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		<title>THE SEPULCHRE IS EMPTY&#8230;</title>
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The sepulchre is empty
The cross &#8230;
Mary &#8230;
Destroyed &#8230; grief stricken &#8230;   tortured from the pain       
Mary looks at her child &#8230;
…REJOICE, MARY &#8230; &#8230;&#8230;.. FULL OF GRACE …THE LORD IS WITH YOU &#8230; BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF YOUR BREAST&#8230;&#8230;.
Her little hands &#8230; his legs &#8230; the scent of his hair &#8230; the warmth of his [...]]]></description>
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<p>The sepulchre is empty</p>
<p>The cross &#8230;</p>
<p>Mary &#8230;</p>
<p>Destroyed &#8230; grief stricken &#8230;   tortured from the pain       <br />
Mary looks at her child &#8230;</p>
<p>…REJOICE, MARY &#8230; &#8230;&#8230;.. FULL OF GRACE …THE LORD IS WITH YOU &#8230; BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF YOUR BREAST&#8230;&#8230;.<br />
Her little hands &#8230; his legs &#8230; the scent of his hair &#8230; the warmth of his body &#8230; the sweetness of his voice &#8230;<br />
Happy moments &#8230;<br />
He ran &#8230; played &#8230;<br />
&#8220;&#8230; Mom &#8230;&#8221;<br />
&#8220;&#8230; My child &#8230;&#8221;<br />
Sweet loving words &#8230; hugs &#8230;<br />
The small Holy Family reunited &#8230;<br />
The flowers on the table &#8230;<br />
The beautiful summer evenings &#8230;<br />
Nazareth &#8230;</p>
<p>Maria knew &#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;My baby &#8230; God ..&#8221;<br />
The Messiah &#8230;</p>
<p>AVE MARIA &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;  HAIL MARY THE MOTHER OF GOD ..</p>
<p>God became flesh ..<br />
The cross &#8230;<br />
The crown of thorns &#8230;<br />
The open arms &#8230;</p>
<p>It is now &#8230;. the &#8216;TIME&#8230;</p>
<p>For this &#8220;hour&#8221; came into the world &#8230;</p>
<p>……A SWORD WILL PIERCE YOUR SOUL &#8230;&#8230;<br />
Maria knew &#8230;</p>
<p>The eyes look like never before &#8230;<br />
The hearts &#8230;<br />
A single beat &#8230;<br />
Heartbeats &#8230;<br />
Suffering &#8230; irrepressible &#8230; the uncontrollable suffering<br />
Her lips tremble &#8230;<br />
There are no tears &#8230; suffering fever &#8230; the uncontrollable suffering</p>
<p>Mystery of the pain &#8230;<br />
&#8230;. Father is done your wish&#8230;.</p>
<p>Love comes from Love &#8230;<br />
With the power of Love &#8230;</p>
<p>For Love &#8230;</p>
<p>Love without limits &#8230;<br />
Unparalleled LOVE &#8230;<br />
Pure &#8230;<br />
Holy &#8230;<br />
Essence of Divine Love &#8230;</p>
<p>God .. Jesus became the Word &#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; Mother &#8230; here is your son &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; Yes .. you are my son &#8230; Jesus .. My son is innocent and holy .. my God &#8230; I&#8217;ll be the Mother of everyone &#8230; all men &#8230; Mother of all  the mothers like me, who are under the cross &#8230; &#8221;</p>
<p>HOLY MARY ….OUR MOTHER &#8230;&#8230;&#8230; PRAY FOR US… SINNERS &#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; I’m thirsty &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>The last moments &#8230;<br />
The Universe is silent &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Father forgive them….. they  do not know what they do</p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; Everything is done &#8221; &#8230;</p>
<p>Bent the head and surrendered his spirit &#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>Angels cry &#8230;.<br />
The earth trembles &#8230;</p>
<p>Perfect sacrifice &#8230;. pure &#8230; universal &#8230; forever &#8230;.</p>
<p>THE SEPULCHRE IS EMPTY <br />
Speechless &#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; I came &#8230; sent by the Father in order to redeem humanity<br />
&#8221; My kingdom is not from this world &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> &#8221; And when they had plagued him… they’ll kill him &#8230; but the third day rise again&#8221; &#8230;.</p>
<p> &#8221;Why do you seek the living among the dead?</p>
<p>&#8220;He is not here but he is  resuscitated.&#8221;&#8230;</p>
<p>THE SEPULCHRE IS TRULY EMPTY &#8230;<br />
Mary knew &#8230;</p>
<p>JESUS ​​IS RISEN &#8230;.</p>
<p>Raise his hands and blessed them &#8230;</p>
<p>While he blessed, he left them and was taken to heaven &#8230;<br />
Jesus is back in the kingdom from which he came &#8230;</p>
<p>God created by God &#8230;.</p>
<p>A cold January night Jesus speaks to me &#8230; warms my heart &#8230;</p>
<p>My very dear daughter &#8230;<br />
My joy is immense &#8230;<br />
The joy of Heaven is immense &#8230;<br />
The joy of the Earth would be immense &#8230;<br />
My life for your salvation &#8230; (sighs deeply &#8230;)</p>
<p>Your salvation was willed to me &#8230; your Jesus .. through my sacrifice &#8230;<br />
The sacrifice of my life &#8230; everything that you can see with the eyes of your body, but only hear it through the sensibilities of your heart &#8230;<br />
The whole universe at that moment divine bowed at the foot of the Cross &#8230;<br />
The Cross has been seen in every corner of this infinite world where I’m the king ..<br />
King of Glory King of Love and &#8230;<br />
Think my daughter …think about this unique event which has saved all humanity from the hands of the wicked &#8230;<br />
An unparalleled fight between the Good the evil&#8230;.<br />
I&#8217;ve had obtained the victory &#8230;<br />
With my sacrifice &#8230; all love &#8230; paying &#8230; with the purity of my pure and holy blood &#8230; all the sins and injustices of this world…<br />
If only men would like to know &#8230; everyone would open the gates of Heaven where the righteous and pure in heart live next to Me &#8230;their KING<br />
(&#8230; The light has come into the world &#8230; but men loved darkness more that the light &#8230;..)</p>
<p>Mirella your mission &#8230; your testify in the world must be more effective &#8230;<br />
Do not be afraid of appearing .. you talk about me and not about you &#8230;!<br />
Show me the world and show the world the truths that I&#8217;ve put in your heart &#8230; in your mind and in your eyes &#8230;<br />
Always be done my will ..</p>
<p>Your gentle Jesus bless you &#8230;<br />
Amen</p>
<p>…….I hear the angels sing &#8230;&#8230;. a love song &#8230; a song of praise &#8230;..</p>
<p>Here I am Lord &#8230;<br />
The feelings of my heart become word &#8230;<br />
The words made of feeling &#8230; are  praying &#8230; &#8230;</p>
<p>Dear Friends &#8230;. THE TOMB &#8216;EMPTY &#8230;.<br />
God loved so much the world that He gave His only begotten Son &#8230;..<br />
JESUS ​​IS RISEN &#8230;.</p>
<p>Hallelujah &#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>Your friend<br />
Mirella</p>
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<p>A special welcome to all friends who link to my site from those wonderful country &#8230;<br />
Thank you &#8230;!!</p>
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<p>Croatia</p>
<p>Germany</p>
<p>Switzerland</p>
<p>Peru</p>
<p>French Polynesia</p>
<p>Island of Reunion</p>
<p>Austria</p>
<p>Bahrain</p>
<p>United States</p>
<p>Venezuela</p>
<p>Canada</p>
<p>Chile<br />
Dominican Republic</p>
<p>Algeria</p>
<p>Panama</p>
<p>Brazil</p>
<p>Cote d&#8217;Ivoire</p>
<p>Costa Rica</p>
<p>Gabon</p>
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<p>Honduras</p>
<p>Haiti<br />
Ireland<br />
India<br />
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Lebanon<br />
Montenegro<br />
Mauritius<br />
Nicaragua<br />
Romania<br />
Senegal</p>
<p>Bosnia and Herzegovina</p>
<p>Jorgan</p>
<p>El Salvador</p>
<p>Puerto Rico</p>
<p>Turkey</p>
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		<title>A BELL RINGS&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 17:31:30 +0000</pubDate>
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A BELL RINGS &#8230;&#8230; 
Rings a bell &#8230;&#8230;. is the bell of my church…. look at the sky &#8230;&#8230; &#8230;&#8230; LORD…I breathe you &#8230;
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I breathe the air that you give me so I can live… close my eyes &#8230;..the beautiful sound of the bells of my church takes me to the top &#8230;&#8230; to You [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: large;">A BELL RINGS</span> &#8230;&#8230; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Rings a bell &#8230;&#8230;. is the bell of my church…. look at the sky &#8230;&#8230; &#8230;&#8230; LORD…I breathe you &#8230;</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I breathe the air that you give me so I can live… close my eyes &#8230;..the beautiful sound of the bells of my church takes me to the top &#8230;&#8230; to You and my heart, my soul, enjoy our sudden meeting &#8230;</p>
<p>It&#8217;s a great time &#8230;.. I feel happy &#8230;. and instinctively and naturally, born in me the desire to SPEAK &#8230;.. and my words become song… become PRAYER &#8230;&#8230; and my prayer is praise-song, is emotion</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I do not understand how, but from my soul springs a cascade of words of love and I feel like going to the top and quenches my thirst at the source of Your Heart</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>My soul breathes the air &#8230;.is not like my body, but Your breath &#8230;<br />
　<br />
I fell YOUR BEAUTY &#8230;. but overall I feel part of you &#8230;.. we are united in a way that goes beyond all understanding and all human reason &#8230;.<br />
　<br />
How I can explain this joy when everything that surrounds me is apparently the same? &#8230;<br />
　<br />
however something changes &#8230;&#8230;. only with eyes of love you can see what others can not &#8230;.<br />
　<br />
I&#8217;m surrounded by BRILLIANTS CREATURES who rejoice of my excitement &#8230;.they are here ..</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I know…..I feel your perfume &#8230;<br />
　<br />
Lord …the everlasting God&#8230;&#8230; Infinite Love…is nice to meet you&#8230;&#8230; to talk to you &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
　<br />
Do you hear me Lord? &#8230;&#8230; Really you hear me? &#8230;. How can you hear me among the clutter of this world insane? &#8230;&#8230;. YOU ARE INFINITY MY LORD….AND INFINITY IS YOUR POWER &#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
PRAY &#8230;. TALK TO YOU! &#8230;&#8230; ..WE ARE TOGETHER …… ARE YOU SMILING ME?　</p>
<p> <br />
I pray with my heart…with my mind and ..with my lips&#8230;..</p>
<p> <br />
JESUS <span style="font-family: Cambria Math;">​​</span>WENT TO PRAY TO THE MOUNTAIN AND REMAINED ALL NIGHT IN PRAYER &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
JESUS <span style="font-family: Cambria Math;">​​</span>GOT UP IN THE MORNING WHEN IT WAS STILL DARK AND GOING OUT OF THE HOUSE&#8230; WAS RETIRED TO A DESERT PLACE, AND THERE PRAYED</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In the morning and at night &#8230;Jesus &#8230; great example!&#8230;.<br />
　<br />
Thank you &#8230;&#8230; thank you for teaching me to pray &#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
In the morning I put my soul in your hands Lord &#8230;&#8230;. starts my daily job &#8230;<br />
　<br />
At night, tired…. in the silence that speaks to me about you &#8230; my soul seeks rest in your hands &#8230;<br />
　<br />
I think of how many times Mary, THE MOTHER, during his earthly life, she prayed with the heart &#8230;with the mind , while as a housewife while as a housewife cooked ..washed &#8230;&#8230; &#8230;&#8230; lit the fire for her husband Joseph, and to you, my Jesus &#8230;<br />
　<br />
&#8230; OUR FATHER WHICH ART IN HEAVEN &#8230; HOLLOWED BE THY NAME</p>
<p> <br />
Bell blessed ..your tolling invites me to love &#8230;<br />
　<br />
Sound, bells from the world &#8230;sound… each tolling from bells is like a prayer of praise to our Lord &#8230;&#8230;<br />
　<br />
Sound, bells of the cathedrals with towering crosses, you rise into the sky bringing God to the hearts of men &#8230;<br />
　<br />
Bells sound in small churches scattered in remote regions of the world, like tiny violets hidden in the rocks at the foot of the Cross, bring to God the pain and the hope of men&#8217;s hearts &#8230;&#8230;<br />
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Again &#8230; in the silence of the night &#8230;&#8230; the joy is more intense &#8230; GOD, in the immensity of his love, lets my guardian angel talk to me… look down and write HIS THOUGHTS that come from so far and so close at the time &#8230;..</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>　<br />
SO IT IS… now, at this time the SKY is open &#8230; and GOD, with his holy people singing the praises of love &#8230;<br />
　<br />
Listen &#8230;.. see &#8230;.. be spectator of the holy things because GOD, LOVE INFINITE, allows &#8230;<br />
　<br />
Friend of ours &#8230;&#8230; is PRAYER THAT OPENS THE HEART &#8230;&#8230;.<br />
　<br />
Humility in prayer &#8230;&#8230; the prayer said with humility &#8230;<br />
　<br />
God gives to whom, with humility &#8230;&#8230; invoked thousands of wonders that amaze and dazzle &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
The hearts are touched and God is pleased with emotions&#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Prays and teaches us to pray&#8230;<br />
　<br />
Heaven opens &#8230; and like light and fragrant rain, falling on the earthly people of God, infinite Petals of grace &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
I&#8217;m your holy guardian angel, BRIGHT, always attentive and heartfelt talk to you about God and me&#8230;</p>
<p>I love you &#8230;&#8230;</p>
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		<title>  NOVEMBER&#8230;..</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 14:21:56 +0000</pubDate>
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 November &#8230;.
