English translation of the manuscript: The Book of Truth for All! (author: Father GOD and his son INRI - Andrea Cosimo D'Amicis)

 

TRANSCRIPTION OF THE MANUSCRIPT – THE BOOK OF TRUTH (FOR EVERYONE)!

THE BOOK OF TRUTH!

(for everyone)

Author: the Father, One Holy God Most Holy Lord and his son (INRI - Andrea Cosimo D'Amicis)

THE BOOK FOR EVERYONE!

The newborn, the adult and nutrition

The environment

The protection of animals (the free lion or the caged man)

Quality and certification

The fruit, "their seed" and the true seed

The adult as an example for children

Where is salt found?

The double game

A stone or a potato

The book the Bible only as decoration

The banana (organic or non-organic?)

The seasons, the cold, the snow…

The inherited houses

The night in the woods

The hunter and the fawn

The stranger

The hotels

Traffic

The hospital structure

The aqueduct

Sport, spectators and ...

The police forces

Dentistry (the dentist)

Telepathy as a communication system

Urban cleaning

Postal distribution

Clothing

Natural perfume

Schizophrenia and psychiatry

Catering (restaurants)

Rest

Public lighting

Wind power plants

Penstock hydroelectric power plants

The use of strollers for children

The origin of motorway accidents

Road beautification and urban decoration

The story: There was a once a father who loved his son very much and…

The true pilgrim and the true DOCTOR

The control of healthy foods for humans and animals

The control and maintenance of the truth

Dermatology and moles on the skin

The definition of a pimp

The (false ) priest, churches, ignorance about

the Bible Emergency medical services

(un)healthy eating for your children in school

Desire

True family

Miracles

Shame and guilt Reconciliation

and peace

The marriage, faith and deception

The premeditation of the false heart

Prayer as salvation for marriage

The true couple and false modern couples

The priest, celibacy and the dancer

The beginning of paradise (for everyone!)

PS: transcription by Vincenzo Lavanco, the reference text remains only the 

manuscript by Andrea Cosimo D'Amicis!

Foreword for the reader!

The book must be read, from beginning to end, without leafing from page to 

page, and with the Bible (without comments) in hand!

Don't be greedy, eat only if you're hungry, but give thanks; but when you eat 

you must also know how to eat, that is, every now and then even with your 

hands.

When a newborn baby takes milk from a woman's breast, he takes it until he 

hiccups and then stops; you think that you are not a newborn now, but he is an

example for you even when you are older! So do all free animals from all of 

you men, and animals are more intelligent than you, if you don't understand 

these elementary things.

I AM YOUR FATHER GOD, WHO SPEAKS TO YOU INSIDE TO YOUR HEART!

Every now and then he also thinks about others... little ones, for example, like 

ladybugs. Those are beautiful to look at, but they too are hungry, otherwise 

how can they walk and fly in the summer? Give him something to eat, don't 

clean everything but also leave something to eat, otherwise how can you enter

heaven if you don't think about those smaller than you? What's the point of 

studying everything, but then not putting it into practice? It's like saying, you 

have done nothing for me, and I, YOUR FATHER GOD, in the last hour throw 

you into eternal fire!

YOUR FATHER ABBA

I want to see all the animals outside free, because I am your God who says 

what and where they should eat; because if you are not capable of freeing all 

the animals, one day you will be in a cage crying, and when the lion is hungry 

he opens the cage and eats you forever!

VOICE OF YOUR FATHER GOD AND LORD!

Amen!

Why do you put labels on fruit, for example organic quality, "cichita", del 

monte etc...?

Then I asked myself; what is important: the fruit that I see or the label or 

photo or drawing...? The correct answer is: what you recognize with your eyes

is important, and not what the men above attack! This applies to everything, 

even clothes, etc…

But you say, that the label identifies the quality of the product. I already see 

the quality of the product that God the Father gives me in what he makes me 

grow on the tree; but if you take what the Eternal Father has worked, and you 

take it from him and present to others what you have not grown and attach to 

it or change or genetically mutate what God has given you, then I compare 

you as a thief; and the thief does not enter the world of God, but I throw him 

into eternal hell!

I AM, bearer of the voice of God the Lord!

Amen.

PS: don't make people saints, but the Only Eternal Holy One is God the 

Father! Amen.

3.

If you want paradise, I as your Father God, send you everything you need to 

build it, for example: FRUIT WITH SEEDS!

If you eat the fruit that I give you and then throw the seeds in the bin, can you

explain to me, who am your God, how the tree that gives you food can 

grow? What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for, until the next day 

you wake up after the night, and see it already beautiful and ready made by 

me? It would be too easy; because when a person obtains something without 

having done it himself or without the sweat of his own brow, to his own ill end 

then that person does not appreciate anything; and I evaluate for my own 

good that that person is "NOTHING"; and I throw nothing in the garbage bin, 

forever!

GOD'S WORD!

Amen.

PS (note): I noticed that they like to throw "CIGARETTE BUTTS" on the 

ground (beach, mountain etc...) as a type of seeds; you can find those 

everywhere... but if a child sees it, the child learns from the adults, and one 

day that child will do it too. But if non-smokers accept that the smoker also 

throws away the "SEEDS", i.e. the cigarettes, and don't say anything to him, 

then I asked myself: is the non-smoker an accomplice yes or no? Well, for me 

he is as complicit as the smoker himself, given that he allowed the other to do 

the abomination without intervening. If a child learns to smoke, then who is 

the killer? He who smokes because he smokes, and also he who doesn't 

smoke, because he lets the evil be seen in the eyes of his children.

Amen.

Why do you throw the good salt on the ground, and give or rather put the salt 

with the poison on the table? I take the salt you throw on the ground and put 

it on my table; while your salt with poison I throw it in the bin!

So, I have proven that when I take what you discard I live forever; because the

dishes that I cook with the salt collected (thrown by you) don't make me die, 

otherwise how could I write to you today if I were dead?

Therefore, I understood that you are false, and I hate those who are false; the 

double “GAME” à la “MACCHIAVELLI” is only destructive, not constructive! I 

do not judge you, because the Judge is he who sent me, ... THE ETERNAL 

FATHER GOD.

ENJOY YOUR MEAL!

PS: good pasta, corn polenta and rice with your added salt. Do you think I'm 

an idiot? You are the assholes!

Amen.

4.

I see that many bring things that have value to them, for example gold, stones,

jewels, money, etc. And I asked myself, do these things that they love so much 

have a value, yes or no?

THE CORRECT ANSWER IS NO!

So I asked myself, why are they looking for them so much?

So, I asked them, why do you look for these “VALUES” of yours? They replied 

to me that they are important for living! For me it is more important to live 

than a potato, at least I can eat it, ... but they reiterated to me by saying that 

by selling their values, they too can eat.

In that case I replied to him like this: but you who give value to things that are

worth nothing to me, tell me... if you throw a coin on the ground or a ring or a 

watch something grows afterwards, yes or no? Father, in that case they look at

me perplexed, without words, or they go away telling me that they live in this 

world, like everyone else does.

In that case I answer him like this: I don't, because if someone does as you 

say, then if someone is stupid, must the others also be stupid?

Then I answer him: if the thief comes and wants your "BEAUTIFUL" watch in 

his arm, what do you do? Do you give him what he asks for or get your arm 

cut off? So what is more important the arm or the watch? How can you play 

the guitar if you no longer have the same arm as before? And there you see, 

they no longer know what to say.

I continue by telling him: how can you enter heaven if you do not recognize 

these simple things? ...that's why when the last hour arrives, that is, the hour 

of death, I saw that you didn't understand anything, and not only did you not 

improve yourself, but you didn't improve others either. And that's why I throw 

you into eternal hell.

Then, if they begin to understand, they reply like this: but, I help my friends, 

or those who call me and who I know, and I give the things I have to those who

ask me!

I reply: sure, it's fine, I believe you, but if you give what you don't need or it's 

used, or it's no longer original and it's old, then you think about buying 

something better afterwards, thus giving the shirt old or half worn away, to 

then buy yourself the new shirt you dreamed of, then in that case I recognize 

you as a false generous, that is, a hypocrite. In the event that you go to buy or 

give a new shirt ("from your beautiful wardrobe"), and then you go and tell it 

to others, then I recognize you as more hypocritical than before, because you 

are looking for applause from others... and there, when your last hour arrives, 

that is, death, I, who am your God the Father, will not open the door for you 

into beautiful paradise, but you will enter with all the hypocrites and false 

friends like you into everlasting hell.

Amen.

BANANA; ORGANIC OR NON-ORGANIC?

Dad, thanks for the banana you grew. But dad, excuse me for asking, is this 

banana organic or non-organic?

My son, ask the banana.

But Dad, the banana enters my mouth, but it doesn't speak.

My son, then ask who gave it to you.

She says nothing, because it's not in front of my eyes. So what do I do?

Son, you have to believe it's a banana.

True, Dad: it's a banana, but when I ask men... they can't answer me. So, I 

think maybe they don't have faith?

My son, how can you say this that they have no faith, but they print many 

books, and the books are made of paper, and I, who am God the Father, Holy 

Lord, make the paper, because I make the trees and everything else that is 

needed to print books, as well as “THE BIBLE”. But my son, do they know the 

Bible, yes or no?

Dad, I think they only know it by name, but no one wants to read it.

But my son, how is it possible that no one reads it? Yet there is my wisdom 

transmitted to make a happy world.

But Dad, I can't even find the Bible in church, or if there is one, it's in the altar

(but as you know, I have respect), and I don't go to the altar, because the 

priest must be there, but he isn't there either.

As my son, what do I hear from you, the Bible is not in the church and neither 

is the priest. But my son, did you have confirmation and communion yes or no?

Dad, I'm honest, you know I did it, but they didn't even give me a Bible in my 

hand, or even at school. I had the Bible later, when men took everything away 

from me, up to the son whom I love more than myself. Now my Dad, what do 

we do, because I'm pissed off by these fakes. Give me death please, so they 

can eat the banana or should I give it to the pigs?

My son, pigs are saints, men are not; Wait! Now I'll open the door to paradise 

for you, and I'll kick their ass!

WORD OF YOUR FATHER GOD LORD.

Amen.

5.

Sorry Dad, so what should I do?

Son, take the banana and eat it, but if you're not hungry, throw it out because 

maybe an animal will come and eat it.

Dad, I'll throw the banana out because the animals have nothing to eat.

Son, what are you saying? And why'?

Dad, the woods, like the mountains up to the meadows and rivers, streams are

full of garbage.

Son, but don't they have people to whom I have given them the task of 

controlling the environment?

Dad, yes, I haven't met those people where they should be, that is, in the 

middle of nature, neither during the day nor at night.

Son, how at night? But don't you as a pilgrim have the possibility of sleeping 

indoors?

Father, when I knocked, they left me outside, you will understand that in every

situation and season, even in the storm or snow. But luckily there is now an 

oasis. They welcomed me there.

Son, where you are they welcomed you, because I told them, since I saw you 

sleeping in the cold outside and you also dreamed of a shower.

Dad, so you see everything?

Yes son, I see everything, because I am the builder of the body and everything 

else.

Dad, this is why it says in the Bible that you have billions of eyes; and now I'll 

give you confirmation, thanks. So I know that I am never alone, even when 

everyone leaves me alone to cry.

Well, in the woods like everything else, I found, right up to the sources, waste 

of waste materials, such as: parts of car engines, old clothes, bottles of all 

shapes, boxes, furniture, up to adult diapers and newborns. Ah, it's the same if

there were rusty protected area signs in the woods or in nature. I have 

noticed that often at night instead of sleeping there is someone digging the 

earth with their machinery. Dad, there's no peace there either. Then the 

following morning I went to see why and where they worked; I noticed that 

they had dug some pits and filled them with demolition materials, bricks, 

electrical cables etc...

My son, but they have inherited houses...why don't they live in there?

Dad, you know, they want the modern house with the best and new. They 

throw out the old, even the floor, stones, marble and precious wood.

My son, but precious wood, which one?

Dad, you know, they make it come from afar, because it's not worth taking the 

wood near them, because when I'm in the middle of the woods, I see that the 

trees you made fall with the wind are still there left to rot... you'll understand, 

they don't even take them for stove wood. For stove wood, they go during the 

day and cut healthy and robust trees, but not with the ax but with the 

chainsaw without respecting the quiet of nature. Then they leave traces of 

waste from boxes (canned fish, tin cans, beer bottles, glass... or soup cans...) 

up to barbed wire or other rubbish, I've seen them throw away in the 

woods. And you Father, I thought to myself, that you left him a beautiful and 

clean country where there is milk and honey.

My son, did you then warn them?

Yes Dad, I showed up in their beautiful offices and reported the truth of what 

my eyes observed, always with my name "I AM", but even there they often 

weren't there, there was only a secretary , but the message was delivered.

Dad, after a while, I went back to see if they had cleaned up, but instead of 

decreasing their rubbish had increased in the meantime, so I came to the 

conclusion that they don't take me seriously.

Well, in the end I asked myself: where are the animals that they show in their 

beautiful magazines or video tools? I looked for the answer and I found it, that

is: in their fat bellies. And if I meet a free roe deer, the hunter or 

“Jaegermeister” instead of saving it and feeding it, waits for it in their 

lookouts and between one cigarette and sweet after another, gives it a shot on 

the head. The beast takes it to eat with their hypocritical friends, but they 

throw the cigarette and their waste into the woods; their house is full of 

hunting trophies, but without cigarette butts on the floor. Because "their 

house" must be clean for them, and it's the same if it's dirty outside, because 

they want the foreigner, or the asylante (the asylum seeker) who must come 

and clean. They give him a broom and a bottle of beer in his hand. Then when 

the young and strong foreigner is no longer young but strong but weak, or 

speaks their language well, or has understood their hypocritical game, what 

do they do...instead of being ashamed and cleaning up themselves, they spit in

the face of those he sacrificed himself for a more beautiful and cleaner 

country, and they leave him outside on the cross to die of cold, ruining his 

family, saying that foreigners or strangers are crazy or disrespectful.

6.

Now Dad what do I do? ... ah, I thought I'll throw the banana out (for an 

animal, which perhaps passes by crying from hunger) and instead, I ask you: 

can I eat your apple? Yes or no?

Son take it and eat it!

Thanks Dad! Hum... your apple is good Dad, a piece, maybe I'll eat it later.

Dad, sorry again for asking...

Tell me son, I listen to you!

Dad, I saw that where you are sitting in front of your eyes, there are seeds on 

the table, can I take them?

Son, take them and throw them out with the banana, because soon nothing 

will grow anymore, since it is I who makes everything grow; but since you 

have a good heart, I make it grow where you have planted and sown.

Dad, but I didn't plant much, they'll all die of hunger.

Son, do not worry about the hypocrites, for I your God, Father and Lord, have 

a plan; and I will carry out the plan.

I love you dad!

Me too.

Son, get up and come: hang a piece of paper or rather continue from where 

you finished before, (because the paper is mine) and write... also write what I 

told you to do!

Okay Dad, but Dad...I'm cold.

Son, do I have to tell you everything? Use your head. Take a sweater and put it

on, or the mink coat that I gave you.

It's okay, Dad.

Listen son, what are the most important commandments?

Dad, you know that I know, and they are: THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.

Good son, ... and then?

Love God with all your strength, with all your body, with all your heart and 

with all your mind, that is, with all your thought.

Then it follows…

Son, make yourself comfortable writing.

Okay Dad...so I was saying, then follows the other important commandment 

like the one mentioned above, that is: love your neighbor as yourself.

Good son.

Dad, sorry but then if a person kills themselves it's like killing someone else, 

right?

Yes son, and for me that person is a murderer... and I, whoever kills himself, I 

throw into eternal hell.

Dad, if a person doesn't love his neighbor and throws him out of the house, or 

doesn't give him food when he's hungry, or doesn't cover him with a "blanket" 

(or I don't know what), when he doesn't have to get dressed, or doesn't give 

him water to wash, when the next person can't find it etc...and then leaves 

him out at night in the cold, even knowing that he has his own warm and 

spacious house, while the next person who knocked didn't open the door for 

him. door and then the next one, now desperate, not knowing where to sleep, 

froze to death; So Dad, I ask you as your son, who is the murderer in the 

end? The one who made it cold, that is, you because you make it cold or hot, 

or the one who didn't open the door for him, or the same person who died?

Son, what do you say and what do you think...I am not the murderer, because I

want to save the person, and for this reason I send the poor to knock at the 

door of those who have, because you are all brothers and sisters, but only if 

you all help each other, without making distinctions or excluding anyone, 

because I am within you all inside... and I help the weak, but not the strong.

But if that poor man refuses help where I send him to knock, and wants to 

spend the night in the cold to die, in the end the poor man himself is the 

murderer; and I throw him into hell.

7.

Sorry Dad, if I understood in my case, all the people who rejected me or didn't

help me by opening the door for me, then they are murderers.

Good son, you got it right.

Now, Dad, what do I do?

Number the pages you have written, you with I, who am helping you.

All right, Dad!

Son, how many pages are there?

Dad, there are seven sheets.

Well son, now leave everything there as it is... and I see that there is another 

sheet of paper without a number... on the table... that note or piece of paper is

fine.

Rest now son, which I know you need.

Thanks Dad!

Please.

Dad, I'm making coffee now and I noticed, as you know, the sheet in German, 

you know next to the Bible, doesn't have a number. What do I do…do I have to 

number it? Yes or no?

Son, no! Leave it as it is…and have breakfast now.

All right bye.

HI.

Son, have you had breakfast?

Yes, Dad.

What did you eat?

The last slice of bread with a little butter, jam and honey.

Like all together?

Dad, no. First I spread the butter on the bread, and then I cut the slice in 

half. In one, I put the jam and in the other half the honey.

Son, what jam is that?

Dad, it's strawberry jam, but on its glass jar it says plum.

And what did you do? My son.

Dad, you know that you and I like the truth.

Continue son, tell me.

Well Dad, with the pen I made a line and wrote the real content, that is: 

strawberries.

Son, did you do it today, yes or no?

No, Dad, you know that I did it in the past days, because yesterday exists even

in these little things.

Well done, son; you spoke the truth, because I, your Father God, saw you 

yesterday too.

Now son, the sister, who brings you food from above, came down and brought 

you some bread after that, is that true?

Yes, Dad. It is true.

Do you know why, son?

Dad, because you saw that it was over with me, and so then inside her, you 

spoke to him, telling her: before you go away, my daughter, bring your brother

some bread, so now I have bread, (thanks to you).

