Only Love can do it

By Zibia Gasparetto and By the Spirit Lucius

Guided by the spirit Lucius, Zibia tells the story of the orphaned Margarita, Fernando and Dora, her adoptive parents. Involving the reader in an intense and dynamic plot, the book invites him to reflect on the power of love for progress in all areas of life.

Set in the present day, the story takes place between the spiritual world and the

• Language: English
• Publisher: World Spiritist Institute
• Release date: Jul 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088240731

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Spiritist Romance

Only Love can

do it

Psychography of

Zibia Gasparetto

By the Spirit

Lucius

Translation into English by:

Erick Mauricio Leith

Lima, Peru, September 2021

Original Title in Portuguese:

Só o Amor Consegue

© Zibia Gasparetto, 2013

World Spiritist Institute      

Houston, Texas, USA        

E–mail: [e-mail]

About the Medium

Zibia Gasparetto is a Brazilian spiritual writer. She was born in Campinas. She is married to Aldo Luis Gasparetto and has four children. According to her story, a night in 1950 she woke up and began to walk around the house speaking German, a language that she didn’t know. The next day, her husband bought a book about Spiritism to study together.

Her husband assists the spiritual association Federação Espírita do Estado de São Paulo, but she has to stay at home. On one occasion, Gasparetto felt a severe pain in her arm which it begins to move around without control. After Aldo gives her a pencil and paper, she begins to write quickly. Writing her first novel And Love Won signed by a spirit called Lucius. The manuscript was typed. Gasparetto showed a Historian professor of São Paulo University, who was interested in Spiritism too. Two weeks later, she receives the confirmation that her book will be published by LAKE Editorial. In her late years, Gasparetto used her computer four times a week to write stories dictated by her spirits.

She wrote usually at night for one or two hours. They [Spirits] are not available, to work many days per week, she explains. I don’t know why, but each one of them just appears once a week. I try to change but I couldn’t As a result, she used to have one night a week, which each spirit communicated with her.

The Spirit Lucius

My friend Lucius

My husband and I owned a tannery, and whenever Aldo Luiz traveled to the

Triângulo Mineiro to buy leather, I would go with him to visit Chico Xavier.

As soon as my first novel, Love Won, dictated by the spirit Lucius, came out, I took two I took two copies as a gift to him and to Dr. Waldo Vieira, who was accompanying him at the time.

After a while, when I saw them again, Chico commented with a smile: 

- Lucius has been your friend for many years. Since the time you lived in Egypt. You have a lot of affinity. 

I feel it is true. 

Lucius has always accompanied me and taught me a lot. His thinking is clear, his energy is pleasant, and he reveals a great love for everything and everyone.  Years ago he warned me that from now on he would change the way he wrote, to keep up with progress.  The novels would be less descriptive, with more dialogues and more simplicity. This has been happening in all sectors today.

From time to time Lucius wakes me up at dawn to talk, to show me things I suggest changes that need to be made, talk about spiritual ethics and the need to talk about them. Other times, in the silence of the dawn, when I feel sad, tired, or worried, he also wakes me up.  His energies, his wors comfort me, strengthen me and give me back the peace and joy of living! 

The blessing of mediumship allows this gift! 

Thank you, Lucius!

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 1

The door slammed loudly.

Margarida looked scared and nervous.

Whenever Ms. Dora did this, she felt trembling, shivering, and an immense desire to get out of there and never come back. 

Margarida's father had died in a car accident when she was six years old, leaving her alone in the world.

Her mother had died earlier, when she was much younger, and her father had raised her with great affection until then. 

Mario, Margarida's father, worked in the sales department of a large company. He lived in comfort. 

He had a beautiful house, a maid, Besides Maria, a cheerful and good-natured girl, who took care of Margarida while he went to work. 

Although he appeared to have a good disposition at work, performing his tasks successfully, Mario didn’t enjoy social life.

He didn't see his friends or hang out with them.

He preferred to stay at home with his daughter, telling stories, reading books, and, although he had a television, he hardly ever turned it on.

This provoked comments from his maid, Jandira, who could not accept the simple life he had and commented on it:

- A young man, elegant, handsome, with money! 

Why doesn't he go out to have fun?

If I were him, I wouldn't stay a night at home! 

To which Maria replied seriously: 

- Mr. Mario is a wise man, he doesn't have thoughts like yours! 

- You've been working with him longer than I have.

