,
even your tears were different. As you know, rain can at times be creative, at
other times destructive. The Lord doesn't wait for our prayers to love us. Yet,
just as a dirty mirror cannot reflect the light, it is indispensable for us to
cleanse ourselves and build a receptive attitude in order to understand His
infinite goodness. Thus, it is not the Father who needs our penance, it is we
who need it for the inestimable service it renders us. Do you see? Clarence, in
answer to your devoted mother's pleas, had no trouble finding you it was you
who took so long to find Clarence. I was told that when your mother heard
you had broken through the shadows into the light, she wept for joy."
       "And where is my mother now?" I cried at last. "If possible, I should
like to see and embrace her, to fall on my knees at her feet."
       "She doesn't live in the Astral City," he informed me, "she inhabits
higher spheres where she works, not exclusively for you, but for the good of
many."
       Noting my disappointment, he added:
       "She is sure to come and see you. When one earnestly wishes for
something, it is already half obtained. Here we have your own example. For
years you wandered at random, a prey to fear, distress and disillusionment.
Yet as soon as you felt the necessity for divine assistance you expanded the
range of your mental vibrations and obtained vision and help."
       Encouraged by the explanation I had just received, I exclaimed
resolutely:
       "Then I wished it with all my heart, and she shall come."
       Lysias smiled knowingly, and as he took his leave he added this
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                 40
      "Right, but keep in mind that all deserving petitions should contain
three basic prerequisites: an active will, persevering work, and merit. In
other words, one must first wish, then work towards that wish, and finally be
deserving of what he requested."
      He departed smiling, while I fell into deep meditation, wondering how
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                       41
Chapter 8 ADMINISTRATIVE ORGANIZATION       For the first time after some weeks under intense treatment I ventured
out in Lysias' company. The sight of the streets impressed me.          The wide
avenues, bordered with shady streets, which stretched out before us, were
filled with pure air and an atmosphere of profound spiritual tranquility. Yet I
saw no signs of inactivity or idleness anywhere. Instead, the city streets were
crowded. I watched as the crowds passed by me. Some seemed absorbed in
thought, while others smiled cordially as they passed. Lysias, seeing my
surprise, quickly began to explain.
       "We are now in the district of the Ministry of Assistance. Everything
you see here, all of the buildings and houses, are either institutions where the
activities of our jurisdiction are carried out or home for our working staff and
instructors. In the Ministry, patients are assisted, prayers are heard and
sorted, earthly reincarnations planned and rescue groups promoted on behalf
of those inhabiting the lower spirit zones or suffering on Earth. Here all
problems related to human suffering are examined and solutions studied."
       "So there is a Ministry of Assistance in the Astral City?" I asked.
       "And   why   not?   All of our activities here are controlled by an
organization which is constantly improving under the efficient supervision of
those watching over our destinies. During our collective prayers, didn't you
notice our Governor, surrounded by his seventy-two assistants? They are the
Ministers of the Astral City. The colony, whose purpose is essentially work
and accomplishment, is divided into six Ministries, each under the direction
of twelve Ministers. The six Ministers are named: Regeneration, Assistance,
Communication, Elucidation, Elevation, and Divine Union. The first four
connect us with the Earth; the other two link us to the higher spheres. So you
see our spiritual city is really a transition zone. The coarsest, most material
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                         42
is the Ministry of Divine Union. Clarence, our friendly instructor, is one of
the Ministers of Assistance."
       I   never   imagined    the   possibility   of   finding   such   a   complete
organization after the death of the physical body."
       "Yes", Lysias continued, "the evil of illusion is very dense in the
spheres of the flesh. The average man is unaware that all manifestations of
order around him proceed from higher planes. Just as Nature becomes a
garden when tended by man, so the mind, dull in primitive creatures, is
transformed into a creative force when inspired by consciousness functioning
in higher spheres. Every useful organization on the material plane has its
first roots in higher spiritual worlds." "But those the Astral City have a
history like the great cities of Earth?"
       "Certainly. All of the planes near the Earth possess their own specific
nature and unique history. The Astral City is an old settlement, founded by a
group of distinguished Portuguese pioneers who, after passing on, settled in
the spirits planes over Brazil in the sixteenth century. According to the
annals of our Colony, these settlers at first encountered tremendous and
exhausting difficulties here. There are obstacles in the invisible zones close to
the Earth, just as there are on the Earth itself. Enormous areas with
undeveloped potential here are comparable to the great tracts of forbidden
terrain on Earth."
