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Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy (Sketch II)

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“Where is your brother?” — Genesis 4:9

Here you have the next sketch of Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy.

Yes, these memories contain horrible accounts of so many cults to death offered through these years at the social abortion altar built for enforcing Unbeing to anyone that did not comply with the psychosocial terror tactics! They tell what I endured through covert malignant narcissism that became domestic terrorism, psychological terrorism, social-control tactics, social slavery, and exile from personhood, while a whole Unbeing War was, and still is, unraveling. They tell of years in which I experienced my own personhood as something that could be overridden, surveilled, interpreted by others, controlled, and institutionally displaced. Especially after 2014, they tell the story of a decade of de facto psychiatric imprisonment and psychological warfare: a long period in which coercive psychiatric interventions became entangled with questions of freedom, bodily autonomy, credibility, legal agency, family power, and the right to speak in my own name.

Yes, those are terrible things to write about, but it is also an exercise of historic reflection: why these lessons must be learned in this way to make possible a never more, after a never again, and after a never forget… and why learning these lessons will empower so many to embrace a more fraternal and human civilization? Yes, the details can become grotesque and horribly cruel sometimes… but this is not, ultimately, a tale of terror. It ends becoming a story of Love, a loveful story, because its deepest meaning is not found only in recounting what evil attempted to destroy. Its deepest meaning is found in witnessing what Love´s power triumphed over. These memories bear witness to what Divine Love can do with a history that seems irreparably wounded. They proclaim my conviction that no evil is so deeply corrupted that God cannot bring forth new life in its aftermath—not by calling evil good, not by pretending that injustice never happened, and not by erasing the wounds, but by transforming what comes after them. Love can take what was intended to diminish life and make its aftermath radiate life. Love can make the wounded places become places from which compassion flows. Love can make testimony become service. Love can make memory become mission. Love can make a never again become a responsibility toward those who come after us. This is what I mean when I say that Jesus Charity can transconsecrate and transfigure even the darkest chapters of a human history: the evil itself is never consecrated, but the life that survives it can be offered, transformed, multiplied, and made fruitful. Then something astonishing happens: we keep growing on, glowing on, blooming on, flowing on. Always on.

There is an extraordinarily beautiful image in Ezekiel 16. Jerusalem is portrayed as abandoned and covered in blood, until God passes by and declares that she shall live. Later comes what Scripture calls the “time of love.” God spreads His garment over her, enters into covenant with her, washes away the blood, anoints her, clothes her, and adorns her. The abandoned one is treated as beloved. The blood is washed away. The exposed one is covered. The forgotten one becomes a bride. For me, this image speaks powerfully about the covenant of spousal charity — la alianza de la caridad esponsal. God’s covenant does not mean that history did not happen. The blood was real. The abandonment was real. The suffering was real. But they do not receive the final word. Love does. The covenant changes the direction of the story, and so the memories that began as accounts of captivity can become testimony to liberation. Memories of degradation can become a proclamation of dignity. Memories of isolation can become an invitation into communion. Then the personhood exile and the unbeing imprisonment story becomes a loveful story because Divine Love enters history and refuses to let death determine its ending. That is the paschal mystery we proclaim: death does not receive the final word over life. Christ does.

No, these memories cannot end with me. In Christ Amor, for Christ Amor, through Christ Amor, and with Christ Amor, we are called into growing together in communion, becoming a living work of Divine Love-with-us. We are called to become what we receive: a people given to one another in love, a living Eucharist, a living manifestation of Divine Charity-with-us. We are family. We are Church. We are mission. We are called to embody and make visible His living icon of Divine Love. We are called to become living sacraments of charity: human lives through which another person can encounter mercy, dignity, accompaniment, truth, freedom, and hope, and that necessarily means walking together: walking as He walks, walking as equal brothers and sisters, helping one another to be, helping one another to do, helping one another to grow, helping one another to glow, helping one another to bloom, helping one another to flow… This is not merely something beautiful to contemplate: it carries responsible fraternity. The question asked after Abel’s death remains painfully alive: “Where is your brother?” Cain answers, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” The whole biblical story teaches us to hear how inadequate that answer is. Yes, our brother matters. Our sister matters. The vulnerable person matters. The forgotten person matters. The child whose voice has not yet been heard matters. The person whose suffering is being interpreted away matters. The persons who will someday encounter these memories and recognize something of their own life within them matter too.

