Thursday 28th October 2010

Tied to his bed or nearby, the  zombie from Monopoli, fucked and deafened by demons night and day. This is the prophet.

 

Moron

Dawdler

Barabbas

Baby

Fu…

Fu…

Fu…

 

“Barabbas” that is son of the father. Son of the Great Ameba, the God-Love. For the demons God is an Invertebrate. With the same amebic consistency Christ and His followers, first the prophet.

 

Tuesday 26th October. In his dream the carthusian offers meditations about “Spiritual Kinematics” and “dynamic Metaphysics” to spiritual trainees. He wakes up among mental twirls, fruit of angelical fruition.

 

The “big mean trick” by Calderoli, the last, in the theological field: God, not more the Creator (the world created by itself spontaneously) but the Divine, the Impersonal Depth of things.

 

Wednesday 27th October. Night. Much unusual experience. In my own bed, next to me, on my left, my dead father. He is sleeping while I am an adult and a  father. Like him.    His baby of the past, for grace, broke the mirror of Narcissus and turned as Abram, father-mother of the multitude.

 

Soon after. Alassio. Betania of the Holy Heart. Two adjoining rooms, white with sun. one for the prophet, the other for Armando Ricca and his wife. Seraphim. We share summer and eternity. The way we shared the prophecy.

 

Humankind is sinking. Just like the Titanic. Happily, optimistically. Madly.

 

The church does not wait for Anybody. It just waits for itself.

 

 

Our “civilization” will not choose to survive

 It will shipwreck

Overwhelmed by selfishness problems violence

As instinctive and animal beings

We are sensible only to Immediate Danger

As rational beings

“we realize” the Danger as relatively near

But we do not believe it

Because our Animal Instinct only sees the Immediate

Because in the past we solved the emergencies

Climatic, environmental, financial

Our money will not be enough at all

For the exponential and convergent amount

Of cosmic planetary demographic resource problems

 

The Prophet

 

Confession. I do not make any effort to fast. I am even glad to see cooking recipes on tv. I do not remember tastes anymore. Only once I experienced the angry and wolfish bite of hunger. But it was a warning by Jesus: Franco, as you can see, without My grace, you would not have got through food obsession.

This year I have to renounce the anti-flu vaccine because since I am foodless, it would damage me. Jesus wants to be my immune defense.

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