       "The pioneers' work was indeed hard and discouraging, even for the
stronger spirits. The area where delicate vibrations and majestic buildings
now abound was also peopled with other more primitive inhabitants whose
architecture reflected their elementary minds and who filled the atmosphere
with their undeveloped thoughts. Still the founders did not lose heart. They
proceeded with their efforts, following the example of the Old World settlers
on the physical plane. Only they substituted persevering work, brotherly
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                    43
       By this time we had reached a large, artistically designed square, filled
with beautiful gardens. In its center stood a magnificent palace crowned with
majestic and lofty towers whose tips reached so high they disappeared from
sight.
       "Here, where the Government House now stands, the settlers placed
the cornerstone of the Colony."
       Pointing to the palace, he went on:
       "This square is the converging point of the six Ministries I told you
about. They start at the Government House and stretch out in a triangular
shape. Our devoted Governor lives here. A staff of three thousand individuals
assist him in his administrative duties. He is the most earnest and untiring
worker in the Colony. The Ministers travel at times to other spheres to renew
their energies and acquire new knowledge, and we, too, have our habitual
amusements. Only the Governor has no leisure time whatsoever. While he
insists that we take periodic vacations to rest, he himself works ceaselessly,
sacrificing even his sleeping hours. It seems he finds his reward in never-
ending service. I have been here for forty years, and except for the collective
prayers, I have never seen the Governor at any public entertainment. Yet the
radiation of his powerful mind reaches every branch of activity and his
fatherly assistance involves everybody and everything here."
       After a long pause, the friendly attendant continued:
       "Only a short time ago, we celebrated the one hundred fourteenth
anniversary of his magnanimous administration."
       Lysias went on walking in reverent silence, while I, keeping pace with
him, gazed in awe at the marvelous steeples which seemed to pierce the
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                    44
Chapter 9 THE PROBLEM OF NUTRITION       Captivated by the sight of the magnificent gardens, I asked Lysias to
rest with me for a while on a bench nearby, and he willingly greed. I was
filled with a pleasant feeling of peace, watching the graceful sprays of colored
water rising in the air, forming intricate patterns.
       "Whoever observes this immense colony of work," I said thoughtfully,
"is led to inquire about all sorts of possible problems. For instance, the
problem of supply. There in no Ministry of Economy here, is there?"
       "That branch of ser ice," answered Lysias, "used to assume much
greater importance here. Then our Governor decided to reduce, as much as
possible, the number of practices which might remind us of purely physical
phenomena. Therefore the activities of the Department of Supply were
reduced to mere distribution, under the direct control of the Central
Administration. As a matter of fact, this was a very important decision. Our
records show that a century ago the Colony underwent great trouble to adapt
its inhabitants to the principle of simplicity. Many newcomers to the Astral
City, still imbued with earthly vices, insisted on the most extravagant
accommodations, including sumptuous meals and stimulating drinks. Only
the Ministry of Divine Union, owing to its inherent characteristics, shunned
such abuses; the others spent their time overburdened with problems of this
sort. Our Governor, however, spared no efforts to put an end to the deplorable
situation, introducing decisive measures against it the moment he assumed
his administrative duties at the Astral City.
       "Some of our older missionaries have told me about that time. They say
that the Governor's request two hundred instructors came to us from a very
high sphere in order to propagate new theories about respiration and the
absorption of life-giving elements from the atmosphere. Numerous lectures
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                    45
innovations on the grounds that, because the Colony serves as a transition
zone, it would be unjust and dangerous to submit newly-arrived spirits to
such drastic changes. They believed that such changes could cause serious
damage to our patients' spirit-bodies. But the Governor did not give in.
      "For thirty years the lectures, illustrative examples, and technical
explanations proceeded without interruption. Various eminent spirits went so
far as to formulate public protests against the Governor's actions. They
repeatedly crowded the Ministry of Assistance with patients who declared
themselves victims of the deficient new diet. During such crises, those who
were against the change intensified their attack. Yet the Governor never
resorted to punishment. Instead, he would summon his critics to the
Government House in a fatherly manner, expounding on the aims and
benefits of the new program, emphasizing its superiority as an efficient
means   of spiritualization.   For the most obstinate he would arrange
instructive excursions to higher spheres, winning over a great number of
them."