November &#8230;. The month of deaths&#8230; 
One September morning I walked slowly along the shore of the sea &#8230;. 
I looked at the beautiful blue sky &#8230;. I breathed the scent of the sea &#8230; a wonderful sunny day &#8230; 
The last swimmers lying on the warm sand &#8230; 
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<p> November &#8230;.</p>
<p>November &#8230;. The month of deaths&#8230; <br />
One September morning I walked slowly along the shore of the sea &#8230;. <br />
I looked at the beautiful blue sky &#8230;. I breathed the scent of the sea &#8230; a wonderful sunny day &#8230; <br />
The last swimmers lying on the warm sand &#8230; <br />
I feel that someone touch my right hand &#8230; look around and I see beside me a child of about five years &#8230; He smile me &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
He has an awesome beauty&#8230;.. a round little face &#8230; big eyes &#8230; I do not know the color &#8230; a nose and a little mouth are perfect , he has a brown hair &#8230; curly &#8230; a large curly ringlets a little long &#8230; but not too much &#8230;just skim the shoulders &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Wearing a white swimsuit &#8230; and &#8230; right &#8230; stuck in his little arm has a small lifesaver&#8230; colored &#8230; today we would say &#8220;no longer fashionable&#8221; &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
I also smile &#8230;at the same time &#8230;. we join hands &#8230;. <br />
We walk together along the shore &#8230; <br />
Happy hopping &#8230;. and I?</p>
<p> <br />
I walk along the shore holding the hands of a child that no one sees &#8230; a boy who seems to have lived on earth in the fifties &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Why are you here darling &#8230;?&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; I am waiting for my mom &#8230;&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Where is your mom &#8230;?&#8221; <br />
The beautiful baby is not responding &#8230;. <br />
&#8220;&#8230; You&#8217;re always alone &#8230;?&#8221; <br />
The beautiful baby is not responding &#8230; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Do you want to come home with me &#8230;?&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Yes &#8230; yes &#8230;!&#8221;<br />
&#8220;&#8230; Can you tell me &#8230; what&#8217;s your name?&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
His voice is a whisper &#8230;. <br />
　I think I understand: <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Rodolfo &#8230;.&#8221;<br />
We continue to walk together&#8230; I walked silently &#8230; the little Rudolph talks to himself &#8230; as children do he’s immersed in his fantasy and imagination &#8230;. I do not understand what he says but I do not do questions &#8230;. <br />
Just as he &#8220;appeared&#8221; &#8230; well &#8230; suddenly &#8230; disappears &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
My hand is empty &#8230; I look around &#8230; there is &#8230; swimmers lying on their beds and careless to live close to real as holy creatures like the little Rudolph &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
My day goes &#8230; around 11:30 p.m. I go to bed &#8230; turn out the light &#8230; I think of God &#8230; I think about Mary &#8230; Jesus &#8230; the angels &#8230; my dad &#8230; my mom &#8230; and instinctively &#8230; with my heart I pray &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Suddenly I hear and see Rodolfo next to me &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;&#8230; You have come ..? &#8230; Little darling &#8230; I&#8217;m so happy to see you again &#8230; I thought you had forgotten me &#8230; you came to sleep with me ..?&#8221; <br />
How can I tell the joy? &#8230; How can I tell his face beaming bright &#8230; happy &#8230; a holy child? &#8230; <br />
And I? .. <br />
I am in my bed, and next to me there’s a holy child from the sky &#8230; <br />
I hold him to me &#8230; I do not feel his body like a body &#8230; but I feel it wearing his white swimsuit&#8230; </p>
<p>stuck in his tiny little arm right round &#8230; colorful&#8230; lifesaver &#8230; <br />
Together we pray many whispered &#8220;Ave Maria&#8221; Our Lady &#8230; <br />
I go to sleep… the next morning &#8230;. Rudolph was gone &#8230; I have not seen again &#8230; <br />
Maybe his mom came to pick him &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
November &#8230; the month of the dead &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
One afternoon….I’m by the way…. alone &#8230; I walk along a beautiful avenue of trees &#8230; is October.. the leaves fall&#8230;. <br />
The street is very busy &#8230; there&#8217;s so many people walking around greeting &#8230; some people I know &#8230; I stop to chat with a friend of mine who is taking her dog for a walk &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
The dog barks and wags his tail festive &#8230; want me to caress &#8230; <br />
We laugh and say how beautiful the animals are &#8230; <br />
While talking with my friend &#8230; I look to the bench a few feet away from me &#8230; to my right &#8230; <br />
I&#8217;m surprised because it sits &#8230; little &#8230; little &#8230; and &#8230;. there is only a baby &#8230; <br />
Greeting fast my friend &#8230; and I approach the bench &#8230; I do not sit &#8230; stay up &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I do not know &#8230; I never know how truly &#8230; I never know &#8230; like so many things that happen to me! &#8230; But I understand that a child has &#8220;never been born&#8221; &#8230;. <br />
With the eyes of my heart I caress &#8230; and wonder &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;&#8230; What are you doing here? &#8230;&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; I am waiting for my mother &#8230; soon come &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
It has a blue sweater &#8230; shorts are short in light gray &#8230; the shoes seem yellowish white or maybe &#8230; I dont know &#8230; <br />
I understand he does not want to talk &#8230;. I take my walk &#8230; <br />
But everything now is a little bit different &#8230;</p>
<p> Sometimes I turn back and see the bench and the baby is always there&#8230; just sitting &#8230; waiting &#8230; <br />
I walk for about an hour later I decide to turn back &#8230;. <br />
Sitting on that bench is now a single lady &#8230; not so young &#8230; I know &#8230; &#8230; do not personally &#8230; but I often see her at the supermarket &#8230; <br />
I slow down the pace &#8230; I look at it &#8230;. her eyes are closed &#8230; her arms folded across her chest &#8230; wearing a blue sweater and gray skirt &#8230; her shoes are clear &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
They are dressed alike &#8230;! &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
The baby is sitting on the bench next to her &#8230; very close &#8230; the head rests on the left side of the woman &#8230; <br />
We watch silently &#8230;. <br />
Surely this mother thinks about her baby and her baby &#8230;. is there &#8230; next to her &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
The heart of the moms next to their children &#8230; always &#8230; undivided &#8230;. as the heart of Mary next to her son Jesus &#8230;. indivisible &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
　November &#8230; the month of the dead &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
Something that happened a while back &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
A nice lady is sitting at my desk &#8230; came to me because she doesn’t feel well..<br />
&#8220;&#8230; Someone told me .. Mirella &#8230; that you helps a lot &#8230; someone told me that you pray &#8230; as you can see I’m old &#8230; my health is delicate &#8230; I suffered a serious operation &#8230;I also use to pray &#8230; that&#8217;s why I&#8217;m here &#8230;&#8221; <br />
The Lord in his infinite love &#8230; immediately &#8230; fills my heart with love &#8230; <br />
She can be &#8216;a mother or a grandmother &#8230; her life is not easy &#8230; her face still preserves traces of a beautiful young &#8230;<br />
I&#8217;m telling to her &#8230; she smile &#8230; sigh &#8230;<br />
&#8220;&#8230; Thank you &#8230; it&#8217;s true &#8230; but it&#8217;s been so long &#8230;&#8221; &#8230;. sigh &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
I take the book suggests to me that Jesus (&#8230; I have many on my desk but it is Jesus that makes me choose what he considers most suitable for the intentions of the person who came to ask for help &#8230; and it is the same thing always for prayer &#8230; Jesus chose &#8230; I beg his mercy with the words suggested by him to obtain from him the grace and the help required &#8230; is amazing! ..).</p>
<p> <br />
As I ask &#8230; I see &#8230; behind the woman &#8230; a young man dressed as a soldier &#8230;and leads to shoulder a rifle &#8230;. <br />
It is not a &#8220;modern soldier&#8221; &#8230; by his uniform and the cap on his head &#8230; by all of his clothing &#8220;understand&#8221; that he was a soldier in the First World War &#8230; <br />
I try to ignore it &#8230; but is not possible &#8230; I mean &#8230; I have to say to the woman who is sitting in front of me &#8230; <br />
With kindness and gentleness that &#8230; ever &#8230; use &#8230; I tell her what I see &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Excuse me &#8230; Lady , in your family, do you remembers if there was a soldier who fought in World War ? ..&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Why do you ask ?&#8221;.. <br />
She puts a hand over her mouth to suppress a strong emotion &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;Lady &#8230; here &#8230; now &#8230; right behind you &#8230; there is a young soldier &#8230; seems very tired &#8230;&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230; What does he say &#8230;?&#8221; <br />
&#8220;&#8230;. I finally returned home &#8230;!&#8221; &#8230; <br />
As always I get excited &#8230; no one can remain indifferent &#8230;. these are extraordinary things &#8230;. <br />
Suddenly the soldier removes his rifle from his shoulder and puts it on the ground near his feet &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;Mirella &#8230; is the brother of my mother &#8230; went to war &#8230; I was very small but I remember my mom telling me that her mother &#8230; have waited for years, every day &#8230; &#8230; forever &#8230; my uncle was declared missing &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
Unless I asks, she show me some a photographs that she had in her purse &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;&#8230; This is my mom &#8230; this is my grandmother &#8230; and this is the brother of my mother &#8230; he is dressed as a soldier and is the only memory I have always had about him &#8230; my uncle is not coming home ever again &#8230; &#8230; &#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
The soldier in front of me is the same soldier in the photo &#8230;. and in the picture he has supported the gun on the ground near his feet &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
Some months later the lady calls me &#8230; barely able to speak &#8230;.<br />
&#8220;&#8230; Mirella &#8230; is incredible &#8230; They have found him &#8230;! We received a letter and tell us that it was recognized along with other Italian soldiers &#8230; he returns home &#8230; finally will have a proper burial &#8230; finally I can &#8230; actually the whole family &#8230; we pray and bring a flower on his tomb &#8230;. &#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
She had come to a prayer during her illness &#8230; <br />
