I was educated in a middle class, intellectual family and my parents passed on to me the wish - -and the culture - that I should take a degree and become, as they were, a professional. They were generous people and made all the necessary efforts to provide me with a good education for my intellect: the best schools, foreign languages, piano classes…

Religion was a missing element in my childhood’s home: my parents were atheists and neither of them believed or, at least, not on the surface of things.   As time went by, I discovered that they believed in different Gods and had a deep faith in them…Yet, their God was a very cruel one!

The social world was my parents’ ‘religion’!

My parents were always very busy doing whatever everyone else did: from the location of their house, to its decoration and the style and quality of their clothes. They always paid a lot of attention to neighbours, friends and family, so they could be as everyone else or a little above them.   

As far as their social world was concerned, this was loosely Catholic:  this was their official religion and everyone was baptised into it.  Therefore, as a mere formality, my brothers and I were also sent to catechism and received the Holy Communion and Confirmation. On my confirmation day my mom said happily:  “I have now fulfilled my role, now all is left are marriage and Extreme Unction,  as for all respectable people”.

Still, she did not even believe in God! Doctors were her  God snd what she believed in. She had a blind faith in them. She had run to them all her life, for they used to calm her nerves with Lexotanil, her headaches with Omnigreon and her digestive problems with an endless concoction of drugs.  Since my early childhood, she would take me to see some doctor  or another and, to them, I would loudly ‘confess’ whilst, standing at my side, she would stare at me, happily controlling me reciting a list of what hurt and what was going wrong with me. Her confidence in the doctor’s words absolute: I was finally in good hands, in the hands of the best doctors in town, amongst whom, thanks to her strong personal power, she had managed to befriend the most famous one in each one of the countries where we had lived.  Results?

A childhood filled with the fear illness and death.  Of course, no one bothered teaching me that that life is eternal.  

By the time I was 12 I was full of anxiety and I was addicted to tobacco; by  the time I was  19, I suffered from headaches, gastritis, eczema, blepharitis, frigidity and very painful menstruations, which required monthly hospitalisations.  The fear of going mad, replaced my former fear of dying and this because I had not been taught how to be faithful, graceful and serene in dealing with life circumstances.  My habits were not healthy, my emotions were not harmonious and this caused my body’s self-regulatory system to go totally out of order. I was taking bags full of medications: Buscopan for menstrual cramps (to the point of having shaking fits), Mylanta Plus for heart burns and peptic problems (to the point where I would almost vomit),   without on the other hand getting any relieve from the symptoms. The headache, of course,  did not stop.

My mind was out of control.

Because of my intellectual abilites, I was my masters’ favourite pupil…Yet, within my being, I felt shuttered! Between not being able to share my feelings with anyone and trying to please my social life -  my parents’ supreme God - I ended up believing that I was crazy.

Given this state of affairs, I had no other option, but seeing a  psychologist. I spent two years in analysis, without  any tangible results.   All I gained was that I learnt how to talk and complain. The rest remained unchanged:  I kept on smoking and suffering from headaches, eczemas and the fear of being crazy….. Thanks to the pill the cramps stopped, but the frigidity had come to stay….

In front of my eyes were my parents and the results of their beliefs.

I could see how my mother, who was so good and generous with so many people, who had a creative and unique feeling for beauty, was truly unhealthy. She had her remedy box and every 10 days (more or less) she would vomit like hell and would hide away into the darkness of her room, because of her migraine attacks. She had lived so many years taking medications and believing in her doctors, but she did not have a clue about the causes of her pain, she did not know how to foster positive emotions in herself, had no idea about the workings of her mind, she had never meditated nor prayed from her heart, even if only once in her whole life. Unfortunately, her blind believe gave her Parkinson disease and a very difficult  old age, accompanied by an infinite fear of death that torments her everyday.

My father, a beautiful being, an intelligent and lively spirit, lived pressurised by his God, who at had  been the ‘factory’ of both his fears and beliefs.  He had dedicated all his life to production, he had had an important occupation, he had earned reasonable money and had created an expensive way of living as well as much debt. He had been always terrified by the perspective of loosing both his job and his salary to the point where he had been willing to pay any personal price in order to keep them. Everyday of his life, he had offered his blood and his talents to his God. Everyday of his life, I could see him kneeling in front of this God. He was so deeply involved in his ‘religion’ that, as an insect caught in a spider web, he never could manage to free himself. He was kicked out when he no longer had either health or vitality. Stress  as well as the illness derived from it,  destroyed him. He had a brain hemorrage from high blood pressure and, afterwards, suffered from terrible consequences.

The God he had served so faithfully and happily, neither protected him nor took care of him, and neither did the  medical system, in which my mother had felt so protected.

Theirs was - and is - one of the cruelest Gods I have ever met.

Nobody had talked to my father about cosmic laws, about the roots of all suffering and the impossibility of reaching one’s goals. He had never pondered on the meaning of life and this could not be productive. My mother had not known how to be healthy, how to eat and regulate her own organism.