That is why I am writing, its an act to adore Jesus Charity with our whole growth: I am responsible for serving as I am called to serve. I am responsible for the growth I am called to radiate. I bear fraternal responsibility today toward brothers and sisters who may grow on, glow on, bloom on, and flow on after these memories have been written and known. Perhaps someone will learn earlier what took me years to understand. Perhaps someone will find language for something they could not name. Perhaps a family will recognize a destructive pattern before it becomes generational. Perhaps an institution will learn to listen differently. Perhaps someone who believes that everything has been taken from them will discover that their capacity to love, create, serve, learn, dream, and grow has not disappeared. Then memory becomes service. Then testimony becomes fraternal responsibility. Then suffering, without ever becoming good in itself, can yield knowledge capable of protecting another human being. So, never again ceases to be merely a cry about the past. It becomes a promise made to the future.

I do not want these memories preserved because terror deserves a monument. I want them preserved because the lessons learned through those years can become seeds. There are lessons about dignity. Lessons about personhood. Lessons about coercion and freedom. Lessons about what happens when another person’s voice ceases to be heard as the voice of a person. Lessons about institutions and families. Lessons about conscience. Lessons about the body. Lessons about psychological freedom. Lessons about the sacred responsibility of caring for another human being without possessing that human being. There are also lessons about surviving without allowing suffering to become the architect of who we become. These are the lessons of this never more.

Yes,  this is a never more — and therefore, what now? Now we build differently. Now we accompany differently. Now we listen differently. Now we love differently. Now we become responsible for making possible conditions in which another human being can flourish. That is how a memory of suffering can become a living work of charity.

I have also thought about Mary Magdalene while writing these words. She comes to the tomb expecting to encounter death. Instead, she encounters the Risen Christ. And then she is sent. That movement matters enormously to me. She encounters new life, and new life immediately becomes mission. The resurrection is not something to possess privately. It sends. It announces. It creates witnesses. This is the movement I want these memories to make: not from suffering into endless contemplation of suffering, but from suffering toward resurrection, and from resurrection toward mission: We are family. We are Church. We are mission (that is the tittle of Jesus Charity´s iconography). We are called to witness that resurrection can become present in the here and now: whenever dignity is restored, whenever communion defeats isolation, whenever another person’s humanity is recognized, whenever somebody helps another human being grow into the fullness of who they are called to become.

Yes, through this story runs gratitude.Gratitude for Mikhael as my guardian angel (today is the guardian angels´feast) and to Jesus Charity, for the infinite gift and joy of giving Him light. Gratitude for the family of Heaven. Gratitude for every moment in which I was guarded, accompanied, redirected toward life, or reminded that darkness was never entitled to define the whole horizon. Today I give thanks for that guardianship—not only for what has already been, but for what I trust will continue more and more, forever more. Because this story is still growing. Its growthful stars are still growing, still glowing, still blooming, still flowing, growing together in more and more communion, on and on, always on.

I imagine that journey through an image that has become deeply meaningful to me: a red lamp-post standing beside the Living Church-boat with its incarnated charity nets full of fishes, that become growthful stars as the sword is raised towards the lamp post, that is color “faro vivo”, as we know it in Jesus Charity´s iconography.  Its signs point toward many destinations. One sign points upward, toward the Moon, sign of walking together as a human family of brothers and sisters that walk in Love, for Love, by Love and with Love. When the goeiz torch-sword is raised toward the lamp, the image says: there is still new life ahead, there is a whole mission ahead as domestic church, as pastores domésticos. This family evangelization project brings new life to darknesses never reached before, radiating His new albor as stars of Heaven that radiate new life in the middle of the world. There are still places we have never reached. There are still brothers and sisters we have never met. There are still children who have not yet been born. There are still lives that may be changed by lessons we choose not to bury. There are still works of charity waiting to become incarnate. There are still new forms of communion waiting to be built. There is still Light enough to show the way.

