—No me lo vas a creer doctor, estoy seguro de que estaba despierto, pero de repente, entré en un sueño o un pensamiento que me cautivo, me absorbió o me secuestró y en ese presunto sueño apareció mi padre invitándome atravesar un portal lleno de luz. —Estas fueron las palabras de Carlo a su terapeuta en la primera sesión en la que se le trababa un presunto estado de depresión por la muerte de su padre.
Carlo, había sufrido recientemente la pérdida de su padre debido a un infarto, esto lo había dejado totalmente herido, triste, lleno de melancolía y parecía que no podía superarlo, que lo mantenía en la bebida, la soledad, con actitudes nunca vistas en él, motivando a que la familia lo convenciera de que se entrevistara con un especialista.
Carlo aceptó las recomendaciones de la familia y comenzó a tratarse semanalmente con el doctor Simon especialista en conductas depresivas.
—En mi sueño veo a papá vestido de blanco, al igual que yo, con su piel impecable, brillante, con una palidez hermosa. Todo a nuestro alrededor es iluminado, con colores blancos y azul celeste, pero el portal al que soy invitado por papá, era como la fuente de la luz. —Así comenzaban las sesiones entre Carlo y el doctor.
Carlo y su padre fueron muy unidos, Giovanni, el padre de Carlo, se ocupó de estrechar una relación más allá de padre e hijo, se volvieron los mejores amigos.
Giovanni, un italiano que había llegado al país sin un centavo, había logrado amasar una fortuna a punta de esfuerzo y trabajo en el área de la carpintería y ebanistería.
Le transmitió a su hijo que lo más importante en la vida era la familia y el trabajo honrado.
Hizo que Carlo estuviera involucrado en todas las áreas de la empresa, de manera que conociera a fondo el negocio para que estuviera preparado para el momento de agarrar las riendas.
Este par se la vivía juntos casi que las 24 horas, la relación era admirada por todos y ese amor era exportado a todo aquel que se les acercaba creando una atmosfera maravillosa.
—Cuéntame Carlo, ¿Qué haces en el sueño o en ese pensamiento que te cautiva? —Preguntaba el doctor Simon.
—Cuando mi padre me invitaba, lo hacía con firmeza, sin hablar, señalando el portal, y yo, al ver la entrada, quedaba deslumbrado por tanta belleza, por tanta luz, pero a su vez me sentía inquieto porque no veía más nada y esto me creaba un temor inmenso que no puedo explicar, el temor me hacía despertar o volver a la realidad. —Respondía Carlo.
El doctor rascaba su barba pelirroja de forma de candado y a su vez tomaba el bolígrafo para realizar sus anotaciones.
—¿Por qué no quieres atravesar el portal, a que le tienes miedo? —Preguntó el doctor a su vez que ajustaba sus anteojos porque se movían en dirección a la punta de la nariz cada vez que hablaba.
—Doctor, a principios del 2017, una señora de esas que leen las cartas del tarot, me dijo, entre muchas cosas, que en el 2018 mi vida cambiaria, que sería heredero de una fortuna por la muerte de mi padre y que después de ello sería encomendado para una misión. —Expresó Carlo.
Esas palabras hicieron que el doctor recostara su espalda en el sillón y subiera una de sus cejas pobladas.
—¿Qué me quieres decir? —Otra pregunta del doctor con cara de que estaba por dar con la causa de todo lo que le acontecía a Carlo.
—Doctor, temo que si cruzo el portal, moriré. —respondió Carlo con cara de angustia.
En ese instante sonó la alarma del reloj del doctor indicando que la sesión había terminado.
En efecto, a finales del 2018 Giovanni había fallecido, la señora del tarot había acertado con la lectura de las cartas y eso perturbaba a Carlo junto con los sueños.
Carlo se despidió del doctor con la promesa que se reunirían la próxima semana para seguir indagando sobre los sueños y se dirigió al estacionamiento de la torre para partir con su moto de alta cilindra rumbo a su hogar.
Carlo parte a toda velocidad del estacionamiento y justo cuando va a cruzar la intersección con el semáforo en verde observa que lo saludan desde la esquina.
No lo podía creer, era su padre quien lo saludaba y este vestía una túnica blanca como en el sueño.
En ese momento se escuchó un sonido ensordecedor junto con gritos de muchas personas.
Carlo despierta de lo que parecía un sueño muy largo y pesado, lo primero que ven sus ojos, es la cara de amor de su madre, quien expresa:
—Despertó, volvió, volvió.
Carlo, extrañado, le pregunta a su madre:
—¿Qué haces aquí, que ha pasado?
