Clairvoyance: I saw a beautiful starship under our circle and various Masters of high graduation. Mentally, I read the name Great Universal White Fraternity. Each Master represented by a ray and together composed a white light. It was a beautiful scene, not easy to describe, because, at the same time, we saw magnificent and magnanimous beings, as well as explosions of fluorescent lights under the place in which our group was.

Soon afterwards, I transcribed again the poem, by psychographic message on February 02, 2009.

Brazil - Promised Land.

Many beings will not enter in the New Era.

Looking for salvation,

Many fall in the perdition.

Brazil - Promised Land.

In its heart,

Comfort our brothers.

Brazil - Promised Land

Do not abandon the lost souls.

Shelter in your breast the rectified souls.

Far away from our dear Homeland,

The lost creature intones with pity.

Brazil - Promised Land!

All will enter in a New Era.

Our dear Homeland is the Consolation.

Blessed be the Light driving everything.