CHAPTER FOUR

THE WAR OF THE SON OF GOD

 

Cursed be he who mourns the death of the House of Satan.

 

1

The Eyes of God

 

They came to Bethsaida, and brought to him a blind man, begging him to touch him. Taking the blind man by the hand, he led him out of the village, and putting spittle in his eyes and laying his hands on him, he asked him, Do you see anything? And he looked, and said, I see men, something like trees walking.

 

 

The history of the Acts does not lie. Created in the image and likeness of the Son of God, the anthropological revolution accomplished, it is impossible for us to be men and not see Reality through the eyes of our Creator.  The Spiritual Biography of Jesus is a full-fledged Discourse of God the Father, every step, every word, every gesture, every work of his is a discourse of the Wisdom of YAVE GOD, Creator of the Universe. We are trees. Every man is a tree of life. All together we form the Tree of Life of the Human Genus. The tree is nourished by the same Sap, receives the same Light, breathes the same Breath. And this is the Man that God created on Earth. How this Tree was injected with an evil virus, against the Will of our Creator, causing this global fratricidal schizophrenia that we have been living for the last six millennia, I have already entered the Divine History of Jesus Christ, so I will not repeat myself. How to get out of that hell and open our way to the Full Health of our Being, reincorporate all of us to this Universal Tree whose sap waters the whole Tree of Nations. For it is evident that the First Tree, of which a Man was its Head, that Tree has given way to a New Tree, the Tree of Nations, whose Head is the Son of God, King of the Tree of Life of the Worlds of the Kingdom of God, his Father.

Developing this theme we understand that God is the one who cultivates this Tree of Life of the Worlds of the Kingdom of his Son, both on a general level and on an individual level. Let us remember the Parable of the Vineyard and the Vinedresser, the Son is the Vine, we are the vines and his Father is the Vinedresser, and Owner of the Vineyard. Since we are the Vines, the sap that nourishes us all is the Sap of the Spirit of whom, being the Vine, we all live by his Nature. If we raise this Parable to the Nations, each Nation being a Vine, the same.  This Unity in Nature is what was ultimately broken six thousand years ago.

We already know that the all-powerful Reason of Modern Science, spurred to Anti-Christian Rebellion by the Protestant Reformation, threw to the ground the Nature of the Events described by God in His Book, thus banishing the Creator of His Creation. With the happy consequences of the World Wars and the tragedy of the Atomic Age. Happiness has these surprises; when they already believed themselves in the paradise of the utopia of the Atheism of Science, hell came to judge them by their words, thoughts and deeds. And so, up to the present living moment, when an alliance between men who have renounced Humanity, having chosen the evolution without turning a leaf towards the Beast, have bet on the last world war if Christ in us does not get down on his knees and we adore his glory.

We are living trees, branches of the same Trunk, and as such we bear fruit. In whom the Son of God lives, whether as Lord, or as King, or as Father, or as Brother, or as Citizen of his Kingdom, we are all part of the Tree of the Nations of Mankind.  And as living trees in whom lives the spirit of the Son of God, in whose Image and Likeness we have been begotten, we bear fruit, and this Fruit is in accordance with the Nature of the Field from which our roots are nourished.

He who loves War is not of God, and because he loves Hell his father is Satan.

He who loves Peace loves God, and he who loves Peace and does not love God does not love Peace, he lives in the Lie and lies when he defends Peace, his Peace is the Door through which the worshippers of War freely enter as the way to World Power.

Whoever divides the Peoples of a Nation are not of God, they serve Death, the fruit of their Hatred is Terror, such beasts are abominable in the eyes of God. The King's Judgment upon them is that which weighs upon their father Satan.

He who thinks himself superior to his neighbors by reason of the dimensions of his territory is abominable in the sight of God.

Those who divide men and peoples for religious or ideological reasons are unclean in the eyes of God; the blood they shed will be a flood that will fall upon them and drag them down to the Abyss where Satan dwells.

