WE NEED LOVE. LOVE. LOVE AS THE ANGEL OF LOVE HERE SHOWS.

We are ending the year with angry if not hateful attacks on Silvio Berlusconi, our Prime Minister. A mentally unstable young woman knocked His Holiness down as he was celebrating Mass on Christmas Eve. Datu Pamintuan ofMaguindanao,a powerful leader of a tribe of thousands in Maguindanao, Mindanao, Philippines, coldly ordered the massacre of 47 if not more of his political opponents. Dozens of women and children are being blwon to bits even as I write this in Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Somala, Yemen and Gaza and Israel. That is barely the tip of the iceberg.

According to MSF - MEDECINS SANS FRONTIERE, Doctors Without Frontiers, the Congo leads the world in genocide and in never ending Holocausts. Please go to my blog HEART OF DIAMONDS, which only deals with the Congo. I warn you, the chapters are not for the faint hearted, but all of it is true. I hereby declare my undying love for the Congo and all the places where Man's inhumanity to Man is shown to us every day by the Media.

Sometimes I receive reports from friends who are Catholic missionaries (nuns and priests) on the true situations in the afore mentioned countries. The rich and fatuous, did I mean famous? are indifferent except when it suits them to be photographed and filmed. Are they going to change any situation? Not a whit.  In actual fact, they are entirely irrelevant to the scheme of the geopolitical chessboard. Only a few nameless and faceless Moneymen decide the when and whys of any and all Wars. The reasons we are fed by the Media are farnetications and lies.

It may shock some of you but I am not going to wish for Peace for the coming year. That will never happen. EVER. I shall just be humbly content if the Angel of Love grants me, my loved ones, and my dear friends, inner peace in heart and spirit. In truth, that is all we can hope for.

The Magnifacat

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The Angel shown here is the humble and inspired work of the author of this blog.

Ad Majoran Dei Gloriam. To the Greater Glory of God.

THE MAGNIFICAT

A few weeks after the Annunciation of the Archangel Gabriel, Maryam/Mary visited her cousin Elizabeth who was herself pregnant with John the Baptist. As they embraced Elizabeth saluted Mary as one who carried the Redeemer in her womb. Mary's reply to Elizabeth's salutation is the exquisite Magnificat.

Originally written in Greek, the language of the Eastern world at that time; in the Western world it is most often found in Latin.

The Greek and Latin texts are taken from the New Testament, from the Gospel of Luke, 1:46 - 55.

I am publishing the Latin text also known as the Vulgata as translated from the Greek by Saint Jerome, one of the Doctors of the the Roman Catholic Church. He translated the Old Testament from Hebrew into Latin in the 4th century Anno Domini- A. D. He was a formidable man of integrity and true moral values. I promise an essay on Jerome during the Christmas holidays.

Behold! The Magnificat attributed to Our Lady, the Blessed Virgin Mary.

1. Magnificat anima mea, Dominum

2. Et exultavi spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo.

3. Quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suiae.

4. Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes.

5. Et miseridordia eices a progenie in progenies timentibus eum.

6. Fecit potentiam in bracchio suo, dispersit superba mente cardis sui.

7. Deposuit potentes de sede et exualtavit humilis.

8. Esurientes implevit bonis et et divitas dimint inanes,

9. Suscepit Israel puerum suum recordatus misericordine suae,

10. Sicut loculus est semini slus in saecula.

AMEN.

The best known and most beautiful MAGNIFICAT is the one composed by Johann Sebastian Bach (bwv 243). He was Protestant Kappelmeister in Dresden and Brandenburg. Today his music is played in all Christian Churches , Catholic or non-Catholic. I know some Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Parsees, and Agnostics and Atheists who are deeply moved by Bach's Magnificat.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo1x-62WmrI

Here is the Catholic Douay-Rheims version in English as translated from Saint Jerome's Latin text.

1. My soul doth magnify the Lord

2. And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior.

3. For he hath regarded the humble estate of his handmaiden.

4. For, Behold! from henceforh all generations shall call meBLESSED.

5. For He that is mighty hath done to me great things; and Holy is His name.

6. And His mercy is on them that fear Him from generation to generation.

7. He hath shown strength with His arm;

8. He hath humbled the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

9. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and esalted those of low degree.

10. He hath filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He hath sent away empty.

11. He hath helped His servant Israel, in remembrance of His mercy,

12. As He spoke to our Father, to Abraham, and to His seed for ever.

AMEN.