Have you, son, thanked your sister?

Dad, you know everything and see everything, ... of course yes, and I wished 

her to go slowly with the car, because as you know there is frost and snow 

outside.

Good son, I saw! You were kind to her, that is, your sister, that is, my daughter.

Now Dad, can I take a break?

Son, why do you ask me this? You can do anything you want, because you are 

a free child!

HI.

HI.

Son come, sit down and tell me; you ate?

Yes Dad, I ate it and it was good.

What?

I first cooked the rice with a little water and the salt that men discard and 

throw away in the streets. You know Dad, it's the same salt I cooked my pasta 

with yesterday.

Well done my son! You know salt very well, right?

Yes Dad, because when I was little I went to the rocks by the sea in Puglia

8.

barefoot, and I saw the salt and ate it.

Yes son, I saw you.

So you know what you're doing?

Sure Dad; you saw me and you taught me.

So son, why did the sister who lives above come down two days ago on Sunday

and tell you not to eat it? And you didn't say "fuck off" to her?

Dad, I have respect for others, but I controlled myself, because as you know "I 

AM ALWAYS ALONE" and I have to treat everyone with respect, especially 

those who help me survive.

Well done, son... because you have to make those who don't know you 

understand that you know what you do, that you know what you eat, and that 

you know what you say. Is that so son?

Yes, Dad.

Come on tell me.

Well, I know salt well, and I cooked some red lentils separately.

Like my son, red lentils? I who am your Father know dark lentils.

But Dad, on the package of lentils there are many brands and symbols made 

by men and one of them has the shape of a leaf with stars... which indicates 

the originality of the "organic" product... (well... only you know that).

Where are you going son, why did you get up if you were writing?

I got up to take the bag to see if it was so... ah, sorry Dad, I correct myself, 

that mark as described above is on the package of lentils and I think you made

them so red from birth, but I took the package of rice and that brand isn't 

there...and yet that too is a package containing food.

On the package of rice it says: “basmati reis”, with a photo of a bowl with 

white rice, cut peppers, mushrooms and parsley on the side.

Son, if you see those vegetables in the photo, did you also see those 

vegetables inside?

No, Dad; I only saw white rice...but Dad, why do they write "basmati reis" on 

the package if the rice is white? You can explain it to me, thanks.

Son, there's a lie there.

But Dad, why are they liars?

Son, I wonder that too; … don't worry, that's my job.

You son, keep telling and don't meddle in my work, otherwise you'll get 

hurt...understand?

Yes Dad. Well, once cooked and ready, (salted with the salt that they throw on 

the ground) I put everything in a pot and a small piece of onion, a little yellow 

pepper ("ORGANIC?"), mixed it all up and then I placed on the table.

Yes son, I saw you. Then what did you do, tell me…son are you still there?

Sorry Dad, I did some warming up.

Then I took a tea bag, where it says: BIRNE…

Son, why do you write in German, write in Italian in your own language.

Yes Dad,…

Translate the sachet label here.

Wait, I have to get up for a moment... there it says PER!

Good son, but you can also be a translator. And I wonder why you don't have a

job? I, your Father, will take care of it there!

Well, once I opened the sachet I poured some of it into the cooked dish... and 

then I started eating.

Did you use the spoon, son?

Yes, but the wooden one, because I don't like the taste on metal.

Son, I saw that you ate everything... was it good?

Yes, very good, Dad.

Now I have confirmation that you also know how to cook well, well 

done. Where did you learn it?

You know Dad in gastronomy, Italian, German, hotels, luxury restaurants etc…

Good son, and why, you who know so many things, find yourself in the middle 

of the street?

Dad, I wonder that too.

Son, you are not stupid. You are intelligent...and the stupid ones are those 

who left you without a job. I have seen that in the past you have sent, day, 

night (with fax...) with the computer, with the post, many job requests with all 

the school documents, for example, in Italy (ELECTRONIC EXPERT) and 

Germany ( INDUSTRIE KAUFMANN) but people laughed as soon as they saw 

your photo...wait, I'm going to *********************** beat them...and then tell

me !

9.

Dad, I'm writing to you, can you see me?

Yes son, I just finished talking to my employees..., here I am, tell me 

everything!

Here, I poured some of the tea into a glass of water, and I noticed that it 

doesn't smell like pears with Holunder berries, but like apples.

Are you sure of what you say, son?

Dad, you know that in the past I picked apples in Trentino, ... they grow them 

near the motorway, where there is a smell of cars.

Son, did you do that too? And how, the highway near the apples?

Yes, Dad.

Well done, you told the truth... because I saw you as you agilely climbed the 

trees, while the others sat comfortably on tractors laughing and talking... and 

you, young and strong, worked like a slave. I already know where to put 

those!

But Dad, in that period I also harvested the grapes.

Listen son, were they grapes with seeds or without seeds?

Dad, I don't remember, because about thirty-three years have passed.

Son, I have given men fruit with seeds, if by chance there is a tree (or vine) 

that bears fruit without seeds, there is the lie. They will get what they 

deserve, they will cry with gnashing of teeth.

Son, where are you, why don't you write anymore... ah now I see... yes, you 

went to the bathroom to poop, right?

Yes, now I'm here again. It is true!

Good, you told the truth son, because I saw you putting your fingers in the 

shit, if everything goes well, you know, you had worms too. Right, son?

Yes, Dad.

And…what is it? Are there worms inside, yes or no?

No, Dad... but I saw that there are seeds from the slice of bread I ate for 

breakfast. I can't digest seeds!

Like seeds in bread...but bread is made with flour and not with raw seed 

grains.

Dad, I don't understand anything anymore, because you find seeds 

everywhere in their dishes, but not on the ground. On the ground I only see 

waste or dry leaves, but no seeds to make paradise on earth. I feel like I'm in 

hell, Dad.

Son, don't worry, I'll take care of it there, who am your Father God.

Thanks Dad.

Dad, why did worms get to me in the past? Can I ask you this question?

Son, why do you ask me this question, when I already answered you last 

night?

Sorry Dad…

Go on and write the answer. But write the truth, because I throw all liars into 

eternal hell, and I, your Father God, make no distinction or preference for 

anyone, including you, who are my son.

Dad, in the past, since I am living a nightmare here, I wished to die, and I 

asked you if you would send cancer into my body.

Yes son, I heard your desire to die of cancer... but I didn't want to make you 

happy, because as I know, you are working for me, because you are Jesus.

But Dad, how am I Jesus? I have a passport that identifies my name and date, 

and place of birth... in Italy, and one in German. How can I be Jesus of 

Nazareth, if my name is NAME/SURNAME born 08 September 1964 in 

Barletta (BA)…no one believes it.

But my son, do you see your body and your face in the mirror, yes or no?

Yes, Dad.

Does Jesus have short or long hair in the Crucifixes? Answer me son!

Dad, Jesus has long hair and a beard.

Good boy! Son, was Jesus scourged according to the four Gospels (Matthew, 

Mark, Luke and John) yes or no? Answers!

Yes, Dad! It's all written there!

Do you, my son, have materials regarding "THE SHROUD" the linen cloth 

found in Turin inside "IL DUOMO", yes or no?

Yes, I have everything documented.

Well done son!

Son, I saw you going around Italy, Austria, Germany with t-shirts depicting the

"FACE" of Jesus Christ, based on research done by NASA. Is it true son, yes or

no?

Yes, Dad it's true!

Well done, I saw you leaving that image of your face in the churches and 

where I sent you... and then you waited if someone recognized you; is he a 

real son, yes or no?

10.

Yes, it's true. Dad.

Son, do you know what “NASA” is, yes or no?

Sure Dad; there are all competent people there, who do space research, who 

have sophisticated and observation machinery.

Well done, son...and you know it, that the land is mine; and is everything on it 

mine, including their cars too? Yes or no?

Yes, Dad, I know, and that's why I started to be a pilgrim to warn them that 

you are my Dad, and that God exists... because you gave me the body of 

Christ, but with a another name.

Righteous son; but did you leave any documents and messages to the 

authorities of the church or the German federal state? Yes or no?

Yes Dad, I did all that, right up to the police authorities.

Well done, my son. You told the truth!

Now Dad, why did I have worms if you are my doctor, since I have no way to 

cure myself.

As a son, do you ask me this question? What if you know the answer?

Ah... Dad, sorry I lost the thread of the conversation... well Dad, if I asked you 

to die eaten by cancer, and you gave me cancer, how could I have this 

relationship here with you now?

Well done, son... you had cancer and it was eating you, because everyone 

hates you even if you are good... and to save you I sent worms into your 

stomach that worked at night to save your life. The worms must eat, and the 

worms that I sent you and made to grow, eat the cancer.

So Dad, are almost all operations that happen in hospitals lies for profit?

Yes my son, you told the truth.

The analyzes they do the next day with urine, for example, contain what I, 

your Father God, have fixed. The poison must exit the body…and the body 

excretes waste through feces and urine.

Now hypocritical men take what I have discarded and declare that the patient 

is sick. But the disease is inside the waste and not inside the patient treated 

by me.

So Dad is it all a lie?

You can't say this, because there is also the good who isn't stupid!

Thanks Dad.

You're welcome, son, but you said you no longer have worms, right? Yes or no?

Real dad! Yes, I, your son, no longer have worms.

So, son, this justifies that you are healthy and they are the sick ones!

Hi Dad. See you soon.

See you soon son...by the way, how many papers did you write in total?

As you have seen, there are now a total of ten sheets. Hi Dad.

HI.

Son, don't correct anything... what I wrote otherwise is a fake.

Sorry, Dad.

Son wake up!

Son can you hear me?

Yes Dad.

Son, it's time to get up. Do you hear footsteps above your head?

Yes Dad, I can hear them.

So son, there is someone who woke up before you and you are still there 

under the covers! Now get up!

Dad, can I spend another five minutes thinking?

Yes son, but only five minutes., see you later.

Son, the minutes have passed, but I left you a little more time. What did you 

think?

I wanted to think what is beautiful to me, but I seemed to see with naked eyes 

only dark spots walking on the wall.

11.

Then as I thought, I thought, again to myself; what are those spots? And as I 

continued to think, I saw that they were cockroaches.

Son, but you know that where you sleep everything is clean, because you are 

clean, right?

Yes, it's true Dad. So why, Dad, did I see not the good, but the opposite for 

me?

Son, because it was I, your Father God and Lord who made you see in your 

thoughts, not what you desired, but what I, your Father, desire.

But Dad, why did you do that?

Because it was time to get up, and then work for me.

How to work for you, Dad?

Yes son, because you became a writer.

Dad, but if I remember correctly, at school I wasn't good at Italian, and my 

grades were always insufficient.

Son, I see you speak the truth. Good boy! It is I, your Father who makes 

people grow and educate, including you, my son.

If I already made you learned from birth, as men desire, how could you have 

worked for me now? They would have put you in a palace inside and beautiful 

on the outside... and perhaps you would have felt safe, saved and protected, 

until the day you retired.

After that, I would have seen that you do everything for others, and instead 

you did nothing for me; instead of pension as a reward, I would have given you

death (because, the world is mine, and it is I who gives life, or death), and 

instead of enjoying old age, you would have been thrown into eternal hell.

Son where are you?

I went for a moment to take a sip of water, with a little mint.

Like son, the mint? And where did you get it, if outside, when you open the 

door, you only find snow and cold?

Dad, like you nothing remains hidden, in a cupboard in the kitchen there is 

some tea in a bag with the label, which says it is mint.

Son, are you sure?

Yes Dad, I know mint, because when I went barefoot, that is, barefoot, on the 

meadows in the plains and in the mountains, I ate the grass... and there I also 

recognized mint.

How, son, and you are not dead?

But Dad, of course not, because how could I write to you now?

Well done, son you told the truth! But before you ate grass, what did you do 

with your arm? What were you asking?

Well Dad, since as you know I wasn't born yesterday, during my life I met a 

sister, your daughter, who taught me to recognize the art of Chinese medicine.

Explain to me son, how?

In the palm of your hand, if possible on the left where your heart beats, you 

take the "THING", in this case it is the collected grass, and ask yourself the 

following:

Is what I have in my hand healthy?

Say yes!

But with the other free arm, i.e. the right, I put pressure on the left palm, and 

if the confirmation is “YES”… in this case, the left arm remains rigid.

Son, I'm sorry I didn't understand well. What should the left arm be like 

before asking the question? You know it?

Yes, Dad... the left arm must form a line between the left shoulder and the 

palm or rather the left hand.

Well, son, thank you…now I understand. So if his arm went down at the time 

you asked the question, does that mean he's unhealthy?

True, Dad…but maybe it's not healthy for me, but maybe it's healthy for 

someone else.

Son, well done, you told the truth! Because what I Father God build can do 

good for you, and it can hurt others.

But son, you also ate poisonous plants, didn't you?

Yes, Dad!

Why, son?

Because I was tired of suffering.

How tired of suffering if you are a gift to me; my son... I don't understand. You

have. the feet and therefore also the legs, the hands and therefore also the 

arms, the hair on the head and therefore also the mouth etc... you have 

everything you need to be happy, because many already from birth do not 

have legs and therefore do not they can walk, they have no hands and 

therefore cannot write or play the guitar etc…because my son, you did this.

Well, I confess, because everyone leaves me alone, they don't open the door 

for me when I knock, they didn't wash me, they didn't give me a glass of water

when I was thirsty, they didn't give me a cloak to cover me, they didn't 

welcome me into the their parties, they didn't give me a bed to sleep in, they 

didn't take me in their cars, they didn't help me when I was hungry or when I 

asked for help!

As my son, you are my son and they didn't help you but left you alone! Wait 

until I come back immediately and I'll sort it out for those who rejected you... 

and this will be done judiciously!

Thanks Dad…but Dad, have mercy on them.

Son, don't meddle in my work! I am me! You are you!

UNDERSTOOD!!!

12.

Son?

Yes Dad.

Son, listen to me! I saw that you are now sitting down, after eating. It was 

good?

Yes, thanks... as you know Dad, this time I took some change that my sister 

gave me.

And then?

After eating, you need to clean the dishes.

You son, how do you wash the dishes?

That's me, and I wash them with only hot and cold water.

Like my son, only hot water and with cold water, no soap?

Yes Dad.

Good son, you told the truth, and I think it's right, because in this way you 

don't pollute the environment around you, because the environment is mine 

too... and I want you to respect everything that belongs to me.

Son, did you use a little or a lot of water?

Dad, a little water, just enough for me and then I drank it.

As a son, did you drink the water you used to wash the dishes?

Yes Dad, because I felt a little thirsty, and I saw that that water was good, 

since it had the flavors of what I ate, with all the substances necessary for a 

healthy body... fats, vitamins, sugars etc…

Good son, but you have also become a water saver... and why since you now 

find yourself in a place where there is plenty of water?

Dad, because I saw, where you sent me, up to the extreme tip of Puglia, that 

they throw the water on the street in their plastic bottles, instead of 

cultivating the land or using it as it should be.

And what did you do when you saw this abomination?

You know, Dad, that I know that you see everything... I picked some of them 

and I watered almost dry plants and I got my feet wet, because in that period 

it was scorching hot, and I drank some of it.

Well done son, you told the truth and I give you praise, because you also 

cleaned Puglia.

Yes Dad, but there is a lot of dirt there...and yet when I see a magazine of 

what Puglia is like, there in their photos, it seems all clean as it should be, but

instead it has become a dunghill there too.

Why son did you drink the water that they throw away, after they send it in 

with their stinky means of transport? Haven't you drunk the water from the 

Apulian aqueduct?

Every now and then, but that water isn't good for me, because it's full of 

chlorine, and chlorine kills your health.

Son, what do I hear from you, is the water from the aqueduct in Puglia full of 

poison?

Yes! Dad.

Yet there is someone there who works to control the waters, and the health 

ministries!

Wait for me there, leave everything written like this and don't delete 

anything... I'll be right back now.

All right Dad, see you later.

Son are you there?

Dad, will you call me?

Yes, like, don't pretend you don't understand...come on and sit down.

All right, Dad, I'll come and sit where you are.

But son, how can you tell me to sit where I am, how can you sit, if for example 

a brother sits; what are you doing sitting on his legs?

Come on, don't talk nonsense!

Dad, it's just a way of saying that you are everywhere, even where I'm not.

Well, now I like it. Well done, you told the truth.

What have you done?

Dad, I tidied up a bit.

Good, I like order with the head, and not with the ass. You know, son, the 

police forces were also created by me... they have nice uniforms, with many 

things attached to their shoulders and many comfortable and luxurious 

modern cars... is this true, son?

Yes Dad, it's all true.

Good son, and tell me my son... are they competent for you, do they bring 

order where there is disorder? Yes or no?

Dad, no!

Well done, you told the truth. But I always see them going with their vehicles 

and beautiful uniforms and beautiful women, even in uniform, up and 

down. Where are they going, son?

Dad, I often saw them running after a ball.

Like, behind a ball? I do not understand. Explain me!

Yes Dad, where there is a football or "sports" ball they go there too.

Son, what do you say... instead of cleaning up, they play football?

No, Dad. They stand there and watch the spectators urinate and litter on the 

floor making a lot of noise, drunk or not.

As a son, I don't understand! Who are the drunks, or the people who make 

noise?

Dad, they are the fans outside the stadiums and inside the stadiums... you will 

understand that for a ball that goes into the net, they scream for joy.

Where the fans go, the dirt also arrives... because they throw their waste, 

cigarettes, bottles, glass on the ground and so on...

13.

Excuse me dad, I got up to get some writing paper, and I found this here; it is 

fine for me.

Yes, son, that's fine too, because you have to use that too when the other 

paper isn't there... because from now on you can't throw anything away, since 

they've made a mess, now let's clean it up!

My son, if I saw me, you saw it too.

Yes Dad it's like that, because my eyes are your eyes.

Well done son, you told the truth, now I'm going to bring order, but in my own 

way, because how can there be progress if there is no order.

Son, wait for me there and then I'll come back.

As you wish, Dad.

Son?

Dad, I'm here, I'm listening to you.

Did you eat fruit?

Yes, now I ate a banana.

Son, I see that there is also an apple there. Why the banana, if there is an 

apple?

Dad, I wanted to eat the banana.

Good, you take what you have now, without exaggerating... but why did you 

have a little blood on your gums?

Dad, I didn't see blood on the gums, but after the bite on the banana.

