Conversations with the Father

By Antonio Almas

Spirituality shall be transversal to all races, communities and civilizations, because in it, lays all hope that life is not just a meaningless moment besides genetic heritage received from our ancestors.

Because all creeds are based on the same principles, I believe that there is a single entity for all, one single faith that guides the common sense and lead us to believe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Nov 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781547547500

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Conversations with the Father

António Almas

Spirituality shall be transversal to all races, communities and civilizations, because in it, lays all hope that life is not just a meaningless moment besides genetic heritage received from our ancestors.

Because all creeds are based on the same principles, I believe that there is a single entity for all, one single faith that guides the common sense and lead us to believe.

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Title: Conversas com o Pai

Author: António Almas

Edition: Edição Própria de António J. F. Almas

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7160-999 EC Vila Viçosa

Design & Pagining: António Almas

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ISBN: 978-1-326-64117-7

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Whilst I don´t fall asleep, I leave the silence to fulfill the space of dreams, I want it to take over me, that allows me to be the ladder that climbs up to the Creator. I allow my thoughts to talk, allow it to take me to Your place, I want to sit at Your right-hand side and leave me be. Listen to me, hear my prays, I know that you listen, that you do not reprehend me. You, only You, know why I am here, why I live this way, why I think and feel this way, after all I´m the fruit of Your creation, I am the son of your designs, I am sentence in Your text, whisper in Your winds. For all of this Father, I want to talk to you. In this dark night, I search for Your light, the comfort of emptiness you fulfill. My prays are the prelude of what I want to say to You, as if it were the key that opens the portal that unites us. I ask nothing for me, except the comfort of knowing You are here, of feeling You sitting next to me, that You look at me with tenderness, just as we look at a child. I confess to You my dichotomies, the hard balance of staying in the right track. I tell You about the temptations, of how the body betrays the senses, and gets addicted to the most basic of them, the touch of flesh, the will and desire of taking another for their body. You know Father, it´s not easy to control the home you sent me to live in, it has its own will and I can´t always bend them. I know that You listen to me, that You see me, that You worry with the