In the book "O Abismo", guided by the Spirit André Luiz, the medium Américo Ranieri takes us on a disturbing journey through hitherto unknown depths of the Umbral. The Abyss would be the equivalent of Catholic hell, both due to the energy present there and the physical characteristics of this sinister place. A place of spirits degraded by their permanence in evil, many no longer possessing a spiritual body, as they have lost control of their conscious mind, and who now find themselves in a vertiginous descent into increasingly terrible and deep abysses, where they will fulfill the sentences imposed by his attitudes in several past incarnations.
To be able to enter this place and especially leave it, you need the help of a spiritual guide. Arriving at the center of the earth, we can see mountain ranges with mountains with peaks inaccessible if seen from below, and beyond, abysses and more dark abysses open up like a great canyon of depths inconceivable to the human mind. It looks like an image of the end of the world, or the beginning of creation.
Flying over the rocks and cliffs surrounding the abyss, one can see pure, crystalline forms, similar to human forms, but made of light. Angelic beings guard the passage to the underground, or are there to prevent what is in the depths, immersed in darkness, from coming to the surface. And far away, on a high cliff, a sublime angel dominates the scene, the Archangel Gabriel, with his long wings emanating his divine light into the darkness of the abyss.
It's like a shower of stars slowly illuminating the shadows below. And continuing the journey towards the bottom of the abyss, penetrating this gigantic canyon with extreme care, there is a giant, an enormous being, looking like an ancient God. His name is Palaton, guardian of the First Gate.
'Don't you know that you are in hell and there is no consolation or hope here? ' The giant shouted, trying to prevent André Luiz and his guide from descending. But a ray of light sent by Gabriel gave them passage.
Leaving the giant Palaton behind, the path ends in a staircase of small steps that get lost in the depths, until reaching the edge of a new abyss that looks more like a large pit. At its bottom, thousands of creatures crawl on the ground, as if molded together in a bizarre way, united by a primordial instinct. Spirits that have lost the awareness of their humanity, are now blind and stuck in their evolution.
From above, Archangel Gabriel emanates rays of celestial light to the bottom of the abyss, but far from being a blessing for these creatures still so far from salvation, it is something that ends up increasing their agony. They will stay here for a long, long time, until the day when the force of Divine Law drags them back to the surface, for new incarnations. But we still have a lot to go down, on stairs that seem to have no end.
Further down, huge serpents cross the path. Serpents with human faces, Infernal mutations with looks expressing great sadness and pain. They are deformed spirits, some wandering the abyss for thousands of years, reduced to these crawling forms by the lives they led on earth.
By blaming themselves so much for their selfishness and practicing absolute evil, a spirit can have its perispirit transmuted into this terrible form. A process of self-destruction of the psychic organism, in this case, a return to inferior forms that the spirit had already gone through, just as we all went through, millions of years ago, in the beginnings of our evolution. This region is still home to supernatural birds, Infernal creatures, which also have slightly human physiognomies.
They are also condemned spirits, seeing their forms regress, taking us back to a very distant past in our journey on the physical plane. A swirling sound fills the room. We arrived at a very wide and mighty river in the depths of the abyss.
This is the Plátino River, with waters that resemble liquid silver. One of the many rivers that flow through this dark dimension. But what could be something beautiful turns out to be terrible.
The waters of this river carry thousands of desperate spirits, who try to cling to the banks without success. Many unconscious, others in panic, as if carried by a tsunami of biblical proportions. They are the spirits of those who let themselves be dominated by all passions, and now cannot escape this uncontrollable flow of desires, triggered by themselves.
Time to leave the horrors of Plátino behind. Following a narrow trail that borders the river, we arrive in a more open place, where we can see a meadow on the opposite bank, from which strange trees seem to be watching us. Trees that look like human shapes!
They are spirits that have become vegetal. Distressed hearts and intelligences that were falling, until they reached unconsciousness, and began to see their bodies going backwards on the scale of evolution. One day, you will return to the mineral, and descend a little further in your level of consciousness.
But it is certain that they will resume their path in evolution. In the distant future, when tired of remaining in almost nothingness, they will occupy new bodies in new incarnations, probably in primitive worlds. We now arrive at an immense lake with still waters, greenish in color .
When looking carefully, we realize that it is not water, but something gelatinous, sticky, and inside this evil substance, we come across thousands of semi-human faces, spirits that descended into the deepest abyss, transforming into a kind of collective and formless mass, united by the same negative vibration. They are the creatures that will take the longest to reincarnate. For them, the terrestrial surface where we live is Heaven.
They are as far from our already backward evolutionary level as we are from angelic beings. And surrounding the lake, you can see a veritable crowd of ragged creatures that have not yet completely lost their human form, are not yet completely unconscious, and are screaming for help, begging for a new incarnation. This collective lament, full of anguish and suffering, marks the arrival in the Drgon's domain.
The Drgon, the one who opposes God. There is always a Drgon at the bottom of the earth, who dominates an empire of Drgons. And we see some Drgons here, terrifying, flying over and watching over the deepest abyss.
