"My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is taking shape as the central musical piece of the soundtrack I'm curating. It is from this song that the title of the film of the same name takes shape, of which I am also taking care of the screenplay. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible", "The breast of my partner - Portrait of an invisible" wants to be the story of a different person who finally finds his main identity in the relationship with his own woman, his place in the world and it generates a non-destructive relationship with the reality that surrounds it. I can say of this piece that its title is the embrace with otherness charged with meaning and significations, so the protagonist remains invisible to most, but not to his own eyes and to those of those who love him. The subtitle of the score is "The day", "The day", that moment of revelation that man, once he discovers his good selves, will never go back. The metronomic indication is this: "Larghetto, with real passion. The moment of revelation of one's true self, in relationship with the other ". This piece is about a year old. I started composing it in May 2021. I was at home, I listened to Chopin and he vaguely felt like trying a particular chord, with which to start new music: the Neapolitan sixth.
I tried that chord agglomeration, I liked it, then it occurred to me to keep a fixed note on the melody and this was the first core of the writing. This is really the origin of all my new efforts, since I published my novel, "Musa - Thoughts of an artist", after a great commitment during the pandemic, which has drastically changed us all. Subsequently, over the course of the days, I kept the note fixed to the melody, accompanying it with 4 different chordal agglomerates. I had a structure, from which music was born.
Days ago, listening to the song again, it occurred to me to add another 4 chords to the succession and I did it.
I was happy because that succession, as it was intended, gave me great vibrations of joy and made me proud of my work. "My lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" could become the project of a life, spent in search of beauty and the virtuous. This piece represents the encounter between two identities, one male and one female, which are appreciated more and more in mutual knowledge and become a couple who intend to live well, in dignity. In amazement in front of an apple fruit. Facing the boundless ocean. I finished correcting "Muse - Thoughts of an artist" at the beginning of 2019, then I published the novel and I immediately started writing a screenplay which now, after various alterations, has reached a significant overall dimension, of which the The existential theme of "My Lady's breast - Portrait of an invisible" is central, essential, decisive. This piece comes from a Neapolitan sixth. It develops with a single note to the melody and different chordal agglomerations to support it. I have already edited two other versions, with the criterion of the "Theme with variations", today I present the basic structure. This is the heart of my creativity, the root from which a new tree will blossom. I'm happy. Listening to the piece, I had the strong sensation of being on my way, on my path, through my soul. The work is strongly psychoanalytic and revolves around the possibility that finally, after having crossed the desert, a man can say that he is happy, satisfied, genuinely happy. This passage intends to be a hymn to life, that existence that we strive to understand and which, in the end, is to feel the joy of an affectionate embrace of a friend, of one's partner, of a mother. At times, along the path of my production, I felt joy in listening to my music again: this one that I am presenting today is the one that represents me the most, absolutely and I am sure of it. I am pleased. I have identified and isolated the nerve center of all this work, which began before the Pandemic and continues to amaze me with its depth of message and a form that I consider original. I am happy because I already feel that these notes will become the recurring theme of the work. I hope to do well. After all, I just wanted to live and dedicate myself to my passions and I'm succeeding. We are living in a hellish era, there are many questions about the present and the future. I leave it to those who have the opportunity to decide how much my work can be an exponent of that New Age of Light that we all look forward to confidently.
"Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant".
P. C. Tacito
"Where they make the desert, they call it peace".
It is the wickedness that generates the stigma.
A murderous mother, whom she does not understand, kills her children who are brighter than her, forever judging them negatively and expelling them from the community.
A horrible world, devoted to evil, devours people.
Beautiful and fragile flowers, which are a prodigy of mankind, are not helped to shine.
Derided and humiliated, they suffer a definitive sentence: society relegates them to the margins, and in some moments it forgets about them, while in others it persecutes them.
Judged insane, kidnapped and tortured in spirit and body, they will already be dead for the community, which will think of them as anomalies to be fought, the real enemy.
A world of hypocrites and indifferent menacing advances.
An envious perfidy that hates Beauty, in its infinite nuances and combinations, and that feeds on the mourning and torment it produces in the loving children of Humanity, unaware, at first, of their destiny as different, is now prevailing.
Like a cruel mother, society kills its most beautiful members, condemning them to ontic death, since it demands that they suffer, not to make them affirm, as they can represent a different way of living, which is not allowed, in the age of global lie.
