Roberto Muszkat was born in the city of São Paulo on November 16, 1959. Son of the doctor Chyja David Muszkat and Sonia Golcman Muszkat. On the night of March 14, 1979, Roberto passed away due to an extremely severe allergic reaction. Five months later, at the hands of Francisco Cândido Xavier, he returned writing his first letter, followed by more than twenty-one, which were organized and commented by his father in the book “Quando se pretende falar da vida” ("When one wishes to speak of life").

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The authenticity of the messages was proven by several of his family members, several of whom contained Hebrew texts and details only his father knew, and another contained information that no one in the family had knowledge, as reported by his mother in an interview. In one of the messages, Roberto signed as "Rob". Without understanding, she asked Chico "why" had he signed this name, and Chico replied that "one day you will find out." Only two years later, when the family was gathering material for the book about Roberto, her sister located a notebook with original manuscripts left by him, in which the signature was exactly as "Rob"!

 

"Dearest Mother Sonia, my dear Father and brothers always loved, may the Blessing of Peace abide with us. I'm excited. A different party in a new setting. Celebration of the twenty novembers on Earth. I do not know how to write what I feel. I would be glad if I could use my own tears of joy to make words from the joy I feel possessed.

Dear parents, I never imagined, in my quick existence, to celebrate the first anniversary of my stay in the Physical Plane, after having gone through the so-called "body liberation." Thank you for the affection you put into our memories.

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Mother Sonia, for our happiness, took the white robe, after the mourning of so many months of longing and almost desolation. The brothers emptied the savings to give me gifts in the person of our less fortunate companions. And Heaven, we hope, will give us a brilliant party, from hearts to hearts, as I never thought to be able to witness.To say "thank you" is so little, however, dear father, what can I do but take advantage of the resources we have to express our best feelings?

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I wanted to be myself the gift of peace and fraternity to be delivered, in order to praise not my personal memory, but the eternal Giver of All that we possess. I do not discard our joy, and so I aspire to say that all these blessings belong to the Wisdom of Infinite Love that has united us forever in the blessed bonds of spiritual communion in which we recognize ourselves.

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Dear Rachel, dear brothers Moises, Renato and Ricardo, while also keeping Rosana as a flower of affection to adorn our memories, I thank you all, my dear brothers, for the happiness you offer me and for the messages of tenderness that you have addressed to me.

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I hope our dear parents will be proud of us in the performance of our duties, through time and Life. It is true that the Law transferred me from residence, but it did not change my feelings. I am the same brother and recognized friend who owes them so much.

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To the beloved parents, our recognition for having gathered us into your arms, enabling us to live according to the precepts of the Divine Light that govern our existence. My dear Mother, I thank you for your faith, your enthusiasm for building the good, your trust in Spirituality and your gift of service, so clearly manifested in the preparation of the joy that you have reserved for me.

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I am happy and I hope that our fullness of domestic peace will be able to involve all the ingredients of our meeting with the larger family, where we will recognize ourselves increasingly integrated into our commitment to fidelity to the Holy of Holies.

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Dear dad, I'm satisfied and moved by your presence. I know the extent of your responsibilities and obligations, and I know how much every hour of your presence is worth, especially with our sick, pieces of the spiritual family that the Messengers of the Eternal Good placed in our arms. I kiss your hands knowingly and pray my heart for your tranquility and security.

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I talked to Mother Sonia about my first impressions of the Spiritual Life, when I was able to take the pencil for the first time, however, today, with the permission of our Senior Mentors, I ask for your consent to tell you that my body separation was quick .Hours before, I had not anticipated anything about the significant event that awaited me. I was preparing for the rest after I had medicated the nasal tract, when I felt something like a blow to my chest that reached all the nervous nets. I tried to speak but I could not. A soft torpor followed the phenomenon and I noticed that a compulsive sleep filled my head.

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I perceived intuitively that I was moving from the body, although I remained attached to it, when in the midst of the effort to define what I felt for the analysis of my own reasoning, I heard clearly the unforgettable voice of someone pronouncing the holy words: "Baruch Dayan Emet "(2) and I recognized that the phrase did not leave our house ...

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I tried to identify myself with the sublime expression of praise, but the torpor increased. The cold at the extremities compelled me to admit the presence of physical liberation, and I surrendered myself to the designs of the Eternal, trying to follow the direction in which the voice had expressed itself, as if it had turned me into a bird anxious to know the direction of my new nest, Since I no longer had any doubt as to the occurrence that separated me from the corporeal dwelling, in the manner of the tenant who is expelled from his own dwelling, given compulsive influences; However, between that voice and myself was the fainting that consumed my discernment ...

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It was when I had a strange sense of well-being that I heard the words, "Leshaná Habaá bi-Yerushalayim." (3) I understood that it was goodbye and slept with the tranquility of a child. Later on, I learned that my grandfather Moszek Aron had dictated in my favor those holy words so that I would entertain, relying on the imperatives of the Highest.

