I was 15 years old when I saw a being of light looking at the stars. He spoke to me in thought and said that I was not alone. At that moment, I was near flowing water.
At 18, I found myself lost in a world of alcohol and corruptible friendships. Even so, I remember one rainy day, putting a cloth over my head that resembled a cloak, and for that fleeting moment, I imagined I was purified.
Seven years passed. I was 25 years old—in numerology, 7 represents the refinement of being. That’s when I met the beacon that illuminated my spiritual journey. Years went by and I met other people. One of them said she imagined me in a green dress, able to see something in the water, as Nostradamus once did. At that moment, I disregarded all their words, but time passed. After Jewish practices of diet and purification, I began receiving enlightenment along the way.
One day, I met a descendant of Lebanese people and even wore clothing from their heritage. Up until then, it was just the law of attraction preparing what was to come.
I saw the names Maria and Jane in the water and wrote them down, which together form Mary Jane. They were names I used to frequently discuss with someone, but I would never have thought to use them for my book characters.
I bathed in God’s holy wine and, after four months of spiritual purification, I met the character from my book in real life. He existed, and I attracted him.
Pascal, Maria’s love interest: two scientists trying to save the world from collapse. The book is based on this plot.
Belly dancing played a fundamental role in this story. Besides being a year 9, auspicious for revisiting our family tree, it connects us to our inner emotions and the elements of nature. I would say it’s the dance of the elements.
I created my ancestral map. I’m uncovering my roots and discovering where certain tastes and quirks come from, through Genera.
Back on April 30, 2020, I received a review of a scientific article on the topic of bread as cultural heritage. At the time, I found it interesting, but I also realized it had a connection to the present day.
I’ve always loved eating pizza with my hands. Finding someone to share the bread with was like a divine manifestation over time. I’m talking about roti, the kind I always looked for at Farid Supermarket, but never managed to satisfy my craving for.
The truth is, I learned how to do it with Manan. I usually call him Mani, spring, manna. Some even say “money.” I joke and say I was abducted.
Roti is now part of my routine, along with Arabic tea, which I first tasted during José Eustáquio’s travels. I remember praising it highly at the time, and he gave me a few tea bags. Today, I receive Arabic tea from a Muslim.
I feel a deep connection to my roots, to the soil. I am discovering myself and helping more people discover themselves too.
On the day of the launch of my book “Não beba das águas de quem finge matar a sua sede“ (Don’t Drink from the Waters of Those Who Pretend to Quench Your Thirst), I prepared some alchemical souvenirs. I know that everyone who has already purchased the book is experiencing new manifestations in their lives.
The portal for this book was opened in 2022 at the Botanical Garden of Rio de Janeiro, at the Fountain of Abundance and Prosperity.
And you: are you ready to share your bread with someone else? Are you ready to find yourself? Are you ready to discover that God has a story ready for you—and that all you have to do is remember?
This letter was written, from the heart, by the writer Jacilene Arruda on November 18, 2025.