"and he said, fight on"

Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament,
Have compassed me about,
Have massed their armies, and on battle bent
My forces put to rout;
But though I fight alone, and fall, and die,
Talk terms of Peace? Not I.
(Tennyson)

They war upon my fortress, and their guns
Are shattering its walls;
My army plays the cowards' part, and runs,
Pierced by a thousand balls;
They call for my surrender. I reply,
"Give quarter now? Not I."

They've shot my flag to ribbons, but in rents
It floats above the height;
Their ensign shall not crown my battlements
While I can stand and fight.
I fling defiance at them as I cry,
"Capitulate? Not I."

Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)

O número 13 está sempre presente em tudo o que se relaciona com Fátima e também no caso da morte de João Paulo II se encontraram ligações a estes dois dígitos. Foi o próprio bispo de Leiria, Serafim Ferreira e Silva que, à laia de curiosidade disse aos jornalistas antes de iniciar as suas declarações oficiais. 2 do 4 de 2005 soma 13 e o mesmo sucede com 21h37 (hora da morte em Roma).

More hints that Policarpo might be the next pope, Gloria Olivae.

In Fatima, a site that was JP2's sanctum sanctorum of Marian worship, the Virgin Mary is reported to have appeared atop an olive tree.

Incidentally, Alexander just told me that Cardinal Policarpo owns an olive tree property along with his brothers.

e eh extensivel a outras coisas, outros tipos de percepcao
q por vezes nao devia ter, pela logica, mas tenho
aprendo facilmente e as vezes ocorrem-me respostas que nao sei de onde vêm.

desde puto que nunca dei erros, em portugues ou ingles, sempre me pareceram linguas obvias, como se tivesse o vocabulario todo gravado na parte mais basica da mente... nao sei explicar doutra forma, eu sei que soa um bocado pretensioso mas eh a verdade.

o mais lixado eh que estendo isto a variadíssimas coisas, o que faz com que eu não me engane e raramente tenha dúvidas.

xiça, que tinha que ir buscar esta frase!

2302.09 Ringthane: haiku do relvado
2302.09 Ringthane: xadrez sem peças
2302.09 Ringthane: calvo o tirano
2302.09 Ringthane: um
2302.09 Ringthane: dois
2302.09 Ringthane: tres
2302.09 Ringthane: quatro

(apostava que o próximo é o Policarpo, "gloria olivae" soa-me a azeite dourado, e há lá no mundo azeite melhor que o nosso?)

106. Pius XII 1939 - 1958 Eugenio Pacelli
Pastor Angelicus


107. John XXIII 1968 - 1963 Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli
Pastor Et Nauta
Hist.: prior to his election he was patriarch of Venice, a marine city, home of the gondolas


108. Paul VI 1963 - 1978 Giovanni Battista Montini
Flos Florum
Hist.: his arms displayed three lilies.


109. John Paul I 1978 - 1978
De Medietate Lunae
Note: This pope who was unpopular with the curia, lasted only 34 days and died suddenly of unknown causes. His body was cremated within one day without an autopsy. This was and still is controversial, since popes are usually buried within the walls of the Vatican and are never cremated. The suddenness of this action has led to much speculation about a political conspiracy.
There are 3 quatrains found in Nostradamus prophecies that fit the circumstances surrounding the death of this pope.

Hist.: Albino Luciani (white light), born in Canale d'Ogardo, diocese of Belluno, (beautiful moon) Elected pope on august 26, his reign lasted about a month, from half a moon to the next half.


110. John Paul II 1978 - 2005 Karol Joszef Wojtyla
De Labore Solis
Hist.:Karol Wojtyla was born on May 18, 1920 during a solar eclipse. He also comes from behind the former Iron Curtain. He might also be seen to be the fruit of the intercession of the Woman Clothed with the Sun labouring in Revelation 12 (because of his devotion to the Virgin Mary).
John Paul II has travelled, during his papacy, the equivalent of 31 circumnavigations (like the sun).


111. Gloria Olivae
(The glory of the olive)


112. (Peter the Roman)
In persecutione extrema S.R.E. sedebit Petrus Romanus, qui pascet oues in multis tribulationibus: quibus transactis ciuitas septicollis diruetur, & Iudex tremêdus iudicabit populum suum. Finis.
(In extreme persecution, the seat of the Holy Roman Church will be occupied by Peter the Roman, who will feed the sheep through many tribulations, at the term of which the city of seven hills will be destroyed, and the formidable Judge will judge his people. The End.)

http://www.catholic-pages.com/grabbag/malachy.asp

(cont.)

The authority of government, even such as I am willing
to submit to--for I will cheerfully obey those who know and
can do better than I, and in many things even those who
neither know nor can do so well--is still an impure one: to
be strictly just, it must have the sanction and consent of
the governed. It can have no pure right over my person and
property but what I concede to it. The progress from an
absolute to a limited monarchy, from a limited monarchy to a
democracy, is a progress toward a true respect for the
individual. Even the Chinese philosopher was wise enough to
regard the individual as the basis of the empire. Is a
democracy, such as we know it, the last improvement possible
in government? Is it not possible to take a step further
towards recognizing and organizing the rights of man? There
will never be a really free and enlightened State until the
State comes to recognize the individual as a higher and
independent power, from which all its own power and
authority are derived, and treats him accordingly. I please
myself with imagining a State at last which can afford to be
just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as
a neighbor; which even would not think it inconsistent with
its own repose if a few were to live aloof from it, not
meddling with it, nor embraced by it, who fulfilled all the
duties of neighbors and fellow men. A State which bore this
kind of fruit, and suffered it to drop off as fast as it
ripened, would prepare the way for a still more perfect and
glorious State, which I have also imagined, but not yet
anywhere seen.