Have you met his wife? 

- No. I came here right after she died. 

- What a shame! I'd like to know what she looked like. 

I've never seen a picture of her. Have you? 

- No. And I think you'd better stay out of the boss's business.

He's discreet and he won't like it.

- You'll see that he didn't like her.

He didn't even keep a portrait! 

- Or he liked her so much that he did it so he could forget and suffer less. 

When the news of the accident came, they cried a lot, for the death of such a good man who treated them with respect, for Margarida's orphanhood, and for losing their jobs.

They were inconsolable. 

Maria had grown fond of Margarida and regretted that she could not adopt her.

She was single and poor.

After the funeral, since Margarida had no relatives and the house where she lived was rented, the judge ordered her to sell her car and all her personal property and deposit the money in the Savings Bank in her name, where it would be kept until she reached the age of majority, and Margarida was sent to an orphanage in a country town.

From that moment on, she was adopted by a woman named Dora Salgado da Rocha, who had just given birth to a baby girl and was married to an influential politician.

Interviewed by the social worker about the conditions of the adoption, Dora said that she was fulfilling a promise she had made to Our Lady of Good Childbirth, because her pregnancy, somewhat late - she was forty years old - was high risk.

If everything went well, she would adopt a girl.

She chose Margarida, which was not difficult to do, since couples who wish to adopt prefer a baby, and she had been there since she was six years old and had never been chosen. 

Margarida was already twelve years old when she went to Dora's home.

Her bed was placed in Luiza's room, the newborn.

From then on, she became the child's nanny.

She did not lack food or good clothes. She attended a good school, and sat at the table with the couple.

She learned good manners and also discovered that Dora was nervous and demanding, especially when they received guests at home. 

She liked to introduce her as the eldest daughter. She told the story of her adoption and received compliments from people for not having been afraid to choose a girl already grown up, raised without parental guidance. 

Margarida was a cheerful girl, full of life, but after her father's death she became more reserved.

The first days at the orphanage were difficult.

She missed her father's affection.

At the beginning, Maria went to see her once in a while, brought her candies and hugged her affectionately, but little by little she reduced her visits until she never showed up again. 

She learned that Maria had gotten married and moved far away.

On the day Dora was to pick her up, the social worker went to talk to her: 

- You have been adopted by a very good family and you need to behave very well.

Be polite and obey your new parents.

Be grateful that they have chosen you.

You don't have anyone else in this world.

If they don't like you, they can bring you back, in which case you will have to stay here until you are eighteen.

No one else will want to adopt you. 

Margarida felt a tightness in her chest, a great sadness, but she tried to do what she was asked to.

She took care of Luiza with affection and put up with Dora's demands. 

The deputy, Fernando Duarte da Rocha, Dora's husband, didn't stay at home much.

He traveled a lot during the week and didn't come home on many weekends. 

He barely looked at Margarida and only spoke to her to ask her for something or to recommend something for her daughter.

But she preferred it this way, because when he was home, Dora was more demanding, more nervous, and she would often lock herself in the study with him and you could hear her altered, nervous voice, which always made Margarida distressed. 

She went to the kitchen to check if everything was in order. 

When Dora was nervous, she did everything to go unnoticed.

But almost always she could not avoid a harsh sentence, a criticism: 

- Margarida!

As always you're soft and distracted.

Where is that green blouse I told you to give to Janet to iron?

It's been a long time and she still hasn't brought it to me.

I have to go out, I have an appointment. 

I can't be late. 

- I'll see if it's ready.

I took the blouse when you told me to.

Her voice was shaky, which irritated Dora even more: 

- What is it with you, creature, that you get trembling over anything?

You even look sick!

What are you waiting for? 

Margarida felt like screaming, like not going, like running away.

Tears welled up and she left quickly so that Dora wouldn't notice. 

Dora went to her room trying to contain her irritation. 

Her life was unbearable.

Fernando seemed more and more indifferent to her, and the suspicion that he had a lover was growing.

It could only be that.

She had been married for twelve years, and her passion for him was still as strong as the first day.

However, he was no longer the same.

He stayed in Brasilia longer than necessary and, when she complained, he assured her that  he was engaged in a project that would leave his name in the history of the country. 

He claimed to be racing against time and needed to present it before the end of the legislature, which gave him a three-year term.

He was in his second term, but things were not easy within the party. 

Dora was not interested in politics.

