The Love Spirits

this book they are remembered with immense tenderness for all they
have done for Love, and for all the pain they suffered because of their
Love. Thus, their earthly names also symbolize all the other Love Spir-
its who have perished in this unfriendly planet known as Earth, a planet
where the majority of its inhabitants do not love Love.
This book is part of the work to counterattack the horrible dissemi-
nation of lies, hypocrisies, and other varieties of disinformation inten-
tionally propagated by evil spirits, who have two main objectives: to
maintain all the alike spirits in their inferior state, and to induce confu-
sion and suffering in general among the Love Spirits.
Apart from that, this book is dedicated to all of the Love Spirits
(every single one!) and was written to help maintain the hope and joy
of the Love Spirits laboring on planet Earth, so often under so difficult
and adverse circumstances, millions and millions of miles away from the
absolute happiness that their home would offer them. You are not
alone! We Love you!
March 2012,
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Dedicated to all the Love Spirits,
that they might never stop believing in and
desiring a better world.
In special and loving memory of
Francesca Orofino,
Joana Cipriano,
Madeleine McCann,
and all the other Love Spirits
murdered by the monsters devastating planet Earth.

Chapter 1
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oftly, Sarah opened her favorite book. It was a book of magic,
filled with enchanted stories that freed her mind from her
everyday problems.
The heart of this nine-year-old girl beat with joy as she entered
imaginary worlds, much more so than for the world in which she spun.
Her long, straight black hair, which contrasted with her fair com-
plexion, touched the open pages of the book while her beautiful brown
eyes scanned hungrily for the last paragraph she had read.
No more than a few minutes had passed before Mr. John Nobrega,
Sarah’s father, barged into his daughter’s room without knocking.
“Sarah Nobrega!” he shouted furiously. “Once again reading that
magic garbage instead of studying?!”
“It’s that I—” began Sarah fearfully, avoiding eye contact with her
father.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. Give that trash to me now,” he
said, brusquely pulling the book that Sarah had been holding so ten-
derly.
“What is it that I’ve already told you?” he shouted while scanning
the pages of the book. “I’m not going to raise my daughter to be a
slacker who is only interested in things that won’t make money!”
“But Dad, I’ve already done my homework.”
“I don’t care!” he shouted angrily. “I don’t want you to waste time
reading anything to do with magic. Do you understand me?”
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Sarah kept her mouth shut, realizing that it wouldn’t help to argue
with her father.
“And what’s more,” continued her father, “this book is finished.” He
immediately began to tear the book apart violently.
“No, Dad, please… it’s my favorite book,” Sarah implored, tears
welling in her eyes.
It didn’t help. A rain of little pieces of paper descended over the car-
pet of Sarah’s room, as if an evil god had unleashed a horrendous storm
over the poor child.
Sarah was devastated. The tears that she had so far managed to
contain now trickled down her face as mixed feelings of sadness and
helplessness came over her.
Hearing all the noise, Sarah’s mom, Mrs. Theresa Nobrega, headed
to her daughter’s room to see what was going on.
“This useless girl doesn’t study but wastes time with these things
of…” explained John to his wife, his voice taking on a mocking tone,
“…magic!”
“Daughter,” her mom affirmed in a tone of absolute calm, “you have
to understand that your father is right in what he says…. You can’t live
in a fantasy world….”
Now feeling attacked by her mother as well, Sarah, already crying
like a river, shouted, “It’s not a fantasy world! It’s a very real world! It’s
not my fault that you guys don’t believe, but you have to respect my
beliefs!”
“You dare to shout at us?” questioned her father, moving closer to
Sarah. He gave her wet face a violent slap.
The shrill sound of the slap was followed by an overwhelming silence.
Sara looked at her father with great displeasure. No need to say anything.
Her eyes pierced her father’s eyes with such sharp intensity that they
seemed to burn his very soul. The moment seemed to last an eternity.