On the Duty of Civil Disobedience

by Henry David Thoreau

(1849, original title: Resistance to Civil Government)

I heartily accept the motto, "That government is best
which governs least"; and I should like to see it acted up
to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally
amounts to this, which also I believe--"That government is
best which governs not at all"; and when men are prepared
for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have.
Government is at best but an expedient; but most governments
are usually, and all governments are sometimes, inexpedient.
The objections which have been brought against a standing army,
and they are many and weighty, and deserve to prevail,
may also at last be brought against a standing government.
The standing army is only an arm of the standing government.
The government itself, which is only the mode which the people
have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused
and perverted before the people can act through it.

YOU WEREN'T THERE
(Sullivan) 1999

Well, you say it's such a small, small world
flying Club Class back from the far-east
curled up safe and warm in the big chair
you were drifting through the skies of anywhere
Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton
there's live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks
so you think you know what's going on - but you don't
because you weren't in Belfast, no you weren't there
and no you weren't in Waco, no you weren't there
and you weren't in Kosovo, you weren't there
and you weren't in my head so you don't know how it felt
walking arm in arm with crowds to the square
and the banners waving and the sun glinting

All this information swims round and round
like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere
Up and down between the glass walls
You're so safe in the knowledge they're impenetrable
and you look out at the world and see nothing at all
so go back to sleep and you'll be woken when the time comes
and you'll never know just what hit you or where it came from
because you weren't in Bradford, no you weren't there
and you weren't on the hill, no you weren't there
and you weren't with us so you never saw
just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door
how the people told them all to go to Hell,
smashed the cameras and sent them away
There were sirens going off and policemen coming in
and all that you love was being swept away
in the rush of a black tide all done in your name
and you'll never know just what happened there
or how it feels - just how it feels . . .

"What brought it to pass? What disaster took their reason away
from men? What whip lashed them to their knees in shame and
submission? The worship of the word "We."

When men accepted that worship, the structure of centuries
collapsed about them, the structure whose every beam had come
from the thought of some one man, each in his day down the ages,
from the depth of some one spirit, such as spirit existed but for
its own sake. Those men who survived- those eager to obey, eager
to live for one another, since they had nothing else to vindicate
them- those men could neither carry on, nor preserve what they
had received. Thus did all thought, all science, all wisdom
perish on earth. Thus did men- men with nothing to offer save
their great numbers- lose the steel towers, the flying ships, the
power wires, all the things they had not created and could never
keep. Perhaps, later, some men had been born with the mind and
the courage to recover these things which were lost; perhaps
these men came before the Councils of Scholars. They answered as
I have been answered- and for the same reasons.

But I still wonder how it was possible, in those graceless years
of transition, long ago, that men did not see whither they were
going, and went on, in blindness and cowardice, to their fate. I
wonder, for it is hard for me to conceive how men who knew the word "I,"
could give it up and not know what they had lost. But such has been
the story, for I have lived in the City of the damned,
and I know what horror men permitted to be brought upon them.

Perhaps, in those days, there were a few among men, a few of
clear sight and clean soul, who refused to surrender that word.
What agony must have been theirs before that which they saw
coming and could not stop! Perhaps they cried out in protest and
in warning. But men paid no heed to their warning. And they,
those few, fought a hopeless battle, and they perished with their
banners smeared by their own blood. And they chose to perish, for
they knew. To them, I send my salute across the centuries, and my pity.

Theirs is the banner in my hand. And I wish I had the power to
tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final,
and their night was not without hope. For the battle they lost
can never be lost. For that which they died to save can never
perish. Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which
men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this
earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but
it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men.

Here, on this mountain, I and my sons and my chosen friends shall
build our new land and our fort. And it will become as the heart
of the earth, lost and hidden at first, but beating, beating
louder each day. And word of it will reach every corner of the
earth. And the roads of the world will become as veins which will
carry the best of the world's blood to my threshold. And all my
brothers, and the Councils of my brothers, will hear of it, but
they will be impotent against me. And the day will come when I
shall break the chains of the earth, and raze the cities of the
enslaved, and my home will become the capital of a world where
each man will be free to exist for his own sake.

For the coming of that day I shall fight, I and my sons and my
chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his
life. For his honor.

And here, over the portals of my fort, I shall cut in the stone
the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. The word which
will not die, should we all perish in battle. The word which can
never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the
meaning and the glory.

The sacred word:

EGO"

-Ayn Rand, "Anthem"

Código do Nada. Fome e sede por ordem do tribunal. Tiros na noite.

Árvores de fruto. Uma adega. A transmissão do conhecimento de forma tribal e autocrática.

Eostre, ovos, derrames. Vai dar ao mesmo. A espécie anda envenenada. Não se renova.

Estou tão fartinho da asfixia.

Amy Madigan

Pronto, agora digam em uníssono, "só gostas de gajas estranhas".

Viciado, agarrado, cromo, hiperactivo dum corno, xiça, larga, larga!

E não, não me sinto pusilânime ao dar comigo a malhar todos os dias como um minotauro frenético, pelo contrário. Sabe-me bem que se farta. Limpa toxinas e ajuda a ter concentração ao final do dia e na manhã seguinte. Há é quem se queixe...