Paola, la madre de Carlo, le responde que están en la clínica, que él había sufrido un accidente con la moto y que había estado inconsciente por cuatro largas semanas.
En ese momento entra en la habitación Annetta, una hermosa rubia de ojos verdes, también descendiente de italianos, esposa de Carlo.
Al verlo consiente, corre para abrazarlo y besarlo con lágrimas en sus ojos.
No piensen mal, ella estaba alegre porque Carlo había recuperado la consciencia, las lágrimas no eran porque no se terminaba de morir y así disfrutar de la fortuna.
Inmediatamente, entran en la habitación, doctores, enfermeras para evaluar al paciente y manda a retirar a todos los visitantes.
El médico tratante, le explica a Carlo que cuatro semanas antes había sido atropellado en su moto por un camión y que durante todo ese tiempo estuvo en estado comatoso.
Carlo no recordaba nada del choque, tan solo llegaba a su mente que había visto a su padre en una esquina y que junto a él caminó por un largo sendero lleno de luz y flores azules, cuyo destino era un gran portón en donde varios amigos que tenía tiempo sin ver, lo invitaban a pasar.
En ese andar con su padre, este le daba indicaciones que debía cambiar su forma de vivir, que debía dejar de beber, que debía cuidar más a su esposa, estar presente en el hogar y procurar por hacer crecer a la familia y el negocio.
Que recordara las enseñanzas que le había dado, que eran las herramientas para una mejor vida y que eso era la herencia que le dejaría a su descendencia.
—No sigas lamentándote por mi partida, todos tenemos misiones por cumplir y yo ya hice mi parte, ahora te toca a ti, cuida a la familia. —Eran las palabras de Giovanni.
El médico junto con las enfermeras salieron de la habitación y al encontrarse en el pasillo con Paola y Annetta, les comentó que veía a Carlo muy bien, que de inmediato mandaría hacerle unos exámenes para realizar una mejor evaluación.
Las invito a pasar a la habitación y darle mucho cariño porque el amor siempre era la mejor medicina.
En la noche, cuando todos dormían, una enfermera entró en la habitación sin despertar a Annetta, que estaba durmiendo en la cama para los acompañantes y procedió a revisar que todo estuviera bien con el paciente.
En ese momento, Carlo despertó y al ver a la enfermera, se sorprendió.
Un escalofrío recorrió todo su cuerpo, su piel se erizó como el de una gallina recién pelada.
La cara de la enfermera era la misma de la señora que le leyó las cartas del tarot en el 2017.
Carlo intentó hablar, pero no podía, quiso moverse de la cama y no lograba su objetivo, se esforzó por gritar para llamar a su esposa y nada funcionaba.
La enfermera acercó su rostro al de él y le susurró:
—Las cartas no mienten, has visto el portal, cumple tu misión, si no volveré por ti.
Y como si flotara en su andar, se trasladó a la entrada de la habitación y desapareció.
¿Qué otra cosa se habrá leído en las cartas del tarot ese 2017?
Con esta letras pretendo participar en el tema "Portales Cuánticos" propuesto por @tarot911 en el programa Días ECENCYales conducido por @joalheal junto con @susurrodmisterio y la bella amiga @yenmendt, transmitido todos los lunes por el servidor de Ecency en Discord.
-I am sure I was awake, but suddenly, I entered into a dream or a thought that captivated me, absorbed me, or kidnapped me and in that presumed dream, my father appeared inviting me to go through a portal full of light. -These were Carlo's words to his therapist in the first session in which he was dealing with a presumed state of depression due to the death of his father.
Carlo had recently suffered the loss of his father due to a heart attack, this had left him totally wounded, sad, and full of melancholy and it seemed that he could not overcome it, which kept him in drink, loneliness, with attitudes never seen in him, motivating the family to convince him to meet with a specialist.
Carlo accepted the family's recommendations and began weekly treatment with Dr. Simon, a specialist in depressive behaviors.
-In my dream, I see dad dressed in white just like me, with his skin impeccable, shiny, a beautiful pallor. Everything around us is illuminated, with white and sky blue colors, but the portal to which I am invited by dad was like the source of the light. -So began the sessions between Carlo and the doctor.
Carlo and his father were very close, Giovanni, Carlo's father, took care to strengthen a relationship beyond father and son, they became the best of friends.
Giovanni, an Italian who had arrived in the country without a penny, had managed to amass a fortune through hard work and effort in the area of carpentry and joinery.
He passed on to his son that the most important things in life were family and honest work.
He had Carlo involved in all areas of the company so that he knew the business thoroughly he would be prepared when the time came for him to take the reins.
This couple lived together almost 24 hours a day, their relationship was admired by everyone and that love was exported to everyone who approached them, creating a wonderful atmosphere.