      After a long pause, I said:
      "Please go on, Lysias. How did that edifying struggle end?"
      "After twenty one years of persevering efforts on the Governor's part,
the Ministry of Elevation gave in and cut its supplies to the strictly
necessary. The Ministry of Elucidation, however, took a long time to follow
this good example, owing to the greater number of statistics-minded spirits
working there. They were the most obstinate adversaries, still entrenched in
their earthly ideas that the ingestion of protein and carbohydrates is
indispensable to the human frame. They insisted on maintaining their ideas
here, and every week they sent the Governor lengthy reports, full of warnings
and observations, tests and numerical data, supporting their claims. Such
impertinence even reached the point of arrogance, yet the Governor's
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                      46
       "Having decided not to act alone, he obtained the assistance of the
highly evolved entities who guide us through the Ministry of Divine Union,
and together they examined every one of those documents thoroughly. While
the scientists multiplied their arguments and the government stalled for
time,   dangerous     disturbances   were   brewing    in   the   Department    of
Regeneration, now known as the Ministry of Regeneration. Some of the less
developed spirits there were caught up in the spirit of rebellion of those in the
Ministry of Elucidation and acted simply deplorably. The atmosphere of
unrest divided the Colony, exposing the Astral City to dangerous attacks
from inhabitants of the lower zones. Such entities endeavored to invade our
city availing themselves of the breach of services of the Department of
Regeneration,   where    many   workers   had    been carrying    on clandestine
dealings in order to satisfy their undesirable addictions to food.
       "The alarm was given, and though the crisis posed a serious threat to
us all, the Governor maintained his usual serenity. He asked the Ministry of
Divine Union for a meeting, and, after listening to our highest council, had
the Ministry of Communication temporarily closed. He ordered the dungeons
of the Department of Regeneration prepared for the isolation of the more
stubborn    rebels.   He   admonished   the    Ministry   of   Education,   whose
impertinence he had withstood for thirty years, and decreed that any further
assistance whatsoever to the lower regions should be suspended until further
notice. For the first time in his administration he had the electric weapons in
the city walls turned on, so as to emit magnetic darts as a measure of
defense. There were neither battles nor attacks on the Colony's side only
resolute defense. For over six months the diet of the Astral City was reduced
to the life-supporting principles in the atmosphere and the electrical,
magnetic and solar elements in the water. Thus for the first time the Colony
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                    47
       The Crisis was finally over the government had won. The Ministry of
Elucidation itself admitted its error and lent a hand in it is said that during
the festivities the Governor was moved to tears, declaring that the general,
good understanding of his fellow citizens was the dearest reward to his heart.
The Department of Regeneration was promoted to Ministry, and the city
returned to its usual routine.
       Since that time only the Ministries of Regeneration and Assistance are
allowed greater supplies of nutritive substances, owing to the low spirituality
of many of their patients. In all other Ministries the diet is limited to the
essentials, according to the rules of the strictest sobriety.        Nowadays
everyone agrees that the Governor's apparently arbitrary imposition was a
most valuable measure towards our assent. Our contact with material things
was reduced, giving rise to a greater spirituality."
       Lysias fell into silence, while I pondered deeply over the great lesson
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                                     48
Chapter 10 THE WATER PARK          Noting my growing interest in the processes of nutrition, Lysias invited
me to accompany him on an instructive excursion.
          "Let's go," he suggested, "and see the Colony's great reservoir. There
you will have the opportunity to see some things that will interest you and to
learn the importance of water in our transition settlement."
          My curiosity roused, I gladly accepted the invitation. When we arrived
at the corner of the public square, my kind friend stopped.
          "Here we wait for the airbus4." He said.
          I   had       scarcely        gotten    over   my   surprise when a large   vehicle
approached,           floating        about     fifteen feet above the ground, filled with
passengers. It descended like an elevator. I looked at it closely it was very
long, like no vehicle I had ever seen on Earth. It seemed to be made of a very
flexible material, and, judging from the number of antennae on its roof, I
guessed that it was connected to invisible wires. Later, when visiting the
large       working          plants        of   the   Colony's   Department   of   Traffic   and
Transportation, I found that my suppositions had been right.