All the branches of the Tree of Nations, whose fruits are generations, form one Body before God, a Tree created, cultivated and nourished by Him. We are His living fruit, Consummate Beings, full of Intelligence and Faith. The Sage who gave us life continues to give her Fruit according to the Nature of the One who is our King, Lord, and Father.  The Man we see in HIM, in the Book of God, is the Man who manifests in us and with whom we Walk here on Earth during the time given to us and then in His Kingdom for Eternity.

As the First Man we are cleansed of all Crime, in Christ Jesus by the Knowledge of Good and Evil in which we have been raised from the dust to which our condemned World was, we assume Responsibility for our thoughts, words and deeds. By these thoughts, words and deeds will be judged those who, despising the Crown of the Son of God, have given themselves to be governed by their own laws, annulling Divine Justice, and banishing from the human being the spirit that gives him eternal life. For they have banished God from His Creature, the Creator will banish them from His Creation; He will not differentiate between man and devil, for the Devil was once a child of God, and he chose to be a murderous wild beast rather than remain a Citizen of the Kingdom of the Son of God, a freedom of choice that every creature formed in the Image and likeness of its Creator enjoys. Those who make War, spread Terror, sow Hate, abolish God's Law on the Nature of Man and Woman, those serve the enemy of God's Creation and all will be banished. Be they of this world or of any of the other worlds created by God before our Creation, so Yesterday, as Today and Tomorrow the Sentence upon him who departs from the Spirit of the Creator is eternal Banishment from the Cosmos, his Creation.

The eyes in which the Reality of the Cosmos is reflected are in the Face of God, its Creator, the vision of which we inherit by the fact that we were created to rise up into His Image and Likeness. And anyone who does not see the Universal Reality with the Eyes of JESUS CHRIST is blind and like the blind man to whom Jesus smeared mud in his eyes.  Whoever sees, sees himself as a tree, a Vine of His Vine, a child of God begotten in His Image and Likeness to bear in us His fruit. To see what the nature of this fruit is, it is enough to read his Life.

And needless to say, the nature embraces the Individual and the Nation; a Branch cannot bear anything but the natural fruit of the Tree, and if it is a different fruit, it is because a branch from another tree has been grafted in.

IF the fruit is evil, and brings Death, Death is its Origin. The Vinedresser cuts off the Branch, and throws it into the fire.

Begotten in the spirit of Intelligence we have the Power to distinguish nature by the fruit. Foolish to say, "by their fruits ye shall know them".

 

15/03/

 

 

2

THE END OF TIME

 

"Cursed is he who mourns the death of the House of Satan."

 

The Holy Spirit says that "God so loved Man that He gave us His Beloved Son ..." as the Champion of our Cause. But we also read that "that Son so loved his Father that he put his Life in his hands", and this in spite of the fact that, humanly speaking, it could be said that a father who sends his son to be slaughtered to save the life of a stranger, interpreting what is written, it would seem legitimate to deduce that God loved Man more than his own Son.

And yet in JESUS is found the True Nature of the Declaration of the Holy Spirit: "GOD IS LOVE". For, evidently, had not JESUS loved Man with the strength of his Father : his diligence and obedience to the Necessity of CHRIST'S Death would have been checked by his Intelligence.

The Love of God to Man and the Love of Man to God were found alive and personified in CHRIST JESUS. For finally the Love of both God and Man met in JESUS CHRIST.

So, following the Wisdom of the Holy Spirit, we understand that God perfected his Beloved Son making him sit as Divine King, assuming with the Crown the Social Responsibility in the Creation that until then, as King of and Lord of lords of that same Universal Creation had been, we can say it was honorific, allegorical, even metaphysical.

The Responsibility of the King of kings and Lord of lords, as Head of the Empire of God rested on his Father. It is this Responsibility that God finally makes to rest on the Throne of his Son, so that all the members of the House of YAVE say: "All Glory, All Power, to the Son of God".

As it were, a Child entered the Earth in the Question of the Wisdom of His Father, in whose Mantle of Wisdom rested His Crown before the Incarnation. But in the Resurrection is born "the King, Head of all the Powers of Creation, JESUS CHRIST", and assumes this Responsibility in the Fullness of His Being as God the Only Begotten Son.