Those who have suffered the stigma know they can live outside the coordinates of the system, happy and playful, active and creative, in a dimension of Beauty and harmony.
If he does not go mad with pain, those who suffer the stigma, become aware of their status, know they can live as a dissident, projected into a revolutionary harmony, against which power has decided to conflict, since there must be no music in the existence of those who he underwent the infernal judgment of being considered a different.
The state doesn't want you happy. It needs an army of sad, isolated, lost subjects, who do not communicate with each other, but survive just enough to produce wealth for those in charge and then die.
The stigma can be fatal and those who survive are very dangerous for the system, because it can represent a different way of living away from the glitter of papier-mâché success, from the domination of politicians and from the religious visions of those who hope in God, generating a way of being to the atheist, beautiful, creative world of those who have no intention of disturbing the sleep of sleepers.
The different people lead a secret, clandestine existence and do not intend to sell anything to anyone. This Humanity is far behind, like next year's melons.
Maybe he'll never wake up, or maybe he'll wake up when the atomic bombs arrive.
Maybe we will all die stupid, as we are now.
Those who have suffered the stigma, and are not dead, know they can live in harmony with the world, that world that does not want it, but that he does not hate, because a Lucente is called not to hate anyone.
Years have passed and I still think the same things. Again I find myself writing these letters, but with greater vigor, since we are under attack now, because we are in a regime where the stigma is a tool in the hands of power, used routinely:
"No mask", "No Green pass", "No vax", "Pro Putin" are all examples of stigma, to connote the different who has not bowed to the dictates of power and therefore must be eliminated.
The most glaring case occurs when they call someone insane. At that point, that someone, from a social point of view, died.
Those who suffer from the stigma are called to be a dissident who lives in the New Era of Light, to become a beacon of Humanity. He will be laughed at. Surrounded. Canceled by power, but not by himself. Because of his identity as a man, he loves and loves himself.
Those who have suffered the stigma are different and can no longer behave like the crowd. He is not envious, he helps others, takes into account otherness in all its facets and does not judge anyone. He is indeed an Awakened One.
This century began with boundless hardness. It is not easy to live. It is not easy to keep the rudder straight. Many have already been lost, others will be lost.
Stigma can affect anyone: if you don't do what the system requires of you, it will punish you.
Many years have passed, I was a boy and I lived as I could. I never imagined that my worst nightmares would become reality, as from the beginning of this third millennium. I want to remind everyone that before the pandemic we found ourselves almost totally recognizing how rotten this system of things was. Now only loyal soldiers of the regime. All obedient, all resigned, all compliant. Two years of schizodemia have forged a people of servants, obsequious puppets who follow the rules and behaviors served up on TV, the true instrument of evil.
It is now forbidden to disagree. There is stigma lurking, and even within families, those who do not align themselves with the government are accused of dissidence, being excluded.
I have always been excluded, in times, where all this was not even remotely present, although the vein authoritarian and punitive of the state was more relevant than ever.
The stigma struck me, my partner, but we are still alive, in a condition that allows us to appreciate the new buds of a tree. They can hit us again. At every moment, at the juncture in which we least expect it. Resistence. It is necessary to be very clear about one's image of human beings with a critical sense and empathy.
Those affected by the stigma may falter, but it is not right to perish. Everything the system says, through its courtly megaphones, is garbage. It wouldn't do well to make manure for the fields either, because it is sterile and poisonous. What to do? The opposite of what the news says. All time. Boycott them. Don't let them into your world, since, with their sinuous weapons of mass distraction, they can make you believe anything, even that you need to sell your mother.
Those who have suffered the stigma, and have survived, know they can lead a happy life, with their fellows, ready to participate in any manifestation of human intelligence, which does not want to destroy, but to edify. A murderous world kills. It is up to us to escape and build a microcosm made of Beauty and we can do it, in the kitchen, tonight, preparing something to eat while listening to a friendly Radio.
He could make her laugh,
in those moments,
he felt virile,
like never before.
In an instant,
he looked her in the face.
Her beautiful Nymph face bewitched him.
They were two survivors,
fled in horror from a great war.
They found themselves in an infinite tenderness,
due to which a hug should never fail.
She knew how to amuse him,
playing with her child spirit.
He was lost in her,
in her kisses,
in her caresses,
and he would never have betrayed her.
Outside, an absurd world expanded into its psychosis,
but they kept smiling,
certain that they would defend their kingdom from the assaults of the enemies.