Note that the English version is slightly longer. Latin is a clearer, more logical language than English. Indeed, we have so many adjectives and nuances in English that I perforce believe that they exist for equivocation and deceit.

THE ANNUNCIATION BY THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL

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Our Lady, The Blessed Virgin Mary, Mary or, as she is known in Aramaic Maryam

receives the news from the Archangel of the Heavens, Gabriel the Messenger, that

she has conceived a son and will be delivered of a virgin birth.

To believers and non-believers this may be hard if not impossible to consider. To me,

since scientists still have not been able to discover what a common cold is, how to

define electricity and gravity and just what makes up a black hole; to believe or

disbelieve the Annunciation of the Immaculate Conception is unimportant because it

does not in any way detract from the Incomparable figure of Jesus, his Life, teachings,

his Crucifixion, and Resurrection/Transfiguration.

The Annunciation deals with the forthcoming birth of a baby who would die crucified

to redeem his fellow man: past, present and future.

We are in the period of Advent - that is Christmas tide which initiates with the

Annunciation.

Hosanna in Excelsis!

How the Angel Gal-El Became Glorius, The Easter Angel

The tiny angel Gal-el embraced the fetus. It could feel its heart thumping with fear. The voices of the nurses in the room increased their intensity inside its mother’s watery womb.

‘’Honey, don’t you worry. That foetus in there, won’t feel a thing. it will go to sleep and never wake up,” one of the younger nurses reassured the woman with child.

“The Doctor and the rest of us just want to make sure that you intend to go through with this abortion. Our psychiatrist has prepared some papers for you to sign,” declared the Head Nurse.

The fetus flung its arms wide. The angel Gal-el enfolded the fetus unto itself.

“She is going to kill me for no reason. You know that. She changed her mind about me.”

“What are you telling me?” asked the 25-year-old mother with a quivering voice.

“Just that you waited a long time before deciding on an abortion. You must know that it’s a boy and about five and a half months old. It’s perfectly formed. It’s an illegal procedure. You must be aware of that too. Without the signed statement from our eminent Psychiatrist and countersigned by you, you’ll leave this clinic still pregnant,” the Head Nurse made no attempt to hide her irritation.

I hate these bitches. She probably decided to take up surfboarding or dressage. She wants an abortion now Next week it might be botox or cosmetic surgery.

"They are all operations right?" she asked the nurse. "So why am I here? Because I am way over my head in debt, my husband has been laid off and I have two other children to support," she thought unable to stifle her inner rage.

“O Gal-el, I don’t want to die? Can you read her thoughts as I do? Why did God bring me all the way here only to stand by and watch me die before I even go down the birth canal into the light?”

‘’I don’t know baby dear. Remember that your body might die but your soul and spirit will live on and I am sure that you will come back to earth through another baby.”

“Will it be soon?”

“I don’t know my Beloved,” replied the angel sadly.

Suddenly the fetus began to kick and flail as hard as he could. The amniotic fluid created strong waves within the placenta, which then reverberated into the abdominal walls and muscles.

"I am a human being. A person. An individual full of promise. I don’t want to be thrown into the trashcan like a dead rat. You are going to kill me. You are a murderer and you don’t even know it or care that you are one."

The mother felt the kicks and stifled a gasp. The nurses saw it at once because there were continuous ripples going through her abdomen.

“That a very active baby you have there. We don’t want to rush you but our waiting list is awesome,” declared the Obstetrician entering the room.

He was holding an injection. “I am going to inject this through your abdominal walls. It is painless for the fetus and for you. Well, you might feel a little discomfort but nothing more.”

He lied. It was a poison designed expressly to kill the fetus swiftly and painfully.

He stepped aside to allow the Head Nurse to hand over the authorization papers for the illegal abortion to the patient. She had attached the document to a clipboard. She signed it quickly in silence with a steady hand.

The kicking went on unabated. The mother gasped again. “ Is there something wrong with the baby?”

“It’s just doing what comes naturally, kicking and flexing its muscles,” replied the Doctor soothingly as the toxic fluid slowly entered the uterus and found its target, the fetus.

The nurses exchanged glances. " This cow is a piece of work. What difference does it make if the kid in there is fine or not? She's ridding herself of it pronto."

"My angel, where are you. I can’t see and I can’t hear. My legs and arms are numb. I can’t move. I can’t cry out. The pain is unbearable. Help me! But you can read my thoughts,’’ said the nameless creature of God.