As I look at the Crucified Christ &#8230;in the church &#8230; during the holy Mass ..in front of me &#8230;. the &#8230; &#8220;opens up&#8221; an impressive and sweet sight &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
Almost in the shadow &#8230; a long line of people &#8230; one after the other in single file &#8230;. &#8230; all composed &#8230; no one goes &#8230; wear normal clothes &#8230; in silence &#8230; slowly advancing forward in silence &#8230; go to a single port &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
On the door &#8230; small and tight &#8230; He &#8230; Jesus &#8230; shining light &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
One at a time &#8230; slowly &#8230; people come &#8230; the light is bright&#8230;. intense &#8230; soft pink colored…very weak &#8230; the space is huge &#8230; but the light is so &#8220;dense&#8221; I can not perceive the greatness of the place .. </p>
<p>from the right to the left a line of young people&#8230; so high light &#8230;. beautiful &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
They are Angels &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
The people at the time of their entry are no longer as just before … an instantly metamorphosis &#8230; &#8230; they do not change their appearance &#8230; but the signs of aging disappear &#8230; and their appereance became brilliant as a Diamond&#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
The Angels bathed in light &#8230; light &#8230; light in their image &#8230; was perfectly distinguish their figures &#8230; their faces &#8230; their hair &#8230; their arms raised up &#8230; wear long tunics until the feet are &#8230; joyful &#8230; joyful &#8230; sing &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
And there.. in the center &#8230;.he wonder of wonder &#8230; I do not know whether near or far &#8230; yet even more intense light &#8230; an enormous sun &#8230; the center of the great sun &#8220;beats&#8221; as the beating of a heart</p>
<p> <br />
God showed me the entrance of men into the kingdom of heaven &#8230; and the door of Heaven is his son Jesus Christ &#8230; &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
November the month of deaths? &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
No &#8230; November is not the month of the dead &#8230; November is the month of love &#8230; is the month of memories &#8230; nostalgic &#8230; this is the month of flowers &#8230; this is the month of prayer &#8230;. <br />
How many caresses to the yellowed photos &#8230; sighing &#8230; think back to all the moments we spent together &#8230;. <br />
Why we didn’t understand when it was time to figure out? <br />
How easy it could be &#8230;! <br />
Why we didn’t love enough ,when it was time to love more? &#8230; <br />
How easy it would be on earth ..!</p>
<p> <br />
We have not forgiven? &#8230; <br />
Forgive &#8230;. now &#8230; forget the insults &#8230; <br />
We have not been forgiven? &#8230; <br />
We ask to be forgiven &#8230; now &#8230;. <br />
We loved so much? &#8230; We have been so popular? &#8230; And now &#8230;? <br />
Now we love even more &#8230; in the perfection of love &#8230; forever &#8230;. <br />
Love has no end &#8230;. is endless &#8230;. <br />
Never as in this month Heaven and Earth are united &#8230; <br />
Never as in this month our hearts are close to their hearts &#8230; <br />
Our dear &#8230;. people love so much &#8230; where are they? <br />
Next to us &#8230; in the glory of God &#8230; <br />
Our dear &#8230; <br />
Cemetery or the Campo Santo &#8230; as the angels call this place &#8230; are full of flower…looks like a gardens&#8230; <br />
All? &#8230; For all is the memory? &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
No &#8230; not for everyone &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Who remembers the soldiers? &#8230; <br />
How many young people &#8230; with courage .. have given their lives defending our country &#8230; <br />
The soldiers of all wars &#8230; in every age and in every time of history &#8230; how many wars &#8230;!</p>
<p> <br />
We remember our dear? &#8230; <br />
Everybody? &#8230; <br />
No &#8230; not all &#8230; <br />
And our ancestors? &#8230;. Remember them? &#8230; Who remembers them? &#8230;who pray for them? &#8230; Who puts a flower? &#8230; Who lights a candle? &#8230; <br />
If we exist is because they have existed &#8230; <br />
It’s &#8216;so infinite the Infinity ..is so immense the Heaven &#8230; Heaven is so populated &#8230; endless love &#8230;.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>How nice is to be a Christians &#8230; is engaging and full of mercy our Christian faith &#8230; </p>
<p>My Jesus &#8230; the true God and true man &#8230; there is not gaps in your teaching! <br />
I am honored to testify you &#8230; <br />
My Lord &#8230; Lord of life &#8230;by which word &#8230; can we talk? &#8230; With what music we sing? .. <br />
In front of such beauty without end&#8230; my Lord &#8230; in silence &#8230; I raise my eyes to heaven &#8230; in silence &#8230; I kneel at your feet &#8230; <br />
Lord in your kingdom collect all your children wherever they may be&#8230; all those who have left the earth in peace &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
And you from &#8220;above&#8221; pray for us &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
Mirella &#8230;.<br />
(Written in November &#8230; published in the same month by the monthly Stella Maris in French and in German by Mary Heute &#8230; Editions du Parvis de l&#8217;Eglise &#8230; Route 71 &#8230; 1648-Hauteville-Us)</p>
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I want to tell the love of God &#8230;
 It&#8217;s Saturday afternoon&#8230;
 Today I rest &#8230;. I&#8217;m sitting in my armchair &#8230;. Eyes closed. &#8230; There is no noise… Only the twittering of some birds that comes here to drink the water that my husband Bruno put&#8217;s for them in the garden in front of the house [...]]]></description>
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<div>I want to tell the love of God &#8230;</div>
<p> It&#8217;s Saturday afternoon&#8230;</p>
<p> Today I rest &#8230;. I&#8217;m sitting in my armchair &#8230;. Eyes closed. &#8230; There is no noise… Only the twittering of some birds that comes here to drink the water that my husband Bruno put&#8217;s for them in the garden in front of the house &#8230; a garden in common with all our neighbors &#8230;.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>It &#8216;a beautiful &#8220;task&#8221; that Bruno has taken &#8230;. In the winter with snow or rain, birds find food and water  &#8230; even in summer when it’s so hot &#8230;.and we &#8230; At home &#8230;look at them hidden behind the curtains …. not to scare them &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
They are spectacularly!</p>
<p> <br />
I want to tell the love of God &#8230;.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>They come in hundreds &#8230;. And the most beautiful thing is to see when parents bring small &#8230;.and smaller .. Just weaned&#8230; learn that there … in that corner &#8230; under the big tree there is food and water …. </p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Near my armchair quiet sleep my little dog Dada….</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>My Dada is a very sweet dog.. she has 15 years  &#8230; is a little old as I say! &#8230; But has always been a special dog  &#8230; Affectionate, good &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The thing that touched me of her have been always her eyes &#8230;. her eyes &#8230; when she looks carefully to understand when we talk about her &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
Even now she does &#8230;. although she is old and no longer sees so well and &#8230; sometimes &#8230; she is tired &#8230;.!</p>
<p> <br />
Oh &#8230; I forgot to tell that I also have a black and white cat &#8230;. Pucci is his name, not so young anymore even he&#8230; is very smart and to get what he wants he has learned to meow &#8230; complaining … if you do not give what he wants, he complains for hours..!!!</p>
<p> <br />
I do not know where he is right now &#8230;but definitely &#8230; in a very convenient place on the bed &#8230;? &#8230; Maybe ..!!!</p>
<p> <br />
He is just a clever kitty &#8230;<br />
 <br />
I want to tell the love of God &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
In the silence of the afternoon &#8230;.<br />
Suddenly the doorbell rings &#8230; I make a big jump&#8230; and also my Dada &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
I&#8217;m not expecting visits &#8230;.!</p>
<p> <br />
In that moment I think many things &#8230;. Then answer the intercom &#8230;<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Mirella &#8230; I&#8217;m sorry to bother you but I need to talk urgently &#8230;&#8221;<br />
 <br />
I know this lady &#8230;. We meet often in the same supermarket &#8230;. We just say hello but, never got to speak, only of little things &#8230; I did not think she knew me &#8230;<br />
 <br />
&#8220;Mirella &#8230; I&#8217;m sorry &#8230;. But it&#8217;s a young men &#8230;. &#8230; Son of a friend of mine, he is 23 years old and is very serious &#8230; is seven years that he is sick &#8230;&#8221;<br />
 <br />
She spoke… very excited &#8230; and then asked me if the boy&#8217;s mother can come to see me to ask for a help from God &#8230; also said that last year she has come to my house and left me an envelope with the photograph of this young man in my mailbox &#8230; inside there was a note and a phone number &#8230; and  She says that I called that number reassurance that I prayed for him &#8230;<br />
 <br />
I asked ..&#8221;.. why you never come again to give me any news? &#8230; &#8221;<br />
- &#8220;&#8230; Because the boy was much better &#8230; .!!&#8221;-<br />
 <br />
Naturally..!!..of course the mother can come &#8230;.<br />
I&#8217;ll give her my phone number and say hello with an emotional hug<br />
 <br />
I want to tell the love of God &#8230;<br />
 <br />
At about eight o&#8217;clock in the evening the boy&#8217;s mother calls me &#8230; let&#8217;s talk about &#8230;the voice is sad The voice of mothers&#8230;the pain of the mothers &#8230; they can not hide their pain  &#8230;<br />
I know these &#8220;voices&#8221; &#8230;. how many in all these years  &#8230;!<br />
 <br />
&#8230; Check my calendar.. is packed! &#8230;<br />
 <br />
But it is an urgent &#8230; we all have to help &#8230; I tell her to come on Monday afternoon without an appointment and ask those who are already waiting to be patient &#8230;.<br />
Often happens to me &#8230; frequently &#8230;! And nobody protests &#8230; (maybe someone has done it! Patience &#8230;) but everyone wait.. help me.. understand &#8230; and they do it with love because if they come to me, they come to look for LOVE &#8230; ..</p>
<p> <br />
Monday afternoon &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I invite her to come in&#8230; we hug &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Seats facing each other &#8230; we look &#8230; on my desk a photograph of a beautiful green-eyed boy &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
The voice is a whisper &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;- Mirella&#8230; .. seven years that we no longer live &#8230; my son suffers from incredible disease &#8230; a disease &#8230; it&#8217;s absurd but fierce…he is anorexic &#8230; We took him in several hospitals &#8230; I do not know how to do &#8230; but nothing to do..  is getting worse &#8230; he is almost six feet tall and weighs 37 kilos&#8221;  &#8230;<br />
 <br />
The mother cries &#8230; and also my heart &#8230;<br />
 <br />
There are no words of consolation &#8230; no &#8230; the only true refuge where you can find peace &#8230; understanding &#8230; is the great heart of Jesus &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