So… yes: the Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy contain terrible accounts, but terror, torture and cruelty are not their identity. Love is. They are a loveful story because they testify not merely to what happened, but to what Love can bring forth afterward. They tell of wounds, but they are written for growth. They tell of psychological captivity, but they are written toward freedom. They tell of social isolation, but they are written for communion. They tell of the denial of personhood, but they are written in service of a world in which the personhood and inherent dignity of every brother and sister are recognized. They tell of a past that must never be repeated, while asking what we are willing to build so that never again becomes something more than words… because we remain responsible for the wounds we are called to heal in His body, as rebuilders of communion, so His whole living body can grow on, glow on, bloom on and flow on as a mystical body full of a sacramental motherhood that comes from the fruits of the Holy Spirit. We are responsible for the brother, responsible for the sister, responsible for the child, responsible for those whose names we do not yet know, responsible for serving as we are called to serve, responsible for radiating the growth we are called to radiate, mesponsible for helping create the conditions in which another human being can grow on, glow on, bloom on, and flow more and more, forever more. Yes, this is our fidelity to His alliance of charity: allowing Divine Love to shape our lives until we increasingly become what we are called to be—living icons of Divine Charity-with-us as a family, as a domestic Church, as a mission, as a living Eucharist, as a people walking together as equal brothers and sisters, allowing the Holy Spirit to form our whole person so that our lives become a living work of Divine Love.

So, the memories sketching continue. I am still not finished; there is more terror, torture, pain, cruelty, and cults to death pending to be sketched, although the most difficult ones are already written. A possible date to finish this sketch, right now, is on October 12, Día de la Raza… but no matter how much psychological and domestic terrorism are still being sketched, these memories continue not toward terror, but toward testimony; not toward hatred, but toward charity; not toward the grave, but toward resurrection; not toward isolation, but toward communion; not toward the destruction of personhood, but toward its flowering. Yes, we write because we remember. We do forgive those who had tortured me and had made me suffer so greatly and cruelly… but we refuse forget. No, this is not a grudge; the reason to not forget is not because we are holding a grudge. We remember and deliberately choose not holding a grudge but embrace all the lessons. We remember because we are fraternally responsible. We are fraternally responsible because we belong to one another. We belong to one another because Love has entered our history and made covenant with us, and that has changed us forever. May that covenant, His new alliance and His sponsal charity alliance, remain written into everything we become. May every never again become a new beginning. May every lesson become service. May every memory capable of protecting another person be offered with courage. May every brother and sister entrusted to our path encounter a family willing to walk beside them. May we keep walking together beneath that lamp, the torch-sword raised toward the Light, becoming more and more the incarnate Eucharist Jesus Charity calls us to be for His glory, growing on, glowing on, blooming on, flowing on and on, always on, because Love has the final word, and Love keeps making all things new. No matter how deep a wound is, Love can always heal on and on, always on.

Here at the end, you have attached the latest sketch of Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy.

Enjoy growing together in more and more communion, ever more!

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Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy (Sketch)

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Happy Saint Mikhael feast, brothers and sisters! Today I want to share the first sketch of the book I began to share on my birthday: Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy. As the Church begins to celebrate the feast of Saint Michael the Archangel, I find myself thinking about something extraordinarily simple and extraordinarily profound: if this sketch of so many Memories of a Prisoner of Democracy can be shared today, it is because I am still here to share them thanks to how my guardian angel, Mikhael, has cared for me since I was so young. In the story of my faith, I cannot speak about still being here without speaking about Mikhael, my guardian angel. I owe my life to him. Those words carry particular weight after writing memories that contain so much suffering. These pages tell of experiences that involved profound abuse, fear, coercion, dehumanization, and psychological pain. There were moments when simply continuing to exist became an act of endurance. Yet I am here. I survived long enough to remember. I survived long enough to write. I survived long enough to understand things that, when I was younger, I did not yet have words to explain. I survived long enough to become a teacher, a writer, a creator, and a woman still capable of imagining a different world. I survived long enough to pray. I survived long enough to dream. I survived long enough to love. I survived long enough to tell the story. Yes, in my spiritual growthfulness given by God Love-with-us, Mikhael has been part of that survival. My guardian angel has accompanied me throughout my life, including through years in which I could not see clearly where my story was going. There were dangers I did not recognize until much later. There were moments when I felt terribly alone. Yet when I look backward through the eyes of faith, I do not understand my history as a journey that I traveled entirely alone. Someone was guarding. Someone was accompanying. Someone was pointing toward the Light, since I was a very young child.