She loved being the wife of a deputy, because of the perks she had in society, the deference with which she was received everywhere. 

She was never interested in the country's problems and hated when she had to accompany her husband to some solemnity and afterwards he would spend hours talking to friends, always boasting about his projects.

Dora hated poverty and thought herself privileged to have married him.

When she met him, he was a newly graduated lawyer, tall, elegant, and very polite. 

She didn't think he was handsome, but she recognized that Fernando had charisma. 

Wherever he went, she noticed that women were immediately interested, staring at him and doing everything to get his attention. 

She knew she was beautiful.

Brunette, brown eyes almost black, dark hair, light pink skin, tall, elegant, she attracted male attention everywhere. 

She was the only child of a middle-class family, and her parents spared no effort to give her everything good and the best.

Although she didn't like to study, at her parents' insistence, who made her persist, even if she repeated two years, she managed to graduate from high school.

Dora thought that studying was a waste of time, since she intended to find the love of her life and get married.

It was not in her plans to work outside, as most of her classmates wished.

When she saw them struggling to pass their exams, she used to say:

- Studying is a waste of time.

I will marry a rich man and never have to work. 

When she met Fernando, he was not rich, although his family was upper middle class.

The property belonged to his parents, and his father-in-law always said that if his son wanted to have money, and a position, he would have to earn it just as he had done all his life.

He had given him a law degree, but was not going to open a law firm for him to start his career.

He thought it was better, in order to gain experience, for Fernando to work with experienced people.

When she was engaged to Fernando, this subject always provoked her parents' disapproval.

They didn't understand how a father, that had possessions, could act this way. 

Rubens thought that a father had the obligation to give his son everything he could to facilitate his performance.

Alda commented that Fernando's mother should impose herself more and demand Fernando to do everything he could do in order to facilitate her son's career.

Even before the wedding, Fernando said he wanted to have a son, who would be his right arm in politics.

Time went by, and Dora didn't get pregnant.

The doctors couldn’t find anything to prevent this.

Both were fertile and healthy.

Once, a friend suggested her to adopt a child:

- I've seen some cases like that.

Before you were born, you may have made a commitment to adopt a child and, as long as you don't do this, you won't get pregnant. 

- I don't believe that. 

- The fact that you don't believe it doesn't invalidate the hypothesis. 

Do you remember the case of Maria Estela, our classmate? 

She couldn't have children, someone told her about it, and she decided to try.

She adopted the little Ricardo and a year later she became pregnant and had José Luiz. 

- Is that why she adopted the little Ricardo? 

- Yes, she went to a fortune-teller who guaranteed her that, as long as she didn't fulfill the promise she made in the astral, she wouldn’t have any children. 

Dora stayed thoughtful.

Even though she didn't believe in that, she went to a church, knelt before the altar and promised that she would adopt a child, but only if she became pregnant.

A year later she became pregnant.

She had forgotten her promise, but Julia, who gave her this advice and accompanied her to the church to make the promise, took charge of reminding her, saying that it was time for her to fulfill what she had promised and not run the risk of losing the baby.

- I promised and I will keep my promise, but I will wait for my son to be born.

- It would be better now.

How are you going to take care of two children? 

- I'm not going to adopt a baby.

The social worker told me it can be a bigger girl.

That way I won't have any work.

She can help me to raise my child.

The news of her pregnancy was celebrated by the whole family.

Fernando chose the boy's name with enthusiasm and refused to admit that it could be a girl. 

Although worried about his euphoria, Dora tried to conceal it.

She gave birth to a girl and had to bear her husband's disappointment.

But she tried to console him.

- She came first, but we can try again.

We will have a boy. 

However, what she expected didn't happen.

The doctors told her it would be difficult and she should be content with the girl. 

She adopt Margarida as soon as her daughter was born. 

Luiza was a beautiful and healthy child.

Margarida had loved her from the moment she saw her.

It was she who bathed her, changed her, fed her, since Dora's milk was scarce, and from the very first days she had to be given a bottle. 

The girl became very attached to Margarida, who did everything she could to make her well.

The two became inseparable.

Knowing that the long-awaited male child would not come, Fernando became more and more involved in politics.

Dora felt she was losing her husband. Dissatisfied, she did everything she could to keep him at home and complained about his constant absences.

The constant pressure she exerted bored him, making him feel more comfortable away from home. 