And my heart turns to Jesus &#8230; and &#8230; slowly &#8230; holding the mother&#8217;s hands &#8230; start my prayer &#8230; I &#8220;talk&#8221; to Jesus&#8230;<br />
It &#8216;a dialogue of love &#8230; Dialogue of tenderness and mercy &#8230; an exchange of tenderness, love mercy &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p> <br />
I do not remember the words &#8230; I do not remember ever.. &#8220;after&#8221; &#8230; usually are remembered by the people who listen to me&#8230; and every time &#8230; with deep emotion.. say they have witnessed an extraordinary event &#8230; they are sure to have actually seen a dialogue between God and I &#8230; between heaven and earth &#8230;<br />
 <br />
Today &#8230; during the &#8220;prayer dialogue&#8221; feel a strong call in the heart &#8230; asked me something that I never did: go personally to the home of this young patient &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
It is the first time ..!</p>
<p> <br />
I ask the mother if it was possible &#8230; and she, cryind even more &#8230; said &#8220;Yes is possible&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
I want to tell the love of God &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Wednesday afternoon &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
The house is in the country &#8230; the kitchen is small and he is waiting for me &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
He is tall &#8230; I do not watch his body is awesome &#8230; &#8230; I look at his eyes and in his eyes I see the same eyes of Jesus &#8230;.!<br />
 <br />
Jesus is in front of me&#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
I&#8217;m impressed &#8230;<br />
I embrace him with all the sweetness of my heart &#8230; I embraced the sweetness of his heart &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Walk slowly dragging a rod of iron on which there is attached a large bag full of white liquid &#8230; from this bag there is a short tube that ends up stuck in her neck &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>It is his power supply..!</p>
<p> <br />
I ask him if is possible to sit down  just to talk to him&#8230;<br />
- &#8220;&#8230; It gives me pleasure to talk with you &#8230; but I do not sit down &#8230; I do not &#8230; I never sit for seven years &#8230; I do not sit down because otherwise I can not sleep at night &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8220;&#8230; Not a problem-the answer-we stand both..!<br />
&#8220;I came to talk to you because your Guardian Angel asked me &#8230;&#8221;<br />
He looks surprised &#8230; and confess me to have always believed to have one angel next &#8230;<br />
I speak &#8230; and speak &#8230; slowly &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
I do not know what the Lord puts in my heart and on my lips &#8230; after about an hour, he ask me if we can sit down &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Of course .. YES!<br />
Take a chair by himself &#8230; he adjusts his pillow and sits…I sit also in front of him &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
We continue to talk &#8230; makes me questions about God &#8230; Angels &#8230; ask me about his grandmother that he loved so much and had left the earth a few years before &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
He smiles ..!!!</p>
<p> <br />
I ask him if we can pray together &#8230; pray to Our Lady &#8230;<br />
I ask if I can touch him with my blessed oil on the forehead &#8230; I touch &#8230; a small cross on his chest<br />
In front of my eyes, his face turns &#8230; is beautiful &#8230; smiling with his eyes closed &#8230; sighs deeply and says &#8230; repeat &#8230; repeat &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
- &#8220;&#8230; That &#8230; peace &#8230; peace that I never felt a deep peace so what peace &#8230; &#8230; &#8230; &#8230; ..&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
Shortly after his parents came out.. for respect, they had left us alone&#8230;.<br />
They see him sitting… smiling &#8230; &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
I get up &#8230; I say goodbye with a hug long..  with emotion &#8230; kiss him &#8230;he hug me &#8230; kiss me &#8230; and whispers &#8220;&#8230; Thank you &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
Thursday &#8230; Friday &#8230; Saturday &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Beautiful days lived in joy &#8230; peace &#8230;<br />
Parents say &#8220;&#8230; is like he were detached from the world &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p> <br />
Sunday &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
Daniele &#8230;. With a smile on his face and peace of god on his heart let the pain on earth  &#8230; without the pain. And accompanied by his Guardian Angel &#8230;.  And fast, happy together &#8230; go there &#8230; to infinity &#8230;. In the Kingdom of Light &#8230; Living in the United of the Eternals &#8230;</p>
<p> <br />
&#8230; The Lord in His infinite goodness has allowed me to see him again &#8230; &#8230;<br />
He spoke to me &#8230; and asked me to take his sweet words to his dad and his mom &#8230;<br />
Thanks Daniel &#8230; it was a great honor and a great emotion to meet you &#8230;.<br />
 <br />
I wanted to tell the love of God &#8230;.</p>
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Your Mirella &#8230;</p>

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GLORY TO YOU LORD &#8230;.
 
Glory to you… Lord &#8230; &#8230;.
Glory to you &#8230; God Almighty &#8230;.
Glory to the Father of every man &#8230; &#8230;.
Eternal glory to you &#8230; Love &#8230;.
Glory to you &#8230; the Creator of all beauty &#8230;
Glory to you &#8230; Infinite Thought &#8230;.
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In the infinite universe you were watching &#8230;.
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<p>GLORY TO YOU LORD &#8230;.</p>
<p> <br />
Glory to you… Lord &#8230; &#8230;.</p>
<p>Glory to you &#8230; God Almighty &#8230;.</p>
<p>Glory to the Father of every man &#8230; &#8230;.</p>
<p>Eternal glory to you &#8230; Love &#8230;.</p>
<p>Glory to you &#8230; the Creator of all beauty &#8230;</p>
<p>Glory to you &#8230; Infinite Thought &#8230;.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In the infinite universe you were watching &#8230;.</p>
<p>From the infinite universe, you have chosen &#8230;.</p>
<p>A little planet called Earth &#8230; ..</p>
<p>You close to your heart and you have honored &#8230;</p>
<p>Earth is its name &#8230;</p>
<p>You wanted it to be the &#8220;Garden of the Universe&#8221; &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Your unstoppable Holy Fantasy populating it with everything that no one would ever have dared to imagine &#8230;<br />
In the dream, your dream of love you have taken your creatures &#8230;</p>
<p>In all your creature you put your seal &#8230;</p>
<p>Your Breath &#8230;.</p>
<p>Our Soul &#8230;<br />
After a thousand sweet symphony &#8230; that&#8217;s &#8230;<br />
This is the The culmination .</p>
<p>The Everything…</p>
<p>So here is&#8230; the Triumph &#8230;</p>
<p>Here is &#8230; the explosion of your Infinite Love &#8230;<br />
Lost in your inexpressible Holy Fantasy &#8230;</p>
<p>Lost in your inexpressible Holy Imagination &#8230;</p>
<p>Lost in the inexpressible Dream of Love &#8230;</p>
<p>Lost in the inexpressible Need of Love &#8230;</p>
<p>Your love runs for cover your disobey&#8230; .. ungrateful children &#8230;.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Choosing eternity &#8230; always &#8230;</p>
<p>Accompanied by the angelic hosts &#8230;</p>
<p>The whole Santa &#8230;.</p>
<p>Maria &#8230;.</p>
<p>&#8230; And from her..</p>
<p>The Immaculate &#8230;.</p>
<p>The only , Your son&#8230;</p>
<p>JESUS&#8217;&#8230;.</p>
<p>The CHRIST &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>God from God ..</p>
<p>Light from Light &#8230;</p>
<p>True God from true God &#8230;</p>
<p>For the Holy Spirit &#8230;</p>
<p>Generated &#8230;. not created &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Glory to you… Lord &#8230; &#8230;</p>
<p>Glory to you… Jesus &#8230; ..</p>
<p>Glory to the Holy Trinity &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&#8220;My soul magnifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, because has regarded the humility on his lowly servant.From now on all generations will call me blessed &#8230; &#8221;</p>
<p>Blessed you… the Immaculate Mother Mary &#8230; &#8230; &#8230;.</p>
<p>Holy Mary… Mother of God &#8230; ..</p>
<p> Ave Maria &#8230; Mother of the Church &#8230;</p>
<p> Blessed are you &#8230; Mary &#8230; sweet mother of little Jesus &#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p> Lord &#8230;</p>
<p> I&#8217;m here my Lord&#8230; &#8230;</p>
<p> Lord of time &#8230; I&#8217;m here &#8230;</p>
<p> Ecstatic &#8230;. I admire the Mystery of mysteries &#8230;</p>
<p> I feel the eternal &#8230; &#8230; Holy &#8230; Your Voice in my heart &#8230;<br />
I feel the embrace of Thy Holy Love &#8230;</p>
<p> They are wrapped in Thy Holy Tenderness &#8230;</p>
<p> Captured by thy Holy Romanticism &#8230;<br />
Heaven sings Your glory Holy &#8230; eternal &#8230; forever &#8230;.</p>
<p> Time without time &#8230;</p>
<p> Spaceless space &#8230;</p>
<p> God of the Universe &#8230;</p>
<p> From the infinite universe you have chosen a small planet called Earth &#8230; &#8230;.</p>
<p> Now the Earth is the center of the universe &#8230;</p>
<p> Lord Jesus… I went around the world &#8230; ..<br />
Lord Jesus… around the world &#8230; ..as you asked me &#8230;</p>
<p> recently, in the last months &#8230; Belgium &#8230; Argentina &#8230; Uruguay &#8230;</p>
<p> Thousands of people&#8230;</p>
<p> Thousands of hearts turned to your heart &#8230;</p>
<p> As a rain of petals, rose scented&#8230; &#8230; and your graces to all of them…</p>
<p> You wanted to immerse myself in your Holy Light &#8230;</p>
<p> Prayer.. songs &#8230; &#8230;</p>
<p> Blessings &#8230;.from your many Priests present. &#8230; .. conscious&#8230; faithful to their ministry&#8230; faithful to the Truth &#8230;</p>
<p> From the antennas of many radios, my voice has reached millions of homes &#8230;.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p> I spoke &#8230;</p>
<p> Life after life &#8230;.</p>
<p> I spoke ..</p>
<p> I spoke about you &#8230; JESUS &#8216;&#8230;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>For all you .. To all and for everyone &#8230; my sincere hug of gratitude &#8230; &#8230; &#8230;with all my love ..</p>
<p>Thanks friends….you were so many &#8230;</p>
<p>You have greeted me with a &#8220;&#8230;&#8230;. please come back next year &#8230; &#8230;&#8230;&#8221;!</p>
<p>With all my heart &#8230; Thank you &#8230;</p>
<p>Allow me to send the Holy Angels of Heaven &#8230; which I call &#8220;my angels&#8221; &#8230; next to each of you &#8230;.<br />
MERRY CHRISTMAS &#8230;<br />
Your… Mirella &#8230;</p>

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		<title>….MES DE NOVIEMBRE….</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Padre Eterno, te ofrezco la preciosísima Sangre de tu divino Hijo Jesús, junto con las misas que se celebren en todo el mundo hoy, por las santas almas del Purgatorio, por los pecadores en todas partes, por los pecadores en la Iglesia Universal, los de mi propio hogar y dentro de mi familia. Amén”
Mistica&#8230;SANTA GERTRUDIS&#8230;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“Padre Eterno, te ofrezco la preciosísima Sangre de tu divino Hijo Jesús, junto con las misas que se celebren en todo el mundo hoy, por las santas almas del Purgatorio, por los pecadores en todas partes, por los pecadores en la Iglesia Universal, los de mi propio hogar y dentro de mi familia. Amén”</p>
<p>Mistica&#8230;SANTA GERTRUDIS&#8230;</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[AMOR…HARMONIA…PAZ.