A New Age of Light confidently awaited her children.
It was in the mind of anyone who wanted to return to Beauty,
against a world of soul pornography.
The rulers are ravaging common living,
with projects that,
they became more and more criminals.
People were lost.
There was always a discordant note,
in what was said,
in the halls of power.
Some grasped its meaning,
others continued to sleep.
A new Sun was near.
A new way of living together.
The two continued to take long walks,
to love themselves with every fiber of their being.
Their communication was transparent,
there were no filters or mystifications.
There was only their truth as people,
that they had chosen,
for the life.
Silence was also permissible,
to think better.
They had the most precious asset:
the Love that re-signify everything ...
Pioneers of the New Age of Light
1. "Genesis of Light"
2. "Deep state of mind"
3. Scherzo. "Aries"
4. "Back or forward"
Humanity is behind, one day someone will explain well how it was possible that in 2022, with the most advanced technology of each era in hand, we were so medieval. It is not a question of attributing blame: it is a fact, although it is urgent to understand the responsibilities of the destruction that is before our eyes. This is not a tribunal, there is no attempt to reach a sentence, which, inevitably, over time, there will be, to define the traits of those who have made the mass totally immature, unable to live except in a spiral between shopping and duties, holidays and mortgages, which have transformed her into a five-year-old child, dedicated to the satisfaction of his basic needs, highly influenced, placed in the position of needing a father State who tells him what to do and perpetually search for an ancestral and sudden form of pleasure. Maybe it's nobody's fault, come to think of it, or maybe it's all those who didn't protest while a crime was committed against one of our brothers. The truth is that we were all careless: it didn't happen to me, so patience, I can't help it, I'm sorry; then a healthy "went looking for her" was added, as in the case of women victims of rape, and with this rampant sanity we hit rock bottom, never learning to be men. Today I entered a site, cheerful and bold faces to comment on who knows which masterpieces of contemporary music. I got stomach ache. I had a strong revulsion reaction. I no longer tolerate images of a hit sold to the masses like the American Dream. The quality is missing. Know-how has become a rare commodity. We are content to eat garbage with the mouth and garbage with the eyes of the soul. I stayed on the site, to do some of my own things and then I fled. Sequins, jewels, screaming watches, sculptural physics, the triumph of Uncle Sam. I, on the other hand, get excited in front of a photo of Sviatoslav Richter's beautiful face, in black and white ... Today I closed a new musical work: "Pioneers of the New Age of Light", which is divided into four Movements and I was satisfied with myself, I would like to continue creating beautiful things, if creativity is on my side. Here are the Movements:
1. "Genesis of Light"
This initial movement opens with an orchestral tutti, followed by a suspension. I thought about how much the Genesis of Light is in every person born. We have all experienced the light, always, even when we go around the city and notice the flowers in a flowerbed illuminated by the sun. The song is intended to be happy, sometimes cheerful and reflect a festive atmosphere. The initial theme returns, with force, determining a climate of relaxation. There are several percussion interventions. The whole orchestra moves towards the Light. It was not easy to paint the Light with sounds, but the overall tension of the music, which is joy, makes me feel that I have portrayed my subject well. The New Age of Light is already in people who intend to live well, do no harm to anyone and participate in the collective joy of the human tribe. This I mean.
2. "Deep state of mind"
This is the passage I concluded this morning. I had been thinking about closing the draft for days, I thought about it, I told myself that I should have composed it, but I was taken by the other Movements. This morning, returning from a tour of the city, I got to work. This Movement, at first, should have been called "Deep state", as a description of a deep state of well-being, but then I preferred the term "Deep state of mind". Today I worked about an hour on the piece. A few brushstrokes, not too many chords, some rhythmic combinations, and then I felt satisfied. It is a profound state of mind, that of surveillance and vigilance. Of love and respect. Of the desire not to delegate to anyone the task of making one's life beautiful, because we always know what is right for us, if we listen to each other.
3. Scherzo. "Aries"
Sometimes, to live in dignity, what is needed is the stubborn courage of a ram, which does not retreat, does not allow itself to be intimidated. I composed this Movement on April 4th, my father's birthday, who always told me: “Don't do harm, don't be afraid”. This piece is dedicated to him and how he always did his best for those he loved. My father would not recognize this society in which we live, isolating himself from it.
