God! the Realities of the Creator

Copyright © 2010 by WILLIAM MOREIRA (Canno)

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Contents

PREFACE

In Memory

This Book Began When I Stared at Heaven

Who or What is God?

Instructions

Death the End of Our Material Life?

The Universe or Cosmos

How It All Began

We Live in an Aquarium Called the Universe

Did Moses or Anyone Ever See God or

Hear His Voice?

Sperm: Is the Soul Racing to Be Born as a Human?

Getting Answers to the Uncertainty of Life

Soul and Spirit: What is the Difference?

Should the Almighty Creator Be Feared?

Is Science Running Away From Religion? Einstein Proves It’s Not!

Suicide: Approved by God?

Miracles: What Are They and Why Are There So Few?

Almost Everyone Wants God to Change His Ways With Creation

New Year’s Day in Copacabana: The Best Show on Earth and God’s Headache

Angels: Mythology or Reality?

Evolution: Does It Only Apply to the Material World?

Back to a Dreamland Deck to Finish a Real Book

Time to Board: Beginning a New Experience in Writing on a Ship

Inside the Ship: I Feel the Weight of Moral Responsibilities

The Second Night on Board

Miracles: Hope of a Spiritual World of Happiness

The Third Night on the Top Deck

The Fourth Night on the Top Deck

The Fifth Night on the Top Deck

The Sixth Night on Board

The Seventh and Last Night on the Deck of the Concordia

Note from a friend:

The Message of the Millennium

A Personal Prayer to God

Moses Ten Commandments and Eleventh Commandment

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PREFACE

This book is for anyone of any social status, believer or unbeliever, agnostic or fanatic—even confirmed atheists—who have unanswered questions about God. Everyone has questions about life: uncertainty, stress, fear, depression, death, or suicide. God is not to be feared; we can see and feel Him within the glory of the creation—not only in the infinite galaxies, but right here on Earth, within our own existence.

Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, Islam, Judaism, Christianity, Spiritism and many small cult groups have one God. They all preach goodness, but we as individuals have to fight negative thinking—not only for our own happiness, but for everyone else’s—because we were created, in soul and spirit, to live in a society.

Through a story in National Geographic magazine, God used the family of Huang Chuncai, who lived in a poor village in south China, as an example for all of us to know God’s power of creation, and as a warning for us to change our thinking from negative to positive. He created a perfectly dreadful monstrosity in a human being known as the Elephant Man of China. Once in every 200 births, God produces some physical or mental defect, such as the well-known Down syndrome. I have seen deformities in people who dare not go out in the streets, who stay at home or in institutions. Many are perfect in mind but have been confined to a perpetual prison, hiding because they are odd; but later, they were enabled to face the world.

They learned of Jesus’ logical explanation: having no sin as a newborn, their conditions were meant for God’s glory, and they would be rewarded in life-after-death. I pray for them and their families to understand Jesus’ parables, which explain why life must be the way it is—something Chuncai and his family understand.

Many deformities are bad as that of Huang Chuncai, but before his sickness and fast-growing tumors began, his family says he was a physically perfect, four-year-old boy. When his deformity reached a point of no return, his parents, sister, and brothers dedicated their time to him, giving loving care. They behaved humbly toward our Creator, accepting their destiny, not blaming God, thanking Him for one more day of grace, because they believed there was a reason for their trials.

Huang Chuncai could not make friends. He regretted that he could not take care of his elderly parents, who instead took care of him while making and selling dry noodles from home to support the family. After three major surgeries to remove several pounds of tumors, Huang knew there was no cure, and he cried alone to avoid distressing anyone. This family was doing what God expected from us—they were showing love. Yet there are people who look nice and have everything to be thankful for who commit suicide. During my teens in 1950, this happened to a friend of mine; it’s a subject I will talk about later in this book.

