Monday 10th November 2008

By digging in me I find the others, all of them; by digging in others I find myself.

 

“The real strength of our country does not come out from the power of weapons or our richness, but from the everlasting call of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and an invincible hope”: words of Obama the night of his victory in Chicago.

 

On the purple sea

The flower of dawn

Ostuni

 

4th November. A dream. Three yellowish crocodiles in the street, vertically to the pavement where the Carthusian is walking.

Two of them look at him, menacing but inoffensive, unlike the third, incredible and attacking. In front of it the prophet is frozen by terror.

In eucharistic intimacy Jesus reveals him that those are the demons. His peculiar demons: thirst for normality, vivid sensuality, pride. The first two demons are tamed, the third one is going to get excited due to the worldwide attention that will be paid to the prophet.

 

Sunday 9th November. A dream. The square. Some men blow some little green spheres, that release a terrible wind, forcing the present ones to bend on their shoulders. That evil wind does not hit in front of them but runs over them from behind and it works from behind. In an unnatural way.

Those men are the demons that act in history (square).

 

Alongside this vision the prophet takes note:

The Bible is the future

The faith is faith in the Promise

The Promise is the resurrection in the new creation

Love hopes

Nature moans for impatience

History is the bow to the Sun

 

Further note. The wind unnatural violence is the same unnatural power of Satan among us, emptied of every real hope, incited to worship hopes and values of the past (green little spheres; blowing spheres because the shapes of yesterday’s hope, implanted today, kill both History ad Spirit).

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