Sarah moved to her bedroom window and peered through the glass
at the sky. Although it was not yet night, a star was already clearly vis-
ible. Sarah focused on the star and whispered to her, “Please help me!”
and the star seemed to respond by shining more brightly.
Her father, sure that the punishment had been sufficient, left
Sarah’s room, her mother following close behind. “I’m sure she’ll use her
brain from now on,” he said to Theresa.
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“She needs to understand that, although we are wealthy, she has to
study and work to become someone in life,” Theresa agreed.
Sarah hadn’t slept. Her alarm clock buzzed intermittently, indicat-
ing that 6:30 AM had arrived. It was a new day, but the routine was the
same.
She got up quickly from bed, as there was no time to lose. She still
had to take a shower, eat breakfast, and brush her teeth, all by 7:30
AM, at which time the driver from her father’s firm would come to take
her to school.
“Good morning, Edward!”
“Good morning, Miss Sarah!” responded Edward politely as Sarah
got into the back of the car. “How was your Sunday?”
“Bad—I mean…” she corrected herself quickly, “okay. And how was
yours?”
“Same as always…. When one has little money, there are few
options in this world. But what about you? You seem a bit sad ”
“Well, a little. My father tore up my favorite book and forbade me
from reading anything that has to do with magic,” she confessed, head
hanging low.
“But why would your father do such a thing?”
“Because he is blind…. He thinks that life is all about money,”
responded Sarah quickly.
“Well… money in and of itself doesn’t bring happiness. You know, Miss
Sarah, I’ve been poor all my life. My parents were poor, my wife is poor,
and I work twelve hours a day, six days a week. But if there is something
I can be proud of, it’s that I’ve always done the best I could for my family.
Respect, support, and kindness are much more important than money.”
He looked at Sarah through the rearview mirror. “Don’t be sad, sweet girl,
because you have it all: health, smarts, beauty, kindness….”
“Well, it’s true that there are boys and girls in a much worse situa-
tion than mine,” Sarah said, looking out through the window of the car.
“I would love to help them,” she mumbled.
Around forty minutes later, Sarah arrived at school. There had been
an accident on one of the main streets on their way, and traffic had been
backed up. The school bell had already rung, and Sarah ran to her
classroom.
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“Good morning, Teacher. Sorry I’m late.”
The teacher gave Sarah a disapproving glare.
“Don’t tell me… it was an elf that made you late?!” said the teacher
ironically, provoking laughter among the students. The teacher had
received instructions from Sarah’s parents to firmly discourage any
beliefs their daughter had with regard to the supernatural.
“No,” responded Sarah, embarrassed. “There was an accident,
and—”
“I know…an evil witch knocked your car off the road!” the teacher
interrupted abruptly, provoking even more laughter.
Sarah remained silent, not knowing what else to say. She was
standing between the door and the teacher’s desk, head down, embar-
rassed, feeling humiliated.
“So, have you lost your voice?” continued the teacher. “Or are you
just lost in this imaginary world of fantasy, huh? There are no witches!”
he shouted angrily.
Hurt, Sarah shouted back, “Yes, there are! There are witches and
wizards!”
A great silence fell upon the room. The students admired Sarah’s
courage in how she responded to the teacher. The teacher rose from his
desk and walked to Sarah.
“Of course. Of course they exist. How could I have forgotten?!” he
said, pointing his finger at Sarah’s delicate face. “You’re a witch!”
Immediately, a chorus arose in the room, in which all the students
shouted, repeating endlessly, “Witch! Witch! Witch!”
Sarah was devastated. As if yesterday wasn’t enough, already this
morning she had to deal with the goading of her teacher and class-
mates.
As if he approved of the shouting of the students, the teacher sat
back down without uttering a word. Sarah felt beyond humiliated.
“Witch! Witch! Witch!” continued her classmates insistently, now
even louder. Sarah broke into tears.
“I’m not a witch!” she shouted desperately, but it was hopeless, as
her voice could not be heard over the shouts of her classmates. “I’m not
a witch!” she repeated, sobbing.
