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God’s code
Aldivan Teixeira Torres
God’s code
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By:Aldivan Teixeira Torres
©2018-Aldivan Teixeira Torres
Translator:Sara Pereira
Review:Aldivan Teixeira Torres
E-mail: aldivanvid@hotmail.com
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Academic Qualifications: Degree in Mathematics with specialization in the same area.
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Short Biography: Aldivan Teixeira Torres, was born in Arcoverde- PE-Brazil, created the series “The Seer”, the series sons of the light, poetry and screenplays. His literary career started at the end of 2011 with the publication of his first romance work Opposing forces .For whatever reason, he stopped writing only resuming his career in the second half of 2013. Since then he never stopped. He hopes that his writing will contribute to the Pernambuco and Brazilian culture, arousing the pleasure of reading in those that do not yet have the habit. His motto is “For literature, equality, fraternity, justice, dignity and the human being honour for ever”.
Dedicatory
I dedicate this work to all the altruists, thinkers, philosophers, writers who contributed to the moral elevation of our society. However, I have noticed that there is much to be done in all aspects and therefore the decision to publish a code directed to the aggrandizement of all.
I also dedicate to the ordinary people of all classes who with a lot of game of waist they can survive in a country of good theory, but not of practice. And especially I recommend reading for those who have not yet found the meaning of life nor the knowledge of the benign forces of the universe that we usually call God.
Thanks
I thank all lovers of literature and especially those who accompany my personal trajectory and that of my project "The Seer". It would be nothing without you. Nor can I forget about family, friends, relatives, acquaintances, co-workers who are always present in one form or another. You are part of me.
And first of all, I thank the creative father who, from my birth, took care of me and encouraged me in a special way. I owe everything to him. On this path, I walked, tried, tripped, but I leaned harder. It is as the saying goes: "He did not remove the stones so that I could learn from failure and go through the necessary procedures for victory."
Anyway, thanks to all the visible and invisible forces that accompany me.
"A spirit from above will be poured out on us again. Then the desert will become a garden and the garden will be considered a forest. In the wilderness shall the law dwell, and righteousness shall dwell in the garden. The fruit of righteousness will be peace. In fact, the work of justice will result in permanent tranquility and security." (Isaiah 32,15-17).
Introduction
God's code tells an adventure of friends in the wilderness and its ultimate goal is to lead the reader to a reflection on how to conduct their relationship with God and whether both parties are satisfied.
The central point - The story of Philliphe - places us in front of important questions of our faith such as believing in God even in the crises, pains and tragedies of life.
The unfolding of history, the lived experiences, the actions of Yahweh form an interesting set of elements that aim to give a lesson to all those who like Philliphe lost the way of life leading them to a new stage capable of giving them the necessary strength to continue living and taking advantage of existence in the best possible way.
If what I have written helps, even if it is only one person, I am satisfied with the work done in the making of the book. Good reading.
The author.
Table of Contents
God’s code
Dedicatory
Thanks
Introduction
Part I- Home
Tragedy
The dense night in Philliphe's life
The book
Twenty days later
The Philliphe Experience
The descent
The trip
The first day
Part II - Familyng
2.1- Values
2.2-Marriage
2.3- Expenses
2.4- Memory
2.5- Behavior
2.6- Values of attention
2.7- Disagreements
2.8- General Conduct
2.9- Inheritance
Part III – Religious
3.1- The various religions
3.2- The concept of God
3.3- Religious and secular festivals
3.4- Idolatry and fanaticism
3.5- Do not mess with God and the unknown
3.6- How to pray
3.7- Transfusions, UTIS, Surgeries
3.8- Circumcision, promises, the Sabbath day
3.9- Seers, letters, spiritual works, etc.
3.10- The destiny of man
3.11- The action of God through men
3.12- The notion of sin
3.13— Miscellaneous topics related to religion
Part IV — On the way to another city
4.1— Prostitution
4.2— Virginity
4.3— Types of union
4.4— Types of relationship
4.5— Sexual taboos
4.6— Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs)
Part V— New Directions
5.1— Types of regime
5.2— Brazilian political history
5.3— Corruption
5.4— Miscellaneous topics
5.5— Resuming the debate
5.6— Confidences
Part VI— Working
6.1— First topics
6.2— Public sector, private, competitions, technical training
6.3— Quality of life, trade union movement and the rights and duties of the Worker
Part VII — Scientific
7.1— The role of the media
7.2— Brazilian energy matrix, the universe
7.3— Environment
Part VIII— SocioeconomicCity
8.1— Some important issues
8.2— Other topics
8.3— Sports and leisure
Part IX— Educulting
9.1— Educational modalities, public school versus the private and remuneration of education professionals
9.2— Illiteracy, role of teachers, formation peoples, cultural heritage
9.3— Programs supporting culture, literature and the challenge of publishing
Part X— Health
Part XI— Sodorra
11.1— The Sermon of the Desert
Part XII — Final
Epilogue
Part I- Home
Tragedy
It was once a simple middle-class family residing in the rural area of the municipality of Arcoverde-Brazil with surname Andrade Correia. The family was made up of five people: Philliphe Andrews, the father, Angelica, the mother, Samantha, Constantine and Bartholomew, their children. For a long time, they lived in peace.
