On a gray day like the ones that exist in these terrible winter days (in a nearby town the temperature has reached -30 degrees Celsius) and we are in Italy and a winter so cold has never been seen before and there is little gas and it costs too much and wood and other fuels have a much higher price, and I wake up in the morning and I look at the sparrows singing and they only have a bush to take refuge in and I don't know if many of them are dying and I put seeds and I think the choice is up to us. We are the ones who have to help others, we are the ones who can donate, love, food, shelter, to people and animals. I believe that God wants this, I believe that God wants us all to pray but also to do something important. So I go out and try to bring a smile, even if I'm sick inside me, because I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks, but I don't want anything to stop me from doing good. And so I hope you do too. Peace and serenity to you all.
Alarm!
Alarm!
An umbrella can't stop the rain,
two umbrellas can't stop the rain,
three umbrellas break, bombs explode,
metal rain is not angelic,
bombs are not divine,
this sugar candy won't change a thing.
Every bitter bite is a child's breath.
Every death is the end of the future of all the children of the world.
I look at the sky and the dark clouds have arrived and the winter is freezing.
The animals inside get warm
but there are many victims out there in the cold
and I can't sleep thinking about them.
Alarm!
Alarm!
Children don't deserve this pain.
Who are you who have no feelings?
Who are you who live without thinking?
Will this war be the last?
This pain will be there last.
My bed has no peace,
it moves under the bombs,
I hear them coming and I think of those missing children,
to mothers who try to put them to sleep.
How did Jesus sleep when it was cold?
How can he remain silent in the face of this disaster?
My food turns bitter because I cry,
this war does not end, I cry, I pray, but human beings are deaf,
they have become inhuman,
total alienation of armies and young boys.
I pray for Ukrainian and Russian children.
I make no difference,
I understand everyone's pain but where is God?
What are you doing? Please call God!
No direction is written on the walls,
not even a name carved on the asphalt.
Those who have flown elsewhere laugh:
Why do you wait for the last minute to redeem yourself?
The sun comes every day,
every light is ready,
But you turn your back and say:
"No, there is still time."
Yet the hours are marked,
The fronts are marked with sacred chrism;
why are you waiting for the last moment?
The path is all green
every blade of grass has had its life,
billions of saddles in our hearts,
that beat fast asking for the grace to be directed towards a better world.
So, what are we waiting for?
Our gift is this, to love always, to love everyone, animals and people, plants and creatures all.
We listen to the hiss of the wind and light our candles;
He is with us, he brings together the leaves and the flowers to make us strong trees,
which never bend.
All these things will be forgotten,
all these things will be drowned,
all these things will be just memories,
the world will no longer have this image,
and the sadness of knowing what will happen makes me drown,
it makes me water,
I dream of the sea,
I dream of it.
Sand under the sea,
but when the high seas will come
there will be no sand but only the end of this land as I see it now.
All things will become different and this scares me
and I don't know why all this will be allowed,
why does God want to extinguish man again?
I have no answers,
maybe he doesn't have them either,
he is thinking about it,
he is deciding whether to do it or not,
whether to give us a chance,
but he sees the hatred and the war,
and the violence,
and how can he say that we are still one thing good?
I recently saw a proliferation of youtube channels created on the subject of aliens. They talk about NASA, about enclosures, about evidence on sightings. But is all this really useful to us and not rather to make these individuals profit? At the beginning I was also frankly struck by certain declassified documents but then I realized that after a certain number of videos we started talking about subscriptions, written books, t-shirts and sweatshirts for sale, .... In short, I I no longer believe it is a matter of interest. They are making too much money on these topics and I'm sorry to say but these people, after buying a certain number of followers, behave just like the gurus of the sects. So I stopped watching certain videos altogether, even though certain topics were treated well. What do you think? Even Rai have been saying things about aliens. But was it to make an audience?
Baba Vanga was a blind mystic and Bulgarian herbalist who spent most of her life between 1911 and 1996 making alarming predictions about the future.
Before his death, Baba Vanga prophesied that at the end of 2022, aliens will invade Earth by sending an asteroid to search for life on our planet, and the result will not be good for humans. Stressing that the aliens will not come in peace, Baba Vanga said: "The alien ships will attack the Earth and bomb cities and take people captive."
The Israeli-British illusionist, magician and psychic Uri Geller is also adamant that aliens are about to invade our planet. The 75-year-old spoon bender recently announced on Instagram: “A radio wave mapping team in the universe has discovered something unusual that releases a giant burst of energy three times an hour and is unlike anything astronomers have ever seen before.