4. "Back or forward"
And we come to the fourth Movement. The community is behind, it has the psychological age of a child to be told what to do and what not to do. We have not awakened, even after two years of pandemic. The banners "Everything will be fine" turned out to be an ominous prophecy: not everything went well, the society is dead, common living has been polluted, people are disoriented. Now we pay the consequences. One cannot remain immobile, it is not foreseen by the laws of Nature, a reality either progresses or regresses, and this is all that should occupy the center of our reflections from here on out. What do we want to be? The New Age of Light awaits us, if only we want it or we can continue to involute, deliver this planet to darkness and rot for the rest of our lives in a slave cage, controlled in everything we do and sad, no more dreams from realize. I do not want this either for myself or for my loved ones and I will fight so that it does not happen.
"Everything will be fine" read from the balconies of Italian cities during the confinement. We decided to have courage and trusted faithfully to those who had the power to decide our lives. They have betrayed us, on all fronts, now those who have awakened from hypnosis can say it out loud. There are people who have not succumbed to blackmail. There are men and women who seek the Light. I'm there, with my partner, always alert, vigilant, ready to pick up new signs of liberation, because that's what we are talking about, liberation from an ancient evil that has taken over the world and wants to do nothing but destroy it. We must oppose an ever increasing number of individuals who do not intend to give up their dimension as a creative and loving human being. It takes slaves, and that's why my music will forever be militant, able to fight against abominations. The people in government have committed crimes against Humanity, their crimes are under the eyes of those who want to see. I will not forget, really. They flooded us with lies, more and more serious, more and more poisonous. It is a deadly potion that inoculated in the minds of people, who, after two years of hypnosis, no longer know how to distinguish good from evil and this is a big problem. We are a minority, in an absolute sense. We cannot move the balance, but we think and reason and what is happening is very serious and undermines the foundations of civil coexistence, creating a vulnerability in Western democracies and feeding the only great virus that is in circulation: terror. A terror that is in the speeches. In the masks. In that pathological propensity that makes us identify an enemy and then project a whole series of our unresolved parts onto him. We are at war, but not from now. Our way of life has been attacked since ancient times, in their projects we should all become automatons, although a small minority does not want to. "Everything will be fine" was the motto of the beginning of the Pandemic, it headed everywhere and it was a specific intention of the government to make us feel good, closed at home, away from our loved ones, as in my case. Then nothing went well. They took over our lives, they destroyed the welfare state, and the minority that noticed everything first was mocked, then threatened, finally condemned with the social stigma of the different, a conclusive operation with which the regime annihilates dissidents, crushed by the weight of the bleating community that acclaims the government's maneuvers as good and indispensable. My music is part of a Revolution, the Revolution of the different, of those who have suffered the stigma, but have never believed a single word of the rulers. Everything has turned upside down. It's a whole world upside down. White is black and black is white. I do the exact opposite of what the politician on duty says, because I know that this is the path of truth. "Everything will be fine" they said. When the confinement which was a compulsory medical treatment with strong traits of imprisonment began, I warmly hoped that the world could get better. I also believed in everything will be fine, because I thought that people, imprisoned in their homes, would have the opportunity not only to make pizza and bread, but also to reflect and decide what best possible world to build. Instead, as was to be expected, imprisonment has generated abstinence and abstinence has fed our most filthy drives, plunging us into an abject and mean world, where powerful young men with Rolex, from their boat in Miami, tell us how to become men. of success, a success that touches only a few and that, for the rest of the population, remains a mirage. The result is a society of monsters, pathological narcissists able to sell themselves their mothers, rulers blinded by the spasmodic lust for power and dedicated to the realization of a flat and enslaved, dying Humanity. The awakened ones are few, in percentage terms. What can they do? Essentially save himself, or a little more. The awakened ones, who are Shining ones, can already live here in the New Age of Light, they are the pioneers, those who cross the line of the prairie and headed for a new world. I composed this music in the hope that one day someone will consider it good, because, as I have always said, in the New Age of Light there will be a need for new Art, not that of millionaire DJs who show us their beautiful photographs from the yacht. Everything has become pornography. The obscene taste has also touched art, irreversibly polluting it. A Refoundation is urgently needed. The help of all the willing is needed, but first humanity must awaken from the long torpor, from the infamous hypnosis, with which they are attempting a large-scale lobotomy operation. I'm not there, but I'm only one. I am in the company of my Companion who is a true guerrilla, but, counting on us, we discover that we are few units out of 100. Maybe we will not see the dawn of the New Age of Light, but some of our nephews maybe yes. I have seen people degrade to a larval state. Attentive and intelligent people until the day before. I have seen Narcissism triumph, which is a very dangerous evil of the mind, for all who come into contact with the mentally ill and many of these pathological criminals are at the head of nations. I can not accept further. All this is inadmissible. Perhaps, for me, the best solution will be to devote myself hard to my things to isolate myself from a murderous world that does not want People's happiness. I will continue to send signals from this New Age of Light of mine, waiting for my fellow men who want to share this journey which, however, is always wonderful, despite the Draghistan ...