The most dangerous beings in creation, who sometimes take the form of these mythological creatures. In all worlds of dense vibrations like ours, there are Drgons and their children: Satan, Astaroth, Beelzebub. Symbolic figures and names of similar creatures, which simply do not accept the Divine Law that also created them.
But one dragon is missing, the one above all others of its kind. He who embodies absolute evil. Fifty meters below, we come across a kind of open square.
And in its center, chained, howling and groaning, a colossal creature, the mere sight of which would be enough to make a heart stop. A giant perhaps a hundred meters tall, surrounded by a battalion of worshipers who seemed to have come out of a nightmare. His name, or at least one of his many names, is Lucifer.
Soon he will be freed by God. He will have a thousand days to reign on earth, and then he will be defeated. And in these thousand days, man's choices will decide the fate of the world.
A terrifying sight. A colossal being of pure evil, waiting for its promised freedom of a thousand days on earth. A definitive test for humanity's choices.
In this sinister ark, also the object of worship of these creatures, are the laws of Lucifer. They're like an evil variation of God's ten commandments. And this is their version of the Ark of the Covenant, but here an alliance with the Devil.
Continuing our journey towards the center of the earth, we came across a wall made of huge blocks of stone, covered in earth. How many millennia ago would it have been there? An open portal in the wall allows us to look to the other side, where we see a kind of huge grassy garden, filled with strange trees, similar to trees on earth, but reddish in color.
And in that garden, there is a large stone house. This is the home of Atafon, an angel of absolute purity, appointed by God to guard the passages to increasingly dense abyssal zones, which from now on will appear on our path. A very cold wind begins to blow, coming from the deepest abysses.
A wind that carries the echo of millions of cries of souls in terrible suffering. Atafon says that the name of this wind is Teon, and that it blows at the same times every day. Prepare for the worst, warns Atafon.
Guided by the angel, we saw large structures covered in fog in the distance. They are huge buildings in a city of Absolute Evil. There are large towers with a medieval appearance, constructions resembling colossal evil cathedrals.
What is common among the thousands of inhabitants of this metropolis is the desire to remain in evil. To enter the city you have to cross a large arch, which says 'we don't love God. Our master is the Drgon.
' With this inscription they want to demonstrate their contempt for the creator. We enter the city, where the buildings are dark and damp. From the half-open doors and windows, we can glimpse its residents.
Desperate faces. Looks radiating malignancy. According to Atafon, they are dark spirits who still think they are men.
As we advance, increasingly strange beings hide in the darkest corners of the paths. The entire city is inhabited. An opening in living rock gives way to a huge corridor made of wet stone blocks.
And at the end of this corridor, a huge hall. In the center, a large bonfire. And illuminated by your light.
we see a strange creature. A demon from the Infernal depths, a type of very robust dwarf, with a huge head, with a single eye in the center of its forehead, like a cyclops. He carries a set of keys on his waist.
He is the guard and executioner of that particular hell. And hidden in the shadows, we now see hundreds of beings in agony. Vaguely human figures , chained to the huge walls that form the hall.
They give off a terrible odor of decay, and are completely blind. They are creatures that spent their eyes on the earth, taken by what Atafon describes as sexual hypnotism. Uncontrolled low-level sexual obsession can wear down the perispirit, blinding these spirits for a long, long time.
A woman catches the travelers' attention, looking like a withered tree. Their limbs twisted, babbling unintelligible words. Behind these blind eyes she still dreams, and sees herself covered in gold inside palaces, next to emperors and kings she seduced in past lives.
But whoever sees it now only sees rot and mud. Further on, we came across a sea of bones. Hundreds of thousands of skeletons intertwined, groaning and screaming in pain despite their fleshless throats.
They are the spirits of those who believed so firmly that after death only the skeleton would remain, a belief of such strength that when they died, their perispirits were transformed into these mentalized forms. We continue our journey guided by the angel Atafon, the guardian of the darkest abyssal areas. We now arrive at a rock, which has a kind of huge pit excavated in the stone.
And within this large depression in the rock, a disturbing sight awaits us. Looking like children with old people's faces, often without limbs, just torsos and heads, thousands of creatures sleep an uneasy sleep. A kind of collective coma.
Deep-set eyes, absolutely closed, like fetuses crammed into a mother's womb. They are beings completely focused on themselves, closed to the outside world, on the path to perispiritual degradation. If they do not react, they will decline even further, because in the same way that the physical body deteriorates, the spiritual body can also disintegrate.
Mental madness destroys the spirit, in the same way that mental evolution improves it. Man builds and destroys himself. We arrived at an immense lake, surrounded by steep rocks.
An immense shadow darkens that region of shadow even more. Something was flying over us, some kind of bird. Not just any bird, something monstrous, as if out of a nightmare.
With at least a hundred meters of wingspan with black feathers and a disgusting appearance, the Infernal bird is one of the many guardians in the service of the Drgons, who watch over that sinister place. Atafon says there are thousands of them. This particular being was a merciless ruler of empires, and murderer of millions.
