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The dense night in Philip's life

It is dawning. Philip wakes up, bathes, changes clothe, prepares and eats breakfast (bread with eggs), he brushes his teeth and leaves for the city where he was to perform his public function. His position was fiscal auditor of the state farm, of high hierarchy and remuneration, fruit of his concurrence efforts.

In twenty minutes,’ drive, using his car, he arrives at his place of work, the state farmhouse pole in Arcoverde, a large, two-story building. After passing the entrance gate, he passes through a corridor and another door, and then he has access to the main hall where the work groups are located. He gently greets his colleagues and is comforted by the fact of the tragedy. He thanks and starts toil. Furthermore, he spent about eight hours on site and outside work with companions and in this turn no abnormality occurred. When he completes his assignments, he says goodbye it makes the same route in reverse, he goes beyond the entrance-exit gate, and goes to the car that is parked in the neighboring street. When he arrived, he would settle into his seat, he turns on the ignition, and then proceed to solve some pending trade, and then he leaves. He takes the main avenue of downtown, goes to the good neighborhood and a few moments later he has access to the highway BR 232.

With moderate speed, it takes only fifteen minutes to get home. He keeps the car in the garage, approaches the door, uses the key to open it and inside the house goes to the kitchen and arriving at the place takes the lunch ready. Heat the food in the stove and feed rushing so much his hunger. At the end of lunch, he will take care of domestic and site activities for the rest of the day. Early on, he decides to sleep.

On the other following days, the routine is repeated. Despite being completely normal, his life had changed from head to toe after the tragedy. He lived only from work to home, away from friends, from religiosity and from himself. Anyway, he did not believe in anything anymore.

Psychologically, Philip was devastated, sunk in an endless desert. At every moment, he wondered: What sin had he committed to fall into such misfortune? Why hadn't God spared his family? What would he do with his life now that he was alone? Were there any possibilities for recovery?

In matter how much time passed, he could find no solution to his problems and the loneliness that beat in his chest ever stronger. He was living in a very dense night where there was only despair.

Forward, warrior, do not give up!

The book

Time advances a little more, and Philip's mental state is the same: He could not cope with the drastic changes in his life. Even aware that nothing could change, his unconscious was uncontrollable and spoke louder. It was part of his personality and was intrinsically linked to the influences of his Maktub.

It was there that something interesting and unusual occurred: On the date that he had completed six months of the tragedy, searching the internet after dinner he found a website of a publisher and a book that really caught his attention because it specifically dealt with a theme that was a bit the desert life of feelings and hopes that lived in the present moment. The title was “The dark night of the soul” and the author was called Aldivan Torres. Instigated, he decided to buy the book, making the registration on the website and after all procedures he printed the ticket because it would be a good opportunity to gain experience and travel a little enriching his knowledge and who knows how to help him wake up a little. That was the bet.

He continued to surf the internet a bit, including social networks, news sites, soccer, chat in chat rooms, listening to music and researching a little to help in his daily life in his profession. However, even when the browsing session was over, the question of the book did not leave his head.

Tired from the day he had been run, he headed for the bedroom to sleep. He approached the bed and before going to bed, he remembered the ticket he had printed. He kept it in his purse, so he would not forget to pay it the other day. After the act, he finally relaxed.

The night followed, the It is dawning arrived, and around six o'clock in the morning, Philip finally woke up. As usual, he got up quickly, stretched himself, went to the bathroom, showered, went back to his room, he changed into clean clothes and a brown suede shoe he had bought, he went to the kitchen and got there, made eggs with bacon, stuffed the bread adding curd. Then he ate some fruit and was satisfied.

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, went to the bathroom to defecate, and at the end of the act, he approached the kitchen sink and washed his hands. As he was vain, went to the bedroom and next to the mirror of his wardrobe, gigantic clothes, took care of the last details, which included the treatment of the face with creams, use of fine perfume with fragrance of roses, and finally comb the hair that was a little hissing.

Ready! Now he could go to the garage, pick up his big car, and go to work on his beloved Arcoverde. And that is what he does. Despite his discontent with life, he had always been responsible with his commitments and work was not a choice, but a matter of necessity.

Facing the normal traffic on the BR 232 lane and in the urban area of the city, he finally reaches work after fifteen minutes of effort. With great education, he enters the institution and wish a good day to all his work colleagues. Not all are reciprocal, but it does not matter. He had already done his part.

He starts with his bureaucratic work and, when asked, leaves with the team. With great professionalism and competence, stands out in the crowd. He was to be congratulated for its integrity and honor always evaluated.

At the end of eight o'clock, he to clock in and walk away. As usual, he will deal with other personal issues in banks, financial institutions, lottery houses, shops. He pays the ticket for the book and then finally goes home. This time, he finds congested traffic, but nevertheless he arrives in time at home to take care of the domestic and site pending. Now he was alone and absolutely everything was on his back.

At night, he still has time to access the internet and check the payment confirmation of the book on the website. Now all that remained was to wait and find out what Aldivan Torres, the seer, wanted to go through with it. While dreaming of the arrival of the book, he went to sleep at about 11:00 p.m. One more day fulfilled in a solitude and deep incomprehension.

Twenty days later

A little time is spent within normalcy in Philip's solitary life between work, social activities, home life, weekends, and leisure. Completing exactly six months and twenty days after the tragedy, coming from work, he is notified by neighbors that there is something for him waiting to be picked up at the couriers of the Caribbean Village.

Immediately, he will see what it is like walking out of his place. On the short route, it crosses the highway, and climbs on the 1.5 km (one kilometer and a half full of curves) path that separates it from the urban agglomeration.

Along the way, in addition to finding several acquaintances and greeting them, he could reflect, analyze, and ponder the possibilities. What was waiting for him at the post office? Was it a letter from distant relatives from the South who had not heard for some time? A charge? Or even an unexpected declaration of love? These and other hypotheses filled his mind at that moment.

Enough! Says Philip inwardly. Gathering a force never seen, he recovers the lost tranquility and cleanses his disturbed mind. He decides to hurry up, crosses the last bend, and approaches the first houses. His anxiety was about to end.

With a further three hundred meters, he enters the main street, turns All right and over five houses, arrives at the building where the post office worked. Full of education, he excused himself as he entered the room and contacted the official in charge, his Xavier, an old man of about 60 years, white, unshaven, broad-bellied, broad back, black hair drained, wrinkled cheeks, thick and fire arms, green eyes, upright posture, wearing yellow cotton shirt, dark sunglasses, cap, watch bound, jeans, leather belt, black social shoe and brown underwear that showed a little, being very well known in the region. The dialogue is then initiated:

“Good afternoon, Xavier, do you have any correspondence for me?

“Good afternoon, Philip. You have an order from São Paulo sent by a publisher. It is a book?

“Oh, I know. It is a book. Let us see.

Philip walks closer, signs a two-way form, picks up the package and begins to unwrap it. Despite his poor ability, he loses little time in the operation. Having removed all the paper that involves the merchandise, he does a quick analysis of the product and presents it to the interested party.

“This book, “The Dark Night of the Soul” interested me a lot. Therefore, the synopsis presents a little of the period in which we turn off from God, living in sin, and teaches the forms of recovery. I want to learn from him and, who knows, overcome my bad moment. (Philip)

“I understand. Remarkably interesting. Who is the author?

“Aldivan Torres, seer or son of God.

“Can I look?

“You can. Make yourself comfortable.

Philip handed the book over to Xavier, who examined it quickly. At the end he returned and commented:

“Excellent...