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Reflections of the Abyss: A Leap of Faith
A Redemptive Journey Through Darkness
YLICH TARAZONA
PSIC. YLCH TARAZONA
Contents
Title Page
AUTHOR'S RIGHT
Dedication
Section
Introduction
Author's Preface
CHAPTER I: ANGELA ISABEL
CHAPTER II: THE DIARY OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
CHAPTER III: LEAP OF FAITH
CHAPTER IV: THE ANGEL OF DEATH
CHAPTER V: REST
CHAPTER VI: THE SKY
CHAPTER VII: HELL
CHAPTER VIII: THE HOLY SPIRIT
CHAPTER IX: THE LORD, THE SON OF GOD
CHAPTER X: DIVINE LESSONS
CHAPTER XI: THE VIRGIN
FINAL CHAPTER: DISCLOSURES AND UNITY
Final Words
Epilogue
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Other Publications, Special Editions and Books Created by the Author
COPYRIGHTS
Reflections of the Abyss: A Leap of Faith
A Redemptive Journey Through Darkness
Immerse yourself in the pages of a narrative that will take you from the depths of despair to the vertices of redemption. In this literary journey, Angela Isabel not only challenges adversity, but also invites you to question the realities of life, sacrifice and the strength of the human spirit. Each chapter, carefully woven with exciting discoveries about life, promises not only to entertain but also to deeply inspire and question the purpose of human existence.
When Angela Isabel finds herself on the brink of despair, ready to abandon her existence, an unexpected event stops her: a man whose presence seems to defy the gravity of the moment. Who is he and why does he seem to follow her every step? This mysterious character offers her not only a second chance, but also revelations and spiritual enigmas that could change the perception of the world as we know it.
Angela, a young mother who has lost everything she loved, embarks on a journey through the shadows, facing challenges that question her sanity and her faith. But behind every corner of her fractured mind lie truths waiting to be discovered. Truths about life, love and death that intertwine in a mystery that only she can solve.
Will Angela succeed in deciphering the riddle of her savior before the shadows of her past consume her completely? Discover how the search for answers leads her to confront not only personal ghosts from the past, but also forces that challenge the very essence of the universe.
Captivating and full of unexpected twists and turns, this novel is a mirror where every reflection could be the last truth Angela needs to face. Get ready for a story that will not only grab you from the first page, but also challenge you to look beyond what you think is possible and question even your own established beliefs.
Series: "Chronicles of Truth - The Light in the Shadows".
First Edition, Volume 1 of 7.
YLICH TARAZONA
Writer and Lecturer
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Date of Publication: 24-June-2024 14:56 UTC.
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Dedication
To you, who have held this book in your hands looking for more than words. Perhaps you seek comfort, perhaps answers, or perhaps a silent companion on stormy days. I dedicate this work to those hearts that, despite being wounded, continue to beat with the hope of healing; to the brave souls who dare to look inside themselves and face their abysses with the certainty that there is beauty even in the darkness.
To you, reader, who on each page will find a fragment of life reflected in you, I offer not only a story of love, mystery and spiritual enigmas, but a part of my heart, hoping it will resonate with yours. May the vicissitudes of Angela Isabel inspire you to continue your own journey towards light and redemption, reminding you that you are never alone in this vast odyssey we call life.
With all my affection and understanding, I invite you to immerse yourself in this story based on real situations, knowing that each word was written thinking of the resonance it could have in a heart in need of listening and understanding. This book is for you, in the hope that you will find in it a refuge, an inspiration, and a bridge to the reconstruction of your own being.
Section
"In the darkest moments, when the light seems to fade from our vision, it is then that we must face the darkness to rediscover the light within us." - Paulo Coelho.
Introduction
On the streets of a city that never sleeps, Angela Isabel's life seems to fade like shadows at dawn. After the tragic loss of her most cherished loved ones and the collapse of her world, Angela finds herself on the edge of a precipice, not only physically, but emotionally, mentally and spiritually. "Reflections of the Abyss: A Leap of Faith" is an odyssey through grief and redemption, a deeply human tale about finding hope in the darkest corners of our existence.
With each chapter, readers will plunge into the depths of a tormented mind, exploring the boundaries between reality and illusion, love and despair. This book is a journey through the rawest emotions and deepest questions about life and death, inviting all to reflect on the fragility and strength of the human spirit.
Author's Preface
Writing "Reflections of the Abyss: A Leap of Faith" has been one of the most challenging and eye-opening journeys of my writing career. Inspired by true stories of loss and recovery, my goal was to create a story that not only entertains, but also offers comfort and understanding to those who have faced the darkness of grief and depression.
This book is a tribute to the resilience of the human soul, to its ability to face the most devastating storms and emerge with a new vision of life. Angela Isabel, although fictional, represents many souls in the real world who struggle daily to find a ray of light in their lives clouded by pain.
