Tuesday 7th April 2009

The future has to belong to those who create and  do not destroy. The prophet Obama in his Turkish Pentecost.

 

Berlusconi is a lifting, image, “face”, not an expression.

 

Narcissism and nihilism in hold and copulate in him.

 

An African visit of the pope. Luanda (Angola). Fainted injured died (2).

The god of death accompanies the pope of non-hope.

 

Tuesday 17th March. In the perfect evening silence joyful noises and quivering. Coming from the small iconostatic table of the bedroom.

 

Sunday 22nd March. 4,00 a.m. The Carthusian’s bed is shaken up by Satan. In the afternoon, at a bar, a long meeting with two ladies. Reconciled with Hope.

 

The mermaids’ song is more and more feeble. The Ocean resounds triumphantly. Here it goes.

 

In the most depressive moments the acustic experiences of the angels came out, case of joy and love.

 

Michael was going to make a pact with him more and more private and intense.

 

Tuesday 17th March. Evening vision. On the arboreal lectern the sapiential text is filled with glory and sun (the prophet’s writings) that a dark, strong and virile (not too much) archangel recites, in the absolute magnificence of nature listening to it, for a huge virtual audience. Once awaken he recognizes the Archangel: it is Michael, his almost guardian angel.

 

The sea, glaucous in the Greek style, shivered almost shaken by a flight of angels. Like the swimming pool of St John in Betzata. This way the highly imaginative Carthusian imagined. In that very moment sudden and violent the hail on the beach.

 

The poet prophet loved them all enthusiastically, both male and female angels.

 

The Lord wanted him to have a perfect feeing with angels, he needed for thousand emergencies linked to his condition of serious heart attacked patient.

 

“Oh dear light, lead me in the darkness of the way! The night is dark, and maybe the home of peace is still so far! Support my wavering heart! I do not ask to see beyond: just lead me step by step! Once I wanted to choose the way on my own. Oh mistake of my past disappear! Your mysterious power I already know about, lead me till the end, between moors and swamps, streams and rocks, and then once the night has passed, at the eternal dawn the angelic faces will smile at me, those faces I had seen fading away and that I had loved and always will”. Newman

 

Michaelic vision on the 17th March. Exegesis. The tree, central, in the middle of the glade, contains a hole, with a lectern in it, of the same material of the tree. On the lectern, radiant with the sun, the sapiential text. The tree is the one of Hope and Wisdom together. The sun is God. The Archangel is I some way the deep and vocational I of the prophet, that announces the saving contents of God’s plan. The message is not for the nature, but for all the human kind, Edenic, “natural”, faithful to its essence. The whole scene is filled with power and simplicity.

This article is available in Italian too