“Witch! Witch! Witch!” they continued.
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“Stop! I’m not a witch!” she said once more, but already, her voice
was fading from her sobbing. From one corner of her eye, she saw that
her teacher was smiling while watching the sad spectacle.
Seeing this, the feeling of despair gave way to a feeling of anger,
and Sarah became more and more furious at the injustice of it all.
“Stop!” she shouted more loudly than ever. “I hate you all!” she
shouted with deep anger.
Suddenly, to the surprise of the class, all the windows of the class-
room shattered, falling on the floor in thousands of little pieces. With
this, the room became silent. The teacher and students were stunned,
their silence revealing fear.
Sarah ran out of the room and away from the school as fast as she
could.
She knew of a little shop that sold books, magazines, and other
items, all related to the paranormal, and she had become very friendly
with the owner, Miss Daisy. Sarah had spent most of her allowance
there, buying everything she could to learn more about the subject.
Now she was there to ask for some advice from a friend.
“Hi, Daisy,” greeted Sarah as soon as she saw her friend behind the
counter.
“Hi, Sarah! What brings you here today? Don’t you have school?
Come give me a hug, my beautiful girl,” she said, coming around the
counter and kneeling down to give Sarah a warm hug.
Sarah enthusiastically returned the embrace while wiping a tear on
the sleeve of her sweater.
“What happened, little Sarah? Have you been crying?” asked Daisy
worriedly.
Sarah put her backpack down in a corner of the shop. “I need your
advice, Daisy,” she said, grabbing her friend’s hand and pulling her back
behind the counter.
“Sarah, you look so sad today.”
Sarah sat on one of the chairs beside the phone, took a handker-
chief out of her jeans pocket, blew her nose, and tied one of her
shoelaces that had come untied when she had run from the school.
“You know, Daisy, something really strange happened today.
Remember that book that I bought from you last week? There was a
chapter about people being able to move objects….”
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“Yes, psychokinesis. There was a chapter about psychokinesis,”
confirmed Daisy.
“Yes, exactly! Well, today, something similar happened to me. I
think it was something that I did subconsciously.”
“What happened, sweetie?”
“Well, I arrived a bit late to school today. My teacher, who knows
that I’m very interested in the paranormal, began to mock me, and then
all the students joined in. I was completely humiliated. I started cry-
ing, but then I got so angry that I told them all that I hated them—
something I’ve never said to anyone,” she lamented, half crying. “Just
then, all the windows in the room shattered, and I have the feeling it
was caused by me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” said Daisy softly, “what happened to you was nat-
ural. You were under extreme stress. Something was really hurting you,
and that was the way your mind dealt with it, relieving your stress with-
out hurting anyone,” she said, caressing Sarah’s head. “You must not
blame yourself… you are a sweet girl with no bad intentions,” continued
Daisy, gently bringing Sarah’s head to the warmth of her chest.
“Thanks, Daisy, for being so understanding,” sighed Sarah tiredly. “I
don’t consider myself bad, but quite the contrary….”
“Sweet little Sarah, of course you’re not bad!” exclaimed Daisy res-
olutely. “I’ve known you for some time now. When you first came
through this door, I saw how your eyes sparkled with goodness.” Daisy
hugged Sarah even tighter.
Sarah was very happy to have such a good friend. She jumped up
from her chair and said in a happy tone, as if nothing had happened, “I’m
going to study psychokinesis! Which book do you recommend, Daisy?”
“There are several that are very good…. Let me see….” Daisy was
thinking about some books that might be more on Sarah’s reading level,
though she knew it would not be a big issue because Sarah was very
mature for her age. “Here’s one, Sarah, Life After Death. It explains
really well the differences between psychokinesis caused by humans like
us and psychokinesis caused by disembodied spirits.”
“I’ll take it, then! How much, Daisy?”
“For you, my friend, I’ll discount it to only four dollars.”
Sarah pulled her little wallet out of her backpack, and as she opened
it, she remembered that she didn’t have any money since her father had
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