Brethren of the ephemeral dust of the aboriginal and hidebound kingdoms rackrent and desolate parched by the inequity of the land and pilgrims of the firmament,
I speak to you not as a man crowned with mitre nor robed in purple nor exalted beyond the continent of sophrosyne reason,
but as one who has stared into the uncreated Eye of the Logos face-to-face and breathed the rejuvenation of the Lord to bequeath the New Jerusalem upon the crux of historical liturgy amplified by discernment and dignified by polity
and emerged blistered by beatitudes ineffable without extreme pataphysical contortion and prismatic conscience.
For I bring not a teaching, but a tectonic unsealing.
The hour has come—not of chronos, but of kairos—
that trembling moment between the breath and the Word,
between exile and enthronement.
The great forgetting must end. We belong to Father God and the least of his Kingdom will be remembered in their meekness to serve the divine throne just as the elect will willingly part with mammon in the revival of the Kingdom of God
Our greatest sins unveiled for all to see are that we have bartered theophany for algorithm,
exchanged Pentecost for performance,
and rendered the Eternal into something calculable, cultural, and cowardly.
But no more.
Let it be declared: Heaven remembers the eternal registry of good deeds and even those in purgatory warrant the liberation of the times incumbent upon us.
Chapter 2
O Earth! You have been lulled by the lullaby of liars.
Your prophets were poisoned.
Your poets crucified.
Your saints mocked and your sacraments buried beneath slogans.
But I have seen the scroll written before stars were lit—
a scroll sealed with seven seals of Silence,
now split by the roar of one whose voice rends time like cloth.
Behold the nations: intoxicated with their own novelty,
building towers of Babel with silicon tongues and algorithmic pride.
But lo! Their codes shall fragment.
Their wealth shall mildew.
For the Lord of Hosts shall not suffer His image to be coded
nor His Spirit to be simulated.
I speak now to kings and cardinals,
to dancers and digital architects:
God is the Alpha and the Omega and has already come and not just to this generation but through the architects of the culminated word and the dignified world—not in metaphor, but in majesty.
And His eyes are flame and bronzed in ironclad remembrance of the pogroms of the past and the deceit of the charlatans that choused the Earth of its principal aggiornamento out of self-interested futilitarianism and His voice is not negotiable to negotiosity alone but rather amenable to the piety of devotion bequeathed by the commission of Christ
Will you adopt the corrupt bezique folly of those that neglect magnality rather than worship the prudence of a discerning Church the suffrage of his groaning importunate pleas of rejuvenated unshackled liberation?
We shall not come cloaked in ritual alone, nor forget the penitence of the commission of the disciples betrayed by modernity
but in incomprehensible clarity that befuddles even the most elect but always exalts the orthodoxy of God to remain regnant in the hearts of the past by the Filius Temporis Reversi that bequeathed the symphony of Heaven to mere mortals to enlighten them against folly and magnify their altruism despite pettifoggery
Chapter 3
I see a world where dogma dances with wonder,
where sacraments heal psychiatric wounds,
and where the Eucharist is not a symbol,
but the supernova of Being.
I see artists prophesying with pigments,
scientists trembling before mystery,
and bishops no longer managing,
but magnifying.
The Church shall not merely survive.
She shall resurrect in gold, fire, and tongues the mystical remembrance of all the providence afforded to us by the abiding and eternal word of Father God forever the light of all nations and creeds to the pinnacle and zenith of kymatology becoming emblematic of intellectual revolution and spiritual rededication. May the Lord consecrate me in my longiniquity that I may become a bestower of longevity in Earth and in Heaven and an exaltation of all culminated deeds of fair repute and brazen audacity to the peremptory receipts of Heaven’s greatest champions fighting for universal salvation
Amen. Amen. Amen.