I learned how to care for souls only when my soul was hurt. The pain I felt in those moments showed me the way to follow. No soul must be injured, no soul must die of too much pain. I have learned that the wounds heal if they are covered with kindness, with love, with care for other souls. For a while I dedicated myself to this purpose, eager to love all the wounds of the world, all the wounds that the earth had ever suffered.
I put my hands to the right and to the left, I shared love and justice for those who needed it, I spoke to the world about the power of love, and sometimes I gave words to those who read. I’ve been looking for words to mourn, but also words that bring pain, words that awaken in people the desire for better and fear that doing harm will get bad. Some have understood my message and seem to have become better, more merciful, more receptive to the pain of others. Others have passed away by life, forgetting that the day will come when the pain will guide them. Read More