Tuesday 2nd November 2010

The demons acclaim pseudo-events, they wave scurrility and falsity with parts of truth.

 

Spiritualist killed by his indiscreet fasting

On tv the news of your fasting

Nothing is true

Saint Paul

Damned

Jerk

Alarm

The weather is bad

Idler

Singular anomaly

 

“Saint Paul” because the prophet supports Christian liberty towards every instance    but Christ. “Alarm” because the demons foresee and fear the world spotlights on the prophet. “Idler” because the prophet is forced in his bed. “Singular anomaly” the fasting. Without any divine chrism. Even the weather forecast is correct: “The weather is bad”. Especially a total nihilism: “Nothing is true”.

 

Saturday 30th October 2010. Infernal day. The prophet is obsessively tempted to commit self-mutilation and suicide. The prayer and the discernment cannot do anything. The prophet knows to be acted by Satan but impotence stops him. Resolutive  only Jesus intervention. “Without Me  you cannot and are not”.

 

Under the influence of Satan, the Incomparable Intriguer, everything turns opaque. Even the memory of the former most excellent mystic graces. You become as a tabula rasa. You do not consists anymore. You are at the mercy of Nothing. A Nothing with a negative vitality. A cosmic Virus. My “but” is pure stammering. You come out from this experience knowing what Grace means fully, what being Graced means.

 

Words of Jesus Eucharistic

Saturday 13th May 2000

 

“You will be My itinerant messenger

You will bright very much. You will last a little bit

At the end I will sign you with My love

Get ready

“Ecce” be your only word

Like the one of my mother

You will be Me and I will be you

Do not lose your heart”

 

“Words” heard interiorly during the Communion, in the spiritual retreat 2000, in the house at the Capitolo.

In the same retreat I wrote: “My Satan is gluttony. Moderation. The fruit of this retreat is the grace of food self-control especially about cakes”.

 

Summer 1982

Alassio

Betania of the Holy Heart

Marcellina Qualdioli at table to me:

“I dreamt of you while you were in your bed.

Nurses were giving you some Indian figs to eat

You vomited them with a spot of blood

A nurse whispered: this is a s…t”.

And concluded:

“One day, not now,

You will only eat Eucharist”

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