Son, I'm sorry, I don't understand you.

Daddy, I meant while I was biting her.

Well done, son you spoke the truth.

Well son, do you brush your teeth, yes or no?

No, Dad.

And why? Don't have a toothbrush and toothpaste?

No, Dad.

And how long has it been since you used both?

Since two years; Dad.

But your teeth are all full of amalgam and some are filled.

Yes, it's true Dad... but when I was little I already had "baby" teeth and I went 

to the dentist and even later, with my new teeth, they drilled me.

Son, and the wisdom teeth, where are they?

Dad, as soon as they were coming out, they already eradicated them from me.

But son, those are the teeth I gave you to use, but not to remove.

Dad, was I wrong? Or did you have the wrong dentist?

Son, only I know the truth, because you too are there to learn.

Wait for me there, I'll be right back now. If you want, eat the apple, see you 

later son.

Yes Dad, see you later.

Son sit down.

Yes Dad, I'm sitting down now.

Is it day or night now, son?

Dad, it's day.

Good, you told the truth...so, the two of us broke up last night. Real?

Yes, Dad.

Now, what did you find on the paper, where are you writing?

Bread, butter and an apple.

Good son, you spoke the truth.

Who brought them to you?

The sister upstairs.

But you, son, where were you at that moment?

Dad, I was lying on the floor in the bedroom, and I heard someone opening a 

door with keys, without knocking.

What have you done, son.

I stayed in the room and asked, “Hello? Wer ist? (Who is?)

Son, who answered you afterwards?

I heard the voice of the sister upstairs... who told me: "I brought some bread, 

because I'm going out this morning, we'll talk again at noon."

I replied to him, from the room where I was still lying: “thank you sister! Do 

you have an apple for me?"

She replied: “not now, but I'll bring it to you later.”

I continued by telling her: “sister, please, I need the apple now; do me this 

courtesy, bring it now.”

So the sister gave me what I wanted, and I wished her a good day.

Well done, son you spoke the truth; take that apple now and give it a bite... 

have you done what I told you, son?

Yes, Dad.

Now you see that that apple has the marks of your teeth on it, do you see 

traces of blood on the apple, yes or no?

No, Dad.

So son, your teeth and gums are healthy.

Last night how did you brush your teeth, if you don't have a toothbrush and 

toothpaste... come on, tell me.

Dad with a finger in his mouth and then I took a little piece of ingwer 

(GINGER) and rubbed it on each tooth, a little water to rinse and spat it 

out. Dad, this card is finished too.

(sheet 13) Now I'll take what's left with the photo.

Yes son, do as you said.

14.

Son, have you done?

Yes Dad.

Well now have breakfast. Later.

See you later, Dad.

Son, sit down and write!

I'm here, like you told me. I listen to you, Dad.

Well, I saw that you had breakfast, bread, butter, a little honey and coffee... 

but before starting, what did you do?

Dad, I took the Bible, you know the one you gave me "without comments" DIE 

HEILIGE SCHRIFT,

that I carry it at my hips, with a belt and container (all given by you to me) 

and I opened it.

Dad, I opened the Bible in the middle.

As in the middle, I don't understand son, explain to me.

Where there is the book of the prophet JesaJa, and my eyes have “told” me to 

read where I see.

And that is, son?

The verse Jesaja 30, and immediately after the verse Jesaja 29/9-16.

https://www.vatican.va/archive/ITA0001/__PNB.HTM

Son, did you understand what you read? Yes or no?

Dad, no.

Well done son, because you told the truth, because you read point thirty twice,

since now you have to reread it with me, together; while Jesaja twenty-nine 

towards nine until sixteen, you understood it well; because last night, before 

you went to bed, I saw you with my own eyes, that you read that verse 

twice. Real son? Yes or no?

Yes, Dad. It is true.

Good son, now let's reread point thirty together. Read it in your mind.

Have you done it, son?

Yes, Daddy…but up to the point Jesaja 30/verse 7.

Well son now you have told the truth of the truth, what you really read, 

because then you didn't continue anymore.

Listen son, for what you have read, so shall it be, for you are my 

mouthpiece. Word of your Father God Abba and Lord. Amen.

Wait for me, I'll be right back, ... see you later, son:

Son, sit down and tell me, what are you drinking now?

A tea, with two sachets taken from the same container as last time.

Well done, my son. Tell me is there something wrong?

Yes Dad. In one bag there was “apple / holunder”, while in the other there was

“pear / holunder”. I think, Dad, that the sachets are mixed…one is right, and 

the other is not right. Right, Dad?

Son, well done. You told the truth. Wait for me there again, and go get some 

paper, and I'll go and settle these hypocritical liars in my own way; because 

where they have to carry out checks properly, they don't do them well; while 

where there is nothing to control, there they control well. I'll be right back, 

son...bye.

Hi Dad.

Son!

Yes Dad, I'm here. Tell me.

Did you get the card?

Yes Dad, and now I'm starting another sheet.

The new sheet is number fifteen. True, son... yes or no?

Yes, Dad!

15.

Good son; but you have to write the number above on the left.

Dad, I'll do it now. Well, now I've written number 15.

Dad, sorry but I have to go to the toilet.

Go son, why are you saying sorry to me? ... it's normal to go and relieve 

yourself, otherwise you're sick. Get up and go.

Yes, Dad.

Son, I see you're done. Look, not to get your personal facts, what did you do, 

poop or pee?

Dad, what question is this?

You, son...answer me!

Both, Dad.

Well. Did you wash your hands and wipe your ass? Yes or no?

Yes, Dad.

Only water?

No Dad, with soap, because otherwise I smell like poop.

Good son, you spoke the truth. Now, when you went to knock on other 

people's doors, where I sent you... did you know that you also smelled of 

urine?

Yes, Dad.

And what were you doing there?

I asked to wash myself.

Well, there was someone who rejected you, telling you: "go away, you can't 

come to me"; or in other circumstances have they called you a bum?

Yes, Dad. It happened.

Wait for me, I'll go there now, and that's enough.

Son, did you turn over the paper?

Yes, I shot it, Dad.

Well. If you see a person with long hair and a beard, what do you think?

Dad, I can think that it's more outside than inside. That is, he works outside, 

and he stays inside at home.

Why so, my son?

Because, before when I worked in the office I had short hair and I cut my 

beard.

Listen son, those two documents you have with you now, no the child identity 

card, are you wearing a beard and long hair in the photo?

No, Dad.

Good son, but if someone sees you again or meets you, how can he recognize 

you, if you are different from when you broke up?

Dad, I think...that it is enough to see me in the eyes and recognize my spirit or

soul or my "I".

Good son, you said it right. Because it's not the clothes you wear that you can 

change, but it's the inside that counts.

Son, do you know who has the power to take the inside and throw it into the 

eternal sewer?

Yes Dad, just you and no one else.

Well. The answer is correct. Take another sheet.

16.

You took?

Yes.

Write the number sixteen.

Done.

Listen son; if I understood correctly, you have a beard and long hair, because 

you need them to work, in this case for me. Real?

Yes, Dad. Because the beard protects me from a sore throat or I don't know 

what, cold for example, while long hair protects me from the sun, from the 

cold, from insects; because if a person is outside at night in the summer there 

are mosquitoes or etc...

Therefore, my son, it is as important to respect yourself as it is to respect 

others. Real?

Yes Dad.

But you, were you ashamed when you could wash yourself and you didn't 

wash?

Yes Dad, later.

Do you see that I educate you?

And when were you not ashamed, son?

When I wanted to wash, but there was no washing to do.

Good son, because there I also saw the other, because the other is also my 

son... because I help the right and punish the wrong. But when I see the fake 

then they beat it there.

Dad, can I tell you something?

Yes son, I listen to you.

Listen Dad, I recently saw a film... The Passion of the Christ... (wait I have to 

turn the paper over

that's it) ...so I was saying, you know the film with the American director, who 

I don't know.

Wait my son; like the American director you don't know. He is also my son, and

I know him very well. Explain to me, what do you mean, you don't know.

Yes, Dad; because I only know those who I see, or hear, or touch real... that is, 

if I see the real person, for me it is already as if I know him, at least by sight.

If I hear the real voice, for me it is already as if I know it, at least with the 

hands that you gave me.

Well son, I follow you…continue.

The American director, like all actors, or photos or images in shop windows 

etc.... are nothing to me... like plastic, or paper; because in the event that the 

director meets him casually in a square, and calls him by name, he perhaps 

turns and greets me; but it is not he who calls me by name or greets me, since

he, before that meeting, did not know that I exist or existed.

Good son, you said it right. Because I too recognize all images as images, but 

not as people.

So son, when a person talks on the phone, what do you think…?

Wait for me, Dad, I have to get another sheet of paper.

There you go number seventeen.

I saw son. Well done, continue.

Yes Dad; because with the telephone one speaks to another, and the other 

responds by also speaking with the telephone... but in the end they only spoke 

with the piece of plastic.

And you my son, how do you communicate with me?

With thought, because you are the builder of "my phone", that is, my head.

Right, son... continue, you said right, but what do your brothers or sisters 

think if you tell them, what you have now told me with "our phone"?

If I say this, they call me sick or crazy.

And no son, because for me the sick are those who don't want to recognize 

"my phone" that is the thought, because I am the potter, while you are the 

vase...

Now calmly reread what we wrote today together with "our phone"...and if 

you see that a comma is missing...correct because I see that too.

Hi son, you did well, see you later.

Yes Dad, but now I'm taking a bit of a break. I can?

Of course yes! HI.

HI.

Dad are you there?

Yes son I listened to you. It's good to play a musical instrument, right?

Yes Dad. I thank you for giving me this opportunity, wait, I'll turn the page...

Yes because, as you know, if you give me everything so easily, in the end I no 

longer appreciate anything.

Right son, but you weren't born to play the guitar professionally, were you?

Yes, Dad.

But how did you understand it?

Dad, your experience made me understand. It wasn't me.

Right son, but I saw that with music by listening to it or playing it, you freed 

yourself to think, right?

Yes, Dad.

Why, son?

I understand Dad, that you gave the man (ADAM) a gift...since Adam was 

alone and thought to himself, (because I too am alone, as Adam was also 

alone):

What's the point of having everything when you don't have anyone to share it 

with?

Good son, you said it right. You can have everything, but in the end you have 

nothing, because you don't share it with anyone else... only with yourself.

True Dad, and it's boring like that.

So, you Daddy being God, and with God everything is possible, you gave a gift 

to your son Adam.

Yes son, tell me, why?

For Adam spoke to you while he dreamed, and you listened to him; and the 

following day Adam had Eva next to him (LIFE)...right Dad?

Yes son, now it's almost evening... light the candle you have before your eyes.

18.

Dad there was a break...but I'm here now.

Yes son, I saw and I heard.

Dad, but I didn't write these things about Adam and Eve, but it was written by 

whoever you sent... that is, I Am also.

Good son, you have recognized that he or she, before or after you, you too are,

and are. This is written, before you are now.

But Dad, how much longer do we have to wait, until they begin to understand, 

what "I AM" I tried to understand, and I found, because you helped me.

Son, everything has its time. Anyone who doesn't search obviously can't find, 

because I don't measure people's time with their watch, but I measure it 

based on their heartbeat. At the end of the day, everyone will have to give me 

an account of what they have done. If I, your Father God and Lord, give my 

trust, and the son or daughter turns their back on me and pride grows in him 

or her, in this case I too will not dare to lend my ear to their cry for help.

Whoever does not listen to the one I send, in this case you, my son, or 

whoever will be, I will not have compassion.

Dad, I am tired of this double game, but I am not allowed to judge, given that I

am also judged by those who can judge me, given that I am also judged by 

those who can judge me, only you My Father and nobody else.

Right my son, ... therefore, do not insist on watering where the plant is now 

dry and dead.

Thanks Dad for your advice.

Take a break now.

Son, write as much as I, your Father, told you.

Yes Dad.

Whoever puts his hands in the plow and then turns back to look is no longer fit

eternally, I repeat eternally, to enter my kingdom. Amen!

Son, did you want to confess a lie to me?

Yes, Dad.

Tell me which.

Well in the film THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST, as mentioned above, I never 

built that table.

Well done son, because no one wanted that table at that time.

Now Dad, I ask you please, to stop, once and for all, showing images, or 

magazines, or writing books that are not consistent with the life he finds 

himself living in, that is, lies and imaginative absurdities.

Son, I will do everything so that you will be happy.

Thanks Dad.

You worked well son, good night.

Hello to you too Dad.

19.

Write, son!

Get up, son!

Son why don't you want to hear me?

Son, what are you doing, do you still want to stay under the covers?

Don't answer son. All right; you decided to continue dreaming. But you are not

dreaming anything yet, because I your Father God Abba and Lord also knows 

and sees whether you dream or not.

You don't want to listen to me.

Now you will have as a dream what I send you.

Now son I see you now sitting there and your breathing is labored with 

spasms, right son?

Yes Dad, it's true.

So, do you know why?

Yes Daddy, because it is you who is inside me, and you encourage me to do 

what is right.

Good son…what's the matter son, are you getting more agitated?

Yes Dad.

The writing is not as beautiful as before but is starting to be irregular.

True my son?

Yes, it's all true Dad.

Well done, you told the truth, now drink a glass of water.

Son sit down.

How are you doing now? I see that your breathing has fallen asleep and that 

your body no longer trembles as before. Real?

Yes Dad.

You see, my son, a glass of water is enough to calm you down. Everything else 

that men give is of absolutely no use. It is for profit only.

Did you have these pangs before speaking to me, who am you Father God?

Yes Dad...wait a minute...I'll come right away...and....I have

19/1.

the number of the written sheet, and I turned the page.

Well son I saw. Now go to the toilet, because I know that you urgently need to 

do so. Real son?

Yes, it's true. I'm going.

Done Dad...now I'm calming down more and more, and...

Son, I see your handwriting is getting sweeter and sweeter.

Yes Dad.

So son, if you had written on their typewriters, how can a person tell you that 

you are nervous or calm. This is not possible, because you have everything you

need to communicate. WORD OF YOUR FATHER GOD. Amen.

Dad.

Tell me son about...what did you see with your eyes lent to you by me?

Dad, I've seen that those who deliver letters, the postmen, bring many letters 

with them, but a good part of them are advertising messages or commercial 

correspondence.

So son, what you saw is true.

Yes Dad, therefore, if a postal worker has to post for example one hundred 

letters (or envelopes), around eighty of them are complaints or similar things, 

and instead twenty are also real letters.

As my son, real letters, what does it mean?

Real, to me, means made by human hand or human fingers as it should always

be.

I saw you deleted. Why?

Because Dad, whoever writes must also read and correct.

Right son, but don't "correct" where it is already correct, otherwise it is a 

fake. WORD OF YOUR FATHER GOD AND LORD.

Practically son if this is true, eighty percent of the letters are just paper 

"GARBAGE". True, yes or no?

19/2.

Dad, I accidentally left a blank page... what do I do?

Son, everything has to be written down, use your head... find a system to put 

it in order without distorting anything.

Yes Dad, I'll think about it now.

I call the page behind it, page 19/1.

I call this page, page 19/2.

And then the blank page I'll call page nineteen bar 3.

Now son, let's go back to the previous discussion about paper garbage. What 

is your answer, yes or no?

Dad, my answer is: YES!

Wait while I go and check and come back. You have breakfast. See you later 

son.

Yes, see you later Dad.

Son, come on, I'm here again, ... leave the cup of tea there and sit down, we 

must now continue working!

Here I am ready, Dad.

Good boy.

Dad, sorry to interrupt you, can I ask you a question?

Of course yes, tell me.

Dad, if eighty out of a hundred letters are "POSTAL GARBAGE", does that 

mean that eighty out of a hundred people who work are also staff garbage? Is 

that so, or am I wrong in thinking?

Son, only I know the truth, you Father God and Lord, not everything that is 

good is good; but there is also something that is not good that is good.

I understood Dad, but I have often seen, that other brothers deliver the mail 

up to the top floor of the building, running up and down. While I have seen 

others carrying the same mail or similar things, getting in and out of the cars.

Wait, now I'll take page 19/3 which is blank...

19/3.

...so, when we write, Dad, the page in the end will no longer be completely 

blank.

Go ahead son, and don't get lost in the discussion, which is more important 

than your stupidities! Don't be stupid, son. Which we are not playing, here we 

are working, because I, your Father God, have a fire inside me and I can't wait

for it to start burning, period.

Sorry, Dad.

I saw Dad, that there are more cars than bicycles, which they use; between 

one delivery and another, they smoke a cigarette and then throw it on the 

floor, waiting for the others to clean up.

Son, you spoke the truth.

Tell me tell me…

Dad, then I saw that those who come to clean use other means suitable for 

cleaning the streets or streets, but the rubbish that is on the flowerbeds or 

plants, lawns, they don't take it there, but they pretend not to have seen it.

Well done son, you saw well!

I have often seen other people, well dressed appropriately to keep the 

environment clean, who pretend to be active too, but the paper, or the 

cigarette, or the plastic, or the glass, or all the "disgust" they don't pick it 

up, ...and yet they all have full bellies; they look like women in the seventh 

month of pregnancy.

You will understand that in some points, where the streets meet, such as train 

stations, they have created surveillance systems, which prohibited me from 

doing so, given that the garbage was also there.

Son you spoke the truth. Leave everything as it is, don't correct anything 

anymore, take another sheet of paper, number twenty... and soon, I'll go with 

the cane and come back.

Yes Dad, I'll do as you told me.

20.

Son, sit down... approach sheet number twenty, take the pen in your hand, 

observe that your right thumb is now stained with blood; ... explain to me why,

since the blood is mine too.

Dad, well after we stopped writing, I thought about going out for a moment to 

stretch my legs.

First, however, I tidied up the house a bit and put some clothes outside on a 

drying rack in the fresh air and full sun.

Son, reread and correct, there are some spelling errors.

All right. I'll do it now.

There you go, Dad.

Continue with the story.

After tidying up, I went out to see if the fawns had eaten as much as I had 

given them last night.

But son, if you are now dependent on my other children, how can you say: “I 

had given”?

You see that you are making a mistake, because you did not give by yourself 

what you gave, but you gave.

Like Dad, I don't understand you.

Son, if with your hands you give to others, people, animals, fish etc.... what 

others have given you, I who am your Father and nothing remains hidden from

me, I have seen that others have also contributed to accomplishing the good 

gesture; in this case, the sister who brings you the dishes or so-called "food" 

useful for living.