While all this suffering is going on, religious leaders fail to dedicate themselves to forming support groups to console such families. A woman well-known for her many speeches and published books about religion (I will not mention names) is trying for the first time to summarize religious principles using the parables of Jesus. It’s a great idea, and her explanations are logical, but she fails to mention the One who brought explanation and comfort of suffering to us. Like many politicians, she avoids taking sides, because it would involve Catholics and affect other believers. She states that she has had no religion for thirty years after losing her faith in Catholicism; now in her sixties, there is much to be done after wasting so many years.

This woman has become a religious expert, attracting lost ones from among the general populace; but she does not see that God tests all of us, that we face suffering in our families, that our coffins lie ahead on the path like a trap and there is no way to avoid them. She can win all kinds of prizes for her speeches and writings, but is she helping the lost ones? Is her preaching for the masses or just for the intellectuals that are in the minority on this issue? There are no answers outside of spirituality. We are spirits and we had better believe it—otherwise we are merely irrational animals and there will be no life after death.

The majority of earth’s population, many of whom are poor, do not seek special education. But being poor is no excuse for not having at least a basic education. To both the poor masses and those who are wealthy, I ask the same questions that are asked by many authors and writers.

One such is my fellow countryman, a successful best-selling author who is presently selling millions of books about spirituality, saying that every effect has a cause. His books are popular because his writings comfort the soul, but they don’t address afflictions and major suffering. Like Buddha, he glosses over the problems and fails to offer strong enough medicine to fix them. The author’s inspirations are mostly from Asia, where he has visited many beautiful places; but during his tours, he has failed to see God’s messages through trials like that of the elephant man of China. Such suffering is everywhere, except in the paths of intellectuals.

Jesus was not pampered. He preached outdoors on the streets among crowds with both physical and spiritual needs, rich and poor alike, because he was dedicated to them. It was a perfect stage for teaching them that they were sinners who had no right to judge, condemn, or execute others by throwing the first stone.

Deformity can begin before birth, or it can begin afterwards as it did to Huang Chuncai. In the process, the parents come to doubt God’s mercy, questioning whether He loves them. Someone asked Jesus whether it was the sin of a blind man or his parents that had caused the man’s blindness. Jesus said neither had caused it; his condition was meant to bring glory to God. This comment clearly shows that the true reward comes later in the spiritual world, because it is impossible here. It is a demonstration that our true end is in the more important world—the spiritual one.

Our struggles here last only a short while, but our spiritual destiny is infinite and eternal; it will last forever, because it has been guaranteed by a solid foundation, like the foundation of a house that floods cannot crumble.

People with wealth or those who have healthy children who are not deformed don’t ask questions about why life is like it is. They might momentarily look at life, and they may know about the story of the Good Samaritan, but they do not take practical action. Now, there are endless programs for helping in an easy way, by contributing money; but just writing a check is not enough. If the money goes to help people living in the ghettos, it is important that the donor be involved by going, at least once a month, to see what poverty really means, to show the poor that they care.

How many of those in high society have ever gone to visit the ghetto programs? As the Good Samaritan’s preaching penetrates our hearts, God’s lessons should be well-known and understood. Every birth is a wonderful miracle, even with deformities. Deformities are a trial through which God Himself is trying desperately to call our attention to love. Love is all that is necessary for our happiness, and it is concentrated in the ovum that houses a new soul. The average family with a deformed child belongs to charity groups, learning moral lessons the hard way, because they believe God is to be feared.

I know I will be questioned for my opinions, but we must first put God on a pedestal while we stay in His shadow. Then, no matter what our religion, we have a responsibility to behave morally. The Ten Commandments and the parables of Christ must be the main part of any religion, because they are moral laws for me, you, and all living souls on earth. We are spirits in the Universe (I capitalize Universe because it is our home), and the day we really understand the meaning of this, then—religious or not—we will begin living in peace as God intended.

Countries such as Iran or North Korea would say they have the right to have the atomic bomb, because the United States, Russia, India, Pakistan, Israel, France, and others have it or are secretly developing it. The first atomic bomb the Russians detonated was as powerful as all the bombs from other countries put together. This is not meant to alarm; it is more like an asteroid that is coming from space to hit us. It gets everyone’s attention, causing them to beg for God’s mercy on the earth. But Christ’s parables and the Ten Commandments which now became the Eleventh Commandments in this book because it is now necessary on today’s society, seem good only as speeches, not as moral teachings to be followed. The last inspirit Eleventh Commandments completes Moses Ten Commandments that is known to everyone as perfect moral laws from heaven for our happiness and moral evolution.