Your name when incarnated cannot be revealed. According to the angel, this revelation would cause instability on the physical plane. And we continued descending through the abysses until we reached the edge of a rock, which borders an immense and strange gunmetal gray mud, looking like material expelled from some volcano.
This dense mud or lake is actually formed by various metals diluted by high temperatures. And within this gross mass, we observe suffering spirits as if sinking there, by the thousands. These are beings who systematically ended their own lives, incarnation after reincarnation, in a millennial cycle of uncontrollable self-destruction.
Screams of terror echo from within this dark mud, and just by touching this substance it is possible to capture the low vibration energies present there, reliving the terrible moments in which these beings committed suicide in past lives. Going around this terrible lake, we arrived at a forest of large trees with gnarled trunks, dark and leafless. They are spirits that are already completely vegetal, at a more advanced stage than what we saw at some levels above.
Atafon approached one of the largest trees, and smoothing its trunk, he began to radiate a celestial light through his fingers. The branches began to shake. From the trunk, a faint voice was heard, calling for the angel.
The name of this suffering spirit was Hélia. Atafon told her to persevere, as one day she would recover her old form and continue her evolution. But she refused.
He thought he was in Nirvana, and he wanted to lose himself there forever, and he blamed God for his current condition. How long had it been there ? How far would you go?
Your free will would determine your destiny. Leaving the melancholy forest of vegetal spirits behind, we are followed by a flock of hundreds of winged creatures, looking like strange owls. They are also beings that were once human, and are now heading towards complete unconsciousness, with the degradation of their perispiritual bodies.
We arrived at another immense lake, looking like a sea, surrounded by a mud beach like a large pond. From this beach you can see a huge mountain. Atafon says that its name is Mount of Time, and it is inhabited at its top by spirits who love lies and error, who believe, in their immense pride, that they govern that region.
But they only govern the mud. In the swamp, we are observed by strange beings wallowing in the filth. Mutilated creatures, living proof of how much a spirit can decay in the abyss.
A portrait of how the mind can change the psychophysical body. They are bizarre creatures similar to frogs, but the size of men, crawling around in unconsciousness. Jelly and semi-transparent skin.
Vaguely human faces, like mutations out of a nightmare. They sighed and panted in a kind of painful sadness. There were thousands of them there, occupying every square meter of that fetid swamp.
Apathetic physiognomies . Atafon explains that they are the undecided ones. Creatures that for many lives could not decide either for God or for inferior beings.
Trapped between matter and Spirit, without ever choosing a side, they wasted so much time that they were unable to climb, and now they find themselves between the lake and the mud. With relief we leave the horrible swamp behind, and continue descending into the abysses, until we reach a huge mountain made of a strange substance, like green jelly. We follow Atafon and penetrate this gelatinous substance.
Inside, perhaps the most disturbing stage of this trip awaited us. Incessant shoals of mutated aquatic beings, with human physiognomies, inhabited that strange ocean. A primordial and primitive sea, teeming with life, hidden within the mountain.
With their human consciousness almost petrified, they are beings that have returned to the aquatic stage. Twenty thousand years ago, according to Atafon, there were human beings in the earth's crust. They now live here, in what is known as the Hibernation Lake or Perispiritual Greenhouse.
A bizarre being comes to meet us, reminiscent of the legendary Poseidon or Neptune, God of Greek mythology, master of the oceans. Trident, long beard, and from the waist down, a fish. He claims to be a Nerodian, a watcher of the Drgons.
He guides us in that strange gelatinous sea to a cave, where thousands of beings resembling mummified fish, with vaguely human heads, sleep. These creatures, in the previous stage, were frogs in the dark swamp through which we passed. Now they descended even further, without hands or legs, in a state of profound mental stagnation.
Continuing further into the cave, we arrived in a large room resembling a large oven. Thousands of semi-transparent eggs are deposited there. They are spiritual creatures that have physically retreated due to their permanence in evil, and now remain like eggs in incubators, called Mothers of Gestation; Even more stagnant than ovoid spirits, as they are more closed to any outside influence.
This is the threshold of the so-called second death, the total degradation of the perispirit . A strange fish woman approaches one of the eggs. He addresses her as if she were a son.
Hug, caress, lament the unconsciousness of this spirit. A moving portrait of a poor mother whose spirit has fallen, mourning the loss of a son who has fallen further. The deeper we penetrate this disturbing gelatinous ocean, the more monstrous creatures emerge from the shadows.
Some of enormous size. Very, very ancient spirits who created these terrible prisons for themselves. We finally left this dreadful sea.
An icy region awaits us. Intense cold and depressing blizzards, in one of the deepest abysses where heat should reign. Here reside Temp and Tera, two angelic female creatures.
Beings of pure light, very close to Atafon in their evolution. Its mission: to teach the inhabitants of the abyss the Laws of God, and to support those spirits that are lost in these Infernal regions. They also guard the passage to the sub-abysses, the 'abyss of abyss', regions that André Luiz was not allowed to visit.
What horrors will these places hold? But remember: there are monsters and angels in divine creation, in every corner of the universe. However, in one day everyone, without exception, will find themselves in the glory of God, redeemed and purified.
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