          Lysias gave me no time for my customary questioning. We climbed in,
settled into comfortable seats, and the air-bus started in silence. I felt uneasy
in this unusual environment, among so many strangers. We traveled at such
a speed that I found it impossible to discern the details of any of the
constructions that we passed. We covered a good distance, stopping briefly
every three kilometers, until forty minutes later Lysias informed me that we
had arrived.
          The scenery before my eyes was of exquisite beauty. The woods were in
bloom and the fresh air was filled with a gentle aroma. It was all a miracle of

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André Luiz - Astral City                                                   49

André Luiz - Astral City                                                   49
colors and lights. A great river wound its way leisurely between green banks
sprinkled with blue flowers. The slow-moving waters, shimmering in the sun,
reflected, like a crystal mirror, the many shades of blue in the sky. Wide
paths cut through the woods in different directions, and at regular intervals
large trees spread their friendly branches offering areas of shade in the sun-
bathed landscape. Here and there, fancifully shaped benches invited one to
rest. I was simply charmed, and Lysias noticed by enthusiasm.
       "This place is called the Water Park. It is one of the finest regions of
the Astral City, and a favorite meeting place for lovers. They come here to
exchange sweet vows of love and fidelity for their future experiences on
Earth."
       These remarks brought a series of interesting questions to my mind,
but Lysias gave me no chance to vent my eager curiosity. Pointing to a large
and imposing building, he explained:
       "That is the Colony's water works. The waters of the Blue River that
you see over there are drawn into huge compartments from which they are
distributed to every district in the Colony. Beyond the grounds of the
Ministry of Regeneration, the waters converge again. The river then flows
along its ordinary course towards the great ocean of substances, invisible to
the Earth. "As a matter of fact, water here has quite a different density than
that on Earth. It is much lighter and purer here, almost fluidical."
       Noticing the magnificent building in front of us, I asked:
       "Which Ministry controls the distribution of water?"
       "It is one of the rare material activities under the Ministry of Divine
Union."
       "Really!" I exclaimed, at a loss for how to reconcile the two. Lysias
smiled and continued with his explanation:
       "On Earth, very few people recognize the importance of water. Here in
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                     50
far greater. It is obvious that all services that are created need energy and
attention to remain in good order. In this spiritual city we learn to be grateful
to the Father and His divine laborers for such a gift. Being more deeply
acquainted with the properties of water, we know that it is one of the most
powerful vehicles for all fluids, whatever their nature. Here, water is used
especially for nutritive and medicinal purposes. In the Ministry of Assistance,
you will find several departments entirely devoted to mixing pure water with
certain elements drawn from solar rays and from spiritual magnetism. In
most districts of our extensive Colony, the water thus prepared is the basis of
our diet. It happens, though, that, of all of us, the Ministers of Divine Union
have reached the highest degree of spiritualization. Consequently they were
allotted the task of the general magnetization of the water of the Blue River,
to purify it enough so that it might be used by all of the inhabitants of the
Astral City. After the Ministers of Divine Union cleanse the water, various
institutions carry out the specialized work of endowing it with nutritive and
medicinal substances. When the different ducts join again at a distant point
opposite these woods, the river flows away from our area, bearing some of our
spiritual qualities."
      I was completely astonished in the face of these explanations.
      "On Earth," I remarked, "I never heard of anything like this."
      "Man is inattentive." Lysias continued. "For many centuries the sea
has kept his environment in balance, rain has supplied him with food, and
the rivers have been vital in the formation of his cities. Water is a blessing in
his home and work, and is the principal and most important element in his
physical body. Yet man goes on thinking himself the absolute master of his
world, forgetting that he is, before any other consideration, a child of the
Most High."
      "The time will come, though, when he will follow our example and
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                     51
the water   in every   home   absorbs   the mental   characteristics of its
inhabitants."
       "In the physical world, my friend, not only does water carry away the
residues of material bodies, but it also becomes impregnated with our mental
vibrations. It can be harmful in wicked hands, useful in generous ones. When
in motion, it current spreads the blessing of life and acts as a vehicle of
Divine Providence, absorbing man's bitterness, hatred and worries, cleansing
his physical home and purifying his inner atmosphere."
       Lysias fell into reverent silence, while I gazed at the tranquil waters
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                      52
Chapter 11 LEARNING ABOUT THE ASTRAL CITY       My generous friend was anxious to show me around the numerous
districts of the Colony, but pressing duties called him back.