Nevertheless, the King is still subject to the Wisdom of God, who before seating him on his Throne says to him: "Sit at my right hand until I lay my enemies at your feet".

The Obedience of the King to God is perfect. It is the due Obedience of every Citizen to the King himself. Which leads us to ask why, why sit down such a King, Almighty and Omnipotent, instead of blessing the Glory of his Liberty, and this Glory upon us?

Instead of this blessing the World became subject to the Law of Death which had been in operation since the Fall. Why we know already. The Sentence against War being the Banishment of the Cosmos, cast into the Outer Abyss covered by Darkness, with Origin in the Ancient Cosmos, hence God says "I created the Light and the Darkness", sentence of Banishment ad eternum, which may seem rather harsh, God wanted to open our eyes to all of us, first to his children of Heaven, to the Absolute Evil "of the divine lords of War", who led by Satan caused the Fall and Tragedy of Man, and later to us, the children of God of the Earth. That Evil of the Damned Satan is the one who in our day lives in his son and spreads his hell before our eyes, so that in unison our mouths, of Heaven and Earth, bless without fear or weakness the Curse of God against all those who make War and find in it their glory and divinization. The Curse of God against the lords of War lives in us.

Thus, it was logical that the Holy Spirit, knowing these things, foretold the Day of the Glory of the Freedom of the Son of God, who opening his Arms covers with his Cloak all his House, investing it with his Invincibility, Intelligence and Almighty Power to extend his Kingdom over the Fullness of the nations of the Earth. Battle that would be held at the End of time, established as a consequence of the Fall and Redemption, called Final because finally the restoration of Man to his Creator would be consummated, and Peace, established on the Justice born of Truth, will bring to the World the Liberty, Fraternity and Equality that could not be established because of the Necessity of War being its foundation. It is this Final Battle that has opened in the North and extends its alliance to the nations of old anti-Christianity.

This is the End of the World born of the Fall of Adam; this is the Beginning of the World for which CHRIST died, in order to bequeath in Testament to us, his Descendants, his Spirit of Intelligence, over which the Lie has no Power, and we being his House inherit his Invincibility for the Good of all nations and peoples of Mankind.

To those in the North who have raised their arms against the Kingdom of the Son of God we can only say: Lay down your arms, return to your homes, depose your Rulers, do justice to the blood shed on the sacred Ukrainian soil, or give account before God for the blood of your children and the blood of the children of your brothers, which you have shed under the law of terror to the son of Satan and his Can of War, worshippers of horror.

 

17/03/2022

 

 

3

THE DANCE OF VICTORY. SONG OF THE KING'S SON

 

 

The bonfire is already lit,

Already the warriors leave their colts.

Already the wise men are stationed on the hills.

The wind brings from the clouds the hand that rocks the fire.

Let the dance begin, let the flames devour hearts and souls.

Drums, beat the silence.

Let the skins speak with the voice of the Spirit.

Hear, warriors around fire and wise men upon the hills

The song of the star that rises from the banks of the river of life.

 

"Blessed is the arm that lifts up his sword

Blessed the fist that does not tremble

Blessed are the eyes of him who strikes the blow

Against the foul beast."

 

Bloodthirsty devours flesh and bones

It has demon in its tongue

Hell is its cradle,

Strike without fear, warriors,

Make your stars shine,

Let your breasts be as the heavens

Bright in the night,

Joy of old men, women and children.

 

How beautiful are the legs

Running to meet the brother

besieged by the Phantom of the enemy!

Are their muscles columns holding from the sky the roof.

The stamping of his feet on the earth is a song that awakens the ocean

What face can compare to his!

What light can not be ashamed... not be the cradle of his shadow!

He is already approaching the enemy, he leaps over the abyss.

His cry is a unique song,

All the birds of the firmament take flight...

No creature wants to leave its hero alone.

The drums of war do not cease

Their song has a name:

VICTORY.

 

But hands to mouth, a wise man speaks,

From the hill of silence his voice is storm.