When at home, Fernando tried to compensate Dora, giving her more money than necessary.

This made him feel like a good husband.

As for Luiza, he always saw her on Margarida's lap.

He never played with his daughter, nor held her in his arms.

It was with his adopted daughter that he would talk and find out if Luiza was all right.

When she saw him, the girl became shy and withdrawn, and Margarida tried to bring them closer together, uselessly.

Sometimes, during these meetings, after Fernando had gone away, Margarida talked to Luiza:

- You need to talk more with your father.

He likes you a lot. 

- I don't like him.

- Why not? He gave you everything we have in this house.

He's always working to support us.

- When he is home, Mom fights a lot with you.

I don't like it. 

Margarida hugged her, kissed her rosy cheek and tried to convince her that her parents loved her very much and it would be very nice if she would recognize this. 

Margarida went to the kitchen to ask Janete: 

- Where is Mrs. Dora's blouse that I gave you to iron? 

- I put it in her closet.

Margarida went to Dora's room, she was going to knock, but she heard altered voices.

She was arguing with her husband: 

- You have no excuse.

You're not leaving today. 

We have Doctor Noble's daughter's 15th birthday tomorrow.

I have already prepared myself, and bought some clothes. 

- I'm a busy man.

I have serious commitments; I can't postpone them to go to a party of debutants. 

- Her mother is a very good friend of my family.

It is also a very serious commitment. 

- I can't stay.

You go, representing the family. 

- Alone? Not a chance.

I'm not a widow yet. 

- Take Margarida. She'll like it. 

- And leave Luiza alone at home? 

- Do as you like.

I can't stay. I'm sorry.

I have to go now.

I'll be back in a week. 

- You don't like me anymore.

You act as if I didn't exist.

I can't stand living like this anymore.

You don't value me like you used to.

- Please, Dora, give me a break!

You're not that spoiled child anymore, you're a woman.

Have some posture. I hate scenes.

You need to grow up. I have to go. See you later. 

Margarida nervously walked away, went into the next room, heard him slam the door and she didn't know what to do.

If she went into the bedroom, she would surely find Dora crying in distress.

Nervous, she would fight with her, as she always did.

Better to wait a little longer. 

After she heard Fernando's car drive away, Dora wiped the tears that continued to flow out of her eyes and sat down irritated.

She had to do something.

She couldn't wait for her marriage to collapse. 

She picked up the phone and called her friend Julia. 

After the greetings, she blurted out

- I am very nervous. I need help.

- Has something happened?

- The usual.

Fernando left and will be gone for a week.

I feel that every day he is becoming more distant from me.

- Don't look at it like that. He goes to work.

- Before he wouldn't be away for so long.

I feel that he doesn't like me as much as he used to.

I have to do something. 

- Don't exaggerate or put pressure on him.

Men hate to be pressured.

Also, he has a position of responsibility. You have to understand. 

- And what about me?

Will I have to resign myself to being put in second place in his life?

For me, family comes first.

You can help me. 

- This is a matter between you and him.

What do you think I can do? 

- I suspect that Fernando is having an affair.

I want the address of that fortune-teller you know. 

- If you suspect that Fernando is seeing another woman, why don't you talk to him and open your heart?

- And do you think he will tell the truth? 

Every time I complain, he gets irritated.

I want to consult this fortune-teller, and see what she says.

You told me she's great, that she gets everything right.

Julia hesitated a little, then answered: 

- Are you talking about Marcia?

She works with tarot cards.

She's really good, but I'm not sure she'll tell you what you want. 

- Why? If she tells the truth, that's all I need. 

- She works more on the spiritual side, taking care of people's emotional balance. 

- Well, that's where I'm going. I need to balance my life. 

Julia gave me the phone number and asked: 

- Do you want me to come with you?

- It is not necessary.

I want to go today.

- You have to call and see if she has any openings in her schedule.

She's in high demand.

- I'll call right away. Thank you.

Dora called immediately, but her secretary informed her that she wouldn’t be available within fifteen days.

Unhappy, Dora did her best to convince the secretary to attend her.

She said she was desperate, that it was a very serious case, and that she couldn't wait.

The most she could get was a promise that if someone cancelled, she would be informed.

Dora was not satisfied.

She was not used to seeing a request of hers turned down.

She called Julia again, asking her to intercede, and she did so much that she got Márcia to see her after hours, the following evening.

Julia would accompany her.

