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– Grazie – answered Alex, impersonating Brando in the Godfather.
– Prego. Now – already addressing everyone there –, why do you worry so much about what the dead think? They’re blind leading the blind. Maybe you should keep in mind what Saint Francis of Assisi said about the true value of human beings: they’re only worth what they’re worth in the eyes of God.
»You know?, if I had to sum things up, in a bottom line sense, I’d say that there are only two kinds of people in this world: Catholics and zombies. You shouldn’t become so attached with whatever might have to do with the latter, as you should also keep in mind that most people in this world live under different illusions about what Reality truly is, not only philosophically wise, or theologically, but what comes to other things as well, such as the notion of property, for example, one of the greatest illusions there is, as in, nobody truly owns anything. We’re nothing more than administrators of whatever it may be, not only because, in truth, everything belongs to God, but also because no one lives forever in this world, so everything that one might have had in this world is bound to pass on to someone else’s tenure.
»Remember always what could be considered a fundamental premise that you should constantly keep in mind: Catholics do not mistake Eternal Life with life in this world. Our hope is totally in the life that awaits us after death. And maybe you shouldn’t refer to or think about that passing as such, as death, because, given cultural conventions or something, it has a feel of some eternal ending, and not what it truly is. Remember how Jesus referred to that passing, as in, entering Life. Anyway, as Saint Paul put it: if our hopes were only for this life and this world, we’d be the most miserable of men, given that in a world were evil exists, one, so to stay on course in the path of goodness, has, at least, to be patient. And God didn’t make the human being for suffering. On the contrary. Not that patience is a negative thing, as in, it can be practiced only in result of a bad thing, but you know what I mean. I understand that you’re still in the world, so some degree of socializing seems to be inevitable. But still. In simple terms, the glories that this world has to offer are for, well, for lack of a better word, for suckers. True life is on the other side, if you will. We’re nothing more than seeds here. Seeds of what we’ll become in Eternity. And as seeds must do so to become a tree, so must we have to die, literally and metaphorically. The literal part needs nothing so to happen, unless you’re Enoch or Elias, but the metaphorical part depends on us, depends on what the seed is willing to do so to become what it’s supposed to become. So we’re something of a paradox, kind of like conscious seeds, aware that we are as such. And if we are as such, maybe we should behave as such. Like Jesus said: he that loses his life in this world, shall find it. And he who holds on to it, as in, preventing that metaphorical death to happen, shall lose it. Because, one might understand, as such, one is preventing the natural course of the seed to happen, so to become what it’s supposed to.
»Maybe it should be said that these words of Jesus appear to be more both for the early days of Christendom, when Jesus’ Name was starting to be announced, and for those that, in these days, don’t believe in Him, given that, in the Christian Tradition, well, if one is raised as a Christian, in principle, that is, if staying on course, one doesn’t need to undergo that metaphorical death or be reborn of the Spirit, as Jesus said, for having already been raised in the Light of The Truth.
Anubis howled.
Staring at the moon.
– Just give me a minute – interrupted Giacomo Sinsanpe Roconmuxosolès his speech to the ones that were there with him.
«Longitude and latitude, check?»
«On the bottom right of your screen, there’s this showing of a percentage element, which, by handling it, is where you can diminish or enhance the size of the things you have on display in front of you. So, when reading a blog, for instance, if you enhance the size percentage to something over 100%, it should make the reading more comfortable.»
Sinsanpe Roconmuxosolès. That was his name. His surnames, anyway. Sinsanpe Roconmuxosolès was a mix of Uruguayan or Chilean and Japanese ascent. He was a true man of the Church. Yes. Giacomo of the Church. He always thought of the Pope for whatever reason that expression came to mind. But Giacomo did things like that. Of course to the ones not so used to similar events, the first time they would be like, well, at least, in expectation.
That being the case with Vanessa and the others at the moment, witnessing whatever it was that Giacomo was doing, in a quite Crete, just before the day would start to light up the night with its known smoothness.
– Holy... Trinity! I see you already – said Giacomo out loud amidst a smile, as if speaking to himself, and still looking through the telescope.
It wasn’t the first time that Giacomo’s Guardian Angel was appearing to him in what could be held as an unusual place, but on the moon was the first. Giacomo’s Guardian Angel belonged to a type of Angels that could be compared to a certain Gaullist village in Caesar’s time. They were the kind of Angels you could find occasionally in some armed forces drills. They would be like, according to angelical possibilities, they would tie something to a cannon bullet, and off they went, as if being pulled by, well, something really fast, so to land near another Angel, or a group of Angels, blowing them all sky high amidst laughter. They were of spiritual nature, of course, so, needless to say, no harm done. You could also see them sitting outside and around a rocket going to space, as you could also find them in those psychic consultations, you know, where people go so to «communicate» with the dead. I’ll leave to your imagination the type of things they would whisper to the psychic. Giacomo’s Guardian Angel was of that tribe, if you like, Saint Michael’s Angels. They were like God, beyond good and evil. When someone says they were like God, people may start to think of power or authority like God. None of that. Instead, more in the nature of what Saint Paul wrote about making an effort so to develop Christ’s feel about things. In that sense. Anyway, this occasion would be extra special, given that a certain Lady would also appear, just how it’s written in Revelations 12, he thought. But tonight would be more like that part of the Bible where King David entered Jerusalem with the Ark of the Covenant.
– Ok, then. Louder, please – said Giacomo to Natalie.
– Done – she answered.
– Thank you very much – replied Giacomo, impersonating Elvis.