Philliphe was the kind of distant father, very attached to work, who usually only paid more attention to his wife and children on weekends. It was little, but no one complained, for it was a necessary evil.
Everything was going on within normalcy until the fatal day. It was at the end of the school year, when the whole family gathered, packed their bags, got into the car, and set off for the weekend to get away from the monotony of everyday life.
Initially, nothing unusual happened. They were crossing the barriers of the busy BR 232 Highway and arriving near Caruaru, at the end of a curve, they were surprised by another car coming towards them. Result: Front collision, with cars coming off the main lane.
The rescue came fast, all were sent to the hospital in the capital of the harsh with the help of firefighters being treated in a state of emergency when they get there. Initial efforts were made to restore their health and some had to be referred to the ICU.
Within the hospital, two days passed and unfortunately the accident had resulted in fatalities: Four from the Correia Family and another from the Gouveia Family, occupants of the other vehicle. Of the first, the only one left was Philliphe. He still did not know, therefore, his state of health required care.
A little while later, the wounds were healing, and when the doctors realized he was well he was told the bad news that he had lost his entire family in the tragic accident. The reaction swung from the initial shock to revolt. And now? What would he do?
The first thing he did was collaborate in every way for a faster recovery. The goal was to get away from the sad, macabre place of the hospital.
With a week of effort, he was finally released and the first thing he did was to call a cab. He waited another fifteen minutes for the driver to arrive, a blue canopy, and on boarding the same he greeted the driver and indicated his destination: The bus station. At his signal, the car immediately left and faced a heavy traffic arrived in fifteen minutes to the desired location. Philliphe paid for the ticket, said good-bye, and went downstairs. He drove to the booth where he was informed that the next bus to Arcoverde would arrive in an hour. In order to pass the time, he crossed the avenue, took juice with cheese bread in the cafeteria and still had time to spend in a small bookstore where he bought his favorite magazines. After, he crossed the avenue in the opposite direction and returned to the bus station. He bought the ticket and waited some more.
Arriving the bus bound for his beloved Arcoverde, he did not waste time, entering immediately choosing one of the front seats. He waited a little longer and then finally they're off.
This was the beginning of the journey back. During the long journey, he had time to reflect on the present state, he took conversation with the neighbor of armchair and took the opportunity to read the magazines he had bought. When he felt tired, he took a nap.
Three hours later, he woke up with the bumps of the car and realized that he was near his land, the beloved Arcoverde of so many stories. Moments later, he holds the suitcase, knocks on the driver's cabin and asks to stop. The driver obeys the bus stops and finally he descends, towards its place (fifteen meters), near the town of Caribbean. Holding what was left of the suitcases, it takes another fifteen minutes to reach his house, and when he arrives, he falls exhausted on the bed. He would try to sleep to relieve his troubled mind and would only get up the other day to give a fate to his poor life.
The dense night in Philliphe's life
Dawns. Philliphe 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 own 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. 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, does the same course in feeling the opposite, 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 in a hurry 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, Philliphe was devastated, sunk in an endless desert. At every moment he wondered: What sin had he committed to fall into such misfortune? Why had not God spared his family? What would he do with his life now that he was alone? Were there any possibilities for recovery?
No 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 Philliphe'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 Teixeira Tôrres. 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 learn 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'd actually 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 dawn arrived, and around six o'clock in the morning, Philliphe 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 huge 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's 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 tested.
At the end of eight o'clock, he hit the point and walk away. As usual he will deal with other personal issues in banks, financial institutions, lottery houses, shops, etc. He pays the ticket for the book and then finally goes home.
This time, he finds a 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 Teixeira Tôrres, 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 Philliphe'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's 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 aforementioned urban agglomeration.
Along the way, in addition to finding several acquaintances and greeting them, he has the opportunity to 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 Philliphe inwardly. Gathering a force never before 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 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 firm 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, Philliphe. You have an order from São Paulo sent by a publisher. It's a book?
—Oh, I know. It's a book. Let's see.
Philliphe 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 title 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. (Philliphe)
— I understand. Very interesting. Who is the author?
— Aldivan Teixeira Torres, common seer or son of God.
—Can I take a look?
—You can. Make yourself comfortable.
Philliphe handed the book over to Xavier, who examined it quickly. At the end he returned and commented:
—Very good choice. I also want to buy. How can I get it?
—In the internet, on the website of the publisher you saw. A register is made and a ticket is printed. It's worth it!
— Got it. Thank you.
—You're welcome. Now I have to go.
— See you.
— Up until.
Quietly, Philliphe left the post office and returned the same way. Facing a little sun and dust, he overcame the same obstacles as before. With thirty minutes of effort, he completes the total journey, he enters the house, he passes through the room and corridor and he arrives at the room.
He sits on a chair by a small table and patiently begins to leaf through the book, which has more than three hundred pages long. For two hours, he has the opportunity to travel a little and get out of the hard routine and loneliness that life imposed on you. He likes very much and at the end the guard and promises to resume the reading the other day at about the same time.
Afterwards, he prepares his dinner, feeds himself, goes to watch TV, listens to music, surfs a little on the internet and when he gets tired, he finally goes to sleep. The next few days promised.