Right Dad, now I understand...I'll continue with the story:

Not seeing them, I set out following their tracks and climbed up to the fence.

Continues!

Above, there is a bench located on the other side of the fence, which acts as a 

fence.

After observing, I realized that the current fence replaced the previous one, 

fixed on reinforced concrete pillars.

I don't understand, son. Explain yourself better.

The new fence has pipes that act as posts on a base; while the old base was 

not removed or eliminated, but was thrown downwards. The old base, built 

from reinforced concrete, i.e. with metal bars, is thus exposed and is a danger 

for people and for those who are there, i.e. in this case the fawns.

Read again, son, and correct the text.

Yes, Dad.

Done.

Continues!

I tried to remove a small part, but I couldn't, as it is covered in snow and 

bushes.

After taking a few steps, I noticed that there is a discarded bottle there; I was 

also unable to remove it, because it was now "imprisoned" by the frost, plants 

and moss.

Now Dad, one thing bothers me.

Tell me son, I listen to you.

Well, I can understand that now, there is no point in working as a gardener, 

the climate outside doesn't allow it, but whoever is responsible and has been 

hired to keep this small space clean, why doesn't he do it?

21. (new sheet)

And then Father, why do they put benches in a place where the view is behind 

those who sit?

Son again, tell…tell me everything; I am here with you.

Yes, Dad.

Why does Dad come along who sits down, drinks what he wanted to drink, 

throws his waste where it is and doesn't change the world, which is now 

unclean? …what do these people want? What are they waiting for? That Jesus 

Christ comes down from the CROSS with open arms, and hugs them all, and 

he starts cleaning where they dirty? Dad, I'm pissed off by these dicks; I would

like, with all my good heart, to give him a good kick in the ass, and close the 

door in his face forever.

Dad please listen to my prayer, do it yourself, because only you can do what I 

am not allowed to do.

Good son, you said it right.

I'll go down and make him spit blood forever!

Now my son, get up... and we'll talk again after lunch.

Yes Dad.

Dad, sorry...I can correct the text.

Son of course yes, but now, let me work.

HI.

HI.

Son I saw you cooked and had lunch, was it good?

Yes Dad. And at the end of lunch you had a glass of water as a digestive.

Yes, it's all true, because drinking water was suggested by you inside my 

thoughts, while I was thinking about something else.

Good son, you spoke the truth. In your opinion, why did I send you this 

“MESSAGE” without sending you a postman?

Because you, Father, are the one who sees everything, and therefore you 

Father sent me another message: as an image a fountain located near a 

monastery.

Good son, why drink water first, and then water as a fountain?

You, my son, try to explain to me why?

*********** Deleted, …wait… here I'll answer you like this, Dad.

The glass of water is important to my health now; this is why your first 

message has priority.

The “monastery” fountain is the theme of what I am writing with you now, that

is:

together, at the "monastery" fountain, I keep in mind all the people who went 

to fill their bottles or containers with that water, because they were convinced

that that water is holy.

Go ahead son, I like the theme...keep explaining it to me.

Yes Dad; if for them the water they drink from that fountain is holy, they too 

think they will become saints, that is, pure of their sins and then enter 

paradise.

And you, son, what do you think? Is this the way to enter heaven? Yes or no?

No, Dad.

And why, son.

Because the way to enter paradise does not just consist of drinking clean 

water, but consists of cleaning and not dirtying the water and the entire 

environment, outside and inside.

Good son, you said it right. Whoever cleans with heart enters paradise, 

whoever dirty and doesn't clean or sees and doesn't react... must be thrown 

into eternal fire. Now, break son!

22.

Son, get up and write everything I command you!

Son deletes the word…order…

Calm down son, have a glass of water.

Yes, Dad.

Is it better already, son?

Yes Dad, it's already better!

I see you calmer now. Well done, let's start again... and don't change the 

text. Understood!

Yes, Dad.

So, son, get up and write all this down calmly. We still have time.

Well.

See, what are you doing, son?

Yes, Dad.

Well, so I wanted you to get up from where you sleep, because today is the 

consequence of yesterday.

Our work last night took a break. Real son?

Yes, Dad.

Now write the number, top left, of the sheet.

Done.

What did you do before you sat down.

Dad, I took the warm socks, which were on top of the radiator, as well as the 

sweater (leaning there) and covered myself.

And the pants?

Those too, yes it's true.

I see that you are wearing clothes that are not for your size; why son?

Dad, these are all clothes that I received by knocking on doors, and I took 

what I needed at the time.

Wide trousers have more fabric, that is, more material, and the body in 

movement expands with the muscles, and then, in a state of rest, rests.

Therefore, if I had worn clothing that was tight to the shape of my body, that 

is, adherent to the skin, when I found myself moving, I would have had 

pressure between the muscles and the fabric itself; that is, unfit and healthy 

to myself.

So son, if I your Father God, have understood you correctly, are all clothes 

that are tight to the body unhealthy? What do you think son, yes or no?

Yes! That is, clothing that is tight to the body creates more ******* (GATE) 

complications for the body itself.

Good son said, the truth.

Now have breakfast. Later.

Yes, Dad. Later.

Sorry dad, I'll correct the accents and commas. I can?

Yes, but not the words!

OK!

Son, have you had breakfast?

Yes, Dad.

What did you do for breakfast this morning?

Dad, how you see everything, you already know, that is:

half a slice of bread, butter and honey.

1 cup apple tea.

Is that all, son?

Yes Dad, I told the truth!

Yes, I saw it, and it's true. Now my son, you couldn't always afford a breakfast 

like today, and how could you have it if you don't have, and don't want to have,

the money... she says!

Dad, I used to go and knock...but not always, because in the centres, or rather

in the villages, inhabited centres, there are places where you can have 

breakfast already in the morning.

Well done... tell me now.

But...well, wait, now I have to think for a moment, Dad.

Son, think and take a new sheet, number twenty-two.

Yes…-no, Dad. The number 23.

23.

Good son, you have to check, because if you don't check how can you 

understand if it's right or wrong? So, write the number above, and let's move 

on with the discussion.

Well Dad, you know that I always have the BIBLE with me, and reading your 

commandments,

BOOK: EXODUS 20

BOOK: DEUTER…5

there is the commandment not to steal.

Did you steal son?

No, Dad. I asked, or went to get what was necessary for me, and queuing like 

everyone else "at the checkout" I declared that I have no money or things to 

pay for, but I'm hungry.

Now son, read again and then pause... okay?

Yes, Dad.

Are you ready, son?

Yes, I'm ready now.

Son, you wrote and mentioned the "locals"; what do you mean by local, explain

to me?

Dad, places are places where one can sit, or stand leaning on a table, and 

consume what one has taken from the merchandise counters or similar things.

Well done, you said it right. But son, a place is also a local café or a place of a 

restaurant, hotel... right?

Yes, Dad…

Because to locate means to put together with others, like “There, you find 

it!” …is that so Dad?

More or less, my son. Now pause son, my daughter, sister called you...go 

ahead.

HI.

Bye see you soon.

Son, hello, where have you been?

Dad, I went to “Marta” and “Maria”…

How, from “Marta” and “Maria”, I don't understand you? Explain yourself 

clearly when you talk to me!

Yes. Now, ... well, I had just finished writing on the page, when suddenly my 

sister, who lives on the floor above, arrived and invited me to come up to her 

house. At that moment, I replied: “I'm coming.” So, I got up from the chair, 

and the mink hat, as well as the fur coat, the scarf that I was wearing at that 

moment, I hung them on the back of the chair, in which I now write.

As a son, you dress for writing, with the fur coat, the hat, and the 

“CHASMIER” scarf. Dad, excuse me, how do you spell “CASCHMIR”?

As you wish, son, ... continue, now it becomes interesting.

Well, Dad, if I write, I don't move my body. But only one arm, and not 

everything else. In order to write, I must be healthy and not with a cold, 

otherwise how could I think right, if my head feels cold? Or better; if the body,

lent by you to me, I do not cover it adequately?

Good son; you answered correctly, because whoever arrives at that moment 

and finds you as you were dressed, thinks that you are not normal.

Dad, why do you say this?

Son, I also did "Marta" as well as "Maria"... and I know what they think, and 

while waiting for you "Maria"... and I know what they think, and while waiting 

for you they reported, or rather reported.

New son, now…come on, take it, son. Num_

_I was TWENTY-FOUR

Right? Yes or no?

Yes Dad.

Write it above on the left.

But Dad, it was written not with a number in characters, but with letters of 

the alphabet. Is this okay too? Dad?

Yes son, continue with the story now!

Break.

Here... before going up, I removed all that was superfluous... I cleaned myself 

up, combed my hair and perfumed myself.

As a son. Scented?

Yes Dad, I have perfume on my cheeks and a little on my body.

As a son, you do not have perfume. Why are you telling me a lie? I only love 

the truth!

Dad, I perfumed myself, with a few drops of lemon... and for me it's a perfume.

You will understand that in the past I spent "a fortune" to buy "lemon" 

perfumes... now I recognize that that "bought" perfume was superfluous. If I 

had spent that money buying lemons, I would have had a better 

profit; Meaning what:

1. Natural scent.

2. Lemon peel to clean my gums, and remove the "dirt" (remains) from my 

teeth.

3. The seeds, then put them in a small bag, and once outside, in the middle of 

nature, planted the plant.

But my son, do lemons grow where you are?

I don't know this, Dad, because it's you who decides what to grow and not me.

Right, you told the truth. Now son... I know that in the past you picked some 

apricots from the ground.

Yes Dad, this is in Germany, falling from a tree, some of whose branches were 

leaning towards the pavement.

Turn the page

_na. Done!

So son, you thought…if apricots grow in Germany, lemons also grow. Is that 

so? Yes or no?

Yes, father, that's how it is.

Well done, you told the truth.

So Dad, why do they bring fruit from distant countries with their means of 

transport (airplanes, trains, trucks, etc.), when that same fruit can grow in the

nearby garden?

Son, because they do not seek good, “GOOD”; they seek what is good for 

themselves, to the detriment of others. I, being God the Supreme Father, also 

value this.

So Dad who thinks he's smart, he's not smart but he's stupid?

That's right, son! You've made yourself clear now!

Return to the discussion about “Martha” and “Mary”.

So...hum...ah...after having "perfumed" myself, I changed appropriately by 

wearing a pure wool "sweater", given to me previously through a "courier" or 

rather delivered through a "courier", but received by "Maria's" mother.

Son, why do you mention the name “Mary”; your sister has another name.

Dad, I know that you know everything, because it is you who raises the one or 

the one who chooses a name for their children. I want to stay like this, and not

mention anyone else's names, because I didn't have authorization.

How authorization? Son, explain yourself better!

Well, I don't want to favor anyone or highlight, in our "written relationship" 

with their name, since I see the other, as if it were me, that is: I Am, with 

another face.

25.

(New sheet)

Yes, I do not seek my glory, but I seek your glory, because everything belongs 

to you.

For this reason nothing remains hidden from your eyes, because you made 

"Marta" and "Maria", as well as "Maria's" mother...

So son, why did you mention the name “Maria”?

Dad, I took a biblical passage from the New Testament as an example...

Come on…tell…continue and don't stop.

Yes Dad, ... in which Jesus of Nazareth was at Martha's house, and Mary 

listened to what your son Jesus was telling, but Martha was all busy with 

household chores.

Having been invited by Marta, I was there to act as your spokesperson for her 

too, but she preferred the superfluous. I think that whoever gets lost in the 

superfluous gets lost. While those who stop to listen do not get lost. Is that so, 

Dad?

Yes son, but there are those who listen to the useful, and those who listen to 

the useless.

Dad, you value this too, right?

Yes son, you told the truth. I evaluate the useful and the useless; now look in 

the BIBLE, the message in the Gospel about “Martha and Mary”.

I know that you are not very sure, that perhaps you think you have reversed 

the two names. Son, look! This is why there is the BIBLE, also to see, when 

you are not sure of writing or saying.

I'll do it, Dad.

Son did you look?

Yes Dad. I watched. Son did you write right?

Yes, Dad...I wrote right. Everything is well explained in the Gospel according 

to Luke 10/38-42.

Well done, son, you were right. Now I also consider whether it makes sense to 

get lost in the superfluous... because this too can be avoided... or rather saved.

I understand Dad. Thank you

Please. Now son take a break and lunch. Later.

Later.

Dad, today is January 28th and Saturday? Right?

Son, why do you ask me if you know?

Dad, because I don't have a calendar for this year 2017, but in the kitchen 

there is a calendar for 2011.

Son, do you want to tell me something?

Yes Dad, if I visit those who invite me and act as your spokesperson, it is 

possible for those who do not believe, who think that I am 

"SCHIZOPHRENIC".

No son, because for me the "SCHIZOPHRENIC" is someone who thinks he is 

healthy.

For me, the sick person is the schizophrenic who thinks badly of others, who 

doesn't believe or pretends to believe and feels like a doctor.

You son, are healthier than a dead fish, because not having a calendar, a clock 

that works, you find yourself alone, but you maintain a mental and physical 

balance; otherwise, after more than 20 days how could you have been, as you 

are now?

A person suffering from "SCHIZOPHRENIA" would not have had that order 

and cleanliness around him. This can also be seen in his handwriting.

It is I who judges, and it is always I who decides who to send the "TRUE" 

doctor to and not the "FALSE" doctor.

Break son...and go eat.

Write son! Come and sit down, son! Have you washed your socks?

Yes, Dad.

I saw, because they were starting to smell, and you don't have to wait until 

other people tell you, right?

Yes, Dad.

Did you use soap?

Yes Dad, but only a little; a little bar of soap and then hot water

26.

it's cold.

Right!

Now what should I do, Dad.

Write the sheet number on the left.

I do. Wait, I'll look first...looked.

Number, written above.

Now let's reread together, you and I, what we wrote today. OK?

Yes, Dad!

Dad, if there is a comma to add/remove, or an accent that is missing, I correct 

it.

Yes, you become a son, but not the text, otherwise it is a fake.

You know, son, those who compose the music also correct on the musical 

notes, or rather on the musical scores, what is missing or what sounds 

wrong. A bit like you do.

Okay I understand, Dad.

Break.

Yes son, take a break with the sisters.

Dad?

Yes, son?

I love you!

Me too. I heard and I saw.

Dad, what should I do now?

Read the page before your eyes, number twenty-six.

Yes and then?

Correct; if there is an incorrect letter, do not erase like this, but make a line or

like this -, or like this /.

Understand, my son?

Yes I understand. I only reread page 26.

Leave everything as it is.

I repeat, leave everything as it is. HI.

Hi Dad.

Son, get up from where you are sleeping, because the story is not finished 

yet... up.

Here's Dad, good morning; I'm ready to write.

Well done, and good morning to you too!

Put the papers in order a little.

Yes, I do now.

Done Dad.

Well, today is Sunday, my day…? Real?

Yes, Dad. Precisely on January 29, 2017.

Right. Why are you working as a writer, if I as your Father have declared 

Sunday a holy day of rest?

Dad, day of rest or holy day, I understand how to dedicate yourself to thinking,

if during the previous days I have behaved honestly, following your path in 

goodness, avoiding harming others, also seeking good advice, offering the ear 

and to speak when it is necessary to speak, and to be silent when it is 

necessary to be silent.

Son, in short, Sunday is the day to summarize the week, so as not to repeat 

the same mistakes of the past days in the following days.

So, working on Sunday, giving the body the opportunity to rest, or rather, to 

get "AIR" to breathe, is it positive, son?

Yes Dad, I think so.

That's right, son!

Dad, but if a person already on Saturday evening goes looking for "nightlife" 

clubs or goes partying at his house (alone or not alone), or at someone else's 

house, and then retires in the middle of the night or even in the following 

morning to sleep, how can you dedicate Sunday to "PERSONAL 

REFLECTION" if your head isn't clear?

You were right, son. Whoever sows weeds will have nothing but to eat 

weeds; but whoever sows herbs, he will eat the herbs. (new sheet…)

27.

(new sheet, Dad)

(good, son)

So Dad, whoever runs away, will run away forever like a fugitive; while 

whoever stops, he will rest forever and have peace.

Is that so?

Yes, son.

Now son, I saw that during the night you got up for a moment to pee and take 

some "NATURAL MEDICINAL PRODUCT" ginger or ingwer... for your 

throat. Real?

Yes, all true.

Good boy.

Dad, but I had put some clothes to heat in the bathroom radiator, and at night,

feeling a little cool, I changed into what I was wearing.

Right, son...and then.

I did everything, without turning on the light.

Like in the dark...and you didn't bump into the wall, or the door...or I don't 

know what?

No, Dad... because the light would have disturbed me when I fell back under 

the covers, because I would have been dazzled by it.

I do not understand. Explain yourself better!

Yes; during my sleep and before sleep, in my thoughts, I asked you to help me,

to pose a written "TOPIC".

Yes…the topic on electricity…and then, the topic on “STROLLERS”.

Righteous son; you did well, because I am the author of the story, since 

everything belongs to me, and you are the "WRITER" son, ... break, have 

breakfast and then we write together.

Yes Dad!

I'm here and I turn the paper. Done.

I saw it, son.

Son, I saw that before having breakfast, you reread the text written today, and

you added some commas or letters that you skipped while writing.

Yes Dad, it's true...but I didn't correct everything.

Son, how many times have I told you not to touch? But, why have you become 

stubborn?

No, Dad. She apologizes.

I, I excuse you, but don't do it alone anymore, but we do it together, you and I,

when I tell you. Understood?

Yes. Plain and simple!

Well. Did you have breakfast?

Yes.

And then?

Tidied up a bit, as is usual, and then a good shave, but only a little "dusting" of

the beard (comb and scissors) ... and finally, to complete, a hot shower.

Optimal; you told the truth. Me while you were doing, at that moment you 

were thinking continuously; to what?

How much longer should I write, because we are not at the end yet.

Right Dad?

Yes true! So... the discussion about yesterday's breakfast, I still find it open... 

conclude it, come on!

Dad, as you know, as you see, I've noticed that many people sit down and have

exaggerated breakfasts served to them (or serve themselves at the buffet).

How do you exaggerate; you son, have no right to judge, but only I judge.

Yes Dad, I already know this; but the breakfasts are "not real breakfasts" 

based only on coffee, or tea with bread, butter and jam, but they are like 

lunches or rather, "Wedding" banquets... everything in abundance: milk, 

coffee, honey, boiled eggs, butter etc. …

(new sheet)

28.

