To an intellectual friend of his’, enthusiast of the pure being and much linked to the physical life:
The afterlife of the being
is
much more beautiful of the being…
The being
Is full of non-being
Plato
Saw much deeper than Parmenides
Yes
The being is a colander
Sunday 12th December 2010. Incredible diffusion of the Nasa release in Molfetta, clerical and Episcopal centre of Apulia, strongly connected with Rome. 1432 copies. Demons are moaning. 9,15 a.m..
Today is born
Today is known
God’s work
It was the Virgin
You are the ecclesial left wing
All about you is known
Every iota is investigated
“Today is born”, “Today is known”. Born, known already before, but today in a strong sense. “It was the Virgin”: She pleaded the cause of MO.CO.VA. once again.
We are receptive structures
Thanks to which things come towards us
Penetrate us, affect us
Bloom in us, thanks to us
in mental objects
Again epithets:
You are a Di Pietro
You are a bore
It’s all up with you
Tardigrade
Sink
Sponger
Dandy
Half-length
Pappalardo
You are a serious bastard
Big bastard
Padre Franco, p.Franco, p.Franco…
“Sponger”: you only feed yourself with Eucharist. And Eucharist for demons is a junk. Pure, horrible bread. “Pappalardo”: from the French word pape-larde, the false devotee who ate lard on the sly, violating penitential rules, of liturgical time. In a word: the prophet does not go hungry but eats on the sly. “Father Franco, f. Franco, f. Franco…”: they take off the increasing popular admiration.
They adulate the prophet on the wake of father Pio:
Loved and admired like father Pio
Suffering like father Pio
Ill like the Lord
Loved like a Saint Santo
Father Pio, father Pio, father Pio
Savior of the poor
Holy father
Our father
Father God
Amaranth
“Amaranth”=very brilliant brachylogic expression to say: love is bitter, cornerstone of the Gargano prophet’s psychology.
Tuesday 21st December 2010.
Kidnapped by the three damned from Monopoli
(blaspheme image of the Divine Trinity)
Infinite pure horror
One of the three cuts his skin
Wakes up from the nightmare and hears:
It is another trick of ours’
It is not the end
The toilet clogs up
We will burn your house and books
You are a slut writer
Another pact
Another cheat
The three damned are nauseated by the carthusian’s universal intercession, widened to demons and damned. “You are a slut writer”: they are in a state of nerves for his infernal reportages. “Another pact”, “Another cheat”: they make pactional proposals.
The nightmare
Was followed by a
Long and deep happiness
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