       "You will soon get a chance to visit the different departments of our
activities," he said, encouragingly. "You see, the Ministries of the city are vast
centers of intense work. A through inspection of any one of them would take
several days. However, you will not lack opportunities. Even if I find it
impossible to accompany you, through Clarence's mediation you will be
granted a permit to visit any department you like."
       By this time we were back at the airbus and in a few minutes we were
on our way home. I did not feel again the sensation of uneasiness I had at
first experienced, nor was I constrained by the presence of the numerous
passengers in the airbus. I was almost at ease and fell to pondering over
some of the questions I was anxious to solve. I took the opportunity to
question Lysias further:
       "Lysias, my friend, can you tell me whether all spirit colonies are like
this one? Do they adopt the same characteristics?"
       "By no means. If, on the physical sphere, each region, each town
presents its own peculiar features, you can imagine the diversity of conditions
existing on our planes. Here, as on Earth, creatures are grouped according to
the common sources of their origin and the goal in view. But it must be
remembered that each colony, as well as each of us, stands on a different step
of the great stairway to perfection. Collective experiences vary among one
another. We are only one example of such colonies. According to our
chronicles, our predecessors often sought inspiration in the work of the
devoted workers of other spheres, just as settlements in formation now seek
our   help.   Nevertheless,   each   organization   posses   essentially   unique
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                    53
       As a longer pause in the conversation ensued, I inquired:
       "And did the idea of the division into Ministries originate here?'
       "Yes, it did. The pioneers of the Astral City visited New Dawn, one of
the most important spirit colonies near us where activities are distributed
into departments. Our founder adopted the system, but substituted the word
`ministry' for `department', except in the case of the Ministry of Regeneration,
which only obtained its promotion under our present Governor. Their idea
was that the organization into Ministries is more meaningful in a spiritual
sense."
       "I quite agree." I assented.
       "It is important," Lysias continued, "that you realize that our Colony
strongly stresses the principles of order and hierarchy. Merit is the only
standard used to evaluate those who may be assigned to prominent positions.
In ten years, only four spirit entities have been granted missions of
responsibility in the Ministry of Divine Union. As a rule, after long periods of
apprenticeship and service, we reincarnate to continue our struggle towards
perfection."
       I was completely absorbed in Lysias' words, and he went on:
       "When newcomers arrive showing response to brotherly cooperation,
they are lodged in a district of the Ministry of Assistance. If, however, they
are recalcitrant, they are taken to the Ministry of Regeneration. As they
begin, in time, to improve, they are then admitted as helpers in the services
of Assistance,   Communication,      and Elucidation, in order to   prepare
themselves for their future tasks on Earth.
       "Only a few spirits are allowed the privilege of long stay in the
Ministry of Elevation, and very rare indeed are those who are raised to the
staff of the Ministry of Divine Union when positions become available every
ten years. Let me tell you, the acquisitions required are no mere expressions
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                        54
discarnate entities are obliged to become ghosts. Our time here is spent in a
round of active work. The work in the Ministry of Assistance is difficult and
complex; in Regeneration it requires strenuous efforts; in Communication it
demands a high standard of individual responsibility; in Elucidation it calls
for a great working capacity and a well trained mind, while in Elevation,
abnegation and spiritual enlightenment are indispensable. As to the missions
of the Ministry of Divine Union, profound wisdom and sincere universal love
are essential requisites. The Government, in its turn, is the busy center of all
administrative activities, and numerous services are under its direct control,
including   nutrition,   distribution   of   electrical   energies,   traffic   and
transportation. In truth, my friend, labor regulations are always fulfilled
here. Rest, on the other hand, is also rigorously observed. This is necessary in
order to ensure that tasks are fairly distributed. The only exception is the
Governor himself, who works ceaselessly, even during leisure hours."
       "But does he never leave the Government House?" I inquired.
       "Only when truly necessary for the public welfare. The one exception is
his Sunday visit to the Ministry of Regeneration, the zone which contains the
largest number of deranged entities because so many of the spirits there are
still attuned with their unhappy brothers in the lower zones. Vast multitudes
of transgressor spirits are lodged there. Thus, on Sundays, after the collective
prayer in the Great Temple of the Government House, our Governor spends
the afternoon working with the Ministries of Regeneration on many difficult
cases. He sacrifices much to assist our distraught and suffering brothers."
