Tuesday 15th December 2009

’O sole mio

Death

 

14th December. Monday morning. Demons singing O sole mio, livid, gloomy, burial.    Yesterday  Sunday 13th December, in the Cathedral square Mr Berlusconi was mugged. It is the end of the Sun King.

 

It is impossible

  

Claim the demons, shocked before the carthusian’s cerebral ecology. The whole night they got wild in a noisy infernal bedlam.

 

Dell’Utri, smart dog intelligence.

 

The carthusian does not take any delight from the night bedlam in his right ear. He is terribly annoyed. Every night, before going to sleep, he begs God to help him bear without exploding. In the very short sleep intervals he feels torn to pieces.

 

The demons get infernal with the carthusian because they foresee the deflagration of Grace in the carthusian and men’s life.

 

Rabble

It is the bigger and bigger group friends of the prophet, mainly the most humble.

 

The demons, lacking of faith and love, are the most cerebral. They do not have any poetic sense. They do not know the blood of the heart. Like the real poets. God in primis.

 

Word of Jesus

 15th December

I will take you before History raids you

 I will not allow your havoc

 

It is worth living for God, despite temptations and hardship, cliffs and hail, overhangs and exhaustion. God is par essence, the Gratifying, Life itself.

 

He was tempted with desperation (more serious than pride) but

The prophet must believe in the Prophet in himself

 

Saprophytic

According to the demons the prophet who plumbs the Hell and “feeds” himself with its darkness.

This article is available in Italian too