This piece was born with a precise intuition, days ago, while I was in the kitchen and I was thinking of a succession of octaves, which I wrote almost immediately, after having analyzed them. It was April 4, my father's birthday, and I thought about the zodiac sign of Aries, reminding me how, even today, it is necessary to be a bit of a ram, stubborn and strong-willed, to achieve a new form of peace, which is lasting. The piece seems complex to me, I used different rhythmic and harmonic structures, drawing on the Greek ways, which offered me a wide range of combinations. This music is full of joy and struggle, strength and courage, in a perspective that sees the people victorious against the charms of a system that has never loved us, has never taken into consideration our legitimate aspirations and has not never busy with our needs. This composition is militant, well. It aims to communicate a new dimension of Man, in a New Era of Light, which will come, for those who will be there, it is only a matter of time, in which people can awaken from torpor, to rebuild a worthy world, not that of advertising. . I am confident, like my music. For the New Era of Light, there will be a need for novelty in all areas of human existence. There will also be a need for new art, other than the pornographic entertainment of the shows that have spread since the early 2000s. This music is an encouragement to move forward: there is so much to discover around the world! It is our time, let's grasp it ... They want us sad and dejected, we respond with joy. They see us as slaves, we raise our song of happiness to the cosmos, because we are noble creatures, who deserve the best. Within music there is a battle, between darkness and light, which has always existed and has now reached its technological version, in an anthropology that is seeing the affirmation of a different, more just Man. in his instances, more attentive to the needs of otherness, less selfish and less narcissistic, struggling with a myriad of unsolved beings who tend to command. This composition is a hymn to transformation, the one through which each person can become Shining and usher in a New Era of Light. I will never tire of believing that one day this delirium of Capitalism will be just a distant memory and we will live in peace as brothers. I have hope. It can't always go wrong. If we want to, we can already be beautiful people, despite everything.
Genesis of the Light
This piece of music is titled "Genesis of Light", and focuses on the possibility that one day in the future there will be an era of justice and beauty. It opens with an orchestral Tutti, solemn, with a lively tension. It is the beginning of the New Era of Light, yet to come, which will sanction the definitive consecration of the Psyche in the debate between people, who will respect and love each other, despite their diversity, which will no longer be a social stigma, but a value. . We are experiencing a dark hour in history. Either we continue to regress or we evolve towards a form of humanity never known, which is based on love and peace. At minute 2:51 the theme of Light is born, warm, enveloping, reassuring. The Light has been endangered too many times in the past two years, which have seen the supremacy of the media over the minds of most, who have allowed themselves to be hypnotized by a distorted and fallacious narrative. I'm confident. The forces of evil will try to dictate the law to the end, but many are awakening and are no longer willing to believe the lies of the regime. In Italy, as elsewhere. The theme of Light is re-proposed. We need Beauty. Of commitment and solidarity. Of play and lightness. I wrote this song to remind myself that the storm does not last forever and after that there is always a wonderful rainbow. I want to contribute with my work to the birth of the New Era of Light, which will allow people to live in dignity. Children will finally be respected and listened to. There will be no more chains. You will breathe deeply. I want to be there. I want to participate. This reign of evil cannot last forever. I know it. Together with me, many know this who have not resigned themselves to idiocy and have continued to live hoping that something wonderful could happen. We are already flashes. Shiny. Wonders. We kept in touch with reality when it would have been more consequential to believe in their world of lies. We healed ourselves. We have listened to our truest internal voice and have not succumbed to blackmail. How much courage it took ... Now we must continue along our path, without hesitation, hesitation or regret. We have to do it. We will hold the weight. We'll make it. We are already the new Resistance, the one that has not adapted to the new normality, the one much acclaimed by the media, who wanted to enslave us. I must be able to continue to believe that I am part of a community of warriors, who do not intend to sell or sell. One day, children will no longer have to fear anything from the adult world.
