2022-03-01

 THE TAILOR OF LVOV AND THE RED SORREL OF THE APOCALYPSE. ZERENSKY DOESN'T KNOW THE PAIN HE IS CAUSING HIS PEOPLE, WHOM HE SAYS HE DEFENDS. PFRESSURA GENTIUM REFUGEES CROWDS FLEEING WAR. ZELENSKY DOES NOT KNOW THE PAIN HE IS CAUSING WITH HIS LIES

 


SILFIDES SILFOS AND SIRTES


 


Tuesday, March 01, 2022


 


Human life is full of contradictory questions. I fire Febrerillo the CRAZY saddened by the news that disturbed my sleep on the night of Sanito Matía when the nights are equal to the days. I hear the roar of the Russian tanks, the shrapnel of the bombs that explode in Maidan Square reach me.


I pray: I have gone up to the cemetery of San Gregorio to pray before the tomb of my parents, I climbed the spiral staircase of the Romanesque tower whose very worn steps keep the memory of the footprints that walked on it for ten centuries, the limestone it warps in the center. The sacristans went down and up through them to ring the bells. Sometimes they rang for glory, others for a clamor for the deceased, or they were wedding bells, or they rang for fire or anúteba the sound of war. It is a touch that all the media now bowl.


 In Spain those holy voices of bronze no longer sound. Secularism broke its clappers.


We are no longer Christians. But I see and verify in the Russian masses on the Internet that there are monasteries in the lauras, especially in the one in Kiev, the monastic heart of Russia, where there are still friars who specialize in the art of pealing. The sweet call to prayer. What are we going to do with those five million Ukrainians fleeing the war? Little Hitler Zelensky has not thought of them. There is anguish on his face and the anguish of the pressura gentium to which the apostle John refers in his Last Seal.


Red horses trot through the skies of Kharkov. His neighs burst into the sky.


The bronze makes me look at the sky while the rain falls to calm the tears of this year of drought in search of a sign of the face of the Lord. I descend from the cemetery along the Via Crucis path. Fuentesoto emptied the closed houses. I enter the portal of the old stable that serves as my study, library and smokehouse. This afternoon I will go around the cellar to taste the new wine. I will raise a mug for the dead of this war in Ukraine that is turning out to be a humanitarian catastrophe.


That Zelensky, the son of the Lvov tailor, confronting the Russian host is putting humanity at the gates of the Apocalypse. He should be tried in a Nuremberg tribunal. He, with his tricks, is the real person responsible for this conflict and not Putin, but those who call themselves democrats are information outlaws.


They tell the story backwards. The son of the Lvov tailor who is called little Hitler has once again launched a rogue message from his den (wolf schantze) with the shirt-sleeved Israeli army uniform hidden in his lair located in a place near Tel Aviv. Coward.


He incites the poor Ukrainian people to run against the tanks while he is shocked and very warm protected by the Israelis.


There are two things in the world that are very attractive to any Jew: sex and revolution. They want to deceive us. Do not pay attention, Christians, to the loving whistles of the sirtes, ignore the call of the mendacious sylphs.


 Do not shipwreck our faith in the midst of the whirlwind. Know that the main enemies of the soul are the demon world and flesh. That after the plague comes the famine and after the famine war breaks out. Is Zerensky a name for the Apocalypse? Bulgakov prophesied it in his novel “The White Guard”… the son of the shoemaker from Lvov will come to destroy the paths of redemption.


Let us pray for salvation from a world in flames. Xto help us.

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