Tuesday 21st December 2010

To an intellectual friend of his’, enthusiast of the pure being and much linked to the physical life:

The afterlife of the being

is

much more beautiful of the being…

The being

Is full of non-being

Plato

Saw much deeper than Parmenides

Yes

The being is a colander

 

 

Sunday 12th December 2010. Incredible diffusion of the Nasa release in Molfetta, clerical and Episcopal centre of Apulia, strongly connected with Rome. 1432 copies.           Demons are moaning. 9,15 a.m..

 

Today is born

Today is known

God’s work

It was the Virgin

You are the ecclesial left wing

All about you is known

Every iota is investigated

 

“Today is born”, “Today is known”. Born, known already before, but today in a strong sense. “It was the Virgin”: She pleaded the cause of MO.CO.VA. once again.

 

We are receptive structures

Thanks to which things come towards us

Penetrate us, affect us

Bloom in us, thanks to us

in mental objects

 

 

Again epithets:

You are a Di Pietro

You are a bore

It’s all up with you

Tardigrade

Sink

Sponger

Dandy

Half-length

Pappalardo

You are a serious bastard

Big bastard

Padre Franco, p.Franco, p.Franco…

 

“Sponger”: you only feed yourself with Eucharist. And Eucharist for demons is a junk. Pure, horrible bread. “Pappalardo”: from the French word pape-larde, the false devotee who ate lard on the sly, violating penitential rules, of liturgical time. In a word: the prophet does not go hungry but eats on the sly. “Father Franco, f. Franco, f. Franco…”: they take off the increasing popular admiration.

 

 

They adulate the prophet on the wake of  father Pio:

Loved and admired like father Pio

Suffering like father Pio

Ill like the Lord

Loved like a Saint Santo

Father Pio, father Pio, father Pio

Savior of the poor

Holy father

Our father

Father God

Amaranth

 

“Amaranth”=very brilliant brachylogic expression to say: love is bitter, cornerstone of the Gargano prophet’s psychology.

 

 

Tuesday 21st December 2010.

Kidnapped by the three damned from Monopoli

(blaspheme image of the Divine Trinity)

Infinite pure horror

One of the three cuts his skin

Wakes up from the nightmare and hears:

It is another trick of ours’

It is not the end

The toilet clogs up

We will burn your house and books

You are a slut writer

Another pact

Another cheat

 

The three damned are nauseated  by the carthusian’s universal intercession, widened to demons and damned. “You are a slut writer”: they are in a state of nerves for his infernal reportages. “Another pact”, “Another cheat”: they make pactional proposals.

 

The nightmare

Was followed by a

Long and deep happiness

 

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