Despite the seeming lack of love or wisdom in being chosen at random to suffer birth defects, there are lessons to be learned. Cynical, rational humans ask God, why are people born suffering? The holy book written by God has all the answers, but, as the saying goes, You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. Anyone can be cynical, but it leads nowhere.

God desires that, as we Embrace in Love, We Reach the Heavens (one of my books). Like angels with one wing, when we embrace in love, we will have the wing we miss; there will be no radicals, no misery, no slavery or poverty, and the Good Samaritan way of life will be a normal way of behaving toward each other. I learned this in my home town in 1952 when I was seventeen years old and I faced three robbers. I will discuss this later in the book, where we will end the idea of birth defects being a form of Russian roulette.

Hung Chuncai is now about thirty-three years old, on his third surgery for the removal of more than forty pounds of tumors. He is still a monster, but, despite the pain, he tries not to cry in front of anyone. He blesses his existence, knowing that, in a short period of time, he will be in the spiritual world as an angel, because he and his family are passing all the tests of love. In contrast, most of us are indifferent or ready to kill ourselves in rebellion against the Creator, displeased with our appearance, chronic pains, broken marriages, lost jobs, failing business, and so on—forgetting that our lives are created to be sacred on earth, and then continued eternally as spirit.

Meanwhile the world glorifies the so-called love story behind the Taj Mahal. This palace of fine, white marble was built by an unmerciful warrior as a mausoleum in memory of his mistress, a favorite lover; it is considered to be the most perfect construction on earth. The builder was a man who enslaved or killed hundreds of women for the sake of his sexual promiscuity; his marriage bed was big enough to accommodate a dozen women. According to history, thousands of slaves died during the construction of this calamity. Now, men and women from every country go there by the millions, seeing the glistening building the way a butterfly sees the light of cheap candles and blindly flies to her death.

The Taj Mahal is glorified as the pride of India, while the majority of the Indian population are beggars; their gods, including cows, are many; their hearts are broken; the poor have no money. Atomic bombs are ready to blow up in their faces, and then God will clean up with floods, earthquakes, hurricanes, plagues, and so on. Yet God is not the one who will blow up an atomic bomb, even though almost every country has a finger on the trigger, even though North Korea wishes to hit the United States, or Iran wants to hit Israel, as even school children know.

New lessons come all the time, in every shape and form, from the time we are born—if not through deformity or disease, then through failed jobs or businesses—to see if we pass the test of the Elephant Man of China and his family, which is an example of love to those who are healthy. We learn that we must begin loving each other or God’s lessons through trials will not stop.

My wife and I were expecting the most beautiful angel of a daughter to be born to our family; as it happened, our daughter left us after thirty-three years of love because of what my wife considers tragedy from God—she was crushed by a truck. I, on the other hand, understood it; our daughter’s spirit left her body in a second, not after months or years of agony as an old lady. This thought comes from dipping into spiritual studies; we are conscious of this truth all through life and during those moments when we need divine help and consolation.

My experience confirms my theory that planet Earth, where our souls are born, is nothing less than a marvellous school where we learn through physical and moral pain. This life teaches us so that our love evolves and we receive moral education in preparations for our eternal spiritual world. Those who depart this life without much on their report cards do not have to worry much, because their lessons will continue even when they are spirits. Graduation is a requirement.

This book is not particularly about a religion or religions, because religion merely helps souls to become conscious of God; God often causes us to grow by exposing us to moral truth in books. This book is the experience of a seventy-six-year-old senior writer who has not wasted thirty years in sleeping or meditation, but has read and learned as much as possible on every subject. Even while being a husband, father, pilot, chef in his own restaurants, a business man, a classical painter and designer, and a healer, he found time to read and write. He spent even his leisure time educating himself in every field, wanting to find God to be closer to Him as the Supreme Intelligence and the only Light in the darkness of man’s conscience.