-Tell me, Carlo, what do you do in the dream or in that thought that captivates you? -asked Dr. Simon.
-When my father invited me, he did it firmly, without speaking, pointing to the doorway, and when I saw the entrance, I was dazzled by so much beauty, by so much light, but at the same time, I felt uneasy because I could not see anything else and this created an immense fear that I cannot explain, the fear made me wake up or come back to reality. -Carlo answered.
The doctor scratched his red-haired lock-shaped beard and in turn, picked up the pen to make his notes.
-Why don't you want to go through the portal, what are you afraid of? -asked the doctor as he adjusted his glasses because they moved in the direction of the tip of his nose every time he spoke.
-Doctor, at the beginning of 2017, one of those ladies who read tarot cards told me, among many things, that in 2018 my life would change, that I would be heir to a fortune due to my father's death, and that after that I would be entrusted with a mission. -expressed Carlo.
Those words made the doctor lean back in his chair and raise one of his bushy eyebrows.
-What do you want to tell me? -Another question from the doctor, looking as if he was about to find the cause of everything that was happening to Carlo.
-Doctor, I'm afraid that if I cross the portal, I'll die. -Carlo answered with an anguished face.
At that moment, the doctor's alarm clock rang indicating that the session was over.
Indeed, at the end of 2018 Giovanni passed away, the tarot lady had been right with the card reading, and that disturbed Carlo along with the dreams.
Carlo said goodbye to the doctor with the promise that they would meet next week to continue investigating the dreams and headed for the tower parking lot to take his high-cylinder motorcycle home.
Carlo speeds out of the parking lot and just as he is about to cross the intersection with the green light, he notices that he is being waved at from the corner.
He could not believe it, it was his father who greeted him and he was wearing a white robe as in the dream.
At that moment a deafening sound was heard along with shouts from many people.
Carlo wakes up from what seemed like a very long and heavy sleep, the first thing his eyes see, is the loving face of his mother, who expresses:
-He woke up, came back, came back.
Carlo, puzzled, asks his mother:
-What are you doing here, what happened?
Paola, Carlo's mother, replies that they are at the hospital and that he had been in a motorcycle accident and had been unconscious for four long weeks.
At that moment Annetta, a beautiful blonde with green eyes, also of Italian descent, Carlo's wife, enters the room.
Seeing him conscious, she runs to hug and kiss him with tears in her eyes.
Don't get the wrong idea, she was happy because Carlo had regained consciousness, the tears were not because he had not finished dying and thus enjoyed his fortune.
Immediately, doctors and nurses enter the room to evaluate the patient and ordered all visitors to leave.
The treating physician explained to Carlo that four weeks earlier he had been hit by a truck on his motorcycle and that he had been in a comatose state during that time.
Carlo did not remember anything about the crash, only that he had seen his father on a corner and that he walked with him along a long path full of light and blue flowers, whose destination was a large gate where several friends he had not seen for a long time, invited him to come in.
In this walk with his father, he gave him indications that he should change his way of living, that he should stop drinking, he should take more care of his wife, be present at home and try to make the family and the business grow.
That he should remember the teachings he had given him, that they were the tools for a better life and that this was the inheritance he would leave to his descendants.
-Don't go on lamenting about my departure, we all have missions to fulfill and I have already done my part, now it's your turn, take care of the family. -Those were Giovanni's words.
The doctor together with the nurses left the room and when they met Paola and Annetta in the corridor, he told them that Carlo looked very well and that he would immediately send him for some tests for a better evaluation.
I invite them to come into the room and give her lots of love because love was always the best medicine.
At night, when everyone was asleep, a nurse entered the room without waking Annetta, who was sleeping in the companion bed, and proceeded to check on the patient.
At that moment Carlo woke up and when he saw the nurse, he was surprised.
A shiver ran through his whole body, his skin bristling like that of a freshly skinned hen.
The nurse's face was the same as the lady who read her tarot cards in 2017.
Carlo tried to talk, but he could not, he wanted to move from the bed and could not achieve his goal, he tried to shout to call his wife and nothing worked.
The nurse brought her face close to his and whispered:
-The cards don't lie, you have seen the portal, fulfill your mission, otherwise, I will come back for you.
And as if floating in his gait, he moved to the entrance of the room and disappeared.
What else will have been read in the tarot cards that 2017?
With these lyrics I intend to participate in the topic "Quantum Portals" proposed by @tarot911 in the program ECENCYales Days hosted by @joalheal together with @susurrodmisterio and the beautiful friend @yenmendt, transmitted every Monday by the Ecency server in Discord.
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