“I am next to you and I am holding both of your beautifully formed hands. You can feel my presence. God has given me the power to do that. I will not leave you. I am going to walk you through the death pangs. Then I will make sure that your spirit and soul follow the bright path towards the great and immeasurable Cosmos. “

Then the tiny angel Gal-el prayed: ”O Powers of the Universe, I bring you yet another innocent being slaughtered. Dull his pain as the nurses dismember his arms and legs to pull and wrench him out of the canal of Death. Archangel Metatron, Protector of children, even those yet to be born and those destined not to be, welcome him with open arms for he has fought valiantly to live and fulfill his destiny but it was not to be.”

The nurses tugged and pulled and threw the pieces of the lovely boy who would never be into a tall metal can lined in thick plastic. They closed their eyes as they did so. There were too many well-formed bodies piled up one on top of another.

“Don’t look down sweet baby, your place is among the galaxies,’’ admonished Gal-el.

“There must be countless millions of us. Helpless before these never-ending massacres. Does this not cry out for vengeance?’ exclaimed the soul of the fetus.

“The Laws of the Universe are harsh but they are not vindictive. They are Karmic not vengeful. For many of these mothers they will remember to their dying moment the exact day you were untimely ripped from their wombs. Children who would have been around your same age in the parks or playgrounds or in the streets will stab them with pangs of regret over. Too late, you are all gone forever. In the silence of deep night they will weep and agonize all of their lives alone and by themselves. For who can they confide this terrible anguish?”

The spirit of the murdered fetus understood and he uttered a silent prayer of forgiveness for his poor mother who would know what true desolation was in her heart of hearts for this wicked deed.

The Archangel Metatron was waiting for baby 570 million and three hundred thousand.

“Welcome to your very own Kingdom of the Innocents. Jesus visits this place often. He loves you all more than he loved his Apostles, if that is possible. Your name is Pascualus, for you came to us during the period of the Pascua (Easter). Everyone here has his or her own original name. We are angels after all and therefore, powerful and original beings.“

Gal-el wept tears of joy for Pascualus. But then the angel remembered that its duties consisted of serving as guardian angel to those who would never be born. This boy had been singularly brave. He never despaired. He was full of joy and gladness. His spirit flew away with a lightness he had rarely seen.

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Easter Sunday would soon come to planet Earth, and the thought of acting as guide to a bright and unblemished tiny piece of God who would soon be eliminated with less kindness than poisoning a rat filled Gal-el with more sadness than he could bear. So out of sight of everyone, Gal-el wept long and bitter tears.

“Why must I and my companions always be the same ones to bring the unwanted and murdered fetuses towards the Light? I am afraid that it has become too much for me to bear. I realize that the cross Jesus carried for humans must have been excruciating. That’s why he fell three times and in the end, the Romans commanded several strong men to help him uphill with his cross. I am only a tiny guardian angel of fetuses. I fear that I have been drained of all force.”

All the angels listened to the deep laments of Gal-el. They understood the emotions piercing it. Among the guardian angels of the unborn, Gal-el was the most ancient. Since Assyrian- Babylonian times Gal-el had been their Accompanist and Guide.

Time in the Universe is but a flash of light or a blink of God’s eye. Five thousand years of looking after dead unborn babies was a different matter. That was enough.

“Perhaps on Easter Eve, we could send Gal-el to a newly conceived being? It’s parents prayed and longed for a child of their own for years. They have six adopted children of all colors and creeds,” declared Metatron gazing into the deepest sky blue eyes of the Archangel Rafael.

"I concur. This little being’s mother sings in Saint Paul’s Choir in London. She has a fine contralto voice. On Easter Eve during the Midnight Mass she will sing the Gloria in Excelsis Deo. Glory to God in the highest. This will signify to the Faithful that Christ has arisen from the dead. Yes! By all means. Let’s send Gal-el to look after the fetus until she or he is born. Gal-el can stay till death separates them,” replied the Archangel Rafael.

“It is a wonderful idea. To reward Gal-el for the difficult assignments throughout the millennia, the angel shall henceforth be known as Glorius,’’ decreed the One Cosmic Force of the Universe.

The Archangels Metatron, Michael, and Rafael hastened to give the beautiful news to Gal-el.

“From this day forward, you will be known as Glorius. You will be the guardian angel of a child that will see the light of day. You will remain with the newly conceived being until it is called back into the fold of the Universe when its time on earth is ended.”

The angel now known as Glorius knelt and exclaimed ‘’O Glory to God in the Highest.”