Descent into the Escuela Científica Basilio

That was the moment when, in order to know the ordinances of the rite, Frank Blumetti decided to enter the house

the house of the eternally open doors

and Frank Blumetti was an espírita.

As soon as Blumetti penetrated the edifice of walls color bone, he saw the light turned on, and it was 9 PM of winter

and the entrance hall looked like a pharmacy
and the light was color bone
and the light was located into a floating box

because sometimes the witchcraft is not in the people, but in the place.


And the hall had eleven doors, and every door represented a new hall, color bone, like De Gaulle in Algiers

and every new hall represented new eleven doors, and Frank Blumetti saw this, and felt an uneasy feeling in his Adam's apple

because every new door led toward a new hall, and all the doors were open, the access was easy

but, the exit... it was easy, dear reader, my tormentor?

And a silent smell floated over that place

a smell of fresh coelacanths and antitussive pills


and the image of Jesus the Christ presided over the entrance hall, and his hairs were white

and his image was flanked by his parents, Mary and Joseph, and they were trinity, and Jesus was older than his parents
and they weren't placed anywhere, because they were everywhere in that hall.


Because they were telecasted from a dimension that Frank Blumetti couldn't comprehend.



Blumetti advanced randomly to one of the eleven doors and opened it

in front of his eyes, a new hall appeared, divided in new eleven possibilities, and everything was color bone
his retina received this visual signal like the imago seen through a convex lens

Blumetti entered, leaving this way the entrance hall:
the door behind his back was closed by means of the mental love that saturated the place, Blumetti didn't touch it

and the new hall was completely different to the entrance hall
and it was illuminated by the Merthiolate

And in the new hall, the imago of Jesus, Mary and Joseph was not seen anymore.


and on the oblong walls of the new hall there was a script, hanged and richly framed in argent:


"Por los niños pobres que no tienen hambre
por la suerte y las apariciones de la luz mala
el Cristo Salvador, por el viejo Señor.

Aquí sus pecados hemos de salvarle
y vengan las cristianías, y las gentes
muertas de hambre."




The Merthiolate of the light ricocheted on the silvery frame and the Blumetti's skin, when his hand started opening a new door, furtively: his left eye vibrated, humid and nervous

and do you think, dear reader, my misjudger, that there aren't eyes observing the Blumetti's hand opening the new door?