Wednesday 25th August 2010

He was disgusted by the immense narcissism of Francesco Cossiga and of his clear and hardened anti-evangelism. A big Catholic of the best race. Of the purest andreottiano race.

 

 

M.Q.= Marcellina Qualdioli

 

 

Saturday 21st August. 6,40 p.m. Agile, slender, fit, well-built, leaning for the lethal fang. The demons-wolves are about to spring at me. Dark blue sleek hair. Their skin touches mine. I invoke Jesus. I am safe but I lie in bed weakened for hours.

 

 

Monday 23rd August. Dream-vision: I overlook the back of my summer house, physically desert. Instead of the surrounding green, there are a lot of building sites, workers bustling about, voices vibrating. The Project betrayed by the Council strongly re-emerge, tearing-up.

 

 

The real Tradition is not Betrayal.

 

 

Monday 23rd  August. 06,37 p.m. Words of the Spirit of the Prophet:

I bless you

I throw you

I multiply you

I assume you

 

The condition of the con-crucifix is not miserableness of the Worm but not the Ezekiel  thunder of Life.

 

 

This is the Universe I certify: chemically fertile, beaming with life, Energy evolved in more and more elaborate shapes of Matter.

This is the Universe I believe in: interwoven with spontaneity and determinism, sharing the same Creativity of God.

This is my God, Person and not general Theory, Praxis and not universal Explanation of physical phenomena.

 

 

He was tempted by cursing against his state of stigmatized person.

 

 

His prayer was no longer affectionate but fervent.

 

 

Eucharist was the centre of his day and the source of his physical energies. He woke up mainly to celebrate Easter Dinner. Getting deep only in the Action, omitting the Word, to meditate during the day.

 

 

The contemplation of the Prophet took part in that of Jesus on the cross. As coarse as that wood, cactus filled with water and life in the middle of the desert. Contemplation made of trust and active abandonment to Abbah’s will. We testify before God every will of control and imperium. We get into the mystic death of Ego, finally transubstantiated in God. Yes, only God. Nothing else. But talking and writing about it is a parable plot construction. Setting sails in the wind, at the mercy of Love, the Untold. Everything, everything is God. Everything, everything isn’t God.

 

 

Today’s culture bullshits: 1) the Prodigy is produced by the Power of the Mind. 2) the Voices of Joan of Arc are originated by her Subconsciousness. 3) In Fatima Aliens appeared.

 

 

Jesus was radical with him. He eliminated his yogurts because they were fat. He wanted to be the only energy for the carthusian.

 

 

Mary is much more cunning than Satan.

 

 

Sunday 29th August 2010. 6,15 p.m. The most frightening attack from Satan ever. A huge python slithers on the supine body of the carthusian, pressing it. Pressing it , not pushing it, thanks to the grace of Christ. Abyssal moments of Horror.

This article is available in Italian too