A Revolutionary's suffering.

 
 

September 20, 2007

Santa Cruz, California

Received by FAB

I am here, Che Guevara.

I am aware that you have shown an interest in my life. I now see the folly of what I did. You argue, but the Castro revolution succeeded! Yes, but at what a cost! No, from the vantage point of this spirit world, my career was a miserable failure. I was educated and well-read; from my current perspective, I should have known better. But I believed in Marxism and felt that the violence I did was justified.

It was not. And that is because the consequences were very bad. My revolutionary activity on earth did not contribute one iota to my happiness. In fact, it has only brought me misery.

Now you are wondering, why didn't my high ideals come back to bless me? You have channeled other revolutionaries with apparently different experiences.

The truth of the matter is that despite my high ideals, I enjoyed the idea of killing people. You read that I deliberately placed myself in danger. Well, I relished the excitement and killing of combat. It gave me pleasure. But this factor completely canceled all those hours I spent in my youth reflecting.

My life could have been so very different. I could have been a blessing for humanity. Instead, I was a curse.

I know there is a certain cult mystique about me, but this is all a lie. I wasn't a revolutionary hero; I was a killer who truly enjoyed violence. And for someone like me, the spirit world is a curse.


Life of Che Guevara according to Wikipaedia.

 
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