Truth is about to be born.

What are the painful groans that come to resound in my heart, making all its fibers vibrate? It is Humanity that struggles in the effort of a rough and painful labor, because it is going to give birth to Truth. Hasten, Spiritists, arrange yourselves around its bed of suffering; let the strongest among you have their limbs taut beneath the convulsions of pain; let the others await the birth of this child and receive it in their arms at its entrance into life. The supreme moment arrives; in one last effort it escapes from the womb that had conceived it, leaving its mother for some time prostrate in the atony of weakness. Nevertheless, it was born healthy and robust, and from its broad chest it breathes in life with full lungs. You must follow it step by step in life, you who witnessed its birth. See! The joy of having begotten has given its mother a recrudescence of strength and courage, and it is with a maternal intonation that she calls all men to group themselves around this blessed child, because she presages that with its resounding voice, in a few years it will bring down the scaffolds of the Spirit of falsehood and, truth immutable as God Himself, summon through Spiritism all men to its banner. But it will purchase the triumph only at the price of struggle, because it has fierce enemies who conspire its ruin. These enemies are pride, egoism, cupidity, hypocrisy and fanaticism, all-powerful enemies, who until now reigned as masters and will not let themselves be dethroned without resistance. Some laugh at its weakness, but others take fright at its coming and presage their own ruin. This is why they seek to make it perish, as once Herod sought to make Jesus perish in the massacre of the innocents. This child has no homeland; it traverses all the Earth, seeking the people that is to be the first to raise its banner, and that people will be the most powerful among the peoples, for such is the will of God. Massillon. n [1]

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