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FROM HEAVEN TO EARTH
SOLAR EXPRESSIONS OF CHRISTIC LOVE!
IF ONLY YOU COULD CONCEIVE THE INFINITE LOVE THAT THE MOST HOLY MOTHER FEELS FOR ALL OF YOU, INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH, YOUR REPENTANCE WOULD BE IMMEDIATE AND YOUR SPIRITUAL SALVATION WOULD BE CERTAIN!
SONIA ALEA HAS WRITTEN DOWN. HE WHO EARS LET HIM HEAR,.
READ, MEDITATE AND DEDUCE!
PEACE!
FROM HEAVEN TO EARTH
Sant 'Elpidio a Mare (Italy)
December 9th, 2011. 3:09 p.m.
Giorgio Bongiovanni
Stigmatist
ON THE DAY OF THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION
Immersed in the deepest sense of loneliness, suddenly I heard a voice that spoke to me...
A warm and gentle voice whispered to my spirit: "Look...!".
The ethereal silhouette of white veils moved gently Her tapering hand... Before me two dark and deep eyes looked intensely at me... They were the eyes of a child who stretched his little hand towards me... I gently offered him my hand. He kindly held to it bringing me to a place he wanted to show me: hell. The hell of millions of children under the most atrocious shudders for the diseases caused by hunger, thirst, deadly poisons which they came in contact with. I heard their desperate crying and I saw their tiny hands struggling to be freed from that beast-man raping them, I saw criminals, murderers killing them to obtain reasonable profits from their organs, sold to the highest bidder. I saw them wandering the streets of our cities obfuscated by hunger and cold, dazed by drugs found by chance, I saw them succumbing to the depraved orgasms of monsters dressed as men and I saw them sold as slaves to enrich their owners by their hard work... Unable to witness such horror I fell to my knees before the boy, who still looked at me with his deep eyes, the stomach seemed to want to come out of the mouth, as a vortex, everything went around me until I fainted.
The baby's little hand gently touched my forehead bringing me back to life. The Lady with the white veils was still there, tears of blood streamed down Her Motherly face... Afflicted, she tenderly whispered to me: "May the lament be always far from your mouth. Be their voice, their strength, their hope, be not their hope but certainty, certainty for their future. Waiting for the Savior, My Son, return to make all things new. " Hail Mary" whispered my lips while from the depths of my being the desperate wailing shouted its prayer to Heaven: Father of Heaven and Earth, when will your wrath trigger on this humanity stained with treason? When will you allow Your Son, our King and Lord, the Christ Jesus, to end the slaughtering of Your innocents in this remote corner of the Universe? When will Your Immaculate Conception be cured from Her mortal wounds? When will your errant messenger, the Living Chalice, have a place to lay his head so that his hunger for love and his thirst for justice be finally satisfied? How long, o Lord, do we have to wait for the blow of your Divine Solar Fire that shakes and purifies everything ? How long, o Father?
Your children at the foot of the cross, waiting for that day when the night will turn day and the day will turn splendor.
With deep devotion
Sonia Alea
December 8th 2011?
