Saturday 2nd January 2010. The depth of Evil in the Church (sexual and financial crimes) shocks the carthusian. The demons mock him
Ingenuous
They produce a very special noise. Humanly unbearable. Only the afflicted invocation in the Name of Jesus dissipates it. As a revenge they mock him:
Wimpy
Father Courage
Sunday 3rd January. Night. No mental image could cancel the subtle shrill stubborn power of that sound-noise. Even less relishes, crosses, blessed water. The Trinitarian invocation of god was decisive, not in Its static order (Father, Son, Spirit) but dynamic (the Father, by means of the Son, in the Spirit).
The prophet listened to the Truth and at the same time could not hear Anything. Dialectic and polar, served by the angels, courted by the demons. Immersed in the Sun, crowned by living darkness.
The carthusian asked God the grace to feel loved in the middle of Hell, in the deafening and loud absurd of Nothing. Felt loved and love, communicating and radiating love from an acoustic Cross.
Men prefer the I rather than the Essence. They hold themselves drowning in themselves. If they felt God as Happiness, they would feel the immense loss of Him.
The churches should pour tears on the infernal fate of men. But they are dull and cerebral (cultured), swaying from God to Satan, humbleness and power.
The demons’ intent is the prophet’s madness or suicide. He simply has to refuse the exceptional contribution to the Salvation, falling back on that normality, that is much loved by all the churches.
Wednesday 6th January. Epiphany 2010.
God is dead
Tortured acoustically all night long until a human being can bear. Blessed You, Lord, who let me survive on this havoc.
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