With every word, I sought to immerse readers in a visceral and emotional experience, inviting them to walk with Angela on her journey from utter despair to acceptance and, ultimately, redemption. My hope is that "Reflections of the Abyss: A Leap of Faith" will resonate with you, inspire dialogue about the difficult issues it addresses, and offer a refuge, a companionship, at times when the world seems too big to face alone.
Thank you for joining me on this adventure, for allowing me to share with you this story of love, loss and recovery. May the pages of this book offer you both challenge and comfort, and, as you close it, may you feel a little less alone in the vast universe of our shared experiences.
CHAPTER I: ANGELA ISABEL
Walking across the bridge, a deep sadness envelops me, like a thick fog that clouds every thought. Every step I take feels heavy, as if my legs are made of lead. I look up at the cloudy, rain-laden sky and realize that Manhattan, with its steel and glass skyscrapers, no longer holds my attention. The city, once a symbol of opportunity and dreams, now seems cruel and heartless to me. Below me, the Hudson River seems to offer me its open arms, a tempting solution to the suffering I feel in my chest. The murmur of the water calls to me, promising an end to the endless agony that consumes me.
As I walk, I see the reflection of my image in the glass of a truck speeding by. The woman looking back at me seems to have it all: youth, beauty, health. But that is just a mask, an illusion. The truth is that life has taken away everything I valued. My parents, my daughter Valentina... everything has vanished in a whirlwind of tragedy and pain. The apparent perfection of my exterior is a cruel irony in the face of the abyss of desolation I feel inside.
I am young, I am 27 years old, tall and beautiful like few others, with features inherited from my Colombian mother. I am a natural blonde, with straight hair cut shoulder length, intense blue eyes surrounded by a thick violet rim, long eyelashes, an angel's face with full, red lips like a rose, and a slender and well shaped body, with curves in the right places. Many women wish they had the body I have naturally. But none of that matters to me right now.
Tears run down my cheeks, leaving wet furrows on my skin. My eyes are swollen from constant crying, a silent testimony of my suffering. If there is a heaven, my daughter Valentina and my parents should be there, in peace. However, according to some beliefs, the act of taking my life would send me to hell, separating me from them forever. This idea torments me, but the pain is so deep that I almost wish there was no God. I almost wish to sleep eternally in the oblivion preached by atheists, because I cannot conceive of continuing to live in a world that has been so cruel to me.
I cannot believe in a God who allows so much suffering on earth, a God who took my Valentina from me. I know it is dangerous to be angry with God, but I feel uncontrollable anger towards Him, as if it is His fault that I am going through this. I want to scream at Him, I want Him to know that I blame Him for my pain, but I fear He will retaliate against my daughter's soul. Closing my eyes, I prepare to jump, willing the river to erase all this agony. In that instant, my whole life flashes before my eyes: the moments of happiness, the broken dreams, the immeasurable losses. Despair overwhelms me, and I am ready to take the final step.
CHAPTER II: THE DIARY OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
Flashback to the past:
I am 18 years old and a teenager with an angelic face and a developed body for my age. I work as a part-time waitress in a coffee shop after school to learn the joy of work and build my character. I am dressed in the coffee shop uniform: a white shirt buttoned up to the collar, a green wool vest with an embroidered coffee cup and blue pants. I practice my best smile and strive to provide the best service.
My father, though wealthy, has always valued the importance of hard work and humility. He observed my dedication and promised me a tenfold increase in everything I earned, including tips, if I managed to save a significant sum. During that month, I worked tirelessly in the cafeteria, each day practicing my best smile and striving to provide the best service possible. Every tip, every bill earned, I guarded carefully, thinking about how I could make a difference.
At the end of the month, I managed to save two thousand dollars. I clearly remember the day I showed my father the money. He, true to his word, handed me a check for twenty thousand dollars. With my heart full of emotion, I decided to donate all the money to the orphanage that was conducting a fundraising campaign for needy children. I went to the orphanage with the full twenty-two thousand dollars and the contents of my piggy bank. Seeing the joy and smiles on the children's faces was an incomparable feeling. I felt so much happier seeing their happiness than if I had bought the Chanel dress my father thought I was saving for.
When I got home, my father heard about my gesture and was proud of me, deciding to support me by sending more donations to that and other orphanages. A year later, my family moved to New York. Dad left his partner in charge of the offices and opened new branches. As a reward, he offered me 10% of the company's stock, and told me that I could donate as much of the profits to the orphanages as I wanted. Although I was sad to be separated from my friends, I could not refuse this generous offer.
After moving to Manhattan, Dad taught me the joy of work, and I went to work washing cars, working in a hair salon, volunteering at the Salvation Army, and other jobs. He insisted that I change jobs every month to gain more experience. During my month of working in a fish market, my hands were impregnated with a fishy smell that nothing could get rid of. I protested a little, but Dad reminded me that I needed to learn humility so I wouldn't become a stuck-up person.
