Once God wrote a beautiful poem and presented it throughout the Universe.

It called it Earth.

By rhymes of purity and beauty, the verses became shelter to the chorus to renew each reincarnation, turning it the most beautiful poem of God.

The terrestrial people did not understand the importance of being themselves the Chorus nor of learning the lessons. They wanted to be superior and who knows the own the Creator. Thence, they made insane experiences.

The beautiful poem began transforming until it lost the harmonic and perfect rhyme and became a sanguinary terror story.

The Angels, guardians of the planet, they cry, therefore their Light do not reach the land.

Now I ask you what will be the end of this beautiful Blue Poem.

The blind men avoid the Light.

The deaf ones ignore the appeals of Love.

Arrogant, they despise the fraternal help of evolved brothers and prefer the perversion.

The poem was born of Light may become Light again

That in the future, you present subtle drops of love spilling on earth now.

Peace, Love and Light!

Atanalgido, Master Ramatis´disciple, GESH - 05/24/02 - Vitoria, ES - Brazil.