Ennio
AntonelliElevated by Pope John Paul II to Cardinal "Prince of the Church"
Ennio
Antonelli
Elevated by Pope John Paul II to Cardinal
"Prince of the Church"
On the 10th day of the 3rd month of the year 1995 at
Gaiche, the land of Blessed Leopold, in the Diocese of Perugia, Marcello Ciai felt
ill.
Here is his song:
By day a pain in my heart
at night a sirene.
My heart stood still
At the weight of the mantle
Twice visited upon me.
I try with my eyes to look upwards.
The sky is dark,
There aren’t even any stars,
And the moon is far away.
All the sufferings of the world
Did not succeed in entering my heart,
which has burst.
My tent has been pulled off.
What will happen to the sheep ?
On them all the evil rests.
The moon turns red,
The sun turns pale,
The earth staggers like a drunk.
I cry like a swallow
and trill like a dove.
My eyes are weary of looking up.
I say to my doctor :
“Each one of us has a vocation,
You, for the healing of bodies,
Me, for the healing of souls.
You find the body in
The silence of a room;
The soul, I look for it
In the uproar ……….
Where they slaughter the oxen
And they cut the throats of the herd.
They eat meat
and get drunk on wine.
I look for it, I look for it
But I don’t find it.
And when I find it
I lose it.
My heart beats strongly.
Then it stops”.
After this period Monsignor Ennio Antonelli, eminent Archbishop of Perugia –
Città delle Pieve, sent gifts to Marcello.
His daughter Mascia Amanda went to
inform the Archbishop of the serious illness of her father, who was on retreat
at Gaiche.
Monsignor Antonelli thus sent a priest with his blessing to Marcello on the 5th
day of the 5th month of the year 1995.
So
for Marcello the ten years of silence were completed; finally he could show his
treasure and the “pearls of the prophetic word”.
The Spirit of the Lord opened his mouth and Marcello was not mute anymore.
" Prophesy! " " What shall I prophesy ?"
" Cry out !" "What shall I cry out ?"
" Is there anything new to announce under the sun ?!"
On a little light cloud comes the Word of the Lord
to announce great and tremendous things !
" Look watchman! What do you see ?"
" Oh, I see a caravan of refugees in mourning, sick, injured, hanged."
" Watchman, watchman, what do you still see ?"
" Flashes and terrors. The night is long. Terrors and flashes!"
" Watchman, watchman, what is left yet of the night ?"
" Here comes the dawn, but the night returns.
Come! Come and ask ! Repent while it is still morning !
The cries of the vespers frighten me, its mourning makes me pine."
" Cry out watchman, cry out ! "
" What shall I cry out ?! "
" Bring water! Bring bread to the refugees! so that they don't languish and
die."
Didn't you hear it already, o daughter of Sion ?
What is written, is written, what is decided, is decided.
But you, by means of your unworthy ministers, have reduced to ruins
the fortresses and frightened and confused its inhabitants.
Here, I will put pride against pride, and it shall be man against man,
woman against woman, brother against brother, sister against sister,
mother against daughter, daughter against mother, father against son,
son against father, wife against husband, husband against wife,
family against family, nation against nation, city against city,
country against country, power against power.
Race against race, class against class, west against east, east against west,
north against south, south against north.
In the desert and in the steppe lies its greatness.
The intelligence of the proud will fade away and I will trample upon their
projects,
so that they will return and seek for magicians, astrologers and
fortune-tellers and
I will put them in the hands of the cruel dominator of darkness.
Oracle of the Lord of Hosts.
On the 10th day of the 8th month of the year 1995, on Saint Lawrence-day, this
dream returned to Marcello’s mind :
The Spirit guided me in a vision to
the Cathedral of Perugia.
There was a large crowd.
The air was full of mystery,
it was a solemn day. I heard
the turmoil of the many souls present and I saw the figure of the Archbishop
Monsignor Antonelli rising above all the people.
I stood indoors, towards the entrance of the Church, before the barriers
which control the crowd.
Here the Vicar arrives, he embraces me; the embrace was one of a deep love. The Vicar was worried about asking me forgiveness, because he told me
that he had not given me back two earrings which I had left with him some time
ago. ( The earrings to which the Vicar referred are probably “Fragments of a
prophetic story which the Lord is fulfilling in the land of Assisi”.
This was the definition wanted by Father Alessio Maglione of the TOF -
Third Franciscan Order - of Assisi, for the writings of Marcello that he himself
gave to
Monsignor Mario Ceccobelli who was at that time parish of Ponte Felcino.)
Monsignor Antonelli in the meantime had started His sermon and you could hear
his voice all over the Cathedral. I desired to listen in silence, therefore
I did not want to
talk. But the Vicar continued to
apologize while he was looking for those two earrings under his cassock.
I was quivering. It was so important not to interrupt the attention of
the congregation towards the words of Monsignor Antonelli.
Finally, the Vicar, started taking out the earrings, and I saw between
his fingers a small tube of
lipstick which was cut.
Something was going wrong.
Therefore I invited him, in a low voice, to keep the lipstick to remind him to
fill his lips with fervour and to pray for me.
The Spirit expressly says: “With the earrings, let the Vicar lengthen the ears
of the Church to the voice of the prophets of the present century; with the cut
lipstick let him reduce the vanity in believing that which is coming out of the lips
of the Church is prophecy without prophets. So pray, pray now Vicar, for your prophet."
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