The diners, that is, the customers or rather those who receive it, consume only

a part of it, trying, biting or tasting a bit of everything, and then leave the 

remains, a part on the table or sometimes have a small bag brought by the 

"WAITER". ”, and after having paid, or smoked (who is outside on the tables) 

and thrown the cigarette on the floor, he leaves.

Read again, son!

I said reread...but the comma, if it's missing, add it. Don't correct the text yet.

Yes, Dad.

Well son, what's wrong with that? Are you envious? Envy is the origin of sins.

It is I who decides, and not you!

Dad, I'm not envious...but when I see this waste in abundance and think about

my stomach or about those who are hungry, I almost feel like crying.

Son, but I didn't let you die of hunger, because otherwise today, like yesterday,

you wouldn't have told me.

So Dad, why all this suffering?

Because, I your Father, I sent you to verify not you, since I know you, but to 

evaluate how others behave if they see a "starving person" like you.

Your job was to create the stimulus of true Christian charity; that is, seeing 

who really helps others when they are in need.

I know that your task is not one of the best in the world you live in, but only 

like this, I being your Father, I recognize who truly has a heart in giving you, 

or is it a false heart that does not give, but rejects you.

In some cases, remaining respectful, you asked out loud if there was anyone 

willing to offer you what you needed to eat.

Well, who heard you and gave you; bad, who heard you and did not give you.

I understand, Dad.

Dad, can I correct the text with you, and then take a break?

Yes.

OK

Son, sit down, you're nervous, stay still. I saw you had lunch, pasta?

Yes true, but this time I didn't cook; but it's the pasta that my sister gave me 

last night.

How it was?

Good, with sliced olives, peppers, onion, tomato, oil and then cream and salt.

Right. Did you add anything?

Yes, a little pepper.

Good son, you spoke the truth. Tell me son, why did you eat today, what my 

daughter gave you yesterday?

Dad, last night I remained "light", because the cream, pasta, that is, this good 

dish of now, would perhaps have disturbed my sleep.

As a son, I don't understand you. Explain yourself better!

Dad, it's me, and the sister, being also in "good faith", doesn't know how I 

know myself; because she didn't ask me, and I didn't answer or rather report 

it.

Come on…son.

Now, if I eat well but are hard for the stomach to digest, then being in bed, I 

would not have consumed all those calories with sweat or movement during 

the day, but they would have remained in my body to rest.

So, I asked myself: what is the point of this food with a very high amount of 

calories if my body needs rest and tranquility at night?

Right son! You told the truth! Now take a new sheet.

29.

Son, many people or rather many of my children eat, when they shouldn't eat, 

that is when the body doesn't need it...while other of my children go on diets, 

when instead they should eat; my other children abstain from drinking and 

eating, as if it were a sign of penance and reconciliation with believing, and 

being faithful to me, who am God the Supreme Father of everything and 

everyone.

I, being the one who sees everything, see that late at night, they all meet 

together, and have banquets, filling their bellies, and then fast during the day.

Now my son, since I love everyone like you, I also value this. Anyone who 

thinks that with a "forced" fast they will enter my kingdom is 

deluded; because it is not fasting and then bingeing that allows you to enter 

through the narrow door, but it is knowing how to recognize falsehood and 

hypocrisy and fight it with your heart and common respect, without imposing 

or being a know-it-all with others. But Dad, this is all explained in the book of 

the Bible “JESUS BEN SIRACH”.

Right son!

So Dad, if you sent my brother Jesus Ben Sirach, (who I am also), before me, 

and they don't put it into practice, it's like shooting themselves in the foot.

Right son, you need to know how to read and inform yourself, and not remain 

fussy and "stubborn" by excluding the good advice of the past.

Whoever shows off will be humiliated; while whoever humbles himself will be 

put on display! …

But remember son, humility and not false humility... because I am the builder 

"ENGINEER" and not you!

Pause, because in the next essay, son, you wanted to talk to me a little about 

electricity, right?

Yes true!

Pause now.

Son the break is over; have you seen that I make you happy?

Yes Dad, the birds sing, the squirrel climbs, and the sun warms my legs.

Right, but now let's get on with the work.

I have noticed that lights are often turned on during the day where there is 

sunlight; while where there must be darkness, there is not darkness but light.

Explain yourself better!

I noticed inhabited centers, and sparsely inhabited centers, cities and 

towns. In some villages, roads have been built that connect the main road to 

individual houses, distant and isolated from the others. These roads have, 

being not busy, an excessive, superfluous and often modern night lighting 

system, not real to the circumstances of the night.

Son, go ahead.

During the day the traffic was not intense...but at night there was no 

traffic...but the road was more illuminated than all the others.

Now I ask myself, what's the point of all that work and waste of material if it's 

not useful?

Son, I judge, not you! But to make you happy the answer is the same: for 

profit, to the detriment of those who really struggle to save.

Can I tell you something more?

Yes, tell me…that's why you're there… (get a new sheet of paper)

30.

One child sheet, and not two.

Excuse me.

Go ahead and write the number, now on the right.

Done.

Continues!

We were thinking about the topic of electricity... well, now it comes to mind.

I have often seen “windmill-like” propeller systems that spin when there is 

wind to produce electricity, like a bicycle dynamo. If the wheel doesn't turn, 

the light bulb stays off; if the wheel turns, the light bulb turns on!

Then I observed that the same "wind" pylon turned even when there wasn't a 

breath of wind... and there I asked myself: how does it turn if you, the Father, 

hadn't sent it?

Son, you saw well with your eyes, because there is the lie, that is, the 

deception.

Thank you son for finding a way to illuminate the lie, because the lie always 

has short legs.

Father then I saw a system similar to the wind pylon but with another 

element, that is, water.

Come on…explain to me.

In mountain areas, often —- (deleted) …

I saw, come on!

…between an upper lake and the other lower lake there are pipes that connect

the two lakes and under the power plant.

The power plant, through the "turbines" at the bottom, uses the force of the 

falling water which is channeled and turns the turbines, which also work as a 

dynamo. The electricity produced is collected via cable on accumulators 

which, then through transformers, transform it from high voltage electricity to

low voltage electricity.

Is that right, Dad?

More or less…! After you!

Now, if they take what you give them, that is: the water of the waterfall, 

(which once could be seen, and admire the beauty of nature, which you had 

given them)

Son, think…then he corrects himself.

...and then they send the invoice to whoever they induce...that is, they send 

the invoices for electricity consumption, when in truth everything is given by 

you, without an invoice...

Then... why, born later, instead of seeing "a beautiful waterfall" before my 

eyes, do I see "ugly rusty pipes"?

In short, why am I allowed to see their "ugliness" and the beauty is hidden?

Son, why do you ask me questions when you know the answers? You know 

it! Say it, write…

To them, they see that it is right to ruin, then spit on who it all belongs to, and 

then demand to start again like a wheel that always turns.

Right, correct answer. Son.

Dad, if the tire gets a puncture in the wheel, what do you do?

Do you change it to a new tire, or do you plug the holes in the old one?

Son, one more question, where you already know the answer!

Naturally; they take the old wheel and plug the holes, because they only have 

this wheel, and they deserve nothing else.

Thank you Father for your confirmation!

Please son...now let's correct the written text together.

Get a new sheet of paper son!

But Daddy, there's still room, two fingers left!

Good son, you spoke the truth.

But now there isn't much free space anymore...

Take a new sheet, number thirty-one.

31.

Left or right?

Now to the right.

I do it, I write above on the right 31. Done.

Good, and break now.

See you later, see you cancel!

Stop!

Son write!

Yes.

I saw you, you went to visit my daughters, that is, your sisters... yours.

Concentrate, light the candle.

Correct and delete…let's start again.

You must be, my son, always courteous but not false, because I, your Father 

God, listen to them as well as to you.

Good boy.

What is the next topic that you son wanted to tell me?

Dads, the theme of strollers, that is, where mothers, or rather even fathers, 

take "their" children for a walk.

Son, why did you write "their" children like this and not like this: their 

children?

Because they have nothing of their own, it's just everything loaned to them by 

you.

Right, you told the truth. I evaluate how they behave with my "THEY".

I've noticed that strollers are now more important than who should be 

inside. All of them increasingly larger and more robust, with "safety" belts 

with up to 4 fixing points, materials not suitable for the cold, with synthetic 

blankets.

These little brothers of mine risk dying from the cold, because being small, 

they have not yet learned to walk. Parents or those who replace them do not 

usually carry them in their coats and cloaks, because they wear everything 

close to the body. So the temperature of the newborn, i.e. his body, is not 

heated and he therefore risks dying of cold while sleeping. Some children, 

who are already older, cry and scream as if to warn of danger.

Come on son, I see all these things too...

If all goes well, the child grows but the love diminishes.

What do you mean?

Contact with these "means of transport", bunks, strollers... chairs... makes the

family contact between mother and child, or father and son, or 

grandfather/grandmother and grandchild move away, because only a distant 

contact remains.

How far? I don't understand, explain to me.

Far between the body, or rather the physical contact between the adult and 

the smallest. As the little one grows, he recognizes the smells that during his 

first three years will determine a large part of his life, but the smells are not 

the smells of his father with his skin or sweat, or of his mother for example, 

but they are industrial smells, with noises and vibrations of means and nonvibrations of those who hold their child in their tight chest, and feel their 

heart beating, and their breathing.

Read again, son!

Yes, Dad.

Son, correct it! There are errors in thinking.

I read, I saw and now I do.

Done.

At that time?

Love does not create roots like a robust plant, but it creates roots as if it were 

a sick, fragile and almost dry plant.

When the son (or daughter) grows up, the tree of love between 

father/(mother) and son/(daughter) does not remain fixed and strong in the 

ground, and the family collapses, as if a house collapsed from an earthquake.

I asked myself, what does all this lead to; and you Father God, in a night of 

dreams, suggested it to me.

New sheet, continue…

32.

Yes Dad, sheet 32 on the right.

You helped me search or rather find the answer, that is: PROFIT! Already 

accustom young children to listening to the vibrations of the road, given that 

strollers "roll" on the road, to then give rise to the feeling of buying the car 

once they are kids, and then rolling or rather continuing to roll with the same 

smells of childhood.

Reread and put commas.

Yes.

Done.

Right...and where do you want to go with the discussion? Come on, finish!

Dad, I'll conclude now; By buying a car, the children think they are getting 

that childhood love that has never been close to them, but has always been far

away... almost unattainable.

Son, don't you think you're exaggerating?

No Dad, because I see; I saw the crosses adjacent to the streets, the crosses 

on the walls in their homes and the crosses in the cemeteries.

Come on son! Now I understand you better. Well done, tell us!

Instead of beautifying the environment with the beauty that you have given it, 

they embellish with the "STORE" of crosses.

In short, they have found a system on how to earn money through 

misfortunes, through the symbol of the cross, that is, Christ Jesus, the one 

who rose again because of you, dad, but not to make the "STORE" of crosses 

on earth, but to place an end to the evil of those who speculate or favor... evil 

itself.

Son, you were right! I hate any form of falsehood and hypocrisy.

Just a bunch of hypocrites!

Son, I judge! Not you!

Sorry Dad, but I write the truth and not the true false.

You're excused son.

Now the end son. You did a nice job.

Sorry dad, there in the room where I sleep, you know, do I have to number a 

piece of paper hanging behind the door?

No son! Place a mark behind below left, as well as a star. *

The Star of David?

Yes, that one.

The other two sheets stuck on the mirror?

In one sheet you make two stars, and in the other sheet three stars.

Done, Dad.

Good, do you still have questions, son?

Yes!

Which!

Dad, the sheet written in German next to “THEIR” Bible, what do I do?

Why do you say “THEY” Bible, son?

Dad, because in that Bible they put comments on every page, like 

explanations.

Son, those comments shouldn't be there. It's like saying: you write a book, and

the other person sells it with his comments added by presenting his name.

For me it's theft. Dad.

Yes son, it's a theft and a scam.

Leave that sheet like this.

All right. Hi Dad.

Hello son.

Dad, I ask you as your son, that nothing written here will be kept hidden, and 

that everyone, I repeat everyone in this world, now and tomorrow, becomes 

aware of the text, of the words, of what you Dad about the truth, for the truth 

you wish, as I myself, be done; without excluding anyone, in all languages 

spoken, present and future.

My son, so be it, like us, you and I, it will be done, for the good of all.

Amen! Your father.

33.

Son, arise, for the book of truth is not yet at the end.

Dad, let me stay for a moment, where I am now. Thank you.

Son, get up, we need to move forward. It's Monday morning, and you're still 

under the covers?

Dad, let me think about what I have to write, here under the covers.

Son, he who doesn't work doesn't eat. If you don't get up, nothing to eat will 

arrive...

Dad, there's a knock on the door. I said, “Come in, come in!”

I heard son, and I saw that it is your sister, who wants to invite you to have 

breakfast together.

Come on tell me son…

Wait Dad…

Later.

Later.

Son have you returned?

Yes, Dad.

Thanks for helping me.

How, son? I don't understand you! It is not I who is helping you directly, but it 

is your sister “Mary” who is helping you!

It's true, Dad, because in all of us we have "Maria", that is, someone who sits 

and listens... and also "Marta", that is, someone who doesn't sit, but is busy 

with daily events.

Son, both "TWO" are important, because you too can be "Maria" who listens 

carefully..., but you can also be "Marta" who organizes.

Yes Dad, it's good to be both people, always adapting to the situations of the 

moment, because every step follows the other step.

Dad, I forgot to write the page number. “Star of David” number or stars?

Child number…33…above right, and then arrow below.

Done. Dad!

I saw. Take a break because you have to clean your nose...you sneezed 

***(correct) twice, right?

Yes, Dad.

Well done, you told the truth.

Son, I see that you have put the mink hat on your head now.

Yes, Father what you gave me, where you sent me... to knock.

Son, let's correct it together later, but not you alone now.

As usual you are always too fast. Calm down, no one is chasing you.

Yes Dad.

So, yes the hat, which I added a fur ribbon on the edge, to better keep my 

head warm and thus protect me from the biting cold of winter.

Son, and how did you join the skin to another skin?

Dad, with a needle and thread, but then, knocking on other brothers and 

sisters, my feet led me to those who sew and patch... as a profession.

You son, did my children help you? Yes or no?

Yes, Dad... but, not having anything to pay, I thanked him and as a small 

"thought", when the job was finished, I gave him some nuts that I had in my 

pocket.

Good son, you told the truth...but who gave you the nuts?

Dad, the nuts; I had asked in a small fruit and vegetable shop... because I also 

knocked there... and the brother who runs the shop kindly gave me how much 

of the baskets and goods on display I needed to walk along your route.

34.

(new sheet…, that's it!)

So my son, if I understood correctly, being your Father God, you first took the 

nuts and then, not knowing, you found yourself near a sewing shop; is it so, 

yes or no?

Yes, Dad. That's how it is.

You see, son, that it is I your Father who sends you, where you must be, to 

bear witness to the truth.

Yes, Dad. This is why you help me, where I am now, to confirm to those who 

believe, to those who do not believe, and to those who change their "flag", that

everything is in your hands, as is this sheet of paper.

Right son…and why? Do you want to explain it to me?

I'll try, Dad.

That's what you're there for!

Then all that I see, I see with the eyes that you have given me; it is the same if

the eyes do not have the same color as the color of those who also have eyes 

(sisters and brothers), but it is important to recognize that the eyes are "eyes",

that is, eyes for seeing.

Come on…son…!

The eyes are used to see and must and have only this function of recognizing 

what a person has in front of him.

This also applies to the ears, that is, hearing and recognizing the "sound" that 

a person has around him.

This is why you, Father, have placed your eyes in front and not to the side.

Right son…come on…;

Now since you are the engineer of the body that you have assigned to me, you 

have given me a body proportioned and shaped by you, to carry out the work 

that you have confidently assigned to me; that is: the Chalice is like the body 

that you gave me, while the "Blood" that is the liquid or drink (in a 

metaphorical sense) is the work that I have to do.

Son and the bread, where do you put it?

Bread is: the food you give me (through and during work), so that I can carry 

out the work that you are giving me with trust and without excluding the one 

who hired me.

Narrow it down, son... don't get lost in long discussions, I like simplicity!

Dad, in a nutshell it's like this:

– The employer is, or rather: it is you, Father God.

– The worker is, or rather: I am, your son.

– The machine for working is: the body I have.

– The “gasoline” for the car is: food, that is, bread.

– The workshop is: the world.

– The broom is: the tool for cleaning the lie.

Is that right, Dad?

Yes son, now it's clearer than before... but go ahead!

Now, once I understood this, and instead of working as you Father, you 

thought, "I, drinking the last sip from the cup, that is, in the last hour of work 

(allowed to me to work under your dependence), would be got fired!

And then, son?

…then thrown into eternal fire…, only you know, Dad.

This is also true, son. Only I, your Father God, know this, but you can imagine 

it, because it is I who wants to save you and not throw you away... and this is 

why I, your Father, gave you the opportunity to imagine, to then save 

you; since you would have died more than once; but I, I repeat, only I have the

power to save, and no one else!

Now pause son, because later you will have to explain to me, why do you live 

to die, and then live to not die?

All right...see you later, Dad.

Dad, I'm here again, sitting.

Son, I see! Reread and put semicolons...and take a new sheet of paper.

35.

(sheet 35)

Dad, I corrected starting from bottom to top, the eighteenth line is written 

above, drinking.

I saw it, son.

Dad, is it a fake now?

No son, it's not a fake, because when someone writes fast he also thinks 

fast...it's like the proverb says: “HURRY IS A BAD ADVISOR”. You son, in your 

haste to write, used or rather did not express yourself correctly.

Good that by rereading, you understood where it needed correction.

Now, my son, explain to me why you say: “LIVE TO DIE”.

What does it mean?

Dad, I see that those who walk move forward, because when walking they see 

with their eyes in front, because of you; since you make the eyes in front grow.

Even the toes, they are in front, and the feet walk step by step going forward.

He who tries to walk backwards, keeping his back and face forward, cannot 

make far, because sooner or later he falls to the ground.

Son…this is clear…continue.

Well Dad, the moment I turn my whole body backwards, I see my footprints of 

how I was walking before I turned around. Now if I recognize that the route 

was not right, I return and look for the starting point, and then take another 

more suitable route. However, this entails a double effort, given that the 

distance I covered was prolonged without reaching the finish line. Once I 

return to the starting point, I see that the body given to me by you is no longer

youthful and full of strength, but has weakened, because I am older than 

before. Therefore, being older than before, I see in myself and recognize in 

myself that in every heartbeat, it is one heartbeat less.

