Thursday 10th January 2008

Death releases energy.

 

Jesus of Nazareth or the absolute projection of God in history.

 

Trinity in its merging state is called God.

 

The prevention of an abortion means contraception.

 

Christ, Splendor of Father’s Splendor.

Father, Love, Passion, Overwhelming Entity.

 

Spirit, Music of the Word, Storm of Life, Groan of Lovers, convince me about Christ, save me from Nothingness.

 

God, hazy sun of the faith.

 

The most sublime words about You fall on themselves, stunned by Your glory.

 

The real mystic is dazzled by the glory of God, not by the glory of the Temple.

 

As a novice Jesuit he lived for some months in the room of a Jesuit dead in the odor of visionarity.

He, while praying for a young bride who was about to give birth and did not know about her child’s sex, saw a nice naked boy, on the bottom of Eucharistic cup, in the wine just consecrated. He rushed to call them and tell the happy news.

The intuition was after confirmed by reality.

In the same room, the novice saw an acquaintance of his, praying, shining like a star.

It would be nice and brave if Jesuits could publish the amazing charismatic “small sacrifices” of the unique brother.

 

The Lord gave entrust him with the exarch’s salvation.

 

Death is the necessary shock to assert oneself as a spirit.

 

“why are we still in the Church” by Joseph Ratzinger Benedetto XVI is donnish pedantic sophistic pedant complex oppressive. It lacks of simplicity “claritas”  bolt the pain of theological genuis. Above all, alas, the foreseeing power of Spirit. And His laugh.

 

The Spirit knocked on the bed edge. The Carthusian, annoyed, turned to the other part: he did not want to interrupt his dream and was not interested in superterrestrial messages. But, giving his back to the Spirit, he saw it, in a white surplice, getting on the altar. He was a pedophile priest, one he had known, dead a lot of years before. He was informing him about the end of his purification.

 

His father, dead, was standing there, in front of him, the young novice. Sad, with a white bears, and his hat on his eyes, almost to hide their veil.

Some days later the heavenly informative became true.

 

That summer a farmer had forced the  praying Carthusian to bear his cows and presence. The Carthusian prayed God with fierceness in order to free him. Some time later the farmer had a sudden heart attack. The Carthusian got sad about it.

This article is available in Italian too