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years to sharpen the stratagems to protect his/her individuality avoiding to be swallowed by the beatitude of the pure spirituality more and more. Even if it dealt with beatitude, the case was not certain to definitely abandon its body when it was still in perfect health and able to give him the precious terrestrial emotions of which it was greedy. He/she knew well by now a lot that, before becoming Spirit, you/he/she had to still tie to a terrestrial, to a thing that would not have been able to forget in that non material condition and that you/he/she would have allowed him to maintain a crumb of conscience of itself bringing back it the first possible. It is really arduous thing a great deal to explain without being misunderstood what means to become Spirit. The people that the meditation practises are able approximately, whether not to understand, at least to realize what you provoke in a being to transcend to Spirit. The meditatore, when it enters state of trance, it has as the impression to go out of his/her own body and to wander through galaxies, epochs, and street talking. This is only a feeling. Him, through a vision clairvoyant, realizes the worlds and the external dimensions to ours and him you/he/she emotionally surrenders to this mirage. When the apprentice of meditation sees himself or better his/her body from out, in reality incappa in a deceptive game of mirrors, because he to the effects keeps on staying in his/her own body, you/he/she is simply the eye of the mind to imagine to see him through a mirror that has really on the head.

  Since the dawns of the human history, thanks to the wizards and the sciamanis of the prehistoric era up to reach the modern occultists of our epoch as Steiner, Spallet, Crowley and many others, magic formulas, rites and sabba they have succeeded thin to reach the most modern techniques of meditation to let the common people of the invisible threads that our psyche ties to the Spirit that sovra-determines her/it to take conscience. This also gives the possibility to the profane to experiment the idea of Spirit, but it is rightful to underline the obvious narrowness of the experience considering that it concerns only his/her idea; as to say, goes to the museum of the prehistory to have an impression of thing they were the dinosaurs. The teachers of the soul reveal us the necessary conditions to be able to come into contact with what it is beyond our aware part to improve the confinements of the wisdom. It is obvious that in our subconscious there is a conscience and a to know vast than in our small rational brain, a knowledge dictated by the millennial ultra earth that there sfama, from our Dna that ties our lines and our cells to the most ancient dynasties of the stock of the men. Here that if we connect us to this the clairvoyance it is born, the intuition of the things that nobody has ever told us, that I/you/they are happened or that they are about to happen. However we only realize her. They are so vague things that, to perceive her, needs the absolute silence, of an iron discipline to increase our concentration, of an enormous sensibility and receptive ability to also warn then that messages through the intuition and possession the oratorical ability to transform them in the form of word with a finished sense. Everything this happens to the fortunate ones that possess these qualities, even if at times they have even a Royal awareness of the whole inside job that completes the really me to propose him those intuitions.

  As it regards the discourse on the ability to really become Spirit, that is a to be conscious that it stirs and it autonomously experiments, to put aside from the body from which has come, the thing is different rather. This enormous and terrible ability, that almost nobody nearly knows, and that for the note the inventors of techniques of meditation, some occultists and wizards really understand, it has inherent in itself a divine potentiality that often disintegrates the body or worse still the soul of whom experiments her/it. Those people that you/they know the procedures and the spells to activate her/it, the ninety percent of the times you/they have never lived her, they limit him to understand her/it and this already gives them an unimaginable power.

  IV

  It rained to I hijack when, toward the nineteen, a long black automobile of American brand, pull to shiny, dark glasses, crossed the long avenue planted with trees that it brought to the plaza of the morgue. The leafy branches of the oaks bent under him to the dense wind that contributed to worsen the fall of those icy drops and that foreshortening of sky to make still more leaden that was glimpse in the middle of the tops of the trees, perfectly parallel to the underlying road, that stared at her/it with its impassive look. This time, however, seemed it almost had an eyebrow arched for the disappointment. You was consuming an insult and the blue top of the sky above the deadly heads it didn't admit that him around his/her inhabitants took, the pierced ones.