Meanwhile everyone is seeking religion for real answers about eternal life, because in front of us are individual holes in the ground, each having one of our names on it. This includes spiritual leaders with all their divine connections, because there are no guarantees—no one gets to stay here longer than maybe a century. I see proof in the fact that, at age seventy-six, I may not make it to seventy-seven, and 90 percent of the people I knew are now spirits. The oldest person I knew was my mother-in-law, and she passed away at ninety-nine; people of that age are a rare fruit, and when fruit grows too ripe, it can become decayed.

In the day that all religious leaders embrace in their hearts the parables of Jesus and the Ten Commandments, they will graduate from being prophets, priests, pastors, ministers, nuns, preachers, rabbis and so on to being angels. Their certificates will be a pair of white, fluffy wings——and why not? Angels come from heaven, and it is under their wings that we find help and hope, answers to our doubts and questions, and light at the end of the tunnel.

Meanwhile, this tunnel is crowded with souls, and the ones that could help us come from the spiritual world. Some who claim to have a such a spiritual contact may merely be religious leaders who have no university education, certificate, or experience; they just open their mouths and announce that they have the words of God, believing the lost flock will surround them. As Jesus warned, they are wolves disguised as lambs, ready for dinner.

My real inspiration comes from the hard work of studying to increase my knowledge—a reward for reading and writing—and then help will follow; nothing comes on a silver platter, especially from the spirits, because we cannot fool the heavens.

I am not selling tickets to heaven or asking for a tithe of your earnings; I am sharing logical words about the meaning of our existence, because I have had time for spiritual research. I have learned the English language, because I wanted to speak and write it well. It’s a matter of determination, not a gift, while my wife and her immigrant family can barely get along with a right sentence.

Anyone can go up on a crate and announce that they know the facts of the spiritual life, but they are just words, not deeds, and words are as cheap as the wind blowing. The search for light on the dark conscience will continue for years, centuries, and millennia as time races on. It is happening right now, until one day it will be found at the tips of ours noses. Science cannot put an atom in the spotlight, but scientists know it exists; I cannot put a spirit in the spotlight, saying, here is your dead brother, because it’s not possible. God knows it would not change anyone; worse yet, it may cause someone to argue with God, asking Him for identification. He might even be like Lucifer, the first angel created to break our chops, as a funny English friend said when we met in Copacabana Beach on New Year’s Day in 2006.

This friend is such a happy, funny soul, he makes anyone’s day a blessing. Now, at seventy-eight, he has cancer. He came to talk to me about his short time here, being no more than six months, but he wanted a spiritual talk at the Allegro Café, a great place for good Italian food and to hear jazz, bossa novas, soft sambas, and piano music. Anyone watching us would have smiled as we were having a good time; it is because my dear friend accepted death as the voyage of a lifetime, and he is right. When he flew back to London, our last embrace at Rios airports was a long one. When I said I would see him soon, he replied that he would be on the other side waiting, but he was in no hurry, because he knows I am writing a book, and he believed there might be even more.

The Supreme Intelligence, the creator of everything that exists, gave the parables and the Ten Commandments to all of us, not to repeat it as a senseless parrot, but to feel it in our souls. It was given as small stories for complete, easy understanding. The result will come in the day we walk in any country and see, not beggars, but flower pots; when all the children are in schools, not performing cheap labour or prostitution; when prisons are empty; where no one watches to see if they are being followed for blocks; where divorce and separation are not the average for men and women. Then our God will take His finger on the hole in the bottom of the bucket, and there will be no earthquakes. At the same time, leaders of countries will not have their fingers on defensive buttons—atomic war heads, ready to blast off in forty seconds, destroying enemy countries to ashes, and contaminating the planet with radiation, in a perfect mass suicide.

Jesus Christ, as a prophet or just a concept or an angel (good spirit), may have existed or not, according to Thomas Paine (The Age of Reason, 1796). Paine’s books are for the educated elite.