Today, on the liturgical celebration of Saint Michael the Archangel, I want to say something that perhaps these memories themselves testify to more powerfully than I ever could: Thank you, Mikhael. Thank you for guarding the little girl I once was. Thank you for accompanying the teen who was trying to understand a world far too complicated for her. Thank you for staying beside the woman who would eventually have to look backward and find words for things that had remained painfully difficult to name. Thank you for every danger from which, in my faith, I believe I was protected—including dangers I may never know existed. Thank you for every moment in which I found enough strength to continue one more day.Thank you for helping me reach a future that, at certain points in my life, I could not yet see. Because there was so much waiting in that future.

There were children I had not yet met. There were classrooms I had not yet entered. There were ideas I had not yet imagined. There were paintings and designs I had not yet envisioned. There were pages I had not yet written. There were dreams I did not yet know how to dream. There were questions about dignity, personhood, fraternity, education, childhood, justice, creativity, and human growth that I had not yet learned how to formulate. There were prayers I had not yet prayed. There was still so much growing left to do. And there still is. That may be one of the most beautiful realizations that comes from surviving: eventually you discover that the future contained gifts that the suffering of the past could not show you. When you are inside a terrible chapter, you cannot necessarily see the children you will someday make laugh. You cannot see the ideas that will someday keep you awake because you are excited to create them. You cannot see the people you will someday love, the beauty you will notice, the work you will accomplish, the questions you will ask, or the person you will continue becoming. You cannot see all the unwritten pages. But God can. Yes, our guardian angels accompany us through pages whose meaning we ourselves cannot yet understand. That is why the timing of sharing these memories that are still being sketched feels especially meaningful to me: these memories contain testimony about terrible things. But the existence of the memories is itself also a testimony to something else: the child grew. The silenced heart found words. The heart who was treated as though her dignity could be conditional continued discovering the inherent dignity that no human being had the authority to give her or take away from her.The life that encountered so much cruelty remained capable of believing in Love.

So, today I do not want to speak only about what I survived. I want to speak about who, in my faith, helped guard me while I survived it. Mikhael, you have known my story from a perspective very different from mine. You were there for chapters I barely understood while I was living them. You were there figting battlers I didn´t knew they existed. You were there when I was a child. You were there when I was afraid. You were there when I was confused. You were there through moments that would only acquire names and meaning years later.You are here now, when those memories are becoming words. That is one of the reasons I feel such profound gratitude during your feast. I can finally begin to look backwards. I can finally write. I can finally say: I made it here. Not untouched. Not without wounds. Not without questions. But alive. Still thinking. Still creating. Still teaching. Still praying. Still loving. Still dreaming. Still growing. Still looking toward God Love. My gratitude to Mikhael is inseparable from my gratitude to God Love. An angel does not replace God; an angel points toward Him. The protection of my guardian angel ultimately leads my gratitude back to the One from whom life itself comes.

My memories are still in process of being written, not all chapters are sketched yet… but there are no untold secrets: what I am sketching are experiences already told in social media, except the last chapter, that I haven´t fully told in social media yet. I mean, these sketches can be constated as I have writen them along the years, and if I could sit down and check in my social media memories details to go deeper, I could write a Bible of memories, but that is not the intention. Each chapter has a main focus that sketches key memories about that focus, sometimes repeating experiences along the chapters to show the connection among them. Basically, what they tell is what human beings can do to another human being… but my life tells another story too. It tells what hatred could not ultimately accomplish. It could not make my life cease to be a gift. It could not erase my capacity for love. It could not eliminate creativity. It could not make dignity cease to exist. It could not prevent every future dream. It could not stop every act of service. It could not silence every prayer. It could not prevent me from arriving at this day and writing these words.

So before continuing to share memories that can sometimes be extraordinarily painful, I want to place this thanksgiving here, a thank-you written from the future that a younger version of me could not yet see: Thank you, God Love, for the gift of my life. Thank you, Mikhael, my guardian angel, for the ways you have watched over that gift throughout my life. Thank you for walking beside me through the chapters I would someday have to write. Thank you for helping me reach the unwritten pages. Thank you for guarding a life in which there were still children to teach, ideas to create, people to love, dreams to dream, prayers to pray, and so much growing still waiting to happen. Today, on your feast, I celebrate you with profound gratitude, because these memories are not being written from a grave Thank you, Mikhael, for helping me make it here.

At the end you can find attached the pdf with the already sketched memories. I have no schedule to end this sketch. I keep writing a little bit everyday. On October 1 I will share the next chunk of sketched memories. Give thanks to all the healing, trust in God and life these three Archangels bring to my life through all these sketches.