Dias difíceis ….tardes de escuta…tardes de oração….
Faz calor….
As pessoas..aqueles que estão aqui para pedir ajuda&#8230;..todos pedindo ajuda…diversas circunstâncias…diversos os motivos…diversas as dores…as dores são dores…quem chora…poucos não choram…me olham…esperam…com esperança…
Não dou consolo…nunca consolei…falo aquilo que o Espírito Santo inspira ao meu coração…à minha mente…
Sou gentil…carinhosa…sempre sincera…
Quando é necessário levanto a voz…não ofendo…com firmeza dou uma [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>AMOR…HARMONIA…PAZ.</p>
<p>Dias difíceis ….tardes de escuta…tardes de oração….</p>
<p>Faz calor….</p>
<p>As pessoas..aqueles que estão aqui para pedir ajuda&#8230;..todos pedindo ajuda…diversas circunstâncias…diversos os motivos…diversas as dores…as dores são dores…quem chora…poucos não choram…me olham…esperam…com esperança…</p>
<p>Não dou consolo…nunca consolei…falo aquilo que o Espírito Santo inspira ao meu coração…à minha mente…<br />
Sou gentil…carinhosa…sempre sincera…<br />
Quando é necessário levanto a voz…não ofendo…com firmeza dou uma bronca …mas mesmo na bronca transparece meu profundo afeto e estima&#8230;meu respeito…</p>
<p>Quem me pede ajuda pede ajuda e eu&#8230;por amor&#8230;ajudo</p>
<p>Misteriosa minha missão…misteriosa minha tarefa…<br />
Misteriosa minha oração…</p>
<p>Por fé…por amor..com fé…com amor…</p>
<p>Misteriosos os caminhos do Senhor…<br />
Deus mesmo “mistério” para a mente racional…humana…<br />
Deus…não mais mistérios para o meu coração…para a minha alma…</p>
<p>E’ sempre assim….mistério para a mente…certeza para o meu coração…</p>
<p>Surpreendo-me…fico encantada…<br />
Não fico maravilhada…é natural…é Deus&#8230;mas sempre me encanto….é Deus…</p>
<p>Tenho a certeza que Ele me escuta…imploro com amor…<br />
Falo…falo com Deus…conto-lhe aquilo que já sabe…não faz mal…sei muito bem…quero falar-lhe do mesmo jeito …</p>
<p>“Escavo” Seu Coração&#8230;não precisa “escavar”…sei muito bem…Seu Coração é todo um “Coração”….mesmo assim eu escavo&#8230;</p>
<p>Procuro sua piedade…procuro sua misericordia…não serve procurar…eu sei…Ele é “Piedade”…Ele é “Misericórdia”…mesmo assim eu procuro…</p>
<p>Eu sei…….eu falo…eu escavo…eu procuro…mesmo assim… </p>
<p>O Espírito Santo…</p>
<p>O Espírito Santo me ilumina a mente… me ajuda a entender a origem do problema&#8230;a raiz da dor…também a dor de uma dor que vem de muito longe …longe no tempo…gerações passadas…</p>
<p>Necessidade de perdoar…necessidade de ser perdoados…</p>
<p>A prepotência&#8230;quantos prepotentes na história…!<br />
A violência&#8230;quantos violentos na história…!<br />
Os “poderosos “ da terra…nos séculos …</p>
<p>Onde foram parar os “poderosos”…?<br />
O quê deixaram os poderosos&#8230;os violentos&#8230;os prepotentes …?<br />
Quem lembra deles …?</p>
<p>Quanta dor provocaram …</p>
<p>Quem rezou por eles …?</p>
<p>Também na família …</p>
<p>Também hoje em muitas…infelizmente muitas famílias…<br />
Pais… mães…filhos…prepotentes…violentos …homens ruins…</p>
<p>Quem lembrará deles …onde irão …</p>
<p>Quanta dor …!!! </p>
<p>O Espírito Santo me ajuda a entender ….<br />
O Espírito Santo me ilumina …eu entendo …!…</p>
<p>Tudo está claro ….tenho a “diagnose”da dor…!!!</p>
<p>E’ a diagnose…!!!…</p>
<p>Naquele momento conheço …sei de onde vem o sofrimento …o sofrimento do espírito …também físico ….</p>
<p>Incrível…!!</p>
<p>Agora preciso de um médico ….!!!<br />
Devo levar a diagnose no médico….devo correr….</p>
<p>Eis ….</p>
<p>Eu levo com emoção …com confiança …com esperança…com alegria … a diagnose aos pés do “Médico”…….e o médico é JESUS……</p>
<p>JESUS È AQUELE QUE CURA ……….</p>
<p>Só Jesus é aquele que cura …</p>
<p>Porém não quero ir sozinha …não posso ir sozinha ….preciso de uma enfermeira …</p>
<p>Conheço uma especial…peço a ajuda de uma enfermeira especial …a maior entre as enfermeiras …<br />
Aquela que tudo compreende …que sabe envolver de amor e ternura ….a mais delicata… a mais doce&#8230;</p>
<p>Ela…<br />
Ela é a “enfermeira”…vem do Céu e vem para a Terra …</p>
<p>A Virgem Santíssima…a Mãe das dores…</p>
<p>Ninguém como Ela sabe …ninguém como Ela entende …ninguém como Ela conhece a dor…ninguém como Ela sabe consolar …ninguém como Ela sabe abraçar …acariciar…<br />
Ninguém como a “MAMÃE” pode ser a enfermeira mais materna …</p>
<p>Ninguém como ela conhece o Médico…</p>
<p>O doce Coração da doce Enfermeira fala ao Santo Coração do Santo Médico …<br />
Sim falam…se falam  entre eles …</p>
<p>Os maravilhos e doces olhos da Santa Enfermeira encontram os santos e misericordiosos olhos do Santo Médico …</p>
<p>Incrível…!!</p>
<p>Mas não quero deixar nada …devo “ajudar” quem sofre!!!<br />
Não posso e não devo deixar nenhuma possibilidade…devo ajudar!…isto foi me pedido!…<br />
Há sofrimento….!!…</p>
<p>Há procura..!!…</p>
<p>Então….<br />
Então eu chamo também os “meus” amigos …..os “meus” ajudantes…os Anjos…!…</p>
<p>Os Anjos maravilhosos ….feitos de Luz …Anjos de Amor …<br />
A serviço de Deus …por amor de Deus e em direção dos homens ….</p>
<p>Incrível …!!</p>
<p>Juntos temos que devolver equilíbrio a quem veio pedir ajuda …</p>
<p>Temos que reequilibrar seus espíritos e também seu corpo …mas sobretudo o espírito ….eles pediram ….</p>
<p>Rezo…rezamos…</p>
<p>Eu …a Santissima Trinidade…a Virgem Mária…os Anjos…</p>
<p>O Céu e a Terra juntos na oração para “ajudar”….quem veio pedir ajuda ….</p>
<p>Eu ajudo …………<br />
E’ um dom maravilhoso que Deus me deu …<br />
Eu ajudo …. </p>
<p>E os resultados ?..</p>
<p>Sempre e só segundo a vontade de Deus….<br />
Mas Deus é sempre tão MISERICORDIOSO…………..</p>
<p>Então via o egoismo…via a avidez…via a prepotência…via a arrogância…via a soberba…via a inveja…via o ciúme…via todo os sentimentos ruins …via tudo o que é negativo …</p>
<p>O mal cria o mal ….o mal cria desequilibrio …no espírito e no corpo …sobretudo no espírito …</p>
<p>Em todos os homens há sentimentos ruins ….combatê-los é um dever …</p>
<p>Combater e melhorar os próprios sentimentos ruins não é somente um dever mas também uma grande vitória …uma grande satisfação …<br />
Precisamos melhorar a cada dia …crescer no amor…compreender a dor dos outros …</p>
<p>Em todos so homens há bons sentimentos …é tão mais simples ser bons …</p>
<p>Vamos jogar fora o egoismo …jogamos fora o desejo ambicioso de pensar de sermos sempre melhores e superiores aos outros …</p>
<p>A culpa é sempre dos outros ….!!!</p>
<p>Porque a culpa é sempre dos outros …???</p>
<p>Onde está a caridade …onde está a piedade …e o perdão onde está …?</p>
<p>Imitamos a Jesus&#8230;imitamos a Maria…<br />
Podemos ser “anjos”….pequenos anjos …<br />
Os santos Anjos e nós…anjos que amamos …que perdoamos…que rezamos… </p>
<p>O amor é harmonia …a paz é harmonia ….<br />
A harmonia é Amor …a harmonia é paz ….</p>
<p>Harmoniosamente unidos Àquele que é Harmonia ….<br />
Harmoniosamente unidos Àquela que é Harmonia ….<br />
A Terra…os homens… harmoniosamente unidos ao Céu…aos Anjos………..</p>
<p>Um sonho?…<br />
Uma ilusão?…</p>
<p>Não é um sonho se todos nos o desejamos …<br />
Não é uma ilusão se todos nos nos empenhamos a melhorar no nosso espírito ….na nossa vida cotidiana ….<br />
Se nos ajudarmos uns aos outros ….</p>
<p>Amigos queridos ….</p>
<p>E’ tão importante ser cristãos …</p>
<p>Mas somos realmente “cristãos”…?<br />
Queremos ser realmente CRISTÃOS …?<br />
Queremos…nos unir… todos nós Cristãos … debaixo de uma única bandeira ….?</p>
<p>….”A BANDEIRA DO AMOR”……</p>
<p>Queremos fazê-lo realmente …?<br />
Queremos no empenhar sinceramente …?<br />
Queremos no ajudar a melhorar o nosso espírito e a melhorar o mundo …? </p>
<p>Então no nome Santo de Jesus Misericordioso juntamo-nos e unimo-nos no sentimento comum de ser<br />
IRMÃOS EM CRISTO …..</p>
<p>Espero vossas respostas …..!!!!!!</p>
<p>A vossa amiga Mirella</p>
<p>(OBRIGADO MARTA) </p>
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		<description><![CDATA[		AMORE&#8230;ARMONIA&#8230;PACE&#8230;.
Giorni difficili&#8230;.pomeriggi di ascolto&#8230;pomeriggi di preghiera&#8230;.
E&#8217; caldo&#8230;.
