A tenor, dressed in white exhorted him to Discretion. Look, he told him, I do not make myself seen but heard. And he threw his powerful notes through a hole in the wall. Towards a virtual audience, invisible, real. Angelic dream of Tuesday 23rd June. On the wake of the Archangel’s vision of the 17th March 2009.
Stanislao Kostka, invoked in the “Baptism” of the Spirit, died on the Assumption’s eve. Taken by the Ravished One.
He died with no specific cause. Melted with His Object. Melted by Ecstasy. He was the burning contemplative of the Mother.
Friday 10th July. Night voices, auricular, joyful and noisy, heard while half asleep. In the morning he understands: today in Rome my niece Alessia is getting her degree. Maybe they are going to celebrate in Trastevere, anyway in some famous “trattoria”. Occurrence to check.
Saturday 11th July. “Tu scendi dalle stelle, o Re del Cielo”: still a new phonic auricular breath of night angels. The Carthusian makes his remarks:
a) Special feeling between the Angels and baby Jesus.
b)The Not-Incarnated Ones love the Incarnated One madly.
c) The Christmas Lied “Stille Nacht” of Wednesday 11th March foresaw the Trinitarian Gift of the 7th June: the self-animation of baby Jesus.
d) The Angels are mainly prophets. Their healing ability is ignored by the church today.
e) The Angels pass on innocence, virile pureness. They hate malice as a mental habit. They hate malicious intelligence.
We are called to the enthusiasm of the Faith and the dialogue of Love at the same time. It is necessary to make Synthesis, difficult but following in the intellectual Power, in the Spirit of Christ.
Mary is a revolutionary seed in a church that has made God and Christ patriarchs. Mary is the Maternity of God, she is the non-Power of Christ.
It is necessary to evangelize Christ. With an inner enthusiasm. Emitting His sparkles, smothering the fire.
Love is Tact. Let’s ask God for the ability not to lapse into the use of strategies.
Faith is a fire; Love smothers it in the name of Respect.
Virtual words of Jesus to Franco
“You are the prophet of the Gospel and the Apocalypse. The Apocalypse is your bride. It has come before you, it accompanies you, it will follow you. My stigmata on you are the iconic sign of the Earth stigmata, that scream towards Me begging for being healed. Men who will come after you will eat tears”.
Wednesday 15th July, 6,05 a.m. Woken up by the humble sound of the angelic pianola. Hymn dedicated to Jesus as “Lord”. In filigrana “Adonai”. Woken up in a functional way, for the need to urinate.
Angels like Nurses of the Prophet.
What kind of Catholic knows and lives that God is the Healer?
Virtual words of Jesus
“I keep ornamenting you with symbols, that are your initiation rite to Me, My iconic memory, your identity card. According to the present philosophy of tattoos. I like it”.
Oscar Wilde from the prison to his beloved Alfred: “…at the time I did not think that you could have the supreme fault, the vacuity… a sentimental one is only someone who wants to have the luxury of an emotion without paying it…”.
The unilateral, anti-dogmatic, gesuanico José Antonio Pagola, says formally correct things when he writes: “…I am convinced that Jesus is the best thing we have in our Church and the best we can offer today to modern society… That is why I suffer when they talk about Him in a vague way or say any kind or cliché that would not stand any comparison with the information we have about Him. Jesus is slowly fainting in the hearts while among us there are some of those clichè that impoverish and deface the person: such a Jesus cannot attract, seduce or charm. I also suffer from listening to a routine language, worn for a long time: he does not light the hearts or put his fire in the world; he does not cause any conversion…”.
«“Brother almond, tell me about God”.
And the almond covered itself with flowers»
Nikos Kazantzakis
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