As a son who asks his father if he is well his son, such I appeared 
to Jeanne, and to this holy flame who accompanied his steps. 

Also my lady says me it: 
"Show out of yourself, all the ardour of your desire, so that it spouts out accurately 
carrying the inprint of your soul; not so that your words make better know 
what we know already, but so that you are accustomed to say what is your thirst, 
so that one pours you something to drink."

 "Oh cherished light, you which rises so high above the spirit of the men of science, 
that you see the contingent things before they actually are realised, by looking at God 
who puts everything at the present, while I accompanied Baudelaire to the Purgatory and ito Hell, 
it was said to me, on my future fate,  words that I fear, although I feel to be solid like rock 
against the blows of the fate; also, my desire would be satisfies to learn 
what is the destiny which awaits me: is an informed man, worth not more than two of them?"
 Thus I spoke to this same light, whohad initially addressed herself to me, and,
 like Jeanne wanted it, I acknowledged my desire to her. 

And it was in clear terms, and in a precise language, that answered to me this loving father,
 locked up  in its own smile where it appeared  to me: 
"The contingency things  which goes beyond the comprehension of your material world, 
are all fixed in the eternal glance; but they are not of a character of peremptory necessity. 
From there, comes at my sight the time which, for you, prepares, and which 
vibrates to my ear like a soft music. Your spirit will leave the earth of your ancestors. 
That will be wanted and takes shape already, by those who adulterate with the Truth.
 The public rumour, as it is usual, will take party against your poetry, not for 
what it believes as being the truth, but, to adjust itself to that says about it those who manufacture it. 
It will be necessary for you to give up what possess as the most expensive in the world, 
your country and what you conceive of it, and to find exile there without having  to leave it.

 You will suffer how, the exile is harder to whom who does not have to be exiled in his body, 
but only in his soul. You will suffer which salt taste has your bread, which has the flavour 
of the stranger, and as it is a hard journey to travel through a badly shaped way to your step. 
And what will weigh the most on your shoulders,  it will be the malicious and stupid 
company of those who will dig the abyss around yourself, and which will harrass you 
and will turn themselves against you. But it is from it and not from yourself that the forefront
 will redden, so that you will be proud to have made a party only for yourself. 
Your first refuge and your only reward, you will owe them only to your solitude  
and to the art which it gives birth to. Put all your waitings in him and its benefits; 
by him, you will learn what the world does not know and pretends not to know." 

Then she still says this light:
 "I do not want you to carry desire to your fellow-citizens, 
because your life will last in the future, much more than the punishment of their perfidies."

 "My very Dear Father, I see very well how time overtake me, to give me a  blow as strong as
one gives himself up more; aso it is good that  I arm myself with precaution, so that, if the good 
of my conscience is removed from me, I do not lose freedom due to my verses.
 In the world below, plunged into the eternal bitterness, and by the mountain from where the eyes 
of my Lady where removed from me, then by the heaven, from light to light, I learned so much things which,
 if I repeat them, will make of many people my enemies. And if I hide, by timidity, the truth, 
I fear not to live anymore among those who already claim to live in the future, 
and do not know anything about the past, and who cannot adapt to the present." 

And my Father answered:
 "A consciousness darkened by the shame or that of others will certainly find your word  bitter; 
but tell your vision accurately, draw aside any lie, and let people scrape themselves 
where it stitches, because at the first taste your word seems to  importunate them, 
it will know how to nourish the future generations. Your cry will make like the wind which strikes only 
the highest summits, of those who can open their arms to the truth, and it is not a poor subject of honor. 

It is for this reason that were shown to you, in the lower spheres, the souls of those who 
lived in the fame; because whom who does not listen and wants to hear only what his spirit is
 conditioned to, never lets itself allure by whom  who is not known or is celebrated or is not glorified,
 nor by arguments which do not have any glares."