  Four bears disguised by men went out of the door on the back of the cortiletto of the morgue, the big auto it already had the wide open back hatch. The quadrupeds extracted the metallic coffin from the auto and they leaned her/it on the cart, under to the vigilant eyes always of the driver, of the personal doctor and of the butler of the countess. The four workers dragged the cart over the door and they disappeared crossing a long white corridor, antiseptic, illuminated to neon. While the three companions of the countess hastened for reaching the workers, a fifth individual sprouted from a door on the side of the corridor, beginning with a monotonous and metallic voice.

  "Good evening gentlemen, can kindly sit down in the office for the documents?"

  The three, cultured to the unprovided one, they obeyed despite. While the doctor hurried the various practices, the butler drew near to the driver.

  "I don't like at all this insane idea of the lady. Know her/it alone, inactive and with around that zulù, does me really to turn the balls!it " said, almost grinding the teeth.

  "We wait for a few minutes and without getting noticed we fork the corridor and do we give a glance ok around?quickly the driver " beat.

  "Ok" the other responded.

  The four workers, meanwhile, had already opened the provisional metallic coffin and unthread the sheet that apparently covered the lifeless body with Dafne. They were very happy of the free show, rather paid him, which you/they assisted. A beautiful woman, pale, with smooth skin, generous and round breasts, with the pink nipples that looked in on, sides sinuously rounded off, astute, muscular and long legs and that lock of hair attractively curled drawn around the pube. They didn't succeed in seeing other, the face was a secondary accessory of little importance.

  "How exemplary of female!the first one " exclaimed, with already the hands sunk above both the breasts.

  "Is warm!it lasciviously " whispered the most elderly having already made to disappear two fingers among the pubic hair.

  "From the, repugnant, do you want her/it chiavare now also?the more youth " began.

  "Not to say cazzate, would not draw near never me to a piece of meat that inside you/he/she is already decaying. Only that if don't joke some us that are the only two alive. voialtri are worse of the corpses in the refrigerator! replic the old one, letting the companion noisily sneering "palpatore."

  They inserted the corpse, oddly not yet perfectly rigid, in the freezer and they closed the heavy counter of the cell. Few instants, and the door opened wide him on the corridor. The driver and the butler protected from now on him to them.

  "Oh, is cazzo, crazy? You have made me take a hit. What do you do us here?it " said the elderly one.

  The butler immediately understood that the countess was already to his/her place.

  "You excuse, we looked for the bath and there are lost."

  "After all to the right" it said the more youth dismissing them with an aggressive look.

  The dice were launched. The idea most insane of the countess Dafne, stupendous eccentric quarantenne, libertine and eclectic, it was by now is given birth and delivered to the external world. The developments would have been so unpredictable, how much terrible.

  Doctor Mosa didn't succeed in thinking to other. It had quarantacinque years and it was friend of the family Monteghini from almost fifteen; to their strangeness you/he/she had accustomed there, but this last folly of the countess was appalling rather.
The loss of his/her/their husband had given her an authentic pain, but also a total liberation from the last ones, few brakes that it was still set. It was now only a rich heiress, worn out from the pain, that didn't have to give account to anybody anymore. He had had to accept his despite to become accomplice of that plain blasphemer, and it absolutely was not for a matter of money. Mosa, as after all the large majority of the men that you/they turned around Dafne, had been attracted at first by the natural eros that she spontaneously transmitted up to fall in love perdutamente of its person. The doctor, was initially very more legacy to her husband, with which you/he/she shared games to sweater, to poker, the classical suppers in family and the secret vices of the high society, included the prostitutes of tall rank. Very beautiful and experienced girls that didn't wait anything else other than to be commanded. Together the two men were found again even to share the same bed with three or four fresh nymphs that rolled him and they were lasciviously granted sickest applications to theirs.

  Up to that. up to that a beautiful day, as of habit, the doctor entered the room of entry of villa Monteghini, churches to the butler to be announced to the count and,