Years ago the praying lady, with a suave power, told him: the Three Divines have to be enough for you.
I have stigmata, invisible. And Father Riccardo Lombardi, suffering, summoned up his strength and told the novice, embarrassed about the divine gift: go on with a lot of simplicity.
The Carthusian, slowly, progressively and at the end of his life, accepted the theoretical and practical consequences of the consecratory act of Jesus: he was the greatest prophet of the latest times and of all the times.
In him, about to go, men would have seen the power and the grace of Jesus Christ, beyond any measure.
If Jesus is the anti-supporter of divorce, this is for humanitarian reasons: to save the women of His time and His environment from the injustices of their own husbands.
For the same humanitarian reasons, and never ideological and absolute, today Jesus would be a divorce supporter in many cases.
Oneiric trip to the United States. Different anthropological situations lived by the Carthusian. The deep culture of the System opens vivaciously and almost film-like to him: pragmatism, speediness, stress, speculative and sapiential rarity, lack of sharpness and efficiency.
In dream, he noticed black signs of oil in the soil: a black man, Obama, at the White House?
Differently from Father Lombardi, who lived under the spotlight almost all his life, and died obscurely, the Carthusian, only near the death, would have been object of worldwide attention.
The prophet writes about it in a detached way. The comet is about to flow in the Sun. it cannot contemplate its navel of ice and dust.
I am the sentinel of the morning. Yet my heart already burns with the Sun.
To a mother, quite busy with her children, who wanted to pray, the Carthusian said: your swimming pool and your relax is the heart of Jesus. During the day, throw yourself in here, often, in the middle of the troubles of your charisma.
Wanting to pray is more important than praying, when the duties of one’s state are pressing. In the will of God our peace. Said again the Carthusian to a female attorney.
The Carthusian was devoured by God night and day. And during the night, in the quietness, his heart rioted for Him. And the sleep became life.
The moment in which he would have physically lived only of Eucharist was about to come.
Christ is really food and drink.
But even this is shadow. Divine shadow but shadow. Even God is shadow, here, on the “earth”.
I am looking for you, Lord, like the thirsty hind. Your traces cannot calm me, Your shoulders cannot calm me, Your head cannot calm me, your bosom cannot calm me. I love this thirst more than the live water that calms it. You, Yourself are this implacable thirst, my God, starless night, nightless stars, faceless face, nothingnessless nothingness, everythingless everything, my nothingness, my everything, my burning thirst, my life, my God. Who are not because you are.
If You, my God, appeared to me as God, I would not believe You, but I would embrace Your appearances to squeeze out Your reality. And once squeezed, once again, I would not believe. Lord, I will rest only on Your cross, but that cross, I pray You, be without You because You are the Cross.
You connect abyss and skies and skies of skies, You connect eastern sapphires with western rubies and cherubs. You are the synthesis of every synthesis, You are the Cross and I die of beauty.
The demons in theology and predication are fell down to negative psychic moments. The Egyptian book of the dead and the Tibetan book of the dead are full of them. They are our polluters. They mix up with our psyche. It is quite difficult to distinguish them from our destroying pulsations. Only a spiritual lively sensibility feels the difference.
Yes, because demons can be felt, but only by those who are spiritual that is rooted in Christ.
Faith is really experience, the more it grows the more it experiments. Liturgical prayer is not enough, though necessary. Faith, before being community, is personal. The Credo, celebrated during our community liturgies, says: Credo. Singular form.
Spiritual life is not only to know Christ, but by knowing Christ, know our ego, its i suoi interstices, its dark places, its crypts, its labyrinths, its superstructures, its excrescences. But serenely, trustingly, adoring, praising, spending itself for the others and among the others. Always present before the throne of the Lamb and Father, always organic before the cosmic and human Temple.
In this width and with this width our ego must be faced and loved, mercilessly probed , never seen in the front but in the face of Christ, yet seen.
On these plans we will astonish the demons in us and in the others, winning them with the lightness of Love and Life.
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