Thursday 15th October 2009

Wednesday 14th October. Night. Gethsemane of a heart attack. Temped to commit suicide. Consoled until the morning light by the voices of the praying Angels.

 

Night vision. Through the interior door of the bedroom, with a window in the middle, he sees Satan, a horned grey shape. He bets him to break cover. The Shape enters and goes towards him. The Carthusian invokes Jesus and the Abnormal disappears.

 

The Angels foresees his death as very near and Life, with the lyrics of the Canticle of the Canticles. The Lover tells to his Loved one: “Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away. Winter has gone”.

 

The Carthusian was afraid that the Angels robbed his heart, that until then went towards the Trinity and Christ. But he had to verify that their special presence scarily brings the Other. In their gardens the narcissist is weed.

 

Thursday 15th October. Satan, tall and slim, mysteriously regal, gets in front of him touching him slightly with its long black hairs of the pelvis and a juicy mammal dick. “Liar”, “Bloody”: is the verbal reaction of the Carthusian. 03,40 a.m.

Yesterday the Italian Government voted the unconstitutionality of the law about homophobia.

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