"Without a doubt in my mind this is connected to an alien intelligence far superior to ours. Start decrypting their messages! They are preparing us for a mass landing soon! "
Geller previously predicted that aliens would soon make contact with humans, saying, “They will probably land on the White House lawn or somewhere. All of our science fiction films about encounters with aliens will come true. I don't think we are talking about thousands or even hundreds of years. If I had to guess, a rational and logical hypothesis, I would say that between 60 and 75 years it will happen. "
Aliens are among us? Maybe today and certainly in ancient times. They created us, the Bible says, and they instituted religion to rule us. This in a nutshell supports Mauro Biglino, a fashion writer between spiritualists and anticlericals. His books are bestsellers with tens of thousands of copies. An all-round brand: many conferences, highly clicked videos, social media, appeared on television, a comic and even a cameo of himself in a sci-fi film with megaproduction. Even as an association we receive criticisms, attestations of esteem and requests for opinions on this writer.
Mauro Biglino argue that human beings were created by extraterrestrials equipped with advanced technologies, starting from hominids already present. The term elohim would not indicate the Hebrew god but these characters. The traces would lie in the text not manipulated by the theologians.
Biglino's lectures attract a large audience also due to the author's undoubted dialectical skills. He shows mastery of Hebrew and ancient texts, but shuns the swamped attitude of many intellectuals struggling with the audience. Charismatic and witty, with a dry and almost monastic appearance, he involves the audience and peppered the speeches with anecdotal and high-sounding references. His events are a mix of reading, entertainment and (not so paradoxically) sermons in the church.
I had my grandmothers who always prayed. They were Catholic and practiced the religion seriously. Before having breakfast, after having dressed and washed, they would put their hands together, on their knees in front of a statue of Jesus or of the Madonna, and prayed for a long time, at least an hour. Then even before eating they said prayers. Always pruma of food they said prayers, both in the morning at breakfast and at lunch and dinner. They had many pictures of saints and angels at home. They also kept statues of Jesus or Mary and always placed vases of flowers and often prayed on their knees. They were sweet and affectionate women. My mother also sometimes did these things but in the beginning, when I was a child, she was very good and sweet, but then she became bad, because of my father, and she still continues to pray but she is very different now. Sometimes men destroy women's lives. My grandparents were good. One read newspapers and smoked and was alone in the family shop. The other always went to the countryside and grew wheat and olives and told stories of the war he had fought. They never prayed. I've never seen them on their knees. They didn't even go to mass. They never swore but I believe they didn't believe in God. My grandparents died young. My grandmothers lived to be 95. Who knows how many prayers they said. They told them to protect others and asked nothing for themselves. My grandmothers were selfless women. I don't know if they still pray for us. My mother doesn't know who she prays for. My mother prays and then curses me. I believe his curses are effective but I want to believe that there is a powerful Light, more powerful than his evil words against me. I hope this light can protect me from all the evil you want for me. There are many women who change and become bad because of men. I've never seen a man pray.
We must never forget that even the Shadow is interior, it is not something that objectively exists out there, and when it has dissipated within us, it will also recede into the world. The more people have access to the new state of consciousness, the harder it will be for the dark side to maintain control over the territory. At first they will impose more and more liberticidal measures, almost compulsively, but at a certain point they will have to let go of those who no longer resonate with their vibration.Everything that “the monster” does to demolish the light ultimately only strengthens the light. Each path by which he attempts to annihilate the power of the Heart only creates a direct confrontation. The Shadow has a purpose. It affects you in your frailties, stimulates pain, disturbs you so that you become aware of your value. In the end it does not die, but it dissolves. It integrates by giving back to you what you deserve. This is why it is not the lukewarm and fearful who are saved, but those who rebel against their fears. For this reason the Righteous has nothing to do with the do-gooder. Courage is in your Shadow. In the illusion of separation, that’s the only thing you have to deal with.Love, my dear love, I know you close to me … with your beautiful face. If you change your name, accent, heart and age, it will certainly be your face that will not betray me. The eyes of your face, love, have for me the patient light of the stars … of the night, of the sea, of islands without stopovers, I fear nothing if you will be there to recognize me. My love, from far away, for you, I have perhaps come. And God knows where we will go now? How long have you been looking for my vanished shadow? When did I lose you? In what life? What would heaven dare against us now?
