Chico Xavier Page #2

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But it is how

I know how to make it.

-But which way do yo'go?

-I go...

You ain't foolin' me.

I know you ain't a bad kid.

But what's this story

'bout seein' souls come from beyond?

-You soft in the head, are you crazy?

-NO!

I already talked to the priest.

I don'want no crazy kid.

Ijus'don'!

Go, go help him Joo.

That's right.

Alright, Chico...

There are people

who make a sacrifice,

make a vow to get a cure

for a sickness,

a cure fortheir nerves.

Get rid of evil...

So will you make this sacrifice?

-I'm willin', Father...

-Very well.

All you do is pray

the Hail Mary during the procession...

-A hundred times!

-Blessed be...

the holiest sacrament

-Blessed

-''...Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and...

-at the hour of our death, amen.''

-Be the holiest sacrament

-Be the holiest sacrament

-Ninety six.

''Hail Mary full of grace,

Our Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou among women,

-and blessed is the fruit... ''

-Move, Chico!

Go to the front, go.

Pray, son, pray!

Ninety seven...

Psst, ma!

You...

thinkin' that I'm gonna be washin'

you're clothes every day?

What else is there?

Damn! Damn!

Damn the day you're Pa

brought you to me...

Damn it!

I take it, because after the badness

you always come.

You gotta hold on.

-Be strong.

-I'm strong.

I'm cryin' now,

I don' cry near her.

That's not what I'm talkin' about.

I ain't gonna'be seein'yo'

for a while.

Jus'a lil' while.

Don'do this to me, don't!

Didn't I keep my promise

last time?

It's 'cause...

people're either scared

o'me orthey're pokin'fun.

Don say that...

You want me to tell you a secret?

You are the bravest boy...

jus'a minute, yer'already nine,

So...

Yo'... the bravest

an'most special man

in the whole wide world!

Special is differen'?

It's 'cause I see an'hear

what nobody else sees an'hears?

No.

It is because yer'special

that all this happens.

I prefer it diffren'.

Prefer?

Playin' tag

with the other kids?

Yeah, ma...

I'd like not to be left out

of every game.

The worse part

is gonna'to be over soon,

I promise.

A step ma ain't like

a godmother,

you'll come runnin'back

in no time.

Come here, son...

Maria Cndida...

How're you ma'am?

-Raimundo...

-Hi.

Luiza,

-Conceio...

-Pleasure...

Geralda,

-Carmosina...

-Hi.

Lucia's the baby,

and...

this...

is Francisco, see?

Did yo'like t he ride

in yerPa's cart?

-An'Jose.

-Good day.

Looks like the family's

all back together again,

All the kids of Joo and Maria!

Ain't no one gonna'

be missin'a ma no mo'.

Cidalia, is ours now, see?

Joo... Leave 'em be.

They've been separate for so long,

now they're together...

Yo'right. Let's go in.

Come with me, C'mon.

Chico, wait.

Sorry, Chico.

Now may I, you'll let me?

''...taken from

the Portuguese crown,

thus causing the Empire

to collapse.''

This is one of the essays

chosen for the state contest for 1922.

It was written by one

of your classmates.

And more,

I am pleased to say

that he received

an honorable mention.

Come here, Chico.

Francisco de Paula Cndido.

-It's always him!

-Him again?

What's going on, here?

Teacher,

it's that spirit stuff.

What's this silly spirit rubbish.

Well I never,

making up such stories!

Get up, Rosa

and go to the principal's office.

Rosa, were tellin'the truth.

Chico... It is nice to help out

your classmate, but...

I ain't lyin'.

I had a man by my side,

helpin'me.

Do you want to go

to the principal's office too?

Why don'he do

an essay right now?

Stop! Stop messing about!

Stop! Stop!

He's here.

By my side.

Right here.

Alright then,

write stuff 'boutthe sea.

'Boutthe sand on the beach...

Enough. This has already

gone far enough.

-Both of you straight to the principal's...

-I'll write it if yo'let me, miss!

''My children,

let no one mock creation.

A grain of

sand is almost nothing,

yet it is like a tiny star

reflecting God's sun.

That grain which is negligible

when stepped upon,

gains an unimaginable

dimension...

when with other grains...

it becomes an instrument...

of the passage of time ...''

Jucelio...?

Don't know nobody

by that name.

I don't know him.

Yes, ma'am.

Right Mrs. Eullia,

I'll tell my pa.

Yo'say it an'I'll repeat

so I don'get it wrong?

It seems like the pain is in his back,

but the pain is really in his lung.

Right...

Right, Mrs. Eulalia.

Chico!

S'matter?.

Somethin' bad happenin'?

I heard you talkin'.

No... nuthin's happenin'.

Who yo'talkin'to?

Where's this person

I can't see?

Oh my goodness!

Chi...

Chico forget this stuff.

Come lay down. Go to sleep.

You got school

real early tomorrow.

You don'believe me neither,

right?

This stuff in yer'head

come from this badly writ rubbish.

But, ain't he sick?

Let's make a deal.

Talk only to me.

Yer'Pa ain't got no understandin'.

An'do yo'

really unnerstan'me?

Look here, when a boy's cries

either its 'cause of school,

or 'cause of work.

With you it's diffren,

ain't it Chico?

Must be 'cause

of these things you see,

an' hear, ain't it?

l miss my ma so, so, much!

She promised

she'd come back...

but up to now she ain't...

-But yer'Ma, she's...

-She promised in the hospital too...

And she came back.

Now she's gone...

an'up to now...

In the hospital...

What did yerma say

in the hospital?

We was like we are now.

Me here sittin'

and she lyin'there...

She was sorta yeller

'cause of being sick.

My pa said

she wanted me

to go to my godmother Rita's...

Can I talk like,

kinda pretend you're my ma?

Yes, Yes.

I like you

almos'as much as I like her.

So tell me,

tell me everythin'...

You givin'yer'children

to others,

its ' cause yo'don't wan'us

no more, ain't it?

I'd never do

somethin'like that.

It's yer'pa

who can't support y'all.

Yeah...

An'then she said this:

''If anybody say's I died,

they're lyin'.

Don'believe them.

I'mjust gonna be still,

sleepin'.

An'I'm comin'back,

back to to yo'.''

She said that, did she?

She did.

An'she came back!

An'yo'believin' me?

I am...

I believe in you son.

I have faith...

Someday, somebody's gonna explain

what happens to you.

Our disembodied

friends tell us,

that the tears we shed

for those dear to us...

do them a lot of good.

when they reflect our

longing tempered with hope.

The tears light the paths...

of those who are remembered

with great affection.

But when the tears

reflect our anger...

at God's designs,

things that we cannot

immediately understand...

these tears hurt the living,

as well as those

who are no longer with us.

Very well, Chico.

Now we pass the word

to Menezes de Assis.

Thanks Saulo.

Chico,

we are in an age

of hippies and of drugs.

Many believe that in worship where

there is a trance like state,

substances such as these

are being used.

What is your opinion?

I can only speak for myself

and for Spiritism.

My Mediumship became manifest

when I was a child.

And I believe that my family

never used these substances...

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