As for me, in the end I managed to save myself from this reality, because a part of my being had remained awake.  I could, therefore, see that what I was doing could not lead me to any positive outcome. Although I had never believed in it, for lack of better options, I ended up going to University. Still, I was not as much hypnotized by it all as others were and could see that people with a University degree are not necessarily happy. This is what happened to my university class:  after studying for 15 years, only a few have a job related to their field of studies and even less people have managed to fulfil their professional dreams and find success.

In the effort of dealing with my ‘unhealthy’ conditions, I learnt how to eat correctly by studying ancient traditions such as, for instance, macrobiotics as well as observing what was good for my body and what created acidity. My new eating habits came about quite naturally and, in this way, I could control my gastritis; as by magic, my eczema and blepharitis also disappeared.

By attending yoga classes, I learnt how to control my breathing and, not so long ago, my headache also disappeared. I stopped taking medications and, when I had a crisis, I would simply  breathed so that, after the fourth or fifth headaches, these came totally under control and even the visual discomfort that accompanied them,  although it would appear for about  one hour, it would then quite quickly go. Most of the people who suffer from chronic headaches end up becoming chronic patients, but this did not happen to me, as Yoga healed me without the need for any drugs.

As for my frigidity and menstrual cramps, these healed when I started doing some special dances that required intense movements of the hips and with a boy who practised, as I did, Tai Ji Chuan: he controlled his ejaculation, he understood that sexuality is something more than reproduction or pleasure and, for this very reason, he had a very strong male power. He awoke in me sensations I could have never even dream of. With him, I even had a clear vision of the highest colours of the astral level.

All this opened to me a door into further research.

In my twenties, because of what I could see of this world, I had gone through a desperate time, for which  I consulted a psychologist, who turned out to be a psychic. I learnt meditation, mind control and esoteric arts; with her I could silence my mind, develop my psychic abilities and explore my sensitivity. She initiated me to the cosmic laws or to what she would call ‘the game of life’: if one knew this one could be a winner,  if not one would be  like a leaf in the wind, would end up being pushed by the masses….

A long time went by before I could meet faith; my education as an intellectual, the faith of my parents in Social Gods, Business and society, had built between myself and faith an enormous barrier. Indeed, I could accept many things, but not God. Then slowly, but surely, some uncommon situations opened also a door to Him and, by now, He has become the most precious thing in my life: faith has given me the greatest support in my whole life. With prayer I have overcome some of the most difficult experiences in my life and, also, I have witnessed incredible miracles, extremely important moments that would not have been possible without prayer.  I am no longer scared of death, I feel bliss in relation to the eternity of life, I can see the Divine God in many places and my heart sings with very simple things. I am pulled to my knees neither by fear, the Government, the financial system or science nor by public opinion. I do not even follow the TV cult: all of these as nothing else, but ordinary and false Gods.

I am reasonably free.

I can enter a mosque, a church, a synagoge or an ashram and feel at home everywhere. I love all places where people gather with real devotion and faith. I have put my attention on developing my mind, cultivating positive emotions (that  have much better results than a diploma or PhD in the game of life) and learning more about  the  cosmic laws, as they were taught by Bhudda, Christ, Mohamed, Osho, Rama Krishna and many other great Masters.

Last, but most important of all, my prayers made the greatest miracle of my whole life:  they made me find a living master, who does not belong to any religion, but loves God and has been guiding me during the last years on my path to break free from criticism, fears and slavery.

Thanks to His guidance, I have fulfilled nearly all my dreams and my life is filled with Grace and success in all areas. He has also taught me how to help people effectively and, since then, I have seen many people lead happier lives and become more self-accomplished.

As with all other great Masters, He is being constantly persecuted:  He has been accused of creating a sect and many sites have been created to slander His reputation. The police, every so often, bothers Him in the attempt of creating a field of fear around Him.

Still, with Him people become happier and happier, more and more fulfilled, as He teaches them how to awaken their talents and their true and individual self, how to get rid of fear and free their lives from the grips of false Gods.  As for their occupation, they do what they really like doing and can live happily with their salary.

All this, clearly, poses a threat to the establishment. 

I know other Masters in the whole World, who have been persecuted in the past and are still persecuted right now.

In reality, the sect is made of all the people, who live a sad and unhappy life and who generate great returns to companies related to medicine or pharmaceuticals. This is the sect of the followers of the financial system, of those who are faithful to factories, who are scared of  the economic crisis . All this creates easy workers, who can easily be manipulated and who are ready to be taken as slaves. Thousands of people, doped up by the TV, are easier to control than those few thousands of awakened by vital, yoga breathing techniques. It is easy to call them fools, fanatics or whatsoever. The best that could be done with them is to persecute them, to lock up their Master, who inspires them.

They could radically change the market.

What about you?

Which God do you want to serve? In front of which altar to you bow down?