Penny Dreadful is a real masterpiece! A thriller series where, in a gothic and dark London, the paranormal meets and intertwines in the lives of some of the most terrifying characters of literature, keeping the viewer glued to the screen, sometimes even against his will.
The series takes its name and inspiration from the "penny dreadful" short horror novels distributed weekly at low prices to the London bourgeoisie of the nineteenth century. Products of dubious literary taste, but which gave birth to some scary characters such as vampires or Sweeney Todd.
An unrivaled Eva Green, who in 2016 won a Golden Globe for the role, in the role of Vanessa Ives is engaged in a constant search and fight against vampires, witches, immortal beasts and evil spirits. Accompanying her is Sir Malcolm Murray, father of a childhood friend, Ethan Chandler, an American with great skill with firearms, Abraham Van Helsing, Doctor Victor Frankenstein, busy bringing dead bodies to life, and a controversial Dorian Gray.
Vanessa has a special task: to fight against evil and make sure that it does not take possession of her. She prays day and night but she can't do it alone. So here comes he, the LUPUS DEI, the one who will help her stay in the light. But will the divine messenger be able to help her?
There is a pastor that the common mass does not yet know: it is Carl Gallups. Here, he lends us a unique experience of the correlations between ancient prophecies and modern titles.
Pastor Carl unveils many disturbing ancient pagan practices and ceremonies that are replayed in our cultures and modern governments. Prophecy is foretold in the Bible and is fulfilled in today's news. But neither America nor Europe are mentioned in the Bible; therefore, can there be a real connection between Europe or modern America, Israel and the end times?
Here, we will learn how prophecy works, how modern America ties into ancient prophecy, why Israel is in its sights, which countries to look to, and what will happen in these latter times!
The tragic story of Adrian Leverkuehn, a German musician who, like Faust, obtains years of marvelous intellectual activity from the devil in exchange for eternal damnation. Written at the end of the last war and immediately after the war, the novel could not better express the desperate atmosphere of what was the catastrophe of Germany. Around the historical core that embraces three generations moves a world of characters presented with the skilful skill of a great stylist, with heartfelt pity or with biting irony, and digressions are knotted to the central plot that range in the fields of music, philosophy, science.
Everything has now become a struggle. Against someone, against something, against the rival, against the rich, against those who do not do, against those who do, against the beautiful, against the ugly. Against judgment that shows just as much judgment, against reason that shows just as much compulsion, against the true, against the false. I saw an advertisement for a woman who “has been fighting obesity for years”. Against. Those behind the scenes know very well what it means to animate the feeling of struggle instead of confrontation. They know that counter strengthens and expands exactly what it is believed to be fighting for. Going against a physical problem, instead of understanding it, as with everything else … gives you back tripled. Keep fighting, keep going against you.Aren’t we also like that giant of the forest? Sometimes we survive the rare storms, the avalanches, the harsh blows of existence, and then let our hearts devour the little insects of worry, insects that one would be able to squeeze between the thumb and forefinger. Anxiety is not mine, I know. It is something that lives outside, but which I have brought inside and which has now made its home inside me. Anxiety is not mine, anxiety is not me. It is not a war against myself, it is a war against what is around me. I was too, you know, tired of fighting against life, of always having to find a shortcut, a way out, of feeling inadequate, of looking for an alternative to the future, of not knowing how to be myself because it would not have been. popular; tired of the past that slips into the chest like blades, of indecision, of the emptiness inside that seems to speak, that seems to say: “It will all end”.I feel alone, I stare into space, I wonder how long this will last, I hug the pillow, I cry in silence. They tell me to do it alone, to pull myself up and fight, but the weight I carry is too heavy and only makes me sink lower and lower, deeper and deeper. I find myself in total darkness and no one cares, there is no one there, I only hear the sound of my breath. Memories crowd my mind, my chest hurts, now I even struggle to breathe, I feel like a body without a soul, I feel trapped in a cage. You have to fight, they said. You have to fight they say. But they don’t know, they don’t know that girl no longer exists. That girl, that I was, stayed there in that room.
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