While the Wind of the South blows crazy, sweeping away the clouds in the sky and giving a strong push to the very beautiful "four masts" that unfurl its sails, free on the sea, while the cat goes crazy behind a fly that wants to capture, my thought wanders toward a precise point and I feel climbing inside of me the wave of justice and the desire to share with the readers and the researchers a thing that have no right to exist, but it exists, and that if nobody fights it, who knows for how much time it will still exist.
My writing is now interrupted by the deafening noise of a war fighter flying fast at low altitude. Then I remember that few kilometers far from me it's taking place the funeral of a political and prestigious person holding the contacts with the cosches world, owners of the "cake", very dangerous character, also tied up to the Priorate of Sion. He had read about me and he had decided to use my ex-husband to have news and to organize a deconsecrate campaign against my name. It's all right, peace to his soul, whoever would say: instead, once more, Divine justice has won! The humble ones will dance of joy, those people that have been slashed by his dirty power.
Now I go back to my primary thought and I tell you what I have seen years ago, when the war raged in Yugoslavia, at that time a united state.
The Nazi did hair-combs, soap, buttons and other things with the dead bodies of the Hebrews, this is well-known by now and documented, but if you believe this wave is finished, then you are out of the true reality; past, present, future, they are always in constant concentric movement: everything passes and everything returns.
At that time, I found myself, with my friend of the heart the Archangel Michael, making a very special trip. He took me to visit an underground place of Yugoslavia and as spies we visited that sinister place, illuminated by neon. Men with white overall crossed the long corridors slipping into their laboratories, but what struck me was the strong odor of meat and blood that was in the air. Twenty years of hospital service, that have also seen me in delivery-room and operating room, they had been for me a source of remarkable olfactory sensitization and I recognized in that odor what in Italy is identified with the appellative of "odor of rinfrescume."
I stopped and I looked toward Michael touching me the nose and He mentally communicated me that it was the odor of butchered human beings.
I shivered and I made the action to escape hurriedly away! He caught me, He appeased my anxiety and taken me by the hand, even mentally He told me: - "Try to be silent, don't make the least noise and don't be afraid, I'm here with you; I would like to save you from what we will see, but it will serve you for the future to know what it happens away from the eyes of the common people, that lives in surface." -
I unwillingly consented and I unnailed me from earth, ordering to my legs not to stagger and finally stir…
That department was horrible to see! Everything, inclusive walls, was lined with grey pearl tiles; that great corridor was broken with recesses that acted like containers where, on racks, they were in beautiful show fourth and half bodies of animals. That was at least what I believed… But they were not bovine, but human beings!!
I retched and Michael appeased me putting His hand on my stomach, encouraging me to be strong for the good of the humanity. We continued over, nothing escaped from our careful examination. We met men that from other greater rooms brought out those quartered beings suspended in carts, others were attending in boning and then great shelves where the various bones were exposed in order of belongings, as in great driers; then we visited the stockage department and the department where the meat was tinned.
The odor of the human meat is different from the odor of the animals and was told me that also its taste was more sweet and pleasant.
The anger climbed in me and I would like to incinerate instantly everything, but this could not be done, It was only possible for that moment to look, to annotate everything and then, more before, justice would have been done.
Meat for dogs and cats, meat for children, meat for adults, there was for all tastes.
Take care to the hamburgers of Mac Donald!! I cannot tell you more…
But really yesterday, while I was by the hairdresser, I read on a daily paper a small article of news with a photo of the Italian ex-president Cossiga, dressed up of jacket, helmet and gadgets of Mac Donald, making with fingers the victory sign. In the article he extolled the hamburger, inviting all young people to feed at the Mac Donald's points, describing them as places of true delight and greet goodness for their physical comfort.
Old crazy stupid man, possessed by the snake and by the dragon!! When you pick axed the political system of Craxi I liked you, now I really hate you…Have you maybe eaten pulverized bones of dinosaur?
Also Cossiga said: - "I am a great supporter of Bush and I want that Italy unites to America, therefore I bring aloft the emblem of the American fast-foods: the Mac Donald… " -
I also hope that Italy join with America, but for another reason, really important, human and futuristic, as they are the Creating Winds of the universe!
The Lady of the Angels
Countess A.M.G. |