Tuesday 24th November 2009

Satan hates Love

     „      dislike mercy

     „      thinks Heaven is

The place of fags

           labels God as the leader of stupids

     „         „     Jesus as the idiocy made flesh

For intercession of Mary

The Carthusian

Cannot bear the Gift of Infernal Voices anymore

But he loves it

For the glory of God

For the good of the souls

 

 

The Voices: here we have beautiful girls.

 

 

Satan is not the king of Hell. God is, king of heaven, earth, underworld. Hence the internal contradiction of the so-called kingdom of Satan.

 

 

Mary is the much Hated in the underworld, after God, the Super-hated.

 

 

Voices

 

Father Pio

Fuck you

Ave Maria

 

Father Pio

Fuck you

Ave Maria

 

Father Pio

Fuck you

Ave Maria

 

If you give up

We will respect you

Thief

 

The roses

 

“Thief” of their identity. “The roses”, wild roses offered by the Carthusian to the image of Mary.

 

 

Word games

 

10.00 Di… in heaven

9.00 Di… in ass

10.00 Di… in heaven

  9.00 Di… in ass

10.00 Di… in heaven

  9.00 Di… in ass

 

 

Intensively repeated phonemes, in crescendo, to make the brain blow up.

 

 

His relatives’ voices reply, even his little nephew’s one.

 

 

They call him suavely by his name “Franco”.

 

 

Finally the Carthusian understands the meaning of the “Vow of Love” proposed to him in the past by M.Q. Winning the virtual Hell by offering his life, mitigating in the details the real hell.

 

 

While he writes, the demons moan flagellated by so much Love. Being and feeling to be loved is a tortured for them.

 

 

Mainly they fold out all their virtual sense in the words of Jesus, in the prophetic consecration:

I consecrate you as a prophet

and

antagonist of Satan

“Antagonist of Satan” = feeling the Hell, knowing it, let people know about it. Stopping the access to it, mitigating it in its collateral effects. Big gift, bearable by those who are called. Mainly to love, for the love of the Glory of God and the Good of men.

 

 

Neither the Gospels have plumbed the abyss of Christ. They simply, necessarily, picked His brightness.

 

 

Lord

May I never be presumptuous

against Satan and its angels.

At the same time may I never be scared by them.

Give me the authority against and over them.

Mainly raise me to You

Giving me superiority and lightness

peace humor and gaiety

 

 

“Bravo” the Voices often tell him. To catch him in their ontological pride.

 

 

Wednesday 18th November. He wakes up. Next to him a green crocodile. He remembered the vision of the 16th September 2009: next to him, in his bed, Satan, naked and a tough cookie. Insolent and sardonic.

 

 

Thursday 19th November. 5,20 p.m. Promenade of Bari. From the hell he is called by his name: don Franco. Some friends and acquaintances, even from Monopoli.

 

 

Friday 20th  November. 5,30 p.m.. Villanova. Port. In his parked car the Carthusian falls asleep for a short while. He can see the room of  Saint Pio, his bed and kneeler.               Is the Lord going to give him all the stigmata?

 

Saturday 21st November. Night. Furious fight with some damned, mainly with one from Monopoli. He can clearly see his face. He can recognize him: he is pure energy. Of hate, against the Carthusian. A Jesus-mother feeds with power the fighting Carthusian.

 

 

Christ

 

Curse the furious Voices.

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