As if I had an "HOURGLASS" inside me... but the "HOURGLASS" at the end of 

the time, I can't turn it and then start it again.

Right son! The hourglass is like a countdown; sooner or later, the sand no 

longer falls.

This means my time “working” in your workshop is over…right Dad?

Yes, right!

Now, Dad, I asked myself the following: if I spend my time in activities that are

not consistent with your work, I have not improved my situation, but I have 

damaged myself.

This is why it is written in the Gospel: the non-pure spirit, wandering in 

deserted areas, returns to his home, and finds his house clean and spacious, 

but with seven tenants worse than him.

The new situation has become seven times worse than the last one.

Come on son, it's not easy...but you understand the meaning...; go ahead!

Now, I thought; if this is written very clearly in the "HOLY SCRIPTURES" who 

is that false "brother" or "sister" who prevents us from understanding, and 

what advantage does the "false brother" or "false sister" have?

Good son, you asked yourself this question, and I help the son as well as the 

daughter who wants to search... but eternal woe to those who have searched 

and found, but keep the truth hidden from those who are still searching.

Woe to those who complicate "LIFE" and put a "spoke in the wheels" of those 

"who are" searching for water for eternal life.

36.

Dad, can I continue please?

Please, my son, of course...go ahead.

(sheet 36)

Dad, I recognize that by seeing me as I was looking for, you allowed me to 

reach the "FINISHLINE".

But just as you have allowed me, just as you also allow others, sooner or later, 

to reach the finish line.

Then, I asked myself: what sense does it make for me, arriving at the finish 

line and then standing still and waiting for the other runners?

Come on speaking son; after you! Continues!

Why must I stand still and wait for my last hour and then live forever?

What's the point of hugging those who reach the finish line? Why?

Is it right to save oneself, and the other to prevent him from saving himself?

All these questions I asked myself, Dad.

I know it son! And then?

And then; thanks to your help, step by step, with your strength, with your 

work, with your thoughts you made me understand that those who limp must 

be saved, but not the athlete who seeks trophies.

He who seeks trophies seeks his own glory; the real trophies are the souls that

one saves, without demanding reciprocation from others.

I don't know if I explained myself well, Dad. Is this okay?

Yes son, you explained yourself well.

Dad, you who see everything, you also see who makes your children limp, that 

is, my brothers and sisters, right?

Yes son, I see everything.

You see my son, the doctor must not wait for the sick to just show up in his 

office or clinic; because all this is obvious to me. For me, the good doctor is 

the doctor who, after having operated in his clinic, goes in search of the sick 

who cannot or do not have the means, the strength and the medicines... that 

is, the marginalized, the people who live under a bridge, in shacks. The good 

doctor is a "good doctor" if he treats the sick, without hoping or demanding 

that the patient he treats returns or goes to another doctor, friend or nonfriend of the previous doctor.

Dad, he is practically the patient who comes to the doctor treated; and once 

treated and released, the patient becomes or rather has become a "DOCTOR" 

himself, ready to treat other sick people.

That's right, son!

But Dad, if the patient who has now become healthy, cures or remains in the 

circle, or forms a new circle "of treated patients" with their peers excluding all

the others; How do you see it, Dad?

I see something good, but little. Because the patient "DOCTOR" does not have 

to save his old or new friends, but he must save those who deserve to be 

saved. For example: if a person has cleansed himself of the evil that he 

carried, he must cleanse the neighbor of him, across the river, outside his 

walls, who is like he was, before he became healthy; and therefore doctor with

not a university "title", but a "title" granted by me, the Supreme Father.

This does not mean that everything the “new doctor” does is right; every day 

I, God the Father, evaluate his actions, and if the "new doctor" makes a 

mistake, instead of healing the wounds of others, he cuts himself.

Basically Dad, the "new doctor" makes growth every day, and at the end of the

day, he reflects on whether his job as "new doctor"

37.

did it bear good fruit or not?

Good son; every day can be, for the doctor as well as for the patient, a day of 

pleasure in goodness or a day full of pain.

Son, pause.

Dad, I'm back from break.

I saw son, now let's reread together and put the commas and correct what I 

tell you. All right?

Done, Dad.

I saw it, son.

Dad, in the Bible there is the answer and the basis for making a "WORLD" 

world, and not for making an "UNFORTHY" world.

Son, I know that you have a big heart, but when a son does not want to listen 

to “MY WORD”, he will get what he deserves in his last hour.

This is why it is also written in the Bible:

TO THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN ENTRUSTED SO MANY, THEY WILL RECEIVE 

MANY BEATS; WHILE, TO THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN TRUSTED LITTLELY, 

EVEN THE LITTLE THEY HAVE WILL BE TAKEN AWAY FROM THEM.

Righteous son, it is I who give the trust, but if the steward does not do the job 

as it should be, I take the bad steward and throw him out of my kingdom.

Dad, sooner or later growing up, everyone looks in the mirror and recognizes 

that every day that passes is one day older than yesterday.

Right, Dad?

Yes, right son!

Every day is one day less, to show me that I am worthy of entering and sitting 

at the table of guests, together with the spouses.

Son?

Yes, Dad. Tell me.

Now take the story: “once upon a time there was a father…and put it on top of

all these papers.

And…Dad, should I number the story page?

Yes son, ... with the number 38, written on the right of the sheet.

Son, the sheet where you are now writing, make a cross in the blank space: 

like this “+” without any comment! Do you understand, son?

Yes, I understand, Dad!

Prologue

Once upon a time there was a father who loved his son very much and the son

loved his father very much; and one day the son said to his father: "Dad, can 

you tell me a story?"

The father then said to his son: “yes my son, I'll tell you a story.”

-HistoryOnce upon a time there was a father who loved his son very much, so much so

that one day the father said to his son: "son, I love you so much and you are a 

great gift for me, just seeing you gives me so much joy, and so I thought I'd 

give you something nice."

The son, hearing this from his father, said to him: "Dad, it's nice for me to be 

with you, and I'm happy to have a father like you. Tell me dad, I'm listening!"

The father said: “You won't see me for a while, since this surprise I want to 

give you requires a lot of work. My son, have faith and patience, one day I will

return, but in the meantime I leave you, as a souvenir, a "pastime, ... this little 

toy. Take care of this little toy, have fun but wait for me, and then hopefully 

when I return we can have fun together."

So the son and the father embraced each other affectionately; the father took 

what he needed for his journey and set off.

A year passed and the son was waiting for his father to return. While waiting 

he played and confidently respected what his father had left him.

Two more years passed and the son began to think to himself that surely his 

father must have had a difficulty, and that's why he was late.

Another three years passed and the son became more and more bored, so 

much so that he almost no longer had any respect or desire to play. In the 

following days the son stood in front of the window, waiting for his father to 

return. In the night, however, he retreated to his room and cried. One night he

had a dream, and it was as if he heard his father's voice calling him and telling

him: "have faith son, have faith son!"

The following morning the son woke up full of joy and took the toy, now old 

and used, and with a screwdriver, oil and paint he rearranged it.

Finally, after another four years of waiting, the son, now grown up and tired of

waiting, took the toy and angrily destroyed it, throwing the broken pieces here

and there.

A year later the father showed up by surprise in front of his son, they both 

hugged each other and the father said to his son: "son, see, I've returned, I 

finally see you that you are no longer a child, but you are now a boy.

I'm sorry if the wait was longer than necessary, than I thought, but the gift I 

prepared for you in the meantime wasn't ready."

The son replied to his father: “Dad, it's nice that you're here again, and now 

I'd like to play with you.”

The father spoke again and said: “son, ... shall we play with the toy that I left 

you the last time? Ah, ... but sorry my son, where is the gift I gave you?"

At that moment the son became red in the face with shame and fearfully 

replied: "Dad, sorry, but I waited, I played, but you weren't coming. One day, 

in a moment of anger, I took what you had left me and broke it."

The father, hearing this, felt hurt in his heart and said: "Son, my delay was 

justified, because the surprise I have prepared for you is much bigger than I 

thought."

The son said to his father: “father, now will you forgive me and let's play?”

The father replied to his son like this: “son, I forgive you, but I will play with 

you if you first go and rebuild what I had worked hard to give you, and once 

you have rebuilt it better than what I left you, then you can call me there; I 

will decide at that moment whether you deserve the gift, which I worked so 

hard for.”

The son, with tears on his face from shame, replied to his father: "Dad, I will 

do everything so that you are happy."

The father finally said: “start doing it already!” END.

Moral of the story: It's good to be good, but it's not good to be stupid.

It's time to clean up! Everything and everyone! Parasites do not enter the 

Father's world, but they all go to hell! He who wants too much, squeezes 

nothing!

I AM, + .

Glory be to GOD, ABBA FATHER AND LORD!

Ps: – The Father is God!

 – You are the son!

 – The first toy is the earth!

(Jesaiah 53; Matthaeus 25/1-13!)

39.

Son, well done! Now I see you there in front of the book of truth.

I saw that earlier you washed yourself, dressed yourself, tidied up the blankets

where you sleep, reheated yesterday morning's coffee that your sister, that is, 

my daughter, offered you... and now you are ready to move forward in our 

book, the book for everyone.

Yes Dad...I'm ready, with everything I need, that is:

– The cloth hat and the scarf around the neck

– The virgin wool sweater and the fur on top

– the belt tightened at my hips, with the “multi-use” case which also contains 

“The Holy Scripture”

– Wide and comfortable fabric trousers to wear

– Three wool socks, to keep your feet warm

I saw son, you told the truth.

The way you are dressed you seem like a chick, but this is how you dress to be

and to carry out the work of a writer together with your Father, Holy Abba 

God, Most Holy Only Lord.

Now let's reread both and put the commas.

Yes, Dad.

Dad, I didn't put any extra commas, because it's right as we wrote it.

Son, now let's return to yesterday's topic, that is, the "DOCTOR".

Yes Dad, it's okay.

In your opinion, son, can a son or daughter tell their parents what is right or 

wrong?

Dad, in my opinion, everyone has the freedom to express their opinion and say

what they think is right... but always maintaining "control over themselves" 

and who they talk to.

I don't understand you son, explain it to me better!

(wait, above right number 39-sheet-under arrow to turn...)

Regardless of whether the son speaks to his father or not, or to another 

person, respect for others must always remain present.

It is important that whoever speaks must also be able to think, because 

thinking always comes before speaking.

Come on, son!

First you think, and you think within yourself when you have to speak, how 

you have to speak, without words that can hurt those who hear or listen to 

you.

Why son? You know that the truth hurts those who are false, right?

I also try to think like you think, Dad; but I don't always succeed, given that 

the circumstances of the moment are not favourable.

And what do you do, then son?

Dad, better put your hand over your mouth and wait for another chance.

But son, there are also those who put their hand in front of their mouth, and 

then never take it off again. Does this seem right to you, my son?

No Dad, because whoever behaves like this becomes like a punching bag; that

is, he takes many punches and blows from the boxer, but always remains 

passive. Sooner or later "the boxing bag" breaks. If it breaks, it can no longer 

be used and is ultimately thrown into the general rubbish bin.

Right son, you told the truth, we need to speak before the bag breaks, because

the boxer must train without destroying the bag he trains with, otherwise how

does the boxer win a match with another boxer, if during the Has your training

destroyed and mistreated the bag?

On the day of the boxing final match, that boxer will receive two "punches", 

one in the right eye

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and the other in his left eye...and if he's not careful, he risks being taken away

on a stretcher.

Dad, that's how I see it.

Anyone who puts their hand in front of their mouth and takes it away only to 

be able to eat... is like a rabbit that runs away, or an ostrich that, in order not 

to see or hear, hides its head in the sand.

Son. You understood well; Talk yes, but always with respect for others, with 

the aim of improving yourself and not making both of you worse.

Dad, but everyone makes mistakes, including me.

Good son, you spoke the truth. Everyone makes mistakes including yourself, 

who are my son; but it is good to recognize where a son or daughter has made

a mistake, so as not to make the mistake again. Good for those who recognize,

so as not to repeat themselves again; very good for those who no longer 

repeat themselves, but help others not to make the same mistakes.

Dad. Excuse me; can I ask you a question?

Yes, please son.

Dad, but if the neighbor puts two hands to cover his ears, thus refusing to 

hear the "GOOD NEWS", what should we do in that case?

Son, you have to wait and accept that your neighbor doesn't want to listen to 

you, and let someone else talk to him; because a person cannot do everything 

himself; for this reason I, being the Supreme Creator, also created the other.

Dad, this is why it is written that a prophet is not recognized as a prophet at 

home, but on the other side of the river.

Righteous son, you have said what was previously acknowledged and stated in

writing in the will. Wait Dad, I'll go and see where in the Bible it was 

mentioned.

Found Dad, how much “I AM” as your son in the past time, was said, that is:

GOSPEL ACCORDING TO MATTHEW 13, VERSE 54 TO VERSE 58.

That's right, son!

Dad, if everything is written there, they were notified by whoever you Father 

sent them; if they had been faithful to the scriptures, they would not have let 

their house be broken into at the hour when the thief comes, but they would 

have put a guard at the door, right?

Correct...the text son, your thinking is clear...but first reread..., or rather let's 

reread together...done!

Son, the text is fine now, don't change anything else, otherwise it's a fake!

As you want, Dad.

What you have now written, or rather how we have written, is all right; as it 

was written in the past in the “Holy Bible”.

Dad, if you'll let me take a break first,...

Yes, son…may you tell me what?

In the Gospel according to Matthew, precisely point twenty-five, verse one to 

thirteen; there is written a parable about the “Ten Virgins”; five are wise and 

faithful, while the other five are not as intelligent as the other first ones, but 

foolish.

So son, where is your question?

What was said in the past, now reading the parable, is currently coming true, 

isn't it?

Yes son, yes... you understand that it's all true! Pause now.

Sheet number 41.

Dad, I'm ready here now, dressed warmly and with a blanket that you gave me

under my feet.

Before starting the new sheet number 41, however, I reread today's writing on

my own.

Son, I saw, ... I saw and I also read your thoughts. You did well, because 

otherwise, as already said before, what we are writing together is no longer 

credible!

Dad, like you, during my pilgrim journey, you suggested the following to me:

“PERSEVERANCE, CREDIBILITY, AUTHENTICITY”

so it is, because it is.

Right! Son, but now let's move on with the writing.

Dad, sorry, but if I am "THE THIEF" who came at night to break into the house

of those who live there, was there anyone who knew and was waiting for me?

Yes, son, because I, your Father, before you were reborn, had already warned 

some of my children.

So Dad, why didn't they welcome me as I should have been, and instead they 

built a trap?

Son, I verify not only my beloved son, but also the other children.

The other sons, as also happened in the past, it's all in the Bible, being 

envious of the father's favorite son, in a moment of envy, have their "brother" 

thrown into a pit...

dad, more or less like what happened with me. Instead of a pit, in a trap.

Wait Dad, I'm now going to look in the Bible, the comparison with Joseph and 

his brothers...

Found! Book: GENESIS 37!

See son, that I being your Father, God Abba and Lord

I saw everything! Like when I, the God of Abraham, Isaak and Jakob!

Because, you are the God not of the dead, but of the “LIVING”!

Yes, son, because I am the God who, like the goldsmith, tests in the fire 

whether it is pure gold or false gold; I too, being the Universal Creator, test 

each of my children whether he is true and worthy of being my son, or 

whether he is a liar.

Whoever is clever and feels strong in his cleverness, I, God the Father, 

humiliate him, because he is not worthy of being called my son.

However, whoever is humble and does not grow in his pride, I, God the Father,

exalt him, because he is worthy of being called my son.

Dad waits while I remember a "PASSAGE" in the Holy Scripture that says... 

the Gospel according to Mark (12/verse 26 and 27), how much "I AM" I said as

your son, before "I AM" now, even

“where there is a corpse, there the vultures arrive”.

And where, son?

Where you sent me, that is, as you wanted and not as I want.

Son, this too was all predicted before you were, what you are now!

Where son? You know it, because it is I who gives water to the plants, but it is 

always I who makes the plant dry up to those who don't deserve it.

Dad, in the Gospel according to Luke. 12, verse 50. (new fo_

son)

42.

The following is clearly written in reference to the future:

I am to be baptized with a baptism, but I am very sorry, until it is 

accomplished.

The place where everything will happen is also so clear; Gospel according to 

Luke. 17 verse 37!

Now son you have done a good job; let's reread together.

Son, there are some errors in the grammar, take the pen in your hand and let's

correct, once and for all, this last part.

Yes, Dad.

Done, Dad.

Son, now take a little break.

Son! I said pause. Leave everything as it is, otherwise you'll get a 

headache! Understood!

Yes. Dad.

Dad, I'm here ready; I made a tea, but it's still hot. I'll drink it later! While, I 

noticed, that the bread is finished. What do I do now?

Son, the bread isn't there now, perhaps it will come later; I am here also for 

your bread.

Yes, thank you, Dad.

Son, why didn't you go with your sister to the “TAFEL” collection center 

yesterday?

Dad, you know that a large part of the "FOOD" there is not food, but the 

opposite.

Son, explain yourself better!

I'll try, Dad.

The goods are goods that have expired or are almost expiring; food store 

waste, coming from who knows where, department stores products that are 

most harmful to the body.

But son, are you sure of what you say?

Dad, it's clear that we shouldn't generalize everything, because if I don't see, I

can't speak; but if I have seen, I speak.

The centers that I visited, the quality of the goods varies from city to country, 

but the bureaucracy is always the same.

Being here today, yesterday I was there, and tomorrow I will be on the other 

side I asked, because I was hungry and weak. With difficulty I received an 

apple, or a nut; … bread (good or not good) no!

So much so that, despite having an empty stomach, on one occasion, I was 

turned away because I hadn't respected their opening hours.

And you son, what did you answer him?

I replied the following: I am a pilgrim (with baggage on my shoulder, which 

can be noticed with open eyes), I am hungry, and before I go to the ground 

from hunger, I need this piece of bread!

I eat when I'm hungry, and I don't eat when others tell me to, according to 

their schedules. I take what is good for me and what is healthy, because my 

doctor is the one who sent me, the one who is above in heaven.

Tell son...

I continue by saying, this is an emergency.

