Thursday 30th April 2009

Flashings of angels

Albescent nuptials

Jerusalem

You make us feel sick of love

NB  “you make us feel sick”: from “to make someone feel sick”.

 

Monte Sant’Angelo. In the twilight, before the dawn, in the house next to the Gulf of Manfredonia, the mysterious shape of a lonely pilgrim stood up. The old man looked at him amazed. The Shape immediately melted. And every suicidal intention of the old man, escaped from home, angry with his wife and children, melted together with It.

Anxious confidence to the carthusian of an inhabitant of the place, saved by the crepuscular Archangel, perhaps experimented by Jacob.

 

Why do you believe in the Archangel? The carthusian asked to the young lively inhabitant of Monte Sant’Angelo.

Because I love him.

Why do you love him?, the carthusian asked with the funny insistence of a child.

Because he calms me and gives me peace.

 

He was glad to go back to the unique experience of the Archangel, in the Garganica crypt,          once a medieval site of healings and prodigies. He suddenly saw him in himself, praying on his knees, with his wings spread over the world in order to protect and heal it. Almost a giant intense child.

 

He mainly guarded the dream with which the Archangel answered his pleading need to see Him. He did not appear in His splendor, as the novice imagined, but in His pain. He offered him strong and milky shoulders, blood flagellated. The novice was amazed. He found out that angels had shared Christ’s Passion. Mainly the Archangel showed him his destiny as a prophet.

 

Of the modernity he hated the Noise.

 

In the evangelical faith he felt self and hetero violence. He could not feel the lips of the Mystic Lady, the only ones able to heal and revive the human heart.

 

The Truth, dogmatic and ethic, is like Poetry: it cannot be imposed.

 

He loved the lyrical prose of Friedrich Hölderlin.

 

He theorized about the antifundamentalist fundamentalism of love: love is greater than truth, because the truth is the only one that can adequate it.

 

In his heart he kept the staggering pages of Karl Rahner about the “Heart” of Christ.

This article is available in Italian too