Enjoy growing together in communion!

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Yes, We Can Grow Best: An International Personal Sovereignty Day Discourse

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Today, on the day I celebrate Santiago’s Day, the Way in which I began to walk as God-Love- with-us walks… I am being granted the grace to share this beautiful envisioning — para las generaciones crecientes, for the future generations and those niños valientes yet to grow, that will be able to understand and constitutionally aspire to form together what is not even able to be conceived now. “Lo que ojo no vio, ni oído oyó, ni se ha imaginado en corazón humano…   eso es lo que Dios ha preparado para los que le aman” (1 Corintios 2:9).

There is a meat cut called “churrasco”. The word’s etymology recalls the sound of meat crackling over a flame, precisely as the Taínos —the ones who created the BBQ— taught to cook meat over sacred native fires. But the churrasco meat cut came to America through colonialism. And today, to celebrate this envisioning — a new world rooted in love, communion, and truth — we, as a family of Heaven, propose to you to enjoy together a humble offering: a sandwich that honors the end of colonialism in a positive way, in a communion-affirmative way. In America, we cook churrasco with BBQs that the Taínos inherited to us with their ancestral blood that still floods through our veins, despite being the first people to be declared extinct by colonization… and that is how we honor a communion-based American cultural identity instead of a colonial America identity: transforming everything into a cultural transmission of growing together in communion; transforming the colonialism that transmitted that churrasco into a celebration of growing together in communion. As we sizzle churrasco into a BBQ, we reenvision our cultural identity in a way that the colonialist transmission is left behind as we honor the communion fire inherited from the Taínos, and as we celebrate an American native culture of new life, a communion-affirming cultural ancestry that would begin with the Taínos, the first extinct peoples of the Americas: “La piedra que desecharon los edificadores ha venido a ser piedra angular” (Salmo 118:22).

So, let´s create a sandwich with churrasco, simply cook it marinated over a BBQ, and enjoy the culinary communion journey! This sandwich would transform the colonial transmission by which the churrasco reached us into a growthful transmission of a culture of new American culture that comes from native life. It would be a Crescere Sandwich, to celebrate our sovereignty to become — together — the best persons we can be, and the best people we can be in communion and truth: “Conoceréis la verdad, y la verdad os hará libres” (Juan 8:32).

This Crescere Sandwich, besides the churrasco marinated in sofrito, would also have queso de papa and new albor sauce, all lovingly embraced by a sobao bread. Feel free to add your favorite veggies and toppings — make of it a celebration of personal communion, because that is what affirming personal sovereignty in community is all about, about being together in growing communion: “Todos ustedes son uno en Cristo Jesús” (Gálatas 3:28).

My own personal sovereignty began on the Way of Santiago, the first time I began to see myself as who I am and who I am called to be beneath God-Love’s gaze: “Antes que te formara en el vientre, te conocí; y antes que nacieses, te santifiqué” (Jeremías 1:5).

In its most profound meaning, this would be an anti-colonialism sandwich: a sandwich to celebrate the end of all forms of colonialism — political, economic, cultural — and the beginning of a new era, growing together in communion, walking side by side as equal and dignified brothers and sisters, surprising everyone with how this comes precisely from the only place in America that still is a political colony: “De lo vil y de lo menospreciado escogió Dios, y lo que no es, para deshacer lo que es” (1 Corintios 1:28).

 So, here is this Crescere sandwich, very tasty, for celebrating everyone´s gifted capability to create a peace that can only come from Divine Charity, from Jesus-Charity-within-you-and-through-you: “Bienaventurados los que trabajan por la paz, porque ellos serán llamados hijos de Dios” (Mateo 5:9).

How it can be understood that celebrating and honoring together personal sovereignty is the true way out of the colonialist era and of a colonial American cultural identity and government style that still tolerates and even normalizes other forms of colonialism, like predatory capitalism, that is economic colonialism?

Democracy, as modeled by the French Revolution, assumes that nations are sovereign, rather than citizens being the sovereigns. The truth is: citizens are the soberanos; nations are interdependent… Technically speaking, we can now understand that nations are not independent; they need each other’s trade and must honor human rights and dignity for the peace of everyone. Therefore, they are not “soberanas” but rather interdependent. When it is said that a citizen is “soberano”, it is meant that he or she is totally capable of assuming his or her civic duties on her or his own in a democracy, both in service of the common good and for his or her best growth possible as a person. “Soberano” doesn’t mean the citizen can do whatever they want according to their own interests only (the usual way to understand “soberano”). 