To celebrate my fifteenth birthday, Mom began to prepare my party to present me in society. Dad and I went to see the dress and the hall that had been chosen, then we went to a Christian orphanage that was half in ruins, with over 200 orphans playing in its courtyard. Then we drove to a Christian orphanage that was half in ruins, with over 200 orphans playing in their yard. He showed me a very high figure and told me I could spend that money on my party, or donate it to the orphanage to repair it. I grabbed the check and went into the orphanage to give it to the director. When I came out, I couldn't help but cry. Dad hugged me and told me I did the right thing and that he was proud of me. I don't even know why I'm crying. I was looking forward to the party, yes, but it's nothing to cry about. I don't understand what's wrong with me, I think maybe deep down I must be a little shallow, maybe I need to clean more fish.
I'm doing well in school. I would be president of the cheerleaders if it weren't for the fact that I have to work. Even though I don't have a uniform, I'm almost one of them, and the captain of the soccer team, Alex, has his eye on me. Alex is very handsome, with a smile that could melt ice. One day after work, he offered to give me a ride in his red sports car. I accepted, thinking it would only be a short ride.
However, Alex took me out of Manhattan, to a little hill with a beautiful view of the city. Sitting there, looking at the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers, I felt like I was in a dream. To my surprise, Alex pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket. It wasn't an engagement ring, but it was obvious he had spent a fortune on it. He put it on my finger and kissed me. It was all very romantic. From that day on, Alex and I went out every day after work, and although his gesture was dazzling, I soon discovered that his true intention was not so noble.
Friday he takes me to a party and wants me to drink alcohol. I tell him no. He takes me to a room and almost forces me. I ask him what's wrong and he tells me I have to make it up to him for the ring. I take it off and throw it in his face, yelling at him: "Do you think I'm indecent? I slap him hard and go home. I cry all night, my boyfriend was nothing but a pig.
Another year goes by and my body does not stop developing. Although my face is that of an angel, my body is that of an actress; my breasts do not stop growing, they are already so big that they give a nice shape to my figure. They offer me to pose in exclusive magazines, but dad refuses, he says that environment is too relaxed. And he keeps sending me to humble jobs. To make me learn principles he uses his contacts and I end up hanging from a climbing rope, polishing the Statue of Liberty with a team of climbers hired for that purpose. One of the guys (very handsome) helps me every day and teaches me how to belay and unbelay. He doesn't tell me not to look down, he tells me to look down every 5 minutes, until the altitude no longer impresses you. I listen to him and in less than a week I lose all fear of heights. My climber is poorer than a mouse, but he is very affectionate. When we are alone, up there, he hugs me and gives me very nice kisses. I discover that this is my weak point. He is so affectionate that I let him pet me and spoil me, one thing leads to another and I end up madly in love on top of the Statue of Liberty. When I tell Mom about it, she laughs and tells me she doesn't think Dad would think to teach me those kinds of principles. A few days later, my climber leaves to climb Everest. I don't care, he wasn't the love of my life, it was just a nice experience that erased the wound of my bad experience of love in the past.
Dad goes on to assign me to one job after another in his company. Preferably the humble ones: I report mail, clean toilets, answer the phone. I always do my best. If I want my orphans to receive the money from my shares, I have to work with my best smile on my face. In my personal life, every week the kids come and go. Even though I go to Sunday service every Sunday, I'm not frigid or backward, but they just don't know how to reach me. They are snooty, rich daddy's boys who try to buy me off with expensive gifts and meals at fancy restaurants and then demand to be intimate with me. I throw their fancy gifts in their faces and go home (usually to cry). I don't ask for much, just to be treated with affection, to be hugged richly and given cute little kisses, but it seems that in this world love is scarcer than money. One Sunday in church I complain to God, I hardly ask for love anymore, with a little bit of affection I am satisfied. Is it too much to ask for?
I am 19 years old and my body is already a woman's body. Each one of my breasts is bigger than before, they are firm and defy the law of gravity, they are soft and smooth (and attract like a magnet).
Then the unthinkable happens. Dad's partner runs off with all the money and his companies go bankrupt. We lose everything except the house, which was in Mom's name and, luckily, they had a separation of property. They take our cars, credit cards, phones. Luckily, Dad's lawyer is very good and a great friend (who doesn't charge him), and thanks to him, he doesn't go to jail. Dad finds a normal job, from which the government still confiscates part of his salary. Mom sells her jewelry and I find a job delivering mail in a skyscraper. On that we survive, but I can no longer give almost anything to the orphans. So, on the sly, I start posing for lingerie magazines. The checks I earn go entirely to my beloved orphans.