Le persone..coloro che sono qui per un aiuto&#8230;tutti per un aiuto&#8230;diverse le circostanze&#8230;diversi i motivi&#8230;diversi i dolori&#8230;i dolori sono dolori&#8230;chi piange&#8230;pochissimi non piangono&#8230;mi guardano&#8230;aspettano&#8230;sperano&#8230;
Non consolo&#8230;no ho mai consolato&#8230;dico ciò che lo Spirito Santo ispira al mio cuore&#8230;alla mia mente&#8230;
Sono gentile&#8230;affettuosa&#8230;sempre sincera&#8230;
Quando è necessario alzo la voce&#8230;non offendo&#8230;con fermezza rimprovero&#8230;ma [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>		AMORE&#8230;ARMONIA&#8230;PACE&#8230;.</p>
<p>Giorni difficili&#8230;.pomeriggi di ascolto&#8230;pomeriggi di preghiera&#8230;.</p>
<p>E&#8217; caldo&#8230;.</p>
<p>Le persone..coloro che sono qui per un aiuto&#8230;tutti per un aiuto&#8230;diverse le circostanze&#8230;diversi i motivi&#8230;diversi i dolori&#8230;i dolori sono dolori&#8230;chi piange&#8230;pochissimi non piangono&#8230;mi guardano&#8230;aspettano&#8230;sperano&#8230;</p>
<p>Non consolo&#8230;no ho mai consolato&#8230;dico ciò che lo Spirito Santo ispira al mio cuore&#8230;alla mia mente&#8230;<br />
Sono gentile&#8230;affettuosa&#8230;sempre sincera&#8230;<br />
Quando è necessario alzo la voce&#8230;non offendo&#8230;con fermezza rimprovero&#8230;ma anche dal rimprovero traspare il mio profondo affetto e la mia profonda stima&#8230;il mio rispetto&#8230;</p>
<p>Chi mi chiede aiuto chiede aiuto e io&#8230;per amore&#8230;aiuto&#8230;</p>
<p>Misteriosa la mia missione&#8230;misterioso il mio compito&#8230;<br />
Misteriosa la mia preghiera&#8230;</p>
<p>Per fede&#8230;per amore..con fede&#8230;con amore&#8230;</p>
<p>Misteriose le vie del Signore&#8230;<br />
Dio stesso “mistero” alla mente razionale&#8230;umana&#8230;<br />
Dio&#8230;non più mistero al mio cuore&#8230;nella mia anima&#8230;</p>
<p>E&#8217; sempre così&#8230;.mistero per la mente&#8230;certezza per il mio cuore&#8230;</p>
<p>Mi stupisco&#8230;mi meraviglio&#8230;<br />
Non mi stupisco&#8230;è naturale&#8230;è Dio&#8230;ma sempre mi meraviglio&#8230;.è Dio&#8230;</p>
<p>Ho la certezza di essere ascoltata&#8230;imploro con amore&#8230;<br />
Parlo&#8230;parlo con Dio&#8230;gli racconto quello che Lui già sa&#8230;non importa&#8230;lo so benissimo&#8230;io gli parlo comunque&#8230;</p>
<p>Scavo nel suo Cuore&#8230;non serve “scavare”&#8230;lo so benissimo&#8230;il suo Cuore è tutto “Cuore”&#8230;.io scavo comunque&#8230;</p>
<p>Cerco la sua pietà&#8230;cerco la sua misericordia&#8230;non serve cercare&#8230;lo so&#8230;Lui è tutta la “Pietà”&#8230;Lui è tutta la “Misericordia”&#8230;io cerco comunque&#8230;</p>
<p>Lo so&#8230;&#8230;.io parlo&#8230;io scavo&#8230;io cerco&#8230;comunque&#8230; </p>
<p>Lo Spirito Santo&#8230;</p>
<p>Lo Spirito Santo mi illumina la mente&#8230; mi aiuta a capire l&#8217;origine del problema&#8230;la radice del dolore&#8230;anche il dolore di un dolore che viene da molto lontano&#8230;lontano nel tempo&#8230;indietro nel tempo&#8230;generazioni passate&#8230;</p>
<p>Bisogno di perdonare&#8230;bisogno di essere perdonati&#8230;</p>
<p>La prepotenza&#8230;quanti prepotenti nella storia&#8230;!<br />
La violenza&#8230;quanti violenti nella storia&#8230;!<br />
I “potenti “ della terra&#8230;nei secoli&#8230;</p>
<p>Dove sono finiti i “potenti”&#8230;?<br />
Cosa hanno lasciato i potenti&#8230;i violenti&#8230;i prepotenti&#8230;?<br />
Chi li ricorda&#8230;?</p>
<p>Quanto dolore hanno provocato&#8230;</p>
<p>Chi ha pregato per loro&#8230;?</p>
<p>Anche in famiglia&#8230;</p>
<p>Anche oggi in tante&#8230;purtroppo&#8230;famiglie&#8230;<br />
Padri&#8230; madri&#8230;figli&#8230;prepotenti&#8230;violenti&#8230;cattivi&#8230;</p>
<p>Chi li ricorderà&#8230;dove andranno&#8230;</p>
<p>Quanto dolore&#8230;!!!  </p>
<p>Lo Spirito Santo mi aiuta a capire&#8230;.<br />
Lo Spirito Santo mi illumina&#8230;io capisco&#8230;!&#8230;</p>
<p>Tutto è chiaro&#8230;.ho la “diagnosi”del dolore&#8230;!!!</p>
<p>E&#8217; la diagnosi&#8230;!!!&#8230;</p>
<p>In quel momento conosco&#8230;so da dove viene la sofferenza&#8230;la sofferenza dello spirito&#8230;anche fisica&#8230;.</p>
<p>Incredibile&#8230;!!</p>
<p>Ora mi serve un medico&#8230;.!!!<br />
Devo portare la diagnosi dal medico&#8230;.devo correre&#8230;.</p>
<p>Ecco &#8230;.</p>
<p>Io porto con emozione&#8230;con fiducia&#8230;con speranza&#8230;con gioia&#8230; la diagnosi ai piedi del “Medico”&#8230;&#8230;.e il medico è GESU&#8217;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>GESU&#8217; E&#8217; COLUI CHE GUARISCE&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
<p>Solo Gesù è colui che guarisce&#8230;</p>
<p>Però non voglio andare da sola&#8230;non posso andare da sola&#8230;.ho bisogno di una infermiera&#8230;</p>
<p>Ne conosco una speciale&#8230;mi faccio aiutare da una infermiera speciale&#8230;la più grande delle infermiere&#8230;<br />
Colei che tutto comprende&#8230;che sa circondare di amore e tenerezza&#8230;la più delicata&#8230;la più dolce&#8230;</p>
<p>Lei&#8230;<br />
Lei è l&#8217; ”Infermiera”&#8230;viene dal Cielo e viene sulla Terra&#8230;</p>
<p>La Vergine Santissima&#8230;la Madre dei dolori&#8230;</p>
<p>Nessuna come  Lei sa&#8230;nessuna come Lei capisce&#8230;nessuna come Lei conosce il dolore&#8230;nessuna come Lei sa consolare&#8230;nessuna come Lei sa abbracciare&#8230;accarezzare&#8230;<br />
Nessuna come “la MAMMA” può essere l&#8217;infermiera più materna&#8230;</p>
<p>Nessuna come Lei conosce il Medico&#8230;</p>
<p>Il dolce Cuore della dolce Infermiera parla al Cuore Santo del  Medico Santo&#8230;<br />
Si parlano&#8230;parlano a tu per tu&#8230;<br />
I meravigliosi e dolci occhi della Santa Infermiera incontrano i santi e misericordiosi occhi del Santo Medico&#8230; </p>
<p>Incredibile&#8230;!!</p>
<p>Ma no voglio trascurare nulla&#8230;devo “aiutare” chi soffre !!!<br />
Non posso e non devo trascurare nessuna possibilità&#8230;devo aiutare !&#8230;.mi è stato chiesto!&#8230;<br />
C&#8217;è sofferenza&#8230;.!!&#8230;<br />
C&#8217;è ricerca..!!&#8230;</p>
<p>Allora&#8230;.<br />
Allora chiamo anche i “miei” amici&#8230;..i “miei” aiutanti&#8230;gli Angeli&#8230;!&#8230;</p>
<p>Gli Angeli meravigliosi&#8230;.fatti di Luce&#8230;Angeli d&#8217;amore&#8230;<br />
Al servizio di Dio&#8230;per amore di Dio e verso gli uomini&#8230;.</p>
<p>Incredibile&#8230;!!</p>
<p>Insieme dobbiamo ridare equilibrio a chi è venuto per chiedere aiuto&#8230;</p>
<p>Dobbiamo riequilibrare il loro spirito e anche il loro corpo&#8230;ma sopratutto lo spirito&#8230;.lo hanno chiesto&#8230;.</p>
<p>Prego&#8230;preghiamo&#8230;</p>
<p>Io&#8230;la Santissima Trinità&#8230;la Vergine Madre&#8230;gli Angeli&#8230;</p>
<p>Il Cielo e la Terra uniti in preghiera per “aiutare”&#8230;.chi è venuto a chiedere aiuto&#8230;.</p>
<p>Io aiuto&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br />
E&#8217; un meraviglioso dono che il Signore mi ha dato&#8230;<br />
Io aiuto&#8230;. </p>
<p>E il risultato&#8230;?..</p>
<p>Sempre e solo secondo la volontà di Dio&#8230;.<br />
Ma Dio è sempre così MISERICORDIOSO&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
<p>Allora via l&#8217;egoismo&#8230;via l&#8217;avidità&#8230;via la prepotenza&#8230;via l&#8217;arroganza&#8230;via la superbia&#8230;via l&#8217;invidia&#8230;via la gelosia&#8230;via a tutti i sentimenti cattivi&#8230;via a tutto ciò che è negativo&#8230;</p>
<p>Il male crea il male&#8230;.il male crea squilibrio&#8230;nello spirito e nel corpo&#8230;sopratutto nello spirito&#8230;</p>
<p>In tutti gli uomini ci sono sentimenti non buoni&#8230;.combatterli&#8230;è un dovere&#8230;</p>
<p>Combattere e migliorare i propri sentimenti non buoni non solo è un dovere ma anche una grande vittoria&#8230;una grande soddisfazione&#8230;<br />
Bisogna migliorare giorno dopo giorno&#8230;crescere nell&#8217;amore&#8230;comprendere il dolore degli altri&#8230;</p>
<p>In tutti gli uomini ci sono sentimenti buoni&#8230;è così tanto più semplice essere buoni&#8230;</p>
<p>Buttiamo via l&#8217;egoismo&#8230;buttiamo via la smodata ambizione nel crederci sempre migliori e superiori  agli altri&#8230;</p>
<p>La colpa è sempre degli altri&#8230;.!!!</p>
<p>Perché la colpa è sempre degli altri&#8230;???</p>
<p>Dov&#8217;è la carità&#8230;dov&#8217;è la pietà&#8230;e il perdono dov&#8217;è&#8230;?</p>
<p>Imitiamo Gesù&#8230;imitiamo Maria&#8230;<br />
Possiamo essere “angeli”&#8230;.piccoli angeli&#8230;<br />
Gli Angeli Santi e noi&#8230;angeli che amiamo&#8230;che perdoniamo&#8230;che preghiamo&#8230; </p>
<p>L&#8217;amore è armonia&#8230;la pace è armonia&#8230;.<br />
L&#8217;armonia è amore&#8230;l&#8217;armonia è pace&#8230;.</p>
<p>Armoniosamente uniti a Colui che è Armonia&#8230;.<br />
Armoniosamente uniti a Colei che è Armonia&#8230;.<br />
La Terra&#8230;gli uomini&#8230; armoniosamente uniti al Cielo&#8230;agli Angeli&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
<p>Un sogno?&#8230;<br />
Una chimera?&#8230;</p>
<p>Non è un sogno se tutti lo desideriamo&#8230;<br />
Non è una chimera se tutti ci impegniamo a migliorare nel nostro spirito&#8230;.nella nostra vita quotidiana&#8230;.<br />
Se ci aiutiamo l&#8217;un l&#8217;altro&#8230;.</p>
<p>Amici carissimi&#8230;.</p>
<p>E&#8217; così importante essere cristiani&#8230;</p>
<p>Ma siamo veramente “cristiani”&#8230;?<br />
Vogliamo essere veramente CRISTIANI&#8230;?<br />
Vogliamo&#8230; unirci&#8230; tutti noi Cristiani&#8230; sotto una unica bandiera&#8230;.?</p>
<p>&#8230;.”LA BANDIERA DELLAMORE”&#8230;&#8230;</p>
<p>Vogliamo farlo veramente&#8230;?<br />
Vogliamo impegnarci sinceramente …?<br />
Vogliamo aiutarci a migliorare il nostro spirito e a migliorare il mondo&#8230;? </p>
<p>Allora nel Santo nome di Gesù Misericordioso fondiamoci e uniamoci in sentici ed essere<br />
FRATELLI IN CRISTO&#8230;..</p>
<p>Aspetto le vostre risposte&#8230;..!!!!!!</p>
<p>La vostra amica Mirella   </p>
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		<title>AMOR…ARMONÍA…PAZ</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[AMOR…ARMONÍA…PAZ….