       We left the airbus near the Hospital where, I thought gratefully, I
would soon find my comfortable room. As we walked, I noticed beautiful
music floating through the air. I had first heard the melodies on leaving, and
now as we returned, I looked to Lysias for an explanation.
       "That music comes from our workshops. After long observation, the
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                  55
that inspiring incentive has become an established custom in all of our
activities."
      Meanwhile, we had reached the hospital entrance hall. An attendant
came forward and addressed my companion:
      "Brother Lysias, you are urgently needed in the pavilion on my right."
      My friend left with his usual efficient calmness, while I retired to the
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                     56
Chapter 12 THE LOWER ZONE       After having received such precious elucidations, I felt most anxious to
improve my knowledge of some of the facts he had told me about. His
references to spirits in the shadowy Lower Zones aroused my curiosity. The
lack of religious instruction on Earth is very often the cause of a serious state
of confusion over here. What could the Lower Zone be? I had heard Hell and
Purgatory mentioned in the Roman Catholic sermons I had attended out of
social obligation, but I never had the slightest notion of the Lower Zone. The
next time I met my amiable attendant, I had all of my questions at my
fingertips. He listened carefully, then replied:
       "Well now, how can you be unaware of that region when you were kept
there for so long?
       With a shudder of horror, I recalled my past sufferings. Lysias
continued:
       "The Lower Zone begins on the Earth's crust. It is the shadowy zone for
those who, in the world, turned a deaf ear to the call of their sacred duties,
which they failed to fulfill, languishing instead in indecision or dragging
themselves into the mire of wrong-doings. You see, on reincarnating, a spirit
promises to carry out the mission assigned to him in the Father's work. Yet,
when he recommences his experiences he finds it very difficult to keep his
word. Instead, he blindly follows the dictates of his own selfishness. Thus, he
continues to cultivate old hates and passions, forgetting that hatred is not
justice, just as passion is not love. All that is superfluous and useless
unbalances the harmony of life. "
       "After Physical death, great multitudes of obsessed entities remain in
that misty    region adjacent   to the Earth's   physical sphere.   A well
accomplished duty serves as a gateway through which we enter the Infinite.
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André Luiz - Astral City                                                    57
natural, then, that one who neglects the tasks allotted to him should have
that blessing indefinitely postponed."
      Lysias perceived my difficulty in grasping the full meaning of the
lesson, owing to my almost total ignorance of spiritual principles, and tried to
make it more objective:
      "Now, suppose that each of us returns to the Earth wearing filthy
clothing in order to wash it in the waters of human life. Our dirty garment is
our spirit-body, molded by our own hands in past lives. Although we are
granted the blessing of a new opportunity on Earth, we generally forget our
essential aim. Instead of cleansing ourselves through constructive efforts, we
acquire even more stains we incur heavier debts and imprison ourselves
through our own actions. We return to the world to rid ourselves of our
impurities, knowing that they are utterly inconsistent with the higher
spheres. How, then, can we expect to enter those luminous spheres in an even
worse condition? The Lower Zone is a place where negative mental residues
are destroyed. It is a sort of purgatory, where the refuse of the illusions
acquired by neglecting the sublime opportunity of an earthly life is gradually
burned away."
      The image could not have been clearer or more convincing. I was
simply lost in amazement. Lysias, perceiving how useful these explanations
could be to me, went on:
      "The Lower Zone should be a region of great interest to those still on
the physical plane, for it contains everything which is out of tune with a
higher plane. Consider how wise Divine Providence was in allowing the
creation of such a plane around Earth. There we find compact legions of
irresolute and ignorant souls, not wicked enough to be relegated to colonies of
harder expiation, nor sufficiently virtuous to be admitted to higher planes.
Those countless inhabitants of the Lower Zone are close companions to
incarnate men, separated from them only by vibratory laws. It is no wonder, <- - - - - - - - - - -Page_Break- - - - - - - - - - ->
André Luiz - Astral City                                                     58
then, that such places are characterized by serious disturbances. There,
rebellious spirits of all kinds are grouped together, forming invisible nuclei of
extraordinary power, owing to the concentration of their common tendencies
and desires."
       "Many people on Earth become desperate when the postman doesn't
turn up, or when the train is late. The L