"Cursed is the warrior who does not dance,

the star that does not shine,

the sword that rests,

the voice that invokes peace,

the prayer that asks for clemency,

the hand that does not write in his eyes

one Word, one Word only

VICTORY"

 

The fire that burns my soul

Is the fire of the spirit that fills the sky

I am prey to its flames

And I have no one to pull me out of the fire.

My legs are crazy, they jump on their own,

My arms are lions on the run

The spear in my hands has a bull's eye

The heart of the Enemy of my People!

As I run I hear a voice, the voice of my King:

"Seal the tomb,

 Build a wall around it

dig around it a pit,

the water be fire that never burns,

write on the wall

Cursed be he who crosses this fence!

And on the gate of the keeper, engrave a word:

VICTORY!"

 

But what's that sounding, is it rain?!

It is the speech of decrepit old men

Souls wandering in search of glory

Their words are echoes from beyond the grave

They think they're alive, they're dead,

They stink, their breaths are crimes

They defend their cowardice in the name of peace

Their speeches are seeds of the Evil One's sowing.

You, son, dance, jump, shout,

roar like a lion in the sun

The moon is your sister, do not shame her,

By the stars of the heavens shout

VICTORY.

 

Warriors, the dawn has broken, it's time to dress for war

Hellfire has been unleashed in the fields of the Lie.

From the North comes the Beast, spitting fire of absolute destruction.

"Who is that dog that howls with the voice of a wolf

against my lambs?" Says the King of Hosts

"The Universe is mine, the Earth is ring in my right hand,

Thus will I do: I will tear the cords from his throat.

 I will tear off the toes of his feet

 The hands will only be stumps

 I'll throw him into the Square where he is worshipped as a god

And I will sit him on the ruins of the Temple that blessed his fire".

He is a dragon that has come up from the fields of hell

He was fed with the flesh of young in his virginal springtime

The milk he drank from his mother was the blood of women and children

It was his delight to preside over genocides,

His favorite banquet to devour worms

All plump, ministers of gold, maddened by silver

Gods for a day, demons for eternity.

 

The Phantom of Moscow rises from the tomb

It is a prodigy of the harlot of Byzantium

The New Pantocrator of the Adulteress of Constantinople.

How beautiful she was in her youth, the lady of Orthodoxy.

Nor the glory of the face of Helen of Troy

Nor the grace of Diana the huntress, the daughter of the stars.

Athens was her mother, daughter of perdition

She bore it written on her breasts,

With which she suckled the Second Rome

 

The pact was between the Devil and Satan

Listen Justinian:

God hath sworn by his glory that my gates shall not fall

God has sworn that he will cast yours down,

Come, my beloved, enjoy my flesh,

Devour me before the eyes of the King of heaven.

Let the King know that thou art my lord, my love of Byzantium

 

The Adulteress went north to seek a new lord,

new lovers, New Rome.

Worshipper of gold, tongue of silver

bipedal head, fountain of hatred, lethal poison

you despised your Lord and seeking,

faithful to the Word of God

"he who seeks finds"

You have found your new lord, the son of Satan,

 

For this, I, the son of the King whom thou hast despised

I dance around the fire the Dance of Victory

that my Father will light on the rubble of Red Square,

turned into a lake of blood

and said to you:

you will drown in its waters with your lover.

 

Warriors, this is no time for dreams

All hands to arms, all hands to battle

The monster of the North has struck again

The Phantom has risen again

He does not want Peace,

Freedom is abominable to him

The Joy of the young is unbearable to him

The laughter of children is a curse to his ears,

The poetry of blossoming trees ruins his nights,

The waves that roll over the seas are nightmare of his days.

He is NOT a man, he is a monster that emerges from the abyss.

He hungers that never ceases

Now his neighbor

Then his enemy,

Then you,

Your brothers, your children, your parents!

All on their knees before Satan's heir.

Is his father's name written on his forehead.

 

My King looks upon us

As a father touching up his children's war clothes.

The words already spoke

He embraces his lion

Blesses him with blessings from the Divine Creator.

