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MONSIGNOR ANTONELLI (*1)

 

On the 10th day of the 3rd month of the year 1995 at Gaiche, the land of Blessed Leopold, in the Diocese of Perugia, Marcello Ciai felt ill.

Here is his song: 

By day a pain in my heart
at night a sirene.
My heart stood still
At the weight of the mantle
Twice visited upon me.
I try with my eyes to look upwards.
The sky is dark,
There aren’t even any stars,
And the moon is far away.
All the sufferings of the world
Did not succeed in entering my heart,
which has burst.
My tent has been pulled off.
What will happen to the sheep ?
On them all the evil rests.
The moon turns red,
The sun turns pale,
The earth staggers like a drunk.
I cry like a swallow
and trill like a dove.
My eyes are weary of looking up.
I say to my doctor :
“Each one  of us has a vocation,
You, for the healing of bodies,
Me, for the healing of souls.
You find the body in
The silence of a room;
The soul, I look for it
In the uproar ……….
Where they slaughter the oxen
And they cut the throats of the herd.
They eat meat
and get drunk on wine.
I look for it, I look for it
But I don’t find it.
And when I find it
I lose it.
My heart beats strongly.
Then it stops”.


After this period Monsignor Ennio Antonelli (*1), eminent Archbishop of Perugia – Città delle Pieve, sent gifts to Marcello.
His daughter Mascia Amanda went to inform the Archbishop of the serious illness of her father, who was on retreat at Gaiche.
Monsignor Antonelli thus sent a priest with his blessing to Marcello on the 5th day of the 5th month of the year 1995.
So for Marcello the ten years of silence were completed; finally he could show his treasure and the “pearls of the prophetic word”.

The Spirit of the Lord opened his mouth and Marcello was not mute anymore.

" Prophesy! " " What shall I prophesy ?" " Cry out !" "What shall I cry out ?"
" Is there anything new to announce under the sun ?!"
On a little light cloud comes the Word of the Lord
to announce great and tremendous things !
" Look watchman! What do you see ?"
" Oh, I see a caravan of refugees in mourning, sick, injured, hanged."
" Watchman, watchman, what do you still see ?"
" Flashes and terrors. The night is long. Terrors and flashes!"
" Watchman, watchman, what is left yet of the night ?"
" Here comes the dawn, but the night returns.
Come! Come and ask ! Repent while it is still morning !
The cries of the vespers frighten me, its mourning makes me pine."
" Cry out watchman, cry out ! "
" What shall I cry out ?! "
" Bring water! Bring bread to the refugees! so that they don't languish and die."
Didn't you hear it already, o daughter of Sion ?
What is written, is written, what is decided, is decided.
But you, by means of your unworthy ministers, have reduced to ruins
the fortresses and frightened and confused its inhabitants.
Here, I will put pride against pride, and it shall be man against man,
woman against woman, brother against brother, sister against sister,
mother against daughter, daughter against mother, father against son,
son against father, wife against husband, husband against wife,
family against family, nation against nation, city against city,
country against country, power against power.
Race against race, class against class, west against east, east against west,
north against south, south against north.
In the desert and in the steppe lies its greatness.
The intelligence of the proud will fade away and I will trample upon their projects,
so that they will return and seek for magicians, astrologers and fortune-tellers and
I will put them in the hands of the cruel dominator of darkness.

Oracle of the Lord of Hosts.

The city will be emptied, the woman will not give birth;
the genitals will become purulent.
The strong and the weak will pine away and become pale.
The news will diminish and will be scattered to the wind.
The press will wither and disappear.
Fishers of news will complain and mourn and
fishers of men will complain and remain desolate.
Manufacturers, business-men and stylists will be confused and will turn pale.
The economy will collapse and the workmen will be dismayed.
How intelligent are the leaders of science !
The most clever of the president's advisers form a stupid council.
How can they say: " I come from famous schools and teachers ?! "
Let them reveal to you what the Lord of Hosts has decided against pride.
The wise men have become stupid and deceive the famous teachers,
as to lead astray all their leaders.
The Lord has sent a spirit of misleading on all the leaders that makes them move
in every way like drunkards in their own vomit.
They will do no good :
neither those who are at the head nor those at the tail,
neither those in high places nor those in the lowest ones,
neither he who is leader nor he who obeys,
neither he who guides nor he who follows;
neither the king nor his subjects;
neither the Pope, nor his faithful. (1)
 
The Word of the Lord .
 

(1) There is nothing to do even for the Pope, against a world that is increasingly perverse and rebellious to God and his Christ: then there is to keep in mind that the prophecy dates back to 1995, before the pontificate of Pope Francis.



*1 Elevated by Pope John Paul II to Cardinal "Prince of the Church"
     He is a member of the Pontifical Council for the Laity and of the Pontifical Council for Social Communications.

 

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