Días difíciles…largas tardes de escucha…tardes de oración…
Hace calor…
Las personas…aquellos que llegan hasta aquí buscando ayuda…todos buscando ayuda…diversas circunstancias…&#8230;diversos motivos………diversos dolores……los dolores son dolores…………lloran………….poquísimos no lloran…….…, me miran…aguardan…esperan….
Yo no consuelo…, jamás he consolado……digo lo que el Espíritu Santo inspira a mi corazón…a mi mente….
Siempre trato con afecto…gentilmente….y con sinceridad…
Cuando es necesario levanto la voz…no ofendo…con firmeza [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>AMOR…ARMONÍA…PAZ….</p>
<p>Días difíciles…largas tardes de escucha…tardes de oración…</p>
<p>Hace calor…</p>
<p>Las personas…aquellos que llegan hasta aquí buscando ayuda…todos buscando ayuda…diversas circunstancias…&#8230;diversos motivos………diversos dolores……los dolores son dolores…………lloran………….poquísimos no lloran…….…, me miran…aguardan…esperan….</p>
<p>Yo no consuelo…, jamás he consolado……digo lo que el Espíritu Santo inspira a mi corazón…a mi mente….</p>
<p>Siempre trato con afecto…gentilmente….y con sinceridad…</p>
<p>Cuando es necesario levanto la voz…no ofendo…con firmeza repruebo…pero también en la reprobación brota mi profundo afecto y mi profunda estima…y mi respeto….</p>
<p>Quien me pide ayuda…pide ayuda, y yo…por amor…ayudo…</p>
<p>Misteriosa mi misión…misterioso mi trabajo….</p>
<p>Misteriosa mi oración…</p>
<p>Por fe…por amor…con fe…con amor…</p>
<p>Misteriosos los caminos del Señor…</p>
<p>Dios mismo es “misterio” para la mente racional humana…</p>
<p>Dios…no es ya misterio en mi corazón…en mi alma…</p>
<p>Es siempre así…misterio para la mente…certeza para el corazón…</p>
<p>Me sorprendo…me maravillo…</p>
<p>Más bien, no me sorprendo…es natural…es DIOS…pero siempre me maravillo…es DIOS.</p>
<p>Tengo la certeza de ser escuchada…imploro con amor…</p>
<p>Hablo…hablo con Dios…le cuento lo que ÉL ya sabe…no importa…lo sé muy bien…igualmente yo le hablo…</p>
<p>Escarbo y ahondo en su corazón… no sirve…lo sé muy bien…su Corazón es todo “Corazón”…pero igualmente yo escarbo y ahondo..</p>
<p>Busco su piedad….busco su misericordia…no sirve buscar…lo sé…EL es todo “Piedad”…Él es todo “Misericordia”…pero igualmente las busco…</p>
<p>Lo sé…yo hablo…yo excavo…yo busco…igualmente…</p>
<p>El Espíritu Santo…</p>
<p>El Espíritu Santo ilumina mi mente….me ayuda a comprender el origen del problema…la raíz del dolor…también el dolor de un dolor que viene de muy lejos…muy lejos en el tiempo…hacia atrás en el tiempo…en generaciones pasadas…</p>
<p>Es necesario perdonar…es necesario ser perdonados…</p>
<p>La prepotencia… ¡Cuánta prepotencia en la historia!&#8230;</p>
<p>La violencia… ¡Cuánta violencia en la historia…!</p>
<p>Los “poderosos” de la tierra…a lo largo de los siglos….</p>
<p>¿Dónde han acabado los poderosos?&#8230;</p>
<p>¿Qué han dejado los poderosos…los violentos…los prepotentes…?</p>
<p>¿Quién los recuerda…?</p>
<p>¡Cuánto dolor han provocado…!</p>
<p>¿Quién ha orado por ellos…?</p>
<p>Aún en la familia…</p>
<p>Aún hoy, en muchas…en demasiadas familias…</p>
<p>Padres…madres…hijos….prepotentes…violentos…malos..</p>
<p>¿Quién los recordará?&#8230;. ¿Dónde irán?</p>
<p>¡Cuánto dolor!&#8230;</p>
<p>El Espíritu Santo me ayuda a comprender…</p>
<p>El Espíritu Santo me ilumina…y yo comprendo…!</p>
<p>Todo es claro…tengo el “diagnóstico” del dolor…!!!</p>
<p>Es el diagnóstico…!!!</p>
<p>En aquel momento conozco&#8230;se de dónde proviene el sufrimiento…el sufrimiento espiritual…y también físico….</p>
<p>¡Increíble!</p>
<p>Ahora necesito un médico…!!!</p>
<p>Debo llevar el diagnóstico al médico…debo correr….</p>
<p>Así es….</p>
<p>Y yo llevo con emoción…con confianza…con esperanza…con felicidad…el diagnóstico a los pies del “MÉDICO”… y el médico es JESÚS…</p>
<p>JESÚS ES QUIEN CURA….</p>
<p>Sólo JESÚS es quien cura…</p>
<p>Pero no quiero ir sola…no puedo ir sola…necesito una enfermera…</p>
<p>Y conozco a una especial…me hago ayudar de una enfermera especial…la mayor de las enfermeras…</p>
<p>Aquella que todo lo comprende…que sabe rodear de amor y de ternura…la más delicada…la más dulce…</p>
<p>Ella es la “ENFERMERA”….viene desde el Cielo a la Tierra..</p>
<p>La Virgen Santísima…la Madre de los Dolores…</p>
<p>Ninguna como Ella sabe…ninguna como Ella comprende…ninguna como Ella conoce el dolor…</p>
<p>Ninguna como Ella sabe consolar….ninguna como Ella sabe abrazar…acariciar…</p>
<p>Ninguna como la MAMMA puede ser la enfermera más maternal…</p>
<p>Ninguna como ella conoce al Médico…</p>
<p>El dulce Corazón de la dulce Enfermera habla al Corazón Sacratísimo del Médico Santo.</p>
<p>Se hablan…se hablan cara a cara…</p>
<p>Los maravillosos y dulces ojos de la Santa Enfermera se encuentran con los santos y misericordiosos ojos del Santo Médico…</p>
<p>¡Increíble..!!!</p>
<p>Pero no quiero ser negligente en nada…debo “ayudar” a quien sufre…!!!</p>
<p>No puedo ni debo descartar ninguna posibilidad…debo ayudar…!!!&#8230;me ha sido pedido…!!</p>
<p>Hay sufrimiento…!!!</p>
<p>Hay búsqueda…!!!</p>
<p>Entonces….</p>
<p>Entonces llamo a “mis” amigos…a mis auxiliadores…los Santos Ángeles…!</p>
<p>Los Ángeles maravillosos…hechos de Luz…Ángeles de amor…</p>
<p>Al servicio de Dios…por amor a Dios y confiados a los hombres…</p>
<p>¡Increíble!</p>
<p>Juntos debemos devolver el equilibrio a quien ha venido a pedir ayuda…</p>
<p>Yo ayudo….</p>
<p>Es un maravilloso don que el Señor me ha dado…</p>
<p>Yo ayudo…</p>
<p>¿Y el resultado?</p>
<p>Siempre y según la voluntad de Dios….</p>
<p>Pero Dios es siempre tan MISERICORDIOSO…!!!</p>
<p>Entonces….fuera el egoísmo….fuera la avaricia…fuera la prepotencia…fuera la arrogancia…fuera la soberbia…fuera la envidia…fuera los celos….fuera a todos los malos sentimientos…fuera a todo lo que es negativo…..</p>
<p>El mal crea el mal…el mal crea desequilibrio…en el espíritu y en cuerpo….pero sobretodo en el espíritu….</p>
<p>En todos los hombres hay sentimientos que no son buenos…hay que combatirlos…es un deber…..</p>
<p>Combatir es cambiar los propios sentimientos que no son buenos….y no sólo es un deber….sino una gran victoria…una gran satisfacción….</p>
<p>Es necesario mejorar día tras día…crecer en el amor…comprender el dolor de los demás…</p>
<p>En todos los hombres hay sentimientos buenos….es mucho más simple ser buenos…</p>
<p>Echemos fuera el egoísmo…echemos fuera la desenfrenada ambición de creerse siempre mejores y superiores a los demás…</p>
<p>¡La culpa es siempre de los demás…!</p>
<p>¿Por qué la culpa es siempre de los demás…?</p>
<p>¿Dónde está la caridad…?</p>
<p>¿Dónde está la piedad…?</p>
<p>Y el perdón… ¿Dónde está?&#8230;</p>
<p>Imitemos a Jesús…imitemos a María…</p>
<p>Podemos ser “ángeles”…pequeños ángeles…</p>
<p>Los Santos Ángeles y nosotros…ángeles que amamos…que perdonamos…que oramos….</p>
<p>El amor es armonía…la paz es armonía….</p>
<p>La armonía es amor…la armonía es paz…</p>
<p>Armoniosamente unidos a Aquel que es Armonía…</p>
<p>Armoniosamente unidos a Aquella que es Armonía&#8230;</p>
<p>La tierra…los hombres….armoniosamente unidos al Cielos…a los Ángeles….</p>
<p>¿Un sueño?</p>
<p>¿Una quimera?</p>
<p>No es un sueño si todos lo deseamos….</p>
<p>No es una quimera si todos nos empeñamos en mejorar nuestra vida espiritual…nuestra vida cotidiana…</p>
<p>Si nos ayudamos unos a otros…</p>
<p>Amigos queridos…</p>
<p>Es muy importante y serio ser cristianos…</p>
<p>Pero… ¿somos verdaderamente “cristianos”?</p>
<p>¿Queremos ser verdaderamente CRISTIANOS?</p>
<p>¿Queremos unirnos….todos nosotros, Cristianos…bajo una única bandera?</p>
<p>…”LA BANDERA DEL AMOR”…</p>
<p>¿Queremos verdaderamente hacerlo?&#8230;</p>
<p>¿Queremos empeñarnos sinceramente…?</p>
<p>¿Queremos ayudarnos a mejorar nuestro espíritu y la vida en la tierra?</p>
<p>Entonces…en el Santo Nombre de Jesús Misericordioso unámonos y fundámonos en ser y sentirnos HERMANOS EN CRISTO….</p>
<p>Espero vuestras respuestas…!!!</p>
<p>Vuestra amiga, Mirella</p>
<p>(GRACIAS GUSTAVO)</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 22:08:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[L’AMOUR…L’HARMONIE…LA PAIX
Des jours difficiles…de longues après-midi à l’écoute.….des après-midi et des soirs de prière… 
Il fait chaud… 
Les gens…ceux qui viennent jusqu’ici chercher de l’aide…tous cherchent de l’aide……différentes circonstances……différentes raisons……diverses douleurs…mais toujours des souffrances……..les douleurs……ce sont toujours des douleurs… 
