Greetings brothers!

We´re among you addressed by High Jesus. On duty, we come to drive you through the invisible realities which compose the degrading sceneries of the terrestrial penitentiaries.

If many among you feel sadness due the degradation noticed at physical plan, much more desperate you´d be when notice the large crowd of wild-spirits placed under confinement together with prisoners of your terrestrial prisons.

There are several types of spirits: Commanded and commanders. The latter ones are like bosses of cartels. From their little thrones placed by force of extreme violence, they subdue life and death of the weakest ones.

The sexual degradation is the most aberrant possible, and the mundane pleasures plays as coins of bargain for accessing little means that before should be as human basic needs.

Many are those people that, by force of large and violent magnetic load, they notice their astral bodies shaped up in mental form of animal ferocity.

As human beings, don´t bear up to live under such conditions, then get the physical form due to the strength of vital pulse that guarantees them the least survival.

The mental house of most of those creatures, doesn´t have hope nor possibility of future.

They live at each minute, as if were the last one and with all ferocity that allows them the inhuman condition.

They are gathered, keeping at least living space, at costs of terrible hand to hand fights, where most of the time, the loser needs to be removed for don´t be devoured.

Your prison system is a fertile brooder of wild -man whose animosity is hardly impossible to be understood by ordinary human beings.

Your advanced society has got means of communication and transport highly developed, however can´t communicate by language of fraternal love, universal, joinning all of the creatures.

You can´t, in spite of all technology, to be transported to those men and women´s condition that together, get drunk, die and stay here and there, in spite of being spirits free of the matter, increasing more and more the vivarium of wild animals.

Brothers, get back your eyes, still lost in the material world and see notions on humanity dispersed among the hands, empty of charity.

Your little sons and daughters are easy captures to beasts you have been creating, due to your inertia, negligence and inhuman sensibility.

God blesses you.

Ranieri Matias

GESH - 07/12/05 - Vitoria/ES - Brazil