"Let your arms be an ocean devouring dry land

Let your legs be volcanoes in the fields of Mars

Let your voice fill the plains

and let the high mountains be turned aside at your word

Let your feet be rivers of life, watering the bent seed, the broken reed, the fallen tree

the broken reed, the fallen tree.

Do not be afraid at the sound of the roar of the Beast.

The Beast will tremble at the sound of your cry

VICTORY.

 

It has already dawned, O God, so many centuries,

how many millennia waiting for this dawn.

What are you doing Europe?

Do you see your sister and do not run to meet her?

Are you devoured by Cainite wolves

And your salvation is to throw meat on the grill?

Where are your children, those proud warriors

Who stood up to the Armies of Death?

You've staked your bet behind the crown of the Antichrist,

You hide behind the corrupted hide of the Happy American.

Don't you know that they delivered peoples to genocide,

served up meat in abundance to their servants

and enriched themselves by trafficking in the organs and blood of peoples?

When your turn comes, your plump flesh, your rich blood,

will they be respected?

 

The Devil has made a pact with the Antichrist,

Between fifty stars both have lain down

Together they dream of dividing the spoils

Berlin for you, says Washington

Paris for me, says London,

Rome for him, says Moscow.

He is Hell.

And I said:

"With this sign I shall overcome."

17/03/2022

THE DANCE OF VICTORY. SONG OF THE KING'S SON

 

 

The bonfire is already lit,

Already the warriors leave their colts.

Already the wise men are stationed on the hills.

The wind brings from the clouds the hand that rocks the fire.

Let the dance begin, let the flames devour hearts and souls.

Drums, beat the silence.

Let the skins speak with the voice of the Spirit.

Hear, warriors around fire and wise men upon the hills

The song of the star that rises from the banks of the river of life.

 

"Blessed is the arm that lifts up his sword

Blessed the fist that does not tremble

Blessed are the eyes of him who strikes the blow

Against the foul beast."

 

Bloodthirsty devours flesh and bones

It has demon in its tongue

Hell is its cradle,

Strike without fear, warriors,

Make your stars shine,

Let your breasts be as the heavens

Bright in the night,

Joy of old men, women and children.

 

How beautiful are the legs

Running to meet the brother

besieged by the Phantom of the enemy!

Are their muscles columns holding from the sky the roof.

The stamping of his feet on the earth is a song that awakens the ocean

What face can compare to his!

What light can not be ashamed... not be the cradle of his shadow!

He is already approaching the enemy, he leaps over the abyss.

His cry is a unique song,

All the birds of the firmament take flight...

No creature wants to leave its hero alone.

The drums of war do not cease

Their song has a name:

VICTORY.

 

But hands to mouth, a wise man speaks,

From the hill of silence his voice is storm.

"Cursed is the warrior who does not dance,

the star that does not shine,

the sword that rests,

the voice that invokes peace,

the prayer that asks for clemency,

the hand that does not write in his eyes

one Word, one Word only

VICTORY"

 

The fire that burns my soul

Is the fire of the spirit that fills the sky

I am prey to its flames

And I have no one to pull me out of the fire.

My legs are crazy, they jump on their own,

My arms are lions on the run

The spear in my hands has a bull's eye

The heart of the Enemy of my People!

As I run I hear a voice, the voice of my King:

"Seal the tomb,

 Build a wall around it

dig around it a pit,

the water be fire that never burns,

write on the wall

Cursed be he who crosses this fence!

And on the gate of the keeper, engrave a word:

VICTORY!"

 

But what's that sounding, is it rain?!

It is the speech of decrepit old men

Souls wandering in search of glory

Their words are echoes from beyond the grave

They think they're alive, they're dead,

They stink, their breaths are crimes

They defend their cowardice in the name of peace

Their speeches are seeds of the Evil One's sowing.

You, son, dance, jump, shout,

roar like a lion in the sun

The moon is your sister, do not shame her,

By the stars of the heavens shout

VICTORY.

 

Warriors, the dawn has broken, it's time to dress for war

Hellfire has been unleashed in the fields of the Lie.

From the North comes the Beast, spitting fire of absolute destruction.