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When I woke up, I saw myself on a bed with Grandma Rachel watching over me. Days passed, and I understood without reluctance that I was no longer in our home, but rather in a "other life," which was surprising and dazzling to my thoughts as a young man. After a while, Grandpa Moszek came to meet me. He revived me. He re-established my self-control and self-confidence. When he sought me out to meet other friends in the prayer-room, in the large hospital-room, I cried with emotion as I observed that the beautiful group of friendly people whom I did not know pronounced the words "Boi Beshalom." (4)

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Then they sang, these new companions, the hymn Shalom Aleichem (5). After the chanting, my grandfather Moszek came to me and signaled me with the "Maguen David" (6), saying, "Bless me, God make you equal to Ephraim and Menasheh." (7).

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Tears filled my face as my grandfather promoted the Seder (8), at which meeting I could ask many questions. I came to know then that I was in Erets Israel (9), or Land of the Renaissance, whose beauty is indescribable.

There, in that province of the Earth-Space, stood another luminous city of the Prophets. Those who wept in the world, those who suffered torture, those who were martyred and burned, persecuted and slaughtered for the sake of the Victory of the Eternal and the Only Creator of Life, worked or rested for the edification of a new Humanity.

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With these notes I do not mean that I was as close as I am to a privileged city, because other nations have them in the spheres that surround the Planet, but that place was my heart pulsing with thousands or millions of other hearts, consecrated to the One Father. Dear Father, I remembered our union in the Home and I cried of longing and hope, love and joy. I reviewed the image of the beloved family and, gathering their affection, the tenderness of my mother and the dedication of my brothers within my own soul, I sent them, without knowing how the same message did, the unforgettable words of Ruth to Naomi: Wherever you go, I will also go, your people will be my people, your king will be my king."(10)

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From what I say, they are able to evaluate my emotions in the new Life in which I recognize myself, beginning to study and to work, under a climate different from the Physical World. My grandfather Moszek present here asks me to finish the narrative of what happened to me and happens. He came with a friend named Moritz Heiman, and in my company is the Moyses Zatyrko who greets his dear parents, Rosa and Boruch (11).

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I wanted to say more, but I cannot. My dear father, I am very grateful for the credit you give me, keeping my Mother and the brothers and sisters to share the same joys and prayers. My grandfather says that tomorrow, before starting the new calendar day, we will have our "Oneg Shabbat" (12) and we are all happy.

Dear and beloved sisters and brothers, thank you for the friends who lodge me in this room of peace and welcome all together the embrace of much love and much affection, with much hope in the future and much faith in our achievements in the present, from the son and brother recognized . "Roberto Muszkat - November 16, 1979

Notes by David Muszkat (Roberto's father):

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1) Since Roberto's departure to the Spiritual Plan, his parents and brothers celebrate his birthday at Uberaba, Wildfire Hospital and in one of the poor neighborhoods of the city, distributing food, clothing and toys. Roberto shows gratitude to his brothers and sisters, who, in order to participate in the celebrations of light that the parents organize, use their savings, offering us an extraordinary example of self-denial and respect for the most needy companions.

 

2) It is from the Hebrew tradition that as the final act of the burial ceremony of a relative, with the present body, the closest relatives make a prayer that ends with the phrase: Baruch Dayan Emet - Blessed be the true judge or blessed be the judge of truth. In the same sentence, Roberto was received by his grandfather on the Spiritual Plane.

 

3) Leshaná Habaá bi-Yerushalayim - Next year in Jerusalem.

 

4) Boi Beshalom - Come in peace.

 

5) Shalom Aleichem - Anthem that welcomes the angels of peace, sung on Friday night

 

6) Maguem David – David star

 

7) God makes you equal to Ephraim and Menashés - twin brothers, sons of Jacob. This phrase is a traditional paternal blessing.

 

8) Seder - the festive supper on the first and second night of the Jewish Easter. Celebrating the Seder  was a very cultivated habit by the paternal grandfather, before dying.

 

9) Erets Israel - Land of Israel.

 

10 ) As the Old Testament says, Naomi had two sons married to Moabite (non-Jewish) girls and Ruth was one of them. With the death of her children, Naomi returned to Israel, accompanied by her daughter-in-law Ruth, who converted to Judaism, telling Naomi the words quoted by Robert.

 

11) Probably Moritz Heiman, a friend of his paternal grandfather, while living in Poland in the 1920s. Moyses Zatyrko, son of Rosa and Jaime Boruch Zatyrko, commander of TAM, a well-known airline in São Paulo, died in a plane crash on February 8, 1979, near Bauru city. His mother, D. Rosa Zatyrko, was in Uberaba when she received this letter.

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12) Oneg Shabbat - literally means "Sabbath joy", a festive celebration of the Sabbath (Shabbat).

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