“The root of these thoughts comes from ‘fear’ or the need for self-preservation. In fact,
self-preservation is appropriate, because if humans didn’t have it, the chances of living
to old age would be slim. And it is this need for self-preservation that gradually
develops into an automatic habit, becoming a selfishness ingrained in the
consciousness.”

“And as this habit of acting for oneself takes deeper root, one thing that will naturally
occur is ‘prediction’ or ‘expectation’. And when you are not sure that what you predict
will not go as expected, it will develop into anxiety. It is this anxiety that clearly
separates people into two groups. On your world, as many as 99 percent of people are
in this state of anxiety. There will be less than 1 percent who do not release this wave,
such as young children or the mentally unsound who are outside this process. And this
is an indicator of who is in a state of freedom from suffering, because anxiety is the
chain that binds them to their suffering.”

“Wait a minute… are you telling me that young children and the mentally unsound have
a higher spiritual state than us?” I asked back.

“If we only consider the matter of anxiety, then yes. Because anyone who can eliminate
concern for their own status is considered free from suffering. For example, even if a
young child or a mentally unsound person is born into the poorest, most difficult
family, they will not feel that they are suffering. However, it does not mean that these

people have a high spiritual state, because they still need two other components:
1. The ability to control thoughts or actions, which you call ‘mindfulness’.
2. The ability to produce the highest positive frequency waves through concrete
actions, which you call ‘love’.

These last two are considered the most important. Only humans who have undergone
thorough training and humans with wisdom, consisting of a thorough understanding of
what is what, what affects what, and what does not affect what, until ultimately joy
arises, can we call that person having a high spiritual state.”

“What about me? I also have anxieties… like right now, my mind is constantly filled
with thoughts about how to make the mission I’ve been entrusted with successful, how
to free all humans from this state of suffering,” I observed.

“This I do not call anxiety, but I call it ‘intense desire’. This desire is composed of the
highest form of love. It is a love for all fellow humans. It is a love with an energy power
higher than any other love. It is a love that will appear only in highly evolved beings,”
He replied.

“This is your true mission. Your coming this time is unlike anyone in the past. In the
past, all prophets came with the proclamation of truth, came with precepts that
created a shift in consciousness for people in specific areas or regions, which would
gradually develop into religions passed down through generations. But unfortunately,
those who took on the role of successors used the teachings of the prophets as tools to
create power, causing fear, which consequently led to anxiety. The result is that the
religions of all the prophets seem to have grown stronger externally because fear is a
significant motivator for those people to do something, but not from the desire of the
mind behind the consciousness, or what you call the ‘spirit’, in a truly authentic way.
Thus, it became religious institutions.”

“The difference in your mission is that, in addition to having the duty to create new
precepts to change the consciousness of the world’s people, which is not just tens of
thousands or hundreds of thousands as in the past, but a macro-level change, if
counted in numbers, it will be almost the entire world. Furthermore, you must also
create physical changes in your world. Now the world is deteriorating to its extreme
and heading towards ruin. You must reverse the situation completely and restore it to
its original abundance. People in the past therefore conveyed symbolic images of your
being, depicting you with weapons in hand, adorned with magnificent attire. In some
places, they communicated it in the form of a person with great power, with a thousand
arms and a thousand faces. They wanted to show people in the future the image of the
power of the modern tools you will use.”

“Oh wow!… does that mean the image of the thousand-armed Bodhisattva refers to
me?” I asked.

“Not exactly. In fact, it means that you will come with a group of people who have
volunteered to work with you. They will come with special skills in all fields of
knowledge. They will bring them together to recreate this world. You cannot do it
alone… you need them.”

“Who are they? Where do they come from?” I asked.

“Alright… today I will have my representative take you to get to know who they are,” the
voice of God from within answered.

“…Go where? How do I get there?… I have work to do, can we change it to another day? I
have a job presentation today,” I bargained.

“You’re putting worry into your head, you know… rest assured, leave that to the person

I’ve assigned. They will handle it themselves,” the voice in my thoughts replied.

“Okay… so where will I meet them, and how will I know…?” I was about to ask further
with curiosity when the voice in my thoughts interrupted, “You’ll know soon enough.”
After the bus arrived at its destination, it took me a few more minutes to reach the
office building. Inside, there was a large lobby bustling with people. Before the elevator
entrance, there were automatic doors for scanning cards. While I was busy searching for my employee card in my backpack, the corner of my eye caught sight of a tall, thin
man wearing black jeans and a long-sleeved hooded sweatshirt, gray in color, standing
in line to enter the card scanning channel two or three slots away from me. I glanced at
him briefly, wondering why this person needed to cover his head with that cloth hood.

Once I found my card, I scanned it and walked through the door straight to the
elevators, where a large number of people were waiting. But when I reached the
elevators, I saw the man in the hooded sweatshirt already standing in the group
waiting for the elevator. While I was looking at him intently, wondering who he was,
the elevator door I was waiting for opened, and I quickly stepped inside.

I pressed the button for the 12th floor, which was my office floor, and walked to the far
end, joining the other people who were packed tightly inside. Before the elevator door
closed because it was full, I craned my neck to look for the suspicious man, but I
couldn’t see him anymore.

“Are you looking for me?” a soft voice spoke from behind.

I quickly turned to look at him at close range. It was the man in the gray long-sleeved
hooded shirt. He was standing slightly to my right and behind me. The image I saw up
close was of a fair-skinned man with good looks, a prominent nose, and large blue eyes.
His mouth was wider and thicker than most people’s, but it looked proportionate.

“Y…y…yes,” I stammered, feeling a mixture of shock and surprise. Before I entered the
elevator, I had seen him standing far away among a large crowd, and in just a split
second while walking into the elevator, I was sure I was among the first to enter. It
shouldn’t have been possible for this man to squeeze through the crowded people and
stand behind me.

Immediately after that, the thought arose that this must be the representative God had
sent to me.

“Are you the one God sent?” I tried asking him mentally to verify if he was the person
God had mentioned, not wanting to speak aloud because the elevator was crowded.

“Yes, I am,” he replied in thought as well.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“Have faith, everything will be alright,” his voice replied.

“Let’s go… hold my hand,” he whispered softly as I was looking at the numbers
indicating which floor we were on. It was going up steadily… 9… 10… 11.

I did as he said without hesitation. The moment my hand touched his, it felt like a mild
electric current spread throughout my body. His hand was as soft as a newborn baby’s.
After that, it seemed he was intently focusing on something, because I felt him become
still and squeeze my hand tightly

“Sir… what do I need to do?” I asked