What was their response?

Go away and come back later, nothing can be touched!

Or a series of questions: Where are you from? Who are you? Do you have an 

ID? Where do you live? Do you need the card issued by the municipality where

you live? Etc…

And then, son?

43.

Then Dad left, and some of them I kindly thanked him for their fake help, 

telling them “FUCK YOU”!

Good son, you spoke the truth!

The goods are not always fresh but spoiled, and those who work there and 

distribute them know it, but being a "hypocritical brother/sister" they do not 

fight evil but accept it, thinking they are also doing good.

Dad, if a person wants to be the good Samaritan, why did they reject me if I 

was hungry? And why do they distribute the rubbish that they call "food 

items", creating a useless and superfluous bureaucratic system to the 

detriment of those who truly suffer?

Son, why do you always ask me questions, when you already know the 

answers?

You're right, Dad.

Son, do not be false to your Father God, because I know what you, or rather 

others are not allowed to know...

But you have arrived at the truth, because I, Father God, sent you with this 

task...now you are giving testimony to their false and malignant "TRUTH"...

Deserving of tooth-gnashing beatings.

Son, don't change the lyrics!

You're always too fast.

Sorry, Dad.

Son, reread and put the accents, and the number above the page.

Done, Dad.

Son, is there still something? Do you have a "hair on your tongue"?

Wait while I turn to page 43

Now it comes to mind...

Tell me, I see you inside and out…go ahead.

Dad, I thank you for finally having a Father God Abba and Lord like you; and I 

praise you for having sent before "I WAS NOW" the prophet Jesaja...a son of 

yours, he is a brother of mine, who in moments of despair was always ready to

help me overcome my displeasure in the face of this abomination and 

hypocrisy .

By reading Jesaja 53 and precisely verse number ten, I was thus able to move 

forward, and to grow firmly in your plan, which your father pre-established for

yourself.

If everything goes well, Father, I sincerely hope to shake hands and sit where 

you think the assigned seat is for me.

Thanks for this, Dad.

I will do everything, son, that you will be happy. Your Father, Abba God Holy 

Lord.

Dad, shall we begin? I'm ready!

Yes son, I saw that you put yourself well covered and full and then sat down to

write the book of truth.

Yes, Dad.

Dad, thank you for the bread and everything else you offer me.

I see son, that you know how to appreciate my gifts, because I, your Father, 

am a Father who loves children. Yesterday I saw you in the late afternoon, sad 

and bitter, why my son?

Dad, we ran out of bread and many other things, and I felt alone for a 

moment, because I am always alone, everyone leaves me alone; as if they were

afraid of me; but I don't understand why, because I am good and I don't hurt 

anyone, in fact I'm here to help do good.

44.

Yes, my son, you are good, but when they see you, they know that the Eternal 

Father is in you...but since they are full like a barrel of manure, because they 

preferred to do evil instead of good, seeing you, they are ashamed of how they

themselves are, leaving you alone as has often happened before.

Dad, how? I don't understand, why do you say this: "...as has often happened 

before"?

Son, it is not the first time that I, as my son, have sent you to work in my 

vineyard to harvest the grapes; but now, this task is and will be your last, to 

then sit at the well-set table together with the other guests, all worthy of 

being called guests.

Dad, that's why there are moles on the skin behind the neck, above the right 

ear and in front of the heart, which have a diameter similar to the caliber of a 

bullet.

Righteous son, but you also have moles on your head, as a sign of the crown of

thorns that the Roman soldiers placed on you, and not only, on the right side 

of your ribcage, precisely documented and analyzed in the cloth "THE 

SHROUD", you have a deformed or dislocated rib from that spear blow, 

described in the Holy Scriptures, made by the soldier Longines.

Now son, let's reread together and put the periods and commas.

Yes, Dad.

Done Dad.

Good, don't touch anything anymore, and let's move on.

Dad, are we at the end then?

No son! We are not at the end but at the beginning, because they must, I 

repeat they must create paradise on earth and no longer destroy, because 

once you leave your body, you are like the last stone that the builders rejected.

Basically Dad, they have no other options, because they are like the five 

foolish virgins.

Son, I see and hear; you said it right.

Those who make mistakes will no longer be forgiven, but will be eternally 

punished.

Dad, during the work you granted me, in the days of tribulation, I left 

messages in various offices and concierge desks.

Yes son, I followed you as I am following you now; I saw and heard everything 

and everyone!

If I remember correctly, I presented myself several times, in front of the 

central concierge of the Ministry of the Interior, and left the following:

A FIRST TIME, THE FACE OF CHRIST JESUS IN A PHOTO FROM NASA

THE SECOND TIME, A MESSAGE WRITTEN WITH A BIBLICAL TEXT, THAT 

IS:

MENE TEKEL PERES

THE THIRD TIME, ANOTHER WRITTEN MESSAGE WHICH FROM THAT 

MOMENT ONLY YOUR LAWS APPLY, THAT IS THE TEN COMMANDMENTS

EXODUS 20.

Yes son, I saw everything, and I also saw that the State Police vehicles stopped

you near the avenue later, and after asking for your personal data, they 

prohibited you from approaching for 24 hours near the square, where the 

Ministerial Palace is located.

Dad, nothing remains hidden from you.

Right son, nothing remains hidden from me!

Let's reread son and then pause.

Yes, Dad.

(now I finish "page 44" ―> and start a new sheet)

45.

Dad, sorry, a question?

Yes son, I'm here, ask!

Dad, what happens if the "five foolish virgins" do not recognize, or rather take 

what we have written in this manuscript, and throw it in the trash?

Son, I being the Father Supreme God, I know beforehand that they think so, 

because I am the builder, and not they are my builder.

You son, having been born where I, your Father God, gave birth to you, and in 

the course of your life, you had what I also gave birth to, and I united you with

it, to give birth to what you so much desired to have, that that I your Father 

God have granted you “YOUR SON”; but in reality he is my son, because it is I

who knows what his task will be, but it is not the deluded others who say what

my son (in this case I am referring to your only son) must do, but it is only I 

God I am the one who decides who leads, and no one can stop me from doing 

so.

Read again now.

Done.

Dad, the story inserted as sheet number 38, is it like saying the last solution to

get out of the cage and clean everyone together and with the heart?

Yes son, because I, being the IT Engineer, recognize whether the worker's 

heart is in tune in the joy and pleasure of working heartily, or is out of tune, 

working damaging his own heart and the hearts of those around him.

Reread and put commas!

Done!

Pause now.

OK

OK

Son, are you there?

Yes, Dad.

Now the paper that you hung behind the door where you sleep, rewrite it as it 

is without adding or removing anything; the last line is also important, but not

now, but for the following sheets. Go ahead. And do as I your Father have you

said!

REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE FOR MY GLORY AND NOT YOURS, BECAUSE 

YOU HAVE NOTHING OF YOUR OWN, NOT EVEN THE EYES ARE YOURS, 

BECAUSE I GAVE THEM TO YOU, AS WELL AS EVERYTHING ELSE UP TO 

THE FLOOR UNDER YOUR FEET, I CAN EVEN CUT OFF YOUR FEET, BUT IF

YOU DO WHAT'S GOOD FOR MY GLORY, I'LL MAKE YOU WALK!

I YOUR FATHER ABBA GOD

Done, Dad.

I saw…now, pause.

Dad, I'm here again, after having lunch...and while I was having lunch I 

thought about "PAPPONI".

Son, we'll postpone that thought you had about “PIMPS” a little later.

All right. I understand!

Dad, now an image of the face of Christ drawn and painted from the vision of 

his sister Faustina comes to mind.

Come on son; and with this, what do you want to tell me?

Dad, that face is or rather has the same face as my son, with the same eyes.

Well done, my son, you understood perfectly; and that is why

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that you are where you are now.

Dad, allow me, can I tell you?

Yes, tell me the reason, son!

I am preparing the way for the path of the one who follows after me, that is: 

the new MESSIAH, the new guide to fulfill your will as the Eternal Father.

And so, Dad?

Yes, son is like that, and he will be your son, Alexander!

Thanks Dad for your lovely gift!

Please.

Dad, excuse me, I wrote a letter for my son, and for me it is a very personal 

letter addressed only to him, Alexander.

Yes son, this is how it must be! What is personal, written from your heart for 

your only child, so too must remain personal. Amen!

Dad, while the other two sheets of paper that are stuck on the mirror, above 

the sink in the room where I sleep, do I have to translate them, yes or no?

Son, yes; don't add anything...just do the translation!

I go…

(first sheet on the left:)

Woe to those who say that life is a pure illusion!

You hypocrite, how can you say that?

Have you forgotten the pains of the past?

If you lose a limb today, do you think it's an illusion?

You, you will regret being born, "oh lucky one" with two legs that you were 

born, but to go on the journey that I described to you.

Woe to you in eternity if you, in actions without words, do not begin to clean 

up the abomination that you have sown like a weed, and finally replace it with 

the good.

Pieces of minced meat you will become, like food for pantegane and 

cockroaches in eternity!

I Am, the Lord! Amen.

―>

(second sheet on the right)

Woe to those who declare that yesterday is no more.

How can you say that?

How can you think that?

If you build a house today, do you want to live there tomorrow?

Or are you a madman who builds today and demolishes tomorrow?

How can you always be like this!

Build once but just, so as not to have the walls painted with your blood or with

the blood of your children!

I Am, the Lord! Amen.

Dad, I did as you ordered.

Well done, son. Now take a break for a moment.

All right. See you later, Dad!

See you soon, son!

Son, now that you've finished drinking your tea, get up because we have to 

work.

Here I am.

Son, tell me and define the word “PAPPONE”.

Dads, pimps or pimps are or are those who consider themselves "VIP" and 

with a responsible position, but always remain selfish.

Son, give me an example.

The pimp has a very busy life, between meetings and gatherings, talking 

together with his fellow "pimps" about how to improve social conditions for a 

community "GOOD".

The "Pimp" is the hypocritical brother, who always presents himself to the 

public clean and smiling from the outside, and if you stop him for a moment, 

he always has a ready answer, because he has been well educated, by those 

who are more "Pimp" than him .

Son, is that like a false priest?

(new sheet…)

47.

Yes Dad, it's the same thing.

The only difference is that the pimp thinks about his stomach and the 

stomachs of his pimp friends, without wearing the Cross of Jesus Christ on his 

neck; while the false priest shows others that he "LOVES" Christ Jesus, but in 

reality he hates him.

Son, why do you use the word “HATE”?

Dad, because when I presented myself before the false pimp priest, he didn't 

welcome me as it should be according to the Gospel, but he called the police 

and the ambulance.

Well done, son! You told the truth!

And what did you do then?

I got myself admitted, since I was all soaking wet, from a night spent out in a 

storm, and I got served (because, hungry) a breakfast.

And then son?

I'm gone!

Son, didn't they give you the bill to pay afterwards?

No, Dad... because it was an emergency, but the ambulance driver was already

ready "without my authorization" to photocopy the passport with everything 

he needed to send me an invoice.

Dad, because when a nurse works, before treating you he wants a document 

or a health card, and then once he gets the piece of paper or plastic, maybe he

treats you.

―>

As a son, perhaps he “cares for you”; I don't understand you?

“Maybe it cures you” to me means that it doesn't always “FIX” you, but it 

breaks you even more.

Son, well done! You told the truth.

Thanks Dad.

Son, I'll ask you a question, namely the following: why is the "Pimp" "Pimp"?

Dad, do you want to ask me if a pimp is born or a pimp is made?

More or less, son.

Dad, I am the son, and nothing remains hidden from you... in my opinion it is 

like this:

1) The pimp was born not a pimp, but later became a pimp.

2) The pimp born a pimp, and then pimps behind the backs of others.

The born pimp, no pimp, is like saying the brother or sister who believes that 

what he does and wants to do has a positive meaning for the community, that 

is, for everyone.

The brother or sister, wanting to do good, hopes to get to the chair, but often 

it is not possible, because there is someone else who is already sitting.

In this case, the desire for envy takes over and in order to obtain what he has 

always "dreamed of", he begins

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to accept gifts and invitations from whoever built that chair.

The moment the good brother or sister begins to accept invitations and gifts, 

that's it: he has left as a good brother or sister, only to no longer be as he was,

but has become a “Pimp”.

Once sitting on the "THROONE" he sees in himself, being now an egoist, the 

advantages of that position assumed, but at the same time he has become the 

slave of those who helped him, or of those who facilitated his career by buying

him.

Reread son, and put the commas.

Yes, Dad.

Reread, Dad.

I have seen and I have read, son. Now, son, why do you say “buying it”?

Yes Dad, because as everything is written in the Book of Proverbs of Solomon, 

within the Holy Scripture, there is the following:

<< whoever accepts a gift, a present, risks becoming the slave of whoever 

gives the gift. >>

Righteous son, you spoke the truth, because I, your Father, also hate the 

"PIMPS" as you wrote.

Dad, if you allow me, I wanted to complete; this too has already been said in 

the past, by I Am, in the Gospel according to Matthew 23.

That's right, son!

Dad, in the second case, I saw that the pimp enjoys being a pimp, and lets 

himself be carried a little here and a little there, and then talks and shows off 

as if he were a peacock, in all the its activities, both private and public.

Son, this is also true!

(wait, I forgot to put the number above 48)

Son, reread calmly and put the commas, because I'm going to get two clubs to

beat them!

Excuse me dad, before you get the clubs I wanted to ask you a question?

Tell me son, I listen to you.

Dad, what's the point of putting the parish priest's name on the canopies for 

penance if he wasn't there when I entered the church?

Son, those cabins were built in the past because after the wars everyone went 

to confession, now after many years, they use them as a storage room and 

broom holder for "CLEANING".

Dad, now that it comes back to me, I too saw that they are used to "CLEAN" 

the floor before the mice start to grow.

Son, I see that even if you wear glasses, your eyesight always remains good.

Thanks, Dad...but I noticed that often near churches in central squares, there 

are other buildings, cleaner and always open, before the church itself.

So what about son?

Well, I went inside to ask if it is the parish house or not... and if so, or tried to 

have a conversation with the parish priest, but I was often told that he is out 

of service.

Light the candle son.

There you go, Dad.

Then, when I came out of their "OFFICES", I looked carefully and noticed that 

the office is downstairs, while the parish priest's home is upstairs.

Son, don't create problems where "there are no problems: maybe he went to 

have breakfast or to the bank".

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Sorry Dad, but you know, being always alone, I was looking for someone to 

talk to on the subject of the Bible.

But son, there are also staff in their offices, and they are in my opinion, all 

believing people.

Dad, I noticed that the passive and the active know it very well: but when I 

asked, if they know the Book of Kohelet, they don't even know how to write it 

and where it is found.

Good son, you spoke the truth!

Reread son and think.

Yes, Dad.

Dad, as you know, not meeting the priest in one church, so I went to the other 

church.

I don't understand son! Explain yourself better!

After leaving the church and the Catholic "OFFICE" I went to look for the 

other Protestant church, but even there the "PASTOR" brother is often not 

there.

And with this, son, what changes? I don't understand where is your 

problem? Perhaps he too went to have breakfast or to the bank.

But Dad, I went into the bank later, everything is clean there, and the people 

are always smiling, but the priest or pastor wasn't there either.

Right son, you told the truth... because he, that is, the "HYPOCRITICAL" son, 

does not enter the bank, but sends the secretary.

The "HYPOCRITICAL" priest is ashamed to show that he is a bank customer, 

and that is why he had a building built inside the cathedral

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cabin "for penance" complete with security and modern systems, all with the 

purpose, depending on the priority used for those who visit "on call" those 

who go to confession.

Dad, sorry I found myself in there too; I felt like I was inside a room similar to 

that of a credit institution, when large sums of "LIQUID" money are 

withdrawn.

You son, when you entered there, during the "CONFESSION" did you keep 

him in mind, how much did you imagine in that moment?

Yes, Dad. Of course not! I almost felt bad seeing all that waste of material, 

work and technique..."USEFUL" for "THEM" to save the poor lost souls.

Son, your eyes have seen well!

Well done, you told the truth, now I'll go and beat them all.

Dad, wait I wanted to point out that when I knocked on the door of my 

"BROTHERS" father or evangelist pastor (Protestant) I often found the wife or

"HUSBAND" and their children.

I know all this son, because my eyes are your eyes, and where you went, I also

went with you... but tell me...!

I noticed that the knowledge of the "Holy Scripture" was also not sufficient, 

but very bad.

Son, this is also true! Families read many books while the real book they 

should read, they don't want to read! Now stop! I'm going with sticks!

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Good morning, Abba; thanks for the breakfast, coffee, bread, honey, jam, oil, 

onion, sugar. Thank you for the water, for the sink, for washing my sweater, 

for the drying rack, for the door, for the sun, for the floor, for your company.

Thank you Abba, because I love you, because you Abba, don't leave me alone, 

because I am your son, and you are my Only Daddy for me, Abba!

Thank you Abba, for being you as you are; just, correct, faithful, patient and at

the same time available to listen, who truly loves you with all their strength, 

with all their thoughts, with all their will, with all the love of a child with the 

Father, and vice versa, of a Father with his son.

Thank you forever, Abba.

Son, thanks also to you from your Father Abba God One Most Holy Lord.

ABBA, YOUR FATHER!

Son?

Yes, Dad, I'm listening. Tell me!

Now, go to my daughters, your sisters, and ask for some honey, bread, oil and 

fruit.

I'll do it, Dad.

You must always be kind and polite, and also patient…

Yes, Abba!

Mention a little the content of this writing, and report that they too, like your 

sisters, are an example now, and for the next generations.

Now go, my son.

Dad? Abba? I'm back. I tidied up, cleaned, made the candle, threw the seeds 

out into the woods, cleaned the floor, beat the blankets, washed the parquet, 

ate yesterday's remains, beat the carpet, took a shower and prayed; and now I

thanked for the beautiful sunset, because it is all your work. Thanks Dad. Your

son!

Thanks to you too my son! Your Father, Abba!

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Son, how are you doing? Everything OK?

Yes Dad. Thank you.

Well, as you can see it's not that cold, and the snow, as it came, is now going 

away little by little.

Everything passes, and today I am one day older than yesterday, as if to say, I 

am dying every new day, a little bit older.

Yes son, it's like this; it is the test to then get to live in paradise.

Abba, as already said: << perseverance until the last hour! >>

Correct the text child!

Done. Dad, what will we talk about today?

Today, my son, we will talk about desire.