The pioneers of the New Age of Light
We are the Pioneers of the New Age of Light, which will be the definitive consecration of the fundamental importance of the Psyche in every type of human interaction, based on respect, love and the freedom to be oneself, due to a research that has as its center the human relationship in its complexity and the perception of oneself and otherness as a precious gift to be jealously guarded in one's heart.
There is no greater good in the world than the health of the Psyche, which gives birth to a society of happy, generous and attentive to the needs of others. After waking up, we investigated reality, realizing how much the official version of the story was false; unable to direct people's steps towards the good, the beautiful and the virtuous.
They have told us a black tide of lies, my lords, and they do not intend to stop. The only thing related to the pandemic that had to be transmitted to people was that the virus was highly treatable, if caught in time, in the first days of the onset of symptoms. It was necessary to allow doctors to treat the sick. It was necessary to see clearly, doing the first autopsies that have never been performed in Italy. This was necessary. This was not done, nor said, because they were profiting from the pandemic, generating a system of fear and anguish that would have condemned most to hypnosis and slowly to lobotomy.
We set out to rebuild ourselves, after a long hibernation and a harsh winter of the soul, icy and chilling, ghostly and deadly, because of which who knows how many people have lost their sense and that balance that made them strong individuals. I have seen things more clearly for years, after having encountered the hypocrisy of the system, which does not want you to grow up, to pamper spoiled children dedicated to spending all they have, in a pathology that has yet to be well studied by specialists.
I have never been satisfied with the recipes of power: become a successful person, buy a villa, hang out with many women; no, I never thought of that model as something to aspire to, because I wanted the Beauty of the Psyche, the full satisfaction of the soul, the satisfaction of feeling healthy, not a trough of schizoid thrusts, with which one gets used to living to turn into real monsters.
I have always been a different one, since I was a child, when I felt the need to seek the truth. As a boy I was a rebel acting for a just cause. Now, as a man, I am an awakened one and I have chosen brothers, who are the true Pioneers of the New Age of Light, beyond to come, in a world where normality is the embrace and no longer the violence of constant rape of the sensitivity of people, who are tired of having to be afraid of everything.
This world is totally pathological, symptoms are felt everywhere. Our rulers are psychotic, who think of war as a possible solution to tensions between nations. Many people are going into suffering, disoriented at the idea of no longer following the mass media that spread the only real lethal virus: terror, with which to dominate all people, who live in an eternal apnea, without ever being serene and fully enjoy the joy of existence.
I never believed the official version of the facts, always thinking it was polluted. I have never succumbed to the deception of success, served up by the society. I never wanted to be anything other than myself. As a dolphin is happy to be a dolphin, I am happy to be myself.
I was born in 1974, a few years later the controlled demolition of my country, Italy, would begin. I had the right to vote when Silvio Berlusconi entered the political arena who made this national community a theater of virgins offered to the Emperor, conniving parents and pimp fathers, destroying the social fabric and condemning the community to be polluted by pathological narcissists from imposing dimensions, in the most depressing squalor.
I was here, in 2008, for the real estate bubble of US subprime mortgages, the fall of Lehman Brothers and the advent of Mario Monti, a social butchery to the nth degree and I was also here for the arrival of the two Chinese tourists with whom the Covid era has officially begun, with the interlude of anguish over Islamic terrorism which, according to the TVs, seemed to have to kill us all. This is because they have always cultivated fear, a very effective instrument of control. So, I didn't miss anything; I haven't died a long time ago, either from lies or from illness.
But it is with the Pandemic that my most authentic awakening began, although, as I said, since I was a boy I was against the prevailing system, which, at the time, made us live, contemplating a series of anomalies, people out of the chorus who they did not constitute a danger, since they were relegated to their own room.
However, due to the Coronavirus, I definitively decided, irrevocably, that everything the TV was telling me was a fake. A cosmic fake and not so much by the author. Assuming the postulate that nothing that was transmitted by the media had the value of a shred of truth, a world opened up to me, made up of rigor and logic, attention to truth and respect, a different vision and an authentic spirit of research.
