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
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The roses
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“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
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Curse the furious Voices.
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