Tattooed, named, made up, trained, trained, cured and kuratiert, artfully chiseled and medicated to the bitter end, the body is the great protagonist of the singularist turning point: the phenomenon appears evident if we connect it to another important turning point of our times, that secularist. We have one body, we only have one body, the life of our body is the only life we ​​have and that life is our only individual possibility. We can certainly transmit the life of the species by reproducing, following the biological drive, the collective life, the life of the species. We can even prove ourselves so open and unselfish that we are committed today not only to the life of our direct descendants or our compatriots but also to that of people far away in space, and even that of people distant in time, future generations. We could imagine leaving them a healthy, fair and clean world, following the intuition that belonged to Hans Jonas and which has recently been taken up and elaborated by some currents of ecological thought, sustainability and the ethics of care. All this sounds very beautiful and selfless, but in the end this body of ours is the only one we have, hic et nunc, and every man is unique. The fact is that the process of secularization has also led those who believe in religions that promise eternal life in the hereafter, to cling to the fleeting life afterwards. Secularism, in the brilliant reconstruction of Charles Taylor, a believing Catholic philosopher, means the exit of religion from the public sphere as well as the distancing of people from God and the Church and the decline of religious practices. It is a phenomenon that historically began in the Western world around the sixteenth century and developed in some countries more than in others, and by virtue of which faith in God, from an axiom that was within a context in which not believing was virtually impossible. , has become an alternative, a human possibility among many. Modern society has become secular just as it has become democratic and mediatized and singularized, and this is a simple fact, and the majority of its members are in fact secular (whether they are faithful to a religion, skeptics, agnostics, doubters, atheists convinced). The eternal life of the soul in eternal bliss has become a smoky and unconvincing expectation, just as few devote themselves to caring for the soul to guarantee its immortality. The contemporary commitment, even of many believers, more than aiming at the immortality of the soul, focuses on caring for the body, to be kept alive and protected from aging and disease through technical interventions of various kinds and of different scope. We are faced with a ghost of immortality that is not based on the predominance of religions but on the myth of man perfected by science and technology. The care of the soul, managed by the churches and their systems and trained by spiritual exercises, has given way to the care of the body and brain trained by physical and mental exercises.
It often happens to complain because it seems that God does not intervene in moments of greatest need or suffering. It seems, in cases like these, that God is distant and uninterested in the problems of the world. But the reality is very different. The apparent absence of God in everyday life is motivated by the fact that we do not pray to Him with sincerity and humility. Thus we read the story of Nineveh, a city so immersed in sin that God intends to destroy it. But the inhabitants of the city decide to listen to the prophet Jonah and what do they do? Are they helpless waiting for their fate? Do they get angry with God, accusing him of being bad and unfair? Are they angry (as almost always happens) with the prophet who tries to warn them? No. None of this. The inhabitants of Nineveh begin to do penance and fasting, to pray to God out of remorse and repentance. God saw their works. Concrete works of sacrifice. He did not see their words in the wind or their trivial promises. He saw the concrete desire to change, to convert. And then God changed His mind and didn’t send the punishment He had in store upon them. One wonders, what if the inhabitants of Nineveh had not repented? Sodom and Gomorrah are the answer. When we demand something from God, do we ever wonder if our conduct is fueled by these good intentions, by contrition for sins, by a willingness to improve, or if we are hoping for a cheap miracle, promising things we will not do?
But there are those ten minutes in my days, those half hours in which I no longer understand anything, and it doesn’t matter how many people around the world love me: I’m alone. I can’t call anyone. I go down and I can only pull myself up with my strength. It’s nothing, it’s just that I’m afraid. And fear is one of the most alienating sensations I’ve ever experienced. Now I am more afraid because I fear that the whole world will collapse, I see people attacked, treated as if they were nothing, I see bad actions, cruel situations. And no one intervenes, no one really wants the good of humanity. Was God himself scattered by these forces adverse to our well-being? We were told that the Voladores we create them ourselves but then who are all these cruel beings who beat and subdue people? Did we create them? Maybe they had to defend us and not attack us. We are souls, beating hearts, and they beat us as if we were stones. We feel the strong pain of this lack of freedom but as soon as we do something to get up they hit us harder. They are men trained in violence and yet they have a mother, brothers, children, human beings like us. I am afraid that this world is collapsing and it is not a TV series and it is not a game. You may not look, you do not see, you do not know but a very dangerous journey has begun for all humanity, the journey towards death.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 