Myriam’s life was filled with children and grandchildren and deeply marked with two deaths: her eldest son and Joseph, a good, honest, working man.
Myriam’s marriage was a contract, like the marriage of her coetaneous. Not a romantic marriage but one decided by the related fathers. The woman, infact, was in her father, brothers and husband’s hands, in a word males’ hands. Considered as inferior. Myriam lived sincerely such a submission. Maybe she cried when as a child she left her family to enter Joseph’s one.
Her father extolled her health, working skills and mainly virginity with Joseph, who wanted her.Yes, virginity was the myth of that patriarchal and agricultural society. At least seven children, five sons, among which Yeshua and some daughters and a lot of abnegation.
She was worried by the idea that her son Yeshua could leave her for His role of wandering prophet. She was afraid of His fate according to the biblical and historical knowledge: authentic prophets were massacred.
She could not read or write, she was illiterate like all the women of her age, according to the cultural rule of her environment.
Yeshua developed His qualities as a leader thanks to His leading role in the family, with Joseph and after Joseph.
Black hair, black eyes, olive carnation: the verisimilar physical icon of Myriam that can be anthropologically and statistically reconstructed. Small, but certainly pretty.
According to the cardinal Scola, pope Roncalli was neither conservative nor progressive, but a saint. Pure Monofisismo. As if we said: Christ was crucified for His sanctity, not for His ideas.
Scola drains intellectual sewage of Saint Giussani and his holiest group from every pore.
Jesus, perfect dyad.
Father of men and angels, of animals and plants, of stones and stars, intercede with You on everything behalf.
2nd May, 3,50. Aired by a huge night butterfly. And then, almost on the mug, in the black a monstrous black.
He let out a roar of terror. He had experienced the John’s Assassin. The heart, seriously heart-attacked, stayed beaten and shaken for half an hour. Totally awaken, in the external and internal senses.
The following night he decided to sleep with the lights off. Jesus had showed him His power on his heart. He had to trust Him absolutely.
From that satanic experience, the most violent and traumatic of that life, the carthusian comes out invigorated in his spirit and overwhelmed by God.
Stigmata are produced by Jesus even through the minister of angels, of those angels that penetrate in the height, the depth, the width of Love present in the Crucified. Those that suffered that Love. And were injured by it.
to Roberto Robustelli
the loving sound
of the humpbacks
this weekend
of moon
floods me
in your mud
Sarno
In your pain
Roberto
May 99
Love streetlights
On sea intercourses
spied
by a morbid bell tower
3rd May 99
Vega
capsules of mystery
land this evening
on your pain
Bari 99
Michelaccio
Infant prodigy
tonight
sucks the stars
and whistle the moon
Polignano 99
Unconscious clouds
On flashes of moon.
Snores
Michelaccio
On Morpheus lap
In the stars harem
And cellars of moon.
All the childhood nightingales
Have woken up.
They sing the wounds of life.
On the chute of the moon ray
Children come back
The vivid dead.
Astride the moon
Eating the stars.
Embracing me far from.
Rustles of moon and angels
Crashing of crickets
Infinite asphalts
Burning barking of dogs.
The Gange of the heart
Overwhelms with lamps and flowers.
Love.
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