That night, Dora had trouble falling asleep.

And when she got a little sleep, she had nightmares in which she saw Fernando embracing another woman, whose face she could not see.

He laughed happily as she watched him kiss the stranger.

In the morning, in a bad mood, she looked at herself in the mirror and noticed deep dark circles under her eyes.

She was ugly, maybe that was why Fernando was leaving her for someone else.

For her, the day was long and the hours did not pass.

Noticing Dora's worried look, Margarida tried not to stay where she was and avoided Luiza, with her chattering and joy, bothered her.

Margarida knew that in those moments even her daughter's jokes and her constant laughter, irritated her.

Dora counted the minutes to the moment of being face to face with Marcia and her tarot cards.

It seemed to her that her whole life depended on what she could tell her.

Chapter 2

Five minutes before eight o'clock, Dora, in Julia's company, pressed the doorbell of Marcia's house.

They were answered by her, who hugged them tenderly, inviting them to come in:

- Sorry to make you work so late, said Julia.

Thank you for seeing us.

- You told me it was urgent.

- Dora is my childhood friend, and she's been very nervous and insisted on me to intercede.

Marcia stared at Dora's face and replied

- Let's talk.

But sit down, Julia.

There are some magazines on the table.

Come with me, Dora.

Heart beating fast, mouth dry, Dora followed Marcia into the next room.

She looked around in surprise.

It wasn't quite what she had expected.

A pretty, but simple, well-arranged room, a beautiful picture with roses on the wall.

On the table, there was a candlestick with a white candle.

She had imagined something more mystical and mysterious.

- Sit down, Marcia asked in a firm voice.

Seeing her settled in the armchair in front of the table, she sat down in turn.

She lit the candle and a piece of incense, placing it in the censer.

A pleasant perfume filled the air as she picked up the deck of cards and shuffled them.

She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds, then opened them, staring into the eyes of Dora, who was waiting nervously.

- Don't be afraid, she said in a calm voice.

Everything is fine.

Dora shook her head negatively:

- No, it's not okay at all.

My life is getting worse every day.

- Cut the deck with your left hand -- Marcia instructed.

Then she silently laid out some cards.

Dora watched her impatiently.

- I don't see any serious problems in your life.

You have two daughters, one is adopted.

Both are healthy, happy.

Marcia paused slightly, then continued after a few seconds:

- But you don't feel well, you've been nervous, dissatisfied, you don't sleep properly, you're not at peace.

What are you worried about?

- I feel that my husband is distancing himself, he doesn't like me as much as he used to.

He travels a lot and is spending more and more time away.

I think he has another woman.

Marcia remained silent for a few moments, took out some cards and placed them on the table, then said:

- You are wrong.

He is very involved with a project that he considers of great importance in his profession.

Something with laws. What does he do?

- He is a deputy.

- He goes away out of necessity, but I don't see any other women in his life.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I am sure. If he is spending more time away from home, it is because he is enthusiastic about his work.

He is a thoughtful man, who likes everything to be very organized.

- But he doesn't come to me like he used to.

He only talks to me about the children's affairs.

When he is at home, he stays for hours in his office, surrounded by papers.

When his friends come, it is worse.

They only talk about those projects, it's like I don't exist.

Marcia laid out some more cards, then looked into Dora's eyes and said:

- Pay close attention to what I'm about to tell you.

He only talks about the children and doesn't share with you the subjects that interest him because you don't like them.

In fact, you tell him you hate what he does.

Dora was about to say something, but Marcia didn't give her time and continued:

- For him, frivolous matters don't have the same importance that you give them.

- Are you implying that I'm a vain woman?

- That's not what I said.

But I know that you, in order to get his attention and keep him by your side, make mocking comments about people you know, and this annoys him.

- Yes, and what can I do?

When he is at home he is always reading, watching TV, calling friends, and he doesn't pay me attention.

So I try to talk.

- Why don't you try to take an interest in his projects?

I assure you that he would give you his full attention and would be happy to exchange ideas with you.

- I don't understand anything about these subjects.

When I was studying, I used to cheat to pass grades because I don't like to study.

After all, why do I have a husband?

As a woman, he is the one who should make an effort to please me.

The family should always come first.

- Of course, the family has an important place in his life, but in addition to this, your husband continues to maintain other interests, which are also important to him.

Every man places great value on his profession.

Many women, when they get married, leave aside all other interests, leave