Today it is sunny, the daffodils wave in the air with their yellow color, I await the return of my partner and in the meantime I write and I know very well that there is still a potentially lethal virus outside, which, however, if caught in time and cared for properly, it goes away in a few days, without leaving any aftermath. This should have been done by Television: to tell Italians and the world to heal themselves. The government should have helped all doctors do their jobs, instead of hindering those who just wanted to do their duty. Many mistakes have been made, but it is not a fatality, it is a precise political design, it is the globalist agenda of those 4 rich people of Davos, who play with the destiny of billions of people.
Disconnect from the Matrix now!
“Matrix”, more than a film, today it should be called a documentary, because we are inside it with our hands and feet. Maybe you think you can't do it, but I assure you that your world will no longer have distortions and mystifications, noble lies passed off as sacred truths, deceptions and subterfuges with which to make you survive another day of capitalist production, fed by anguish and without ever giving up to think about the nuclear bomb that the televisions tell you could fall a step away from your home.
Everything will have its own logic, events will be connected by cause and effect and you will be able to try to live in dignity. How do you live here? Well: at least there is no mental dirt, which is no small feat. We are still very few, it is true, but every great mission in the history of Humanity began with a courageous handful of people who have left their comfort zone to open up to vast uncontaminated horizons.
We are the pioneers of a new world, of a New Age of Light that would consecrate the intelligence of man as the supreme good of the Universe. Of course, we will have to clear the field of the rubble of the old world, but, with the help of every person who wants the best, we will be able to do it. That of the Pandemic was the most widespread and meticulously studied lobotomy operation in the entire capitalist world, but we resisted and we are here. We are not dead. We still breathe. We still think. We have been very good.
The great ones of the Earth, the masters of speech, have employed their best energies and their most efficient means of persuasion, who have entered everyone's homes for hours and hours a day, but have not made it, because they are not managed to clear the totality of minds. Someone has escaped their grip. The control was not flawless and this makes them a little nervous, although they are proceeding quickly towards their great goal.
And here we are you and I, I who write, you who read, and we are already two. Around the world, there are many like us, scattered in all latitudes. We didn't believe the lies. We did not despair, even when the whole world told us how necessary the extremist positions of the government were, because they are the extremists, we are very balanced and we want a logical world, in which people no longer have to fear the provisions of their own country.
We were not born like this, we became one, transforming ourselves into the Pioneers of the New Age of Light, which I am convinced will be there. It could also manifest itself tomorrow, if we chased away the enemies of peoples, but to do this it is necessary that many other people awaken from the collective hypnosis created by art to have dormant communities around the world and enslave humanity, forever. It would be good to throw the TV in the garbage. Turn off that medium! Nothing good will come from there!
We are few, the usual 4 wild wolves who do not drink the lies of the system. And we are 4 even now, in the middle of the war. The tale of the bad Russians, propagated with the megaphone of the West, led by that evil empire that is the United States government, with its deep state, impressed many, but not me and not even my partner. Yesterday we were talking to a friend who thought like us. And already we are 3. People like us, who have awakened, exist, but perhaps they are wondering how much they will resist propaganda and with whom they will communicate. Yes, who to communicate with if you cannot say that you are not vaccinated without causing a reaction of derision and ridicule in the interlocutor?
They have with them all possible tools to inoculate fear in you. They did it with the Pandemic, which turned into a Schizodemia and they are doing it with the war: the evil Russians, we good Europeans, but if you deviate from this phrase and look at the world from a safe distance, you feel that something is wrong. I say that they are telling us yet another lie. That also this time they will try to get away with it. That they will try to implement their 2030 agenda and global hegemony. Well, since all these things are deeply violent, I don't want to be a part of it, and maybe not even you who are reading ...
We are the Pioneers of the New Age of Light, we have resisted the media onslaught, collective hypnosis, maintaining the right feeling, the critical sense and the capacity for discernment, now we are able to direct our steps towards a brighter future, certainly not the one proposed by the Italian press, with scenarios of nuclear war and anti-nuclear shelters. We can have our say: we are still whole.
I wrote "Muse - Thoughts of an artist", publishing it in April 2019, with the "Manifesto of the New Age of Light" and I am sure that those who, like me, have deemed the narrative of the Pandemic to be fallacious, now wants and demands clarity. There will be no saviors cloaked in a halo of magic, there is only us, with our actions of goodness and humanity.
It's the moments that make the difference. One moment you win, another you trudge and your day can turn from joy to frustration. These are moments in which someone has decided to go to war, an event of unspeakable proportions. These are moments as Pioneers of the New Age of Light, people who remind themselves how beautiful life is led in respect of otherness, the demands of the psyche and a real sharing of experiences and truths.
