Aug 2020
St. Ioannis
Chant of the Messiah
Vernarth describes in the voice of the Apostle Saint John:
“From Samaria I had my father Zebedeo in my manifestations…, my mother Salomé and brother Apostle Santiago, together with me in my manifested voice. As a fisherman, my father saw us grow up and left us in the boat after the Messiah called us, believing he would not see us grow anymore! My father lived in Bethsaida and carried out his commercial activity in the Sea of Galilee or Tiberias next to us, between Capernaum and Bethsaida I walked escorted by the voices of the silence of freedom; this peace prostrated me to the monuments that swing the invisible wings of the legions asking me to meet them by the hands, for hours ..., and in great circles since I got on the boat flooded with Faith with the Master. This is how I call seeing the homonymous village located on the western shore of this sea to become its monument of silence and the heritage of the House of Fishing in Bethsaida. I always knew that my father had a parental agreement with the Master, being my uncle, since my mother Salomé has been identified as the sister of our Mary. From Capernaum, since I walked and grew up among nets, boats and from where six others accompanied me as my brothers and fellow apostles. Thus, natives, we gave our stamps of predilections to the Lord for navigating us in the divine water of the Jordan, here I was a fisherman and a brother to the fish who also spoke for me ..., for the sayings that identify my closeness with the family lineage of Capernaum.
Jesus from the bottom of his being, and with his throat up, called us to Santiago and my "sons of thunder" because of our impetuous character, which was revealed in some events related in others. The two of us, together with San Pedro…, constitute the most intimate nucleus of the teacher. I was a favorite of those who reserved my presence with the ****** Mary, where she was trembling in her clothes, at the foot of the cross when our Father Master Messiah died, drawing us all closer from that day than we thought we were protesting ”.
“In this epithet now where I point out who invited me to his boat in Skalá, Patmos; “Vernarth”, also son of the Lord, invited me to return to my original land. Always from Patmos, He kept sending me and I received messages in crossing winds and by winds crossing anagrams on the tail of the fish ..., in his mouth in Aramaic, so that they could bring them from where my roots fill your abundant fish farming ... , rhizome populace that in his parables hear him, that crickets bulge from his brambles in his golden presence, golden passion and golden agony, even I looking at him with my eternal eyes, with my aching apocalypse eyes crying ..., even seeing how I was doing with him on Golgotha in his arms, imitating him in his courage more than in himself and in all those who did not see him leave. "
“Away in my exile sentenced by Domitian, I wrote the Gospel and its Epistles in Ephesus and the Apocalypse in Patmos, in the Aegean. Both in our Gospel and in the prophetic visions of Revelation, I was invaded by the high-level doctrinal and symbolic language of the passages with the Master. I was the eagle evangelizing, flying in terror to Patmos, and I know that your eagle will take me to Ephesus to sleep in the gospel of the Lord eternally. "
“I was never a child, I was always who I am, if I was a child…, only my parents managed to see it, because I was already sitting as if I was in the same Transfiguration, Pentecost, with the daughter of Jairus, in Lake Tiberias and on his departure miraculous in Gethsemane. "
“I was always who I am…, I never felt that my bones grew in proportion to which the distances would allow me to walk faster than an Eagle, but not so in my parents who did not see my leafy plumage feet, they only saw their postponement by lifting and waking up my ancestors who never stopped sleeping when I really tell them who I am ...”
"As a child I never thought I would be beardless, until now I am not, and until he allowed me to lay my head on him, after I was under the rain of water and blood that fell from his sacred rib."
"In the Next Kingdom of Jesus of Nazareth, in a kind of apology, I will be for him again as a child, recognizing him even as present and future Father"
Vernarth looks at him and hugs him for a long time, everyone else does the same. They leave Capernaum, to set out on innumerable routes to Nazareth, trying to find a new path, but a Golden Eagle appeared to them telling them where to go ... it would probably be where the Master toured the invocations on an INRI wood ... where thousands of eagles would pose his claws containing his bleeding ..., and more than a "Methalanguage reigning in all Believers of Love held in their shroud" as I did perhaps singing in egregious languages that they would meet him, more than an expert, more than a language close to the zeal that covered us dismantling in the gentle way that sustained us shortening its objective. We mission to meet the ancestors of Mary and her Silence, which floods her son with essences, making him wait so that he does not grow, so as not to lose him as a sentenced son, but rather salvific and glorified, and making him closer to the rib of his mother and shining in the key of his childhood ..., gathering the forgetful hearts, in the hearts that go far from the flesh and the core of the Faith.