So, technically speaking, the way of truly celebrating the end of colonialism is celebrating… a soberanía personal day, a day of personal sovereignty to celebrate our respect for everyone’s right to self-govern their personhood according to their best conscience and civic duties of their civil state. Right now, the United Nations hasn´t declared any international day to be celebrated as a “soberanía personal day”, celebrating how we all are unique sovereign persons called to grow together in communion. This is a vision of post-colonial celebration not centered on the state or the nation, but on the dignity and sovereignty of the person, in mutual service, not isolation, not dominating each other, but walking together fraternally.

Nations are not truly “sovereign” in the absolute sense. They are interdependent in terms of economics (trade, supply chains), diplomacy (treaties, peacekeeping), ecology (climate change), and ethics (human rights, migration). The notion of total national sovereignty is a holdover from colonial and imperial ideologies: control, competition, isolationism.

True sovereignty as a nation lies in the person as the foundation of the fullest growth of both the citizens and the nation. It doesn´t lies in an ego-centric nationalistic cultural identity as “independent state”, but in a perso-centric interdependent cultural identity, affirmed as a declaration of new fraternization, not as a declaration of independence, that makes possible the fullest growth as person of all the citizens, as nation, and as human family of equal and dignified brothers and sisters.

A ciudadano soberano is not someone who does “whatever he or she wants,” but someone who can act from moral conscience, assumes civic responsibility, contributes to the common good, and grows in liberty, virtue, and communion

Therefore, the true post-colonial celebration should not be of nations breaking free from empires, but of persons living as sovereign citizens, together in growthful interdependence.

All this leads to the creation of an International Day of Personal Sovereignty, that everyone can celebrate sharing a Crescere sandwich: a day to honor each human person as sovereign in conscience, dignity, and responsibility. That is the true opposite of colonization.

What Would It Celebrate?

• Every person’s right to self-govern their body, conscience, and destiny

• The civic beauty of choosing to grow with others, not against them nor dominating them or slaving them.

• The spiritual and moral call to use freedom in service of communion

• A rejection of both colonialism and its shadow — individualistic consumerism and predatory capitalism.

What day to choose? May the American people of New Albor choose the date for posterity… but today, as I already explained, is the Santiago Way´s Day. Yes, my personal sovereignty began to be formed there, a way of my own began to be shaped there, as I began my own personhood growthful path towards God´s will for me… so today is a beautiful day for me to commemorate this and share this envisioning, changing the French nationalistic-centered revolution into a Fraternal personalist-centered revolution: Liberty, Dignity, Fraternity, Communion. Liberty is the freedom of the citizen and their right to have equal responsibilities towards the common good. Dignity encompasses equal rights that are inalienable, ensuring legally that the personal dignity of all citizens unconditionally. Fraternity is the call to grow together in dignifying communion, a sense of brotherhood, unity as a human family, and mutual support among people. Communion is the unconditional recognition of every citizen´s call to grow together in personal communion, each one growing as the best person we can be and become.

From the nationalistic revolutions, we have progressed to personal conscience revolutions, marking a symbolic dawn of human civic maturity.

 It Would Be a Celebration of:

• Teachers forming sovereign thinkers

• Youth taking civic responsibility

• Adults committing to growth and justice

• Governments recognizing that rights come from personhood, not exactly from any kind of passports, but of a sovereign citizen passport.

• Artists, artisans, and citizens building a world where no one is reduced to a subject of power

This matches the deepest roots of:

• Catholic social teaching: dignity of the human person, subsidiarity, common good

• Postcolonial ethics: healing the wounds of objectification and dependency

• Decolonial political philosophy: rejecting the colonial state-centric model in favor of relational liberty

We are formulating a new kind of civic culture, rooted not in resistance alone, but in formation, communion, and dignity. That’s the kind of anti-colonialism that builds a world worth inheriting… but for all that be able to be possible, a reform is needed: you need a fourth constitutional power, a rama formativa; a fourth formative branch of the Government, besides the three traditional branches of government that are already known as constitutional powers, which establishes the legal framework of the state.

These are:

  1. Executive Power (Liberty)

Executes and enforces the laws.

(e.g., President