To me, Paine’s research is questionable, not documented, passing down through generations. Do we have to believe just to say we have faith? The parables of Christ are deep in morality and education, helping our society to function in moral perfection; the Ten Commandments are based on common sense for everyone’s happiness, based firmly on solid rock rather than sand. All religions admit these teachings are from Christ, or, if not from Him, from heaven, but they ask why we keep calling Him, Jesus Christ.

Every reference to Jesus is written with as a capital letter, as His birthday is the beginning of another year of hope. When Jesus said, I am the light, I believe it was because most of us are lost in the darkness of our existence because of the challenges of our lives; worse, we were born already condemned to die. When questioning why life is like this, I daily hear His preaching in parables, where, in a perfect arrangement of words, He gives us guidance to understand our existence. He has given these solutions, this light, to all ignorant people of yesterday, today, and tomorrow—even to the wiser ones who lack love for themselves and others. Now, does someone else have a better idea? I do not believe so, because Christ gave it to all of us, beginning with His birthday, with joyful songs and decorations, the envy of even the heavens. It’s interesting that Christmas songs are played endlessly in any country, but they are all in English—something of a miracle, really.

I hope that Satan and his family of devils and demons will soon be broken or become converts to some religion, so we stop making them a scapegoat for our wrongs (I do not use the word sin, because, when I was a young boy, it always sounded to me like a deep condemnation); until then, we keep living happily in hell rather than in the whole Universe that God has planned for us. Remember: to dream beautiful dreams is to live in peace, and dreams can come true. I notice that the word hell is spoken all the time, but why is it not written? I love to write it, because I think that no one is going there, because I have never wished anyone to go there.

Please understand that this is not a preaching book, meant to gather a huge flock. Rather, it is based on facts of my bitter and sweet experience: as a journalist at the age of twenty (1955), as a writer, designer, radio man with a successful program (TV was just beginning), a painter, a great chef, and a man of many jobs. Mainly, I was my own boss with successful restaurants and an importing and exporting business, as well as a husband for more than fifty years, a father, and grandfather. I have been in and out of hospitals due to accidents, such as having my left fingers cut off and then perfectly attached. I have felt that help from the spiritual world called miracles, which are possibly a response to our begging in a moment of stress, and not dependent on a spiritual power connections to God or any saint—as if we have our own power to use whenever we need it.

I’ve had it happen to me more than eleven times. Now, the doctors say I have cataracts in both eyes and need immediate surgery, because I cannot read the small letters; but here I am doing this book. I had first written it on a cruise ship, seeing it perfectly because I have faith, the same faith that gave me knowledge in life to do things when others gave up or didn’t care or even know about it.

The reason is this: When I walk in a third world country, I do not see only shadows, but rather people crying from hunger, and mothers with their small children going into garbage cans, seeking food and beverage cans from the rich, to sell for pennies or feed themselves. In Brazil, welfare is called Bolsa familia or a family bag and consists of a few dollars a month, a piece of bread, and a medical system that is one of Satan’s jokes.

My way of looking at facts is not to follow in blind faith as thousands of people might follow a doctor, nor to just follow what I am told is perfect, but to follow my own deepening paths in the real world. I don’t just hide in the good life or following the tourist path like a train on a track. Instead, I walk among people like Gandhi, who did not live in the majestic places of India like the Taj Mahal. It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good lifestyle, because I have grown in both the worlds of the haves and have-nots. God does not enter only into the hearts of the rich or the poor, the genius or the ignorant, but anywhere necessary for our eternal life.

When our daughter Carol was seventeen, she went with a group of friends on a special tour to the Dominican Republic for six days. Four days later, I picked her up at Kennedy Airport in New York, where she ran crying into my arms, saying she couldn’t stand one more minute seeing the poor children in the streets and the filth and hunger of thousands. Her life changed a lot spiritually, and, at the age of thirty-three, she found answers to many of her questions when she became a spirit.

I receive wise questions more often than you could imagine, because