It is a very dark juncture of this era, because of which it seems all too easy to lose oneself, trust in others and in humanity, the conviction of being on the right side of history. The myth of the rich West did not deceive those who were seeking the Beauty of being a man in his totality as an individual with critical reason, an intellect capable of questioning himself and a wide spectrum of feelings, which led him to feel part of a whole, together with his brothers.
The tale of success, which has mesmerized America and its colonies here in Europe, has not found everyone's support. There was something out of tune, more dissonant elements that made the narrative a mockery, which generated a farce throughout the capitalist world and Italy followed this tension as a good slave. We are not in the best of all possible worlds, now whoever wanted to know, knows. We are not the cradle of civilization, since we have lost all reference to those founding values on which our democracies were based. We cannot give lessons to anyone and that is why the genesis of a New Age of Light is urgent more than ever, which is the abolition of the capitalist system, first and foremost.
No competition, just cooperation. No man who can have the equivalent of what a nation produces in the bank. No such distortions: a socialist system that guarantees peace and prosperity for all. The New Age of Light is an anthropological and cultural project. A new man appears in the course of this story, a Bright individual, who has resolved his own internal turmoil and does not want to be destructive. A good, honest man who doesn't want to lie to anyone. A man who evaluates reality according to a psychoanalytic yardstick, because the well-being of the Mind is the fulcrum around which a person's entire life revolves.
We will help those who are left behind and we will go back to doing art in earnest, not reality shows that feed the most filthy thrusts of unsolved individuals. This twenty-first century has opened with television shows that have fed the most deplorable tensions of the mass, it is time to restore that longing for Beauty that has made us great, at all latitudes, in a poetic vision of the signs of Art that it leads us back to the lost greatness of the person, which is that voice that whispers lovingly to us when we listen to Beethoven or read Shakespeare.
We are men and women who want to feel good. We do not want Draghistan which is the negation of every irrepressible right of the child and the adult person. We have been looking for the Truth for a long time, with the passing of the years the masks have fallen, revealing the true face of those who govern us: a monstrous, abnormal face, of those who consider the profit more important than rights, the necessary dominion and the slavery of all a desirable good.
They are winning all along the line, hands down, but we can have our say, rejecting evil and directing our steps towards the true nature of man which is truth, goodness and Beauty, which will lead us, if we know how to do it. , towards a finally free Humanity. We cannot be slaves forever. It is a very delicate moment in history. We can write it, men and women who remembered to be alive, alert, attentive and not hypnotized by the main stream.
We didn't believe the Pandemic story, we don't believe the war story. We want to be protagonists again. To put the Psyche question at the center of the debate again, because perhaps, never as now, it is necessary that it be present in all fora. There is a meandering Nazism in the speeches of the rulers. There is a desire for submission to the different that inspires terror. There is a project through which we will all be subjects, without speech, vision, deed, which is different from that planned by the government. There will be the enslavement of every free, other, dissident thought. There will no longer be a political opposition, if we let them do it, given that they are proceeding at a fast pace and every day they decide on a more serious one than the previous day.
We cannot allow it. I am looking for my brothers, those with whom I can talk about these things and I am confident, because there are many awakened ones, among the ranks of those who until recently, faithfully believed in the version of the rulers. I want to hope that people realize the danger we are facing. A world of hypnotized, ready to slavishly execute every command from above, without thought, elaboration, search for truth.
They will try until the end to carry out their project of a folded and docile Humanity, but it is necessary to see if they will succeed, because, as I said, many are awakening and do not intend to go back to sleep. Psychopathic characters have always been elected, with a precise psychiatric reality, that of the man of power, which is a pathological category in itself. This led us to fall into the abyss and now a really worrying psychosis reigns, from top to bottom, to the point of polluting the thoughts of the man in the street. Rebuilding will not be easy, but we must try: the fate of the whole world is at stake. If they win, Nazism will win, in its 2.0 form, apparently kind, in a suit and tie, but lethal and we will be little more than numbers, capable only of producing profit for multinationals. If we win, however, Beethoven's Hymn to Joy will be realized and we will all be happy, brothers, capable of helping and loving each other.
In this era of lies, projected on a world scale, authentic words are needed. This is my message to the world for a peaceful revolution leading us to a New Age of Light.