Aldivan Teixeira Torres - God’s Code

— How interesting. Congratulations to both of you. Success will surely come.

—Thank you. What brings you on this trip?

— I have relatives in Cabrobó and I intend to visit them. I do this at least once a year.

— Who do you live with?

— I live with my parents and another brother. And you?

—With my foster mother. My biological mother died and my father lost my guard because he beat me a lot.

—I'm sorry. I wonder how hard your childhood must have been.

—Very complicated indeed. But I survived. I thank my mother and the seer for having supported me so much and believed in me.

— By the way, is he here?

— Yes. Is the one in front with armchair.

—Thank you. Excuse me.

Michelle Lopes got up, took two steps forward, and gently clapped her hands in front of the concentrated seer engaged in the reading of an interesting book. Reluctantly, he turned his attention away and focused it on Michelle's striking face and silhouette in jeans, a pink cotton blouse and sandals. He smiled and gently communicated.

—Yes. What do you want, lass?

—My name is Michelle Lopes, and by talking to one of your colleagues, I've heard your story. Could you give me a hug?

— Of course. My name is Aldivan Teixeira Torres. But I am also known as a seer or son of God. Feel free.

—Thanks.

The seer got up, Michele leaned closer, and with a step forward the embrace finally came. Aldivan was moved with such kindness shown by a stranger. That is why he did not expect it, and with each passing moment, his dream of conquering the world became more palpable.

When the embrace closed, the seer sat back and gently resumed the conversation.

—Sit down here, Mrs. Michelle, let's talk a bit, because we still have half a way to go. (Invited the seer)

—Thanks. Will not I bother?

— Nothing. Not at all, at ease.

Half disgraceful, Michelle nodded and sat down. Because she was skinny, space was enough for her. At the same time, the seer put the book in his bag to pay attention to his new friend. Luckily, they did not wake up Philliphe and then the conversation was resumed.

— Renato told me the vicissitudes of you. Tell me, what's it like living this?

— Very cool. You know, I love this mister. With each new mission completed, I feel more prepared to move on and win.

—I understand. I feel like this with pedagogy, I love children and it is very useful to collaborate with their development.

— Of course. Each is part of the aggrandizement and evolution of society. You're to be congratulated, too.

—Thanks. And what is writing for you?

— Something natural like eating, studying or working. One of my faces. And for you, what is teaching?

— A passion. Despite the great challenges that education imposes on us, it is comforting.

— Literature is also a challenge. I was born in a country without much literary tradition possessing a great pocket of poverty and where the average number of books read per year is only one per person.

— Damn it! And this does not discourage you?

— No way. The greater the challenge, the greater is my willingness to win and I direct every effort to do so.

— Very commendable. I need to learn to be like that, too. The problem is the great obstacles in the way.

—I was not always like this. This is something acquired only through experience. How old are you?

—Eighteen and you?

— Almost thirty-one. It is explained. You will have enough time to learn the paths of success and happiness.

— I hope so. What are you going to look for in Cabrobó?

—We are going to the village called the Desert Crossing to meet us. Do you know it?

— I've never been, but I've heard of it. Good choice. They speak much of their magical properties and some consider it sacred. Good luck.

—Thank you.

—Well, I'm going back to my corner. Much pleasure, Aldivan and success in your walk.

—I wish the same for you.

— Goodbye.

Michelle got up, greeted the seer with a kiss on her face and walked away. She returns to the side of Renato who was already annoyed by his absence. The conversation again unfolds between the two on various subjects as the bus advances. Cabrobó was approaching.

About half an hour later, they finally arrive. The bus stops and everyone comes down with their heavy suitcases. Gently, Michelle says goodbye and only the three musketeers remain: Renato, the seer and Philliphe. Together, they go to the filling point that was next to the bus station and hire one of the cars. They put the luggage in the suitcase, greet the driver, get in the car and finally the match is given. Towards the desert crossing!

The short distance of fifteen kilometers is traveled with much excitement and energy on the part of the members of the trip. More than anxious, they were happy with their detached attitude toward life. And that new emotions and knowledge would fill their thirsty souls.

The car, a gray van, enters the main street of the village and stops right in the center, next to a square. The trio goes down, picks up the bags, pays the ticket, says goodbye to the driver and right there in the center, they find a hostel. With a few steps, they enter it and even without having booked the stay, they get lodging next to the owner of the establishment that her name was Luiza for all three. After hitting the bases, they will rest from the long journey. What awaited them in this instigating adventure? Keep following, readers.

Two hours later, travelers wake up simultaneously. One at a time, they get up from bed, take a bath, have a snack in the kitchen, brush their teeth, get together and decide to start the great crossing that was marked in their respective destinations. In order to do this, they pack their bags and leave the hostel. Gathering information, they hire two young people experienced in this type of adventure. They are Rafael Potester and Uriel Ikiriri.

The group goes to the great desert of Cabrobó with all the necessary devices to spend a few days in that inhospitable place. It would be possible? Even though it sounded crazy, the visitors did not seem to care. On the contrary, they seemed quite animated.

On the way to the entrance of the desert, a total of eight hundred meters (800 m), they used to know each other better and to distract some of the mission that was very complicated. Follow some passages.

—What exactly are you looking for in the desert? (Asked Rafael)

—We see a little more of ourselves and the force that commands us. (Summarized the seer)

— We still want to help our friend Philliphe in his personal affairs. (Complementary Renato)

—Got it. (Rafael)

— What questions would they be? (Uriel was interested)

—I want to heal my despair that has settled down since I lost my whole family in a car accident. I want to understand why all this is the best way to please God. (Philliphe explained)

—Complicated indeed. It is as the saying goes, God writes right by crooked lines and it is not for us to judge. But this questioning is interesting, go ahead. (Uriel)

—You can count on us on this great adventure. We will be your angels. (Pronounced Rafael)

— Oh, thank you, we will need it. (The seer nodded)

—I feel more relaxed. (Renato declared)

—Thank you for the interest and we are also at your disposal. (Philliphe)

—Where are you from? (Rafael)

— I and Renato are from Pesqueira and our friend Philliphe from Arcoverde. And you? (The Seer)

— We are from here and the universe at the same time. (Replied mysteriously Rafael)

— I did not understand. (The seer verified)

— Neither. (Reinforced Philliphe)

—What do you mean? (Wanted to know Renato, incredulous)