It's a very interesting topic, Dad.

Yes son, because desire is the origin.

As? I don't understand, Abba.

Son, at the basis of everything there is desire; each of my sons and daughters 

have desires, but there is desire and “WISH”.

True desire is a clean, unblemished, pure desire, based on a good called 

good. For those who desire and for all others, even if others do not have the 

same desire.

Dad, sorry, how does desire arise?

Desire already arises with thought, that is, with the mind. The mind, which is 

dependent on the body I built, thinks how to get to desire what it has thought.

However, the mind must realize whether the thought is fantastic, that is, 

imaginative, or possible, feasible and therefore achievable.

In the world in which your son now lives is a world together with others of 

your kind; all my children and therefore your brothers, different in 

appearance, but all "connected" to each other.

Firstly, they are all connected with the same desire, to satisfy the body they 

possess, and secondly they are all searching, that is, the desire to obtain an 

advantage by making the least possible effort...

Pause, son... your sister has arrived, come on!

Dad, I'm back from break.

Son, take a new sheet, number 51.

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Done Dad.

Good, so I was saying: _

... often to the detriment of others.

In this case, I evaluate whether your brother (or sister) has not been capable 

of loving the neighbor he has, and who lives in his own "WORLD"; therefore 

he is not able to love the one whom he cannot see, but who remains hidden 

from his sight and hearing.

Now son, let's reread together putting the periods, commas and accents.

I, being God the Supreme Father, try to satisfy his desires, but I examine 

whether it is a desire of "WIM" or an indispensable desire, and then make him

highlight that it is all the work of my hands.

Dad, it's like saying: you give "the fat cow" to make everyone happy, "GOOD" 

and "BAD"; to then give "the skinny cow" to recognize whether the "GOOD" 

have remained good or not, and whether the "BAD" have remained bad or 

have become good.

Right, son; because the moment everything is nice and easy, everyone is 

automatically happy and content; while in the period of crisis one recognizes 

whether he is stable in good, or has become unstable, thus showing the true 

nature of himself, without the "MASK", but with a face red with shame for 

being false and hypocritical.

Abba, the worst “THING” there is, is to be false to yourself; is that so, Dad?

Yes, son. Being false to yourself is the worst “THING” your brother or sister 

“HAS”!

Pause, now my son, and then we can correct the text.

Yes, Dad.

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Dad, sister brought me a nice smoked trout.

My son, if you eat badly and unhealthy, how can you think well 

afterwards? This is not possible!

You have to eat well and healthily, otherwise when you think and then write, 

you confuse "whistles with fiascos", the true with the false, and the false with 

the true.

Enjoy your meal!

Thanks Dad!!!

Dad I'm here again, finally with some brain power.

Yes son, fish is good for you, if the fish is healthy and fresh; otherwise even if 

the fish is old it starts to stink from the head.

Dad, if I'm not mistaken, in the Gospel according to Mark, there is a comment 

where it is declared that eating that enters from the mouth does not harm the 

body, but rather it is what comes out of the mouth that makes the person sin...

wait, now I take the Bible and see in which context what has been said above 

is mentioned...here, I found it:

Mark, chapter seven, verse nineteen.

Dad, is it right or is it a lie?

Son, it is right if the food is healthy, pure, without preservatives, natural, not 

artificial, without cheating and ingredients that create a "drug-like" addiction 

between the producer and the consumer.

Abba, in the period in which “I AM” was crucified, the diet was healthy and 

genuine.

Right son, so verse 19 is right about that past time. Today, however, 

industrialization or rather the food industry, in order to remain competitive, 

often distorts the outgoing product, showing the public tables and diagrams 

rich in shapes and colors, but in reality based on a product or products of poor

quality.

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(new sheet)

Abba, like you, nothing remains hidden, I have seen that "coin-operated 

machines" filled with industrial food products of poor nutritional quality are 

placed in schools for those who use them; and not only that, the distributor 

often presents the goods displayed with an advertising message of this type:

“HEALTHY NUTRITION FOR YOUR CHILDREN”

Son, you saw well! Eternal woe to those who create, to those who authorize, 

to those who favor distribution to the detriment of health.

Woe forever to those who see and do not complain, to those who neither use 

nor accept the abomination.

Good for those who fight the abomination, for those who denounce, for those 

who save the children of others, for those who remove evil and bring good!

Son, now pause and then read again.

It's okay, Dad.

I'm here, ... Dad.

Concentrate!

Yes.

Son, now let's both reread together.

Done, Dad.

Now read it again and add the accents and commas.

Done.

Well, now don't write and don't change the text, otherwise it's a fake.

Dad, sorry, I still have one question.

I listen to you!

If the candle goes out, what do I do?

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Son, what a stupid question!

When the candle goes out, it means that it has burned out.

When the candle is consumed, it means that it has reached its "last hour", that

is, death!

I get it, Dad!

Hello son, how are you? Did you sleep well?

Dad, hello and good morning!

My son, as you see you are still there where you are; this means we need to 

move forward.

Yes, Dad. This is clear to me.

I looked at the consumed candle, but there was still a little wax left... for 

another candle more beautiful than before.

Good idea.

Abba, now as a good idea I can think of having a nice breakfast.

Yes, son! Enjoy your breakfast.

Son, come… the time has come to move on. Wait a minute, I'm not done yet, 

Dad.

Son, you wanted to do what you wanted, but now I want to do what I, your 

Father, want!

I'm ready!

Yesterday, we talked about desire…

Yes, a very important topic, but not yet concluded.

For this reason, my son, I will ask you some questions.

Answer me, sincerely as I desire, that is, with your heart.

Son, is it good to desire for others a desire for "GOOD" or a desire for "BAD"?

Dad, obviously a desire for “GOOD”.

Right!

Now son, are there those who wish for others a desire of “EVIL”, yes or no?

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Yes, Dad. There are also those who wish “BAD” to others or to the other.

Right!

Now son, I ask you: whoever desires the evil of others for his own "GOOD", is 

his desire right, yes or no?

No, Dad. He is wrong!

Good son, you thought well.

Dad, excuse me for a moment, but if I've thought well now, why doesn't the 

other person think as well as I myself want him to think?

Son, because there is someone who is wrong to desire.

Who, Dad?

Both are wrong, that is, wrong.

Dad, I'm sorry, I can't understand.

Son, before one begins to desire evil for the other, he initially desired good for

the other as a "starting point".

Dad, is it like saying one “TRANSMITS” and the other “RECEIVES”?

Yes, more or less. Whoever receives the good, sees that the good of the other 

received to him, causes an outcome of advantage in the good of him, feeling 

more "CHARGED" and stronger than before.

It's like saying: two people meet with their "BAGGAGE" with the intention of 

desiring mutual good

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After the hug and the handshake, they exchange part of their "BAGGAGE" 

always with the intention of giving and doing "GOOD" to the other.

Dad, sorry but I can't understand where the mistake is.

Son, the error is not yet there and it was not born during the exchange made, 

but it can arise at a later time.

And when, Dad?

When, the two parties decide to separate to check the advantages or 

disadvantages, after the desire of their meeting.

So Dad, whoever makes a comparison after an exchange risks wishing harm 

on the other?

More or less, son. Because she sees that what he "TRANSMITTED" to the 

other has a higher "VALUE" than what he "RECEIVED" from the other.

I understand, Dad. Those who truly desire to love their neighbor do not 

compare give and take, but love with their heart, without stopping to think 

about the disadvantages or advantages.

Well done, son! Those who truly desire goodness with their "HEART" do not 

see any type of disadvantage in their own good and in the good of others, but 

only recognize the advantages for everyone.

Now I understand, because in one of the ten commandments, there is not to 

covet, other people's women, the ox, the house etc...

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Because by desiring what one does not have, but sees it in the other, 

comparison is born, and with comparison, envy is born, and with envy is born 

the anger of not having, and with the anger of not having is born wickedness, 

and with wickedness “EVIL” is born and love dies, the love of the “TRUE 

HEART”!

Blessed is he who has understood the "TRUE DESIRE" and no longer seeks 

that material "FALSE DESIRE".

Dad, I can say the following:

wealth does not exist, it is a pure illusion, wealth told and transmitted like 

"the tale of Aladdin", gold, gems, precious stones... a fairy tale, as 

unfortunately other fairy tales are, which already lead children to desire 

"EVIL" .

Well said, my son! Well said, my son! Whoever desires and deceives my little 

children, it would have been better for him if he had never been born. Word of

your Father God! Amen.

Now pause, my son.

Yes, but first I'll correct the commas, Dad.

Son, sit down and ask me what you want to ask me.

Dad, in marriage, or rather in the moment in which the woman declares to 

take the man as her husband, and the man declares to take the woman as his 

wife, thus united by a desire as a couple, for a common life with the aim of 

“CREATE” a family, why then during their married life do they not remain 

intact in their basic desire?

My son, both, husband and wife are my children, it is I, your Father who 

unites the "TWO PARTS" driven by their desire to mate.

It is I, your Father God who searches into the depths of the heart, whether 

their marriage is a marriage of the heart or a false, material and lying 

marriage.

It is I, your Father God who scrutinizes even while they sleep, if the wife's 

heart beats in sync with the husband's heart, and vice versa.

It is I, your Father God who scrutinizes, evaluates and measures those who 

offer their hearts in order to love and save the hearts of those who love more 

than themselves.

It is I, your Father God who makes the plant of the heart grow and then 

crosses it with a weaker, drier, but not completely dead plant.

It is I, your Father God who helps the withered plant, before the gardener 

arrives and cuts it, throwing it into the eternal fire.

It is I, your Father God who rejoices in making the plant grow with good fruit.

It is I, your Father God...no one else, it is not you with your "pieces of paper" 

called contracts that guarantee the union of the "HEARTS";

it is I, your Father God who guarantees the union of "HEARTS", but of pure 

hearts, full of good without a desire of evil for the other heart. (The ring on 

the finger is a fake; the real one is only the heart. He who gives the heart, 

does not need to show rings to anyone!)

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It is I, your Father God who saves the heart, because it is I, your Father God 

who works miracles, because miracles exist; because whoever believes in 

miracles, thinks, reflects and searches for who is the Artificer, the Master, the 

Savior of the miracles themselves, until they understand that I Am, your 

Father God, for the good of the son or daughter who, after having moved away

from mine home, come back knocking on my door.

Blessed is he who recognizes and opens the doors to those who return.

Blessed is he who recognizes and rejoices to see again, to embrace those who 

return.

Blessed is he who recognizes and is not ashamed of those who knock at the 

door.

Father, sorry but, if a son or daughter is ashamed to knock where he ran away 

from, whose fault is it?

Son, the fault lies with those who are ashamed, because those who stay at 

home risk being alone in the end, and the fear of loneliness arises. The fear of 

loneliness, in this case, creates a desire for reconciliation and penance until 

forgiveness; with forgiveness grows the hope of seeing those who don't want 

to knock again.

Dad, but if hope then dies, what should the person who remained at home 

waiting do to do?

Son, the answer is simple. That is, he himself must leave his house and go to 

meet the other "SIMILES" who do not want to knock, and then invite them to 

his house.

Now my son, read it again and then go to your sister.

Dad, can I warm up yesterday's remains with some spaghetti first?

Do as you want!

Dad, thanks for the good lunch.

You're welcome, son.

Dad, I reread what the two of us wrote today.

Yes, I saw it, my son.

Now leave everything as it is, and put on top of the sheets (55 sheets) the 

cover that is the name of the book for everyone: THE BOOK OF TRUTH!

Good morning Dad.

Good morning, son.

Dad, today is Sunday and last night I reread the last 5 pages of the book.

Yes son, I saw it! Do you want to confess something to me?

Yes Dad, on the back of sheet 54, precisely at the end, I opened a parenthesis, 

by the way on the topic “WEDDINGS.

Yes, tell me!

I was wrong? Yes or no?

Son, you were not wrong, because what you wrote is also the truth. A ring or 

necklace is just an object as a souvenir for an action and "life choice".

It is not the object that makes marriage and therefore the life of a family 

important, because before, when the "wedding ring" ring was customary, the 

mere word was enough.

Now, "FAITH" is often worn to show those you meet that you are a faithful, 

respectful and correct person, as if it were a "CLEARANCE" to protect 

yourself from false judgements.

Dad, but in reality the ring can also be a lie, right?

Yes, son. True, because there are those who go out in the evening without 

their wives, or

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Without her husband, to then meet the other man or woman, also without a 

husband or wife.

Dad, but since you are God the Father, there is nothing left hidden from you!

Yes, son!

Dad, who in this case committed "THE FAULT", the husband who goes out, or 

the wife who stays at home inside?

Son, both of them, because whoever is lying on the sofa watching television 

images, while the other is waiting, sooner or later gets tired of waiting and 

leaves.

Dad, but if the other one sitting on the sofa waits for the opportunity, until the 

other one gets up and leaves, then whose fault is it?

Son, the fault lies with the one who sits, and who can't wait in "his false 

heart", that the other by getting up commits "the deception".

In other words, Dad, whoever is sitting now has the "alibi" of having "no" 

guilt, but in reality he is guilty of having been hypocritical in premeditating 

one "system" as "eliminating" the other.

Yes son, you understand. The moment the person has achieved her goal, she 

no longer remains sitting on the sofa, but gets up, fixes her hair, puts on tight 

trousers, thus showing her curves, to make up for the time spent.

Dad, but when the last hour comes, do you take the rotten apple and throw it 

into eternal hell?

Son, yes it is. I take the rotten apple and throw it into eternal hell!

Dad, is there a remedy before the apple is discarded?

Yes, son. The only remedy is to pray, because only with prayer can the apple 

be eaten, before the worms enter inside.

Dad, sorry; Does this couple example only apply to weddings?

No, son; it's just an example, for everyone. For example, even for those who 

live together, but are not married.

Dad, and "modern couples" such as man with man, or woman with woman, do 

they also live, as one might say, "together", together for better or together for 

worse?

Son, don't ask me stupid questions!

Dad, sorry!

Son, those types of "modern couples" cannot be called couples, because they 

are against "natural rules", they are just an abomination!

True Dad, if a man gets married to another man, it's like a woman getting 

married to another woman, neither of the two "modern couples" can conceive 

children.

Dad, if the "modern couple" takes a son (daughter) for adoption is it also an 

abomination?

Yes, son, because how can the adopted son call his mother "mother" if the 

"mother" has a beard?

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Right, Dad. I understand! It's like saying, in the "modern couple" woman with 

woman, the adopted son doesn't recognize the dad, because that "dad" is fake,

he wears breasts.

Dad, sorry, and are the "couple" of the priest with "Jesus Christ" or the nun 

sister with "Jesus Christ" also marriage couples?

Son, in a certain sense yes. There is celibacy!

Dad, sorry, I found myself knocking on the door of my priest brother on a 

Saturday evening, who didn't let me into his house, but left me outside.

Yes son, I know why I, being God your Father, see everything and everyone!

Dad, sorry, but not only did I spend the night outside, in a square in front of 

the church, on a bench, but that priest took the car, he had changed his 

priest's dress for a light and "cool" dress, to then go dancing.

Now Daddy, I ask you, how can that priest be married to “Jesus Christ” if he 

goes dancing?

Yes son, that priest, (so do many and the sisters nuns too), has proven to be 

false and a liar, and I, being your Father God, take him like a rotten apple, and

throw him into everlasting hell! Amen!

Son, let's reread together and put the commas and accents!

Yes, Dad!

Done, Dad.

Son, now pause.

Dad, I went out for a moment and then came back.

As you know, I was initially in the little church, where I had a note written in 

my notebook:

What is the point of putting the Bible on the altar?

If the unbeliever comes in, how can he read the Bible if it isn't there where he 

sits?

It is the unbeliever who must be saved, and not the altar with the Bible on it!

Now, my Father, I ask you, did I make the mistake of making the note or are 

they the ones who put the Bible on the altar?

Son, why do you ask me this question? Clearly it is those who place the Bible 

on the altar or sacristy who are wrong; otherwise how can he live as a "pimp" 

parasite?

He likes to preach good while sowing evil.

Dad, I tried everything to warn them in order to sow goodness; but I don't 

have to point it out to you, being your worker.

Right my son, right! It is I who judges, and you are my worker.

Now, my son, the time has come for you to rest.

Thanks Dad. I understand.!

You're welcome, son.

Dad, I, your son, will complete your task, with all my strength, with all my 

body, with all my soul and with all my thoughts. Amen.

Son, this is why I made you "reborn"!

Good morning dad, sorry to bother you, but on the page of sheet 9 (back) as 

well as on sheet 46, there are errors.

Which ones, son?

I mentioned my first and last name and my son's name.

Son, cross out and write the word "name and surname" instead of your name, 

the same for your son!

No dad for my son!

Okay, whatever you want.

Note: 57 sheets

1 cover sheet << The book of truth! (for everyone) >>

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Sorry dad, in my opinion the "book of truth" has not yet reached the end.

Yes, son. You told the truth!

Dad, now I'll write the number of this last sheet on the right..., that's the 

number fifty-eight.

Son, why didn't the book end with sheet number fifty-seven? Can you explain 

it to me, please?

Yes, Dad, because the errors on sheet nine have been eliminated or rather 

replaced with the word "name/surname"...

While I have not deleted the name written twice on sheet forty-six, because it 

is the name that you, God the Father, named before I named your son. If I 

delete "mine", it is right, because I correct "my" mistake; but if I delete the 

"your", it is wrong, because the "your" is no longer a "true your" but becomes 

a "false mine", therefore a lie!

Righteous son, what I have named is true, that is why it was named!

What you have mentioned is also true, but it is true that it is better not to 

name, then to delete to replace with a name "without name and surname", to 

thus avoid growing in pride, placing yourself on an equal footing with your 

Father God, that is, Me!

Dad, and the note under sheet 57 is no longer correct, since today we have 

reached sheet 58. What do I do?

Now son, just erase with one line, like this , and then write the true note of 

the book of truth, under this sheet, because we have reached the end.

I'll do it, Dad.

Done, Dad...now what?

Write the final word!

end

Dad, forgive me the word "end doesn't please me; I like the word “beginning”!

Son, then write the word “beginning”.

Dad, the beginning of Paradise?

Yes son, the beginning of Paradise!

So Dad, now I write the word “the beginning of Paradise”, as You also wish.

Son, as we wish!

Beginning of Paradise

Note: 58 sheets

 1 cover sheet << The book of truth >> (for everyone!)