Je ne console pas…….moi, je n’ai jamais consolé….je dis toujours que c’est le Saint-Esprit qui inspire [...]]]></description>
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<p>Des jours difficiles…de longues après-midi à l’écoute.….des après-midi et des soirs de prière… </p>
<p>Il fait chaud… </p>
<p>Les gens…ceux qui viennent jusqu’ici chercher de l’aide…tous cherchent de l’aide……différentes circonstances……différentes raisons……diverses douleurs…mais toujours des souffrances……..les douleurs……ce sont toujours des douleurs… </p>
<p>Je ne console pas…….moi, je n’ai jamais consolé….je dis toujours que c’est le Saint-Esprit qui inspire à mon coeur…à mon esprit…. </p>
<p>Je traite les personnes affectuesement, amicalement…toujours honnêtement </p>
<p>Quand il faut, j’éleve la voix…sans jamais ofenser… en désapprouvant  fermement s’il le faut……..et la désapprovation est toujours accompagnée de ma profonde affection et respect… </p>
<p>Pour qui vient checher de l’aide…demande de l’aide…et moi, par amour, je l’aide… </p>
<p>Ma mission est mystérieuse…mon travail est mystérieux&#8230;. </p>
<p>Ma prière est mystérieuse… </p>
<p>Par la foi…par amour…avec la foi…avec l’amour… </p>
<p>Les chemins du Seigneur sont mystérieux&#8230;. </p>
<p>Dieu lui-même est “mystère” à l’esprit humain rationnel… </p>
<p>Mais Dieu, n’est plus “mystère” dans mon coeur…dans mon âme&#8230;. </p>
<p> IL est toujours ainsi…mystère por l’esprit…certitude pour le coeur… </p>
<p>Je m’étonne….je m’emerveille… </p>
<p>Plutôt, je ne m’étonne pas….c’est normal, c’est DIEU….mais je m’emerveille toujours…c’est DIEU… </p>
<p>J’ai la certitude d’être ecoutée…je prie par amour et avec amour… </p>
<p>Je parle…je parle avec Dieu…je lui dis ce qu’IL déjà connaît….peu importe…je le sais très bien…mais tout de même, je lui parle… </p>
<p>Je me plonge et je creuse dans son Coeur…cela ne sert à rien…je le sais très bien…son Coeur est TOUT COEUR…mais tout de même je me plonge et je creuse… </p>
<p>Je cherche sa Piété….Je cherche sa Misericorde….la recherche est inutile…je le sais très bien………IL est tout PIÉTÉ……IL est tout MISERICORDE…….…tout de même, je les cherche…. </p>
<p>Je le sais….mais  tout de même…je me plonge….je creuse…je cherche…tout simplement…. </p>
<p>Le Saint-Esprit… </p>
<p>Le Saint-Esprit éclaire mon esprit…Lui, il m’aide à comprendre où est la racine du problème…de la douler….aussi si la douleur est une douleur qui vient de loin……loin dans le temps…qui vient des générations passées… </p>
<p>Il est nécessaire de pardoner…il est nécessaire d’être pardonné… </p>
<p>L’arrogance….Combien d’arrogance dans l’histoire…!!! </p>
<p>La violence….beaucoup de violence dans l’histoire…!!!</p>
<p>Les “puissants” de la terre….au fil des siècles…. </p>
<p>Où ont-ils  terminé les puissants de la terre?&#8230;. </p>
<p>Qu’est-ce qu’ils ont laissé…les puissants, les violents, les arrogants?&#8230; </p>
<p>Qui se souvient d’eux?&#8230; </p>
<p>Tant de douleur ont-ils causé!&#8230; </p>
<p>Qui a prié pour eux?&#8230; </p>
<p>Mème dans la famille… </p>
<p>Même aujourd’hui, dans de trop  nombreuses familles… </p>
<p>Pères…mères…fils….violents…arrogants…mauvais… </p>
<p>Qui se souviendrá d’eux?&#8230;Où iront-ils? </p>
<p>Tant de douleur! </p>
<p>Le Saint-Esprit m’aide à comprendre… </p>
<p>Le Saint-Esprit m’éclaire…et moi, je comprends… </p>
<p>Tout est clair…j’ai le “diagnostic” de la douleur…! </p>
<p>C’est le diagnostic…! </p>
<p>À ce moment…je sais d’où il vient la souffrance…la souffrance spirituelle ….et aussi physique… </p>
<p>Incroyable…! </p>
<p>Maintenant j’ai besoin d’un médecin…! </p>
<p>Alors je dois apporter le “diagnostic” chez le médecin….je dois courir… </p>
<p>C’est tellement comme ça…! </p>
<p>Et j’apporte avec émotion….avec confiance….avec l’espoir…et la joie, le diagnostic aux pieds du “MÉDECIN”…et le médecin est JESUS&#8230;.. </p>
<p>C’est JESUS qui guérit… </p>
<p>C’est seulement JESUS qui guérit… </p>
<p>Mais je ne veux pas y aller seule…je ne peux pas y aller seule…j’ai besoin d’une infirmière… </p>
<p>Et je connais une….une infirmière très spéciale m’aide toujours…la plus grande des infirmières… </p>
<p>Celle quí tout comprend…Celle qui sait tout environner d’amour et de tendresse…la plus délicate…la plus douce…</p>
<p>Elle… </p>
<p>Elle est “L’infirmière”…elle vient du Ciel à la Terre… </p>
<p>La Très Sainte Vierge…La Mère des Douleurs… </p>
<p>Aucune comme Elle sait…aucune comme Elle comprend….aucune comme Elle connaît la douleur..</p>
<p>Aucune comme Elle sait consoler….aucune comme Elle sait comment embrasser et caresser…</p>
<p>Aucune comme la “MAMAN” peut-être l’infirmière la plus maternelle.. </p>
<p>Aucune como Elle connaît le MÉDECIN… </p>
<p>Le doux Coeur de la douce Infirmière parle au TRÈS SACRÉ COEUR du SAINT MÉDECIN…. </p>
<p>Ils parlent entre eux…et ils parlent visage à visage…. </p>
<p>Les doux et merveilleux yeux de la Sainte Infirmière se rencontrent avec les Saints et Misericordieux deux du SAINT MÉDECIN… </p>
<p>Incroyable!! </p>
<p>Mais je ne veux rien négliger…je dois “aider” à ceux qui souffrent…!!! </p>
<p>Je ne peux  exclure aucune possibilité…Je dois aider…! …On me l’a demandé…! </p>
<p>Il y a la souffrance…!! </p>
<p>Il y a la recherce…!! </p>
<p>Alors…. </p>
<p>Alors j’appelle “mes” amis….mes alliés….les saints anges…!!! </p>
<p>Les merveilleux Anges….faits de Lumière…les anges d’amour…!! </p>
<p>Pour servir à Dieu…par amour de Dieu et confiés aux hommes…. </p>
<p>Incroyable…!! </p>
<p>Ensemble, nous devons rétablir l’équilibre de qui est venu demander de l’aide… </p>
<p>Et j’aide.. </p>
<p>C’est un don merveilleux que le Seigneur m’a donné… </p>
<p>Et j’aide… </p>
<p>Et le resultat…? </p>
<p>Tant que la volonté de Dieu… </p>
<p>Mais Dieu est toujours SI MISERICORDIEUX!!! </p>
<p>Alors…pas d’égoïsme….pas d’ avarice….pas d’arrogance…pas d’orgueil!!</p>
<p>Pas de jalousie…pas d’envie…hors de nous, tous les sentiments mauvais…tout ce qui est négatif…hors de nous tous!!! </p>
<p>Le mal engendre le mal……le mal engendre un déséquilibre dans le corps et l’esprit…mais surtout et d’abord dans l’esprit…. </p>
<p>Dans tous les hommes il y a des sentiments qui ne sont pas bons…il faut les battre…c’est un devoir… </p>
<p>Le combat est changer les sentiments qui ne sont pas bons…et ce n’est pas seulement un devoir….il est aussi une grande victoire….une victoire qui nous rend heureux.. </p>
<p>Il faut améliorer jour après jour….grandir dans l’amour…comprendre la douleur des autres… </p>
<p>Dans tous les hommes il y a de bons sentiments…Il est plus simple d’être bons… </p>
<p>Alors, hors de nous l’egoïsme….hors de nous l’ambition de croire être mieux et supérieurs aux autres…! </p>
<p>Pourquoi c’est toujours la faute des autres…? </p>
<p>Où est la charité…? </p>
<p>Où est la piété..?      </p>
<p>Et la miséricorde…Où est-elle? </p>
<p>Imitons Jesús…imitons Marie… </p>
<p>Nous pouvons être comme les Anges….nous pouvons être de petits anges…</p>
<p>Les Saints Anges et nous………..”de petits anges” qui aiment….qui pardonnent…qui prient… </p>
<p>L’amour est l’harmonie…la paix est l’harmonie… </p>
<p>HArmonieusement unis à CELUI qui est l’harmonie&#8230;. </p>
<p>Harmonieusement unis à CELLE qui est l’harmonie… </p>
<p>La terre des hommes…..harmonieusement unie au Ciel…aux Anges… </p>
<p>C’est un rêve?&#8230; </p>
<p>C’est une chimère?&#8230; </p>
<p>Ce n’est pas un rêve si nous le souhaitons tous… </p>
<p>Ce n’est pas une chimère si nous nous efforçons tous d’améliorer notre vie spirituelle…notre vie quotidienne… </p>
<p>Si nous nous aidons les uns les autres…</p>
<p>Chers amis… </p>
<p>Il est très important et sérieux être chrétiens…. </p>
<p>Mais…sommes-nous vraiment chrétiens…? </p>
<p>Voulons-nous être vraiment chrétiens…?</p>
<p>Voulons-nous rejoindre…….chacun de nous, chrétiens….sous une seule bannière?&#8230;. </p>
<p>….”LA BANNIÈRE DE L’AMOUR”… </p>
<p>Voulons-nous vraiment le faire…? </p>
<p>Voulons-nous d’oeuvrer sincèrement…? </p>
<p>Voulons-nous, nous aider à améliorer notre esprit et la vie sur la terre? </p>
<p>Alors….dans le Saint Nom de Jésus Miséricordieux unissons-nous et  fondons-nous pour être et pour nous sentir des Frères en Christ… </p>
<p>J’attends vos réponses…. </p>
<p>Votre amie, Mirella.</p>
<p>(MERCI GUSTAVO)</p>
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