Ass-y curses
Ave Maria
Light of the sky
Ave Maria
As. Of the sky
Ave Maria
Light of the sky
Ave Maria
As. Of the sky
Ave Maria
Light of the sky
Ave Maria
As. Of the sky
Holy Heart
„ as ..
„ heart
„ as.
„ heart
„ as..
Ave Maria
Queen of heaven
Ave Maria
Queen of as..
Ave Maria
Queen of heaven
Ave Maria
Queen of as..
They obsessively repeat to the Carthusian:
Shirker
Fragile
Insane
Mad
They cry to him:
To death
You have come into our bed
At 2,50 of Friday 27th November they sing, mocking the prophetic consecration:
The Splendor talked to me
„ „ sad
„ „ „ sad sad….
Infinitely. More and more subtly, more and more deeply, more and more cruelly, specialistically, implosively. The Carthusian opposes the implosive psycho-techniques with the prophecy-writing. Listens and writes. The Carthusian knows about absolute certainties, gained and regained for faith, the Voices cannot do anything against. They belong to the world of impotence and somehow to the world of unreality. They are nothing, but they are. They are but they are nothing. Similar echo of the Christic Voice of the Spirit.
Saturday 28th November. The voices:
It is a pre-holiday
Hurry, hurry
They have the nightmare of the Day of the Lord, that stops and dampens the diabolic action over men. They have to spill their anger over the Carthusian before Sunday.
Lord
Free me from the opposites:
From the exotic pleasure of Hell
From its terror
Saturday 28th November. A woman, dressed in black (= dead), a nice soul, tells him: when I worked in my office, in the daylight suddenly it got dark and cold: it was it. Uselessly the Carthusian tries to understand its identity.
The demons cheer Benedetto XVI:
Hurray to the Pope
The last days of the Carthusian fold out in the splendour of the Immaculate Conception, enjoyed in her joyous essence of light.
The Holy Spirit, as Mary’s husband, is the case of the joy and of the final joys of the Carthusian. He is the Christic shell that whispers to the joyful heart of the Carthusian: Abbà.
The damned are hated and hate. They do not hate the Hate.
The demons
See Heaven like Hell
Hell like Heaven.
They revel in themselves.
They bask in themselves.
There is an infernal paradise
As on earth
A night experience of 1979, in Rome, in Giulia street, at Betania of the Holy Heart. He was woken up by an interior voice, self-prophetic and peremptory: one of the most Marian s…. the Jesuit novice was not as enthusiastic of the first part (s….) of the syntagma as for the second (“most Marian”).
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