Chant of the Messiah
Vernarth describes in the voice of the Apostle Saint John:
“From Samaria I had my father Zebedeo in my manifestations…, my mother Salomé and brother Apostle Santiago, together with me in my manifested voice. As a fisherman, my father saw us grow up and left us in the boat after the Messiah called us, believing he would not see us grow anymore! My father lived in Bethsaida and carried out his commercial activity in the Sea of Galilee or Tiberias next to us, between Capernaum and Bethsaida I walked escorted by the voices of the silence of freedom; this peace prostrated me to the monuments that swing the invisible wings of the legions asking me to meet them by the hands, for hours ..., and in great circles since I got on the boat flooded with Faith with the Master. This is how I call seeing the homonymous village located on the western shore of this sea to become its monument of silence and the heritage of the House of Fishing in Bethsaida. I always knew that my father had a parental agreement with the Master, being my uncle, since my mother Salomé has been identified as the sister of our Mary. From Capernaum, since I walked and grew up among nets, boats and from where six others accompanied me as my brothers and fellow apostles. Thus, natives, we gave our stamps of predilections to the Lord for navigating us in the divine water of the Jordan, here I was a fisherman and a brother to the fish who also spoke for me ..., for the sayings that identify my closeness with the family lineage of Capernaum.
Jesus from the bottom of his being, and with his throat up, called us to Santiago and my "sons of thunder" because of our impetuous character, which was revealed in some events related in others. The two of us, together with San Pedro…, constitute the most intimate nucleus of the teacher. I was a favorite of those who reserved my presence with the ****** Mary, where she was trembling in her clothes, at the foot of the cross when our Father Master Messiah died, drawing us all closer from that day than we thought we were protesting ”.
“In this epithet now where I point out who invited me to his boat in Skalá, Patmos; “Vernarth”, also son of the Lord, invited me to return to my original land. Always from Patmos, He kept sending me and I received messages in crossing winds and by winds crossing anagrams on the tail of the fish ..., in his mouth in Aramaic, so that they could bring them from where my roots fill your abundant fish farming ... , rhizome populace that in his parables hear him, that crickets bulge from his brambles in his golden presence, golden passion and golden agony, even I looking at him with my eternal eyes, with my aching apocalypse eyes crying ..., even seeing how I was doing with him on Golgotha in his arms, imitating him in his courage more than in himself and in all those who did not see him leave. "
“Away in my exile sentenced by Domitian, I wrote the Gospel and its Epistles in Ephesus and the Apocalypse in Patmos, in the Aegean. Both in our Gospel and in the prophetic visions of Revelation, I was invaded by the high-level doctrinal and symbolic language of the passages with the Master. I was the eagle evangelizing, flying in terror to Patmos, and I know that your eagle will take me to Ephesus to sleep in the gospel of the Lord eternally. "
“I was never a child, I was always who I am, if I was a child…, only my parents managed to see it, because I was already sitting as if I was in the same Transfiguration, Pentecost, with the daughter of Jairus, in Lake Tiberias and on his departure miraculous in Gethsemane. "
“I was always who I am…, I never felt that my bones grew in proportion to which the distances would allow me to walk faster than an Eagle, but not so in my parents who did not see my leafy plumage feet, they only saw their postponement by lifting and waking up my ancestors who never stopped sleeping when I really tell them who I am ...”
"As a child I never thought I would be beardless, until now I am not, and until he allowed me to lay my head on him, after I was under the rain of water and blood that fell from his sacred rib."
"In the Next Kingdom of Jesus of Nazareth, in a kind of apology, I will be for him again as a child, recognizing him even as present and future Father"
Vernarth looks at him and hugs him for a long time, everyone else does the same. They leave Capernaum, to set out on innumerable routes to Nazareth, trying to find a new path, but a Golden Eagle appeared to them telling them where to go ... it would probably be where the Master toured the invocations on an INRI wood ... where thousands of eagles would pose his claws containing his bleeding ..., and more than a "Methalanguage reigning in all Believers of Love held in their shroud" as I did perhaps singing in egregious languages that they would meet him, more than an expert, more than a language close to the zeal that covered us dismantling in the gentle way that sustained us shortening its objective. We mission to meet the ancestors of Mary and her Silence, which floods her son with essences, making him wait so that he does not grow, so as not to lose him as a sentenced son, but rather salvific and glorified, and making him closer to the rib of his mother and shining in the key of his childhood ..., gathering the forgetful hearts, in the hearts that go far from the flesh and the core of the Faith.
Chant of the Messiah