"Who is that dog that howls with the voice of a wolf

against my lambs?" Says the King of Hosts

"The Universe is mine, the Earth is ring in my right hand,

Thus will I do: I will tear the cords from his throat.

 I will tear off the toes of his feet

 The hands will only be stumps

 I'll throw him into the Square where he is worshipped as a god

And I will sit him on the ruins of the Temple that blessed his fire".

He is a dragon that has come up from the fields of hell

He was fed with the flesh of young in his virginal springtime

The milk he drank from his mother was the blood of women and children

It was his delight to preside over genocides,

His favorite banquet to devour worms

All plump, ministers of gold, maddened by silver

Gods for a day, demons for eternity.

 

The Phantom of Moscow rises from the tomb

It is a prodigy of the harlot of Byzantium

The New Pantocrator of the Adulteress of Constantinople.

How beautiful she was in her youth, the lady of Orthodoxy.

Nor the glory of the face of Helen of Troy

Nor the grace of Diana the huntress, the daughter of the stars.

Athens was her mother, daughter of perdition

She bore it written on her breasts,

With which she suckled the Second Rome

 

The pact was between the Devil and Satan

Listen Justinian:

God hath sworn by his glory that my gates shall not fall

God has sworn that he will cast yours down,

Come, my beloved, enjoy my flesh,

Devour me before the eyes of the King of heaven.

Let the King know that thou art my lord, my love of Byzantium

 

The Adulteress went north to seek a new lord,

new lovers, New Rome.

Worshipper of gold, tongue of silver

bipedal head, fountain of hatred, lethal poison

you despised your Lord and seeking,

faithful to the Word of God

"he who seeks finds"

You have found your new lord, the son of Satan,

 

For this, I, the son of the King whom thou hast despised

I dance around the fire the Dance of Victory

that my Father will light on the rubble of Red Square,

turned into a lake of blood

and said to you:

you will drown in its waters with your lover.

 

Warriors, this is no time for dreams

All hands to arms, all hands to battle

The monster of the North has struck again

The Phantom has risen again

He does not want Peace,

Freedom is abominable to him

The Joy of the young is unbearable to him

The laughter of children is a curse to his ears,

The poetry of blossoming trees ruins his nights,

The waves that roll over the seas are nightmare of his days.

He is NOT a man, he is a monster that emerges from the abyss.

He hungers that never ceases

Now his neighbor

Then his enemy,

Then you,

Your brothers, your children, your parents!

All on their knees before Satan's heir.

Is his father's name written on his forehead.

 

My King looks upon us

As a father touching up his children's war clothes.

The words already spoke

He embraces his lion

Blesses him with blessings from the Divine Creator.

"Let your arms be an ocean devouring dry land

Let your legs be volcanoes in the fields of Mars

Let your voice fill the plains

and let the high mountains be turned aside at your word

Let your feet be rivers of life, watering the bent seed, the broken reed, the fallen tree

the broken reed, the fallen tree.

Do not be afraid at the sound of the roar of the Beast.

The Beast will tremble at the sound of your cry

VICTORY.

 

It has already dawned, O God, so many centuries,

how many millennia waiting for this dawn.

What are you doing Europe?

Do you see your sister and do not run to meet her?

Are you devoured by Cainite wolves

And your salvation is to throw meat on the grill?

Where are your children, those proud warriors

Who stood up to the Armies of Death?

You've staked your bet behind the crown of the Antichrist,

You hide behind the corrupted hide of the Happy American.

Don't you know that they delivered peoples to genocide,

served up meat in abundance to their servants

and enriched themselves by trafficking in the organs and blood of peoples?

When your turn comes, your plump flesh, your rich blood,

will they be respected?

 

The Devil has made a pact with the Antichrist,

Between fifty stars both have lain down

Together they dream of dividing the spoils

Berlin for you, says Washington

Paris for me, says London,

Rome for him, says Moscow.

He is Hell.

And I said:

"With this sign I shall overcome."

 

CRYS

 

Cursed be he who mourns the death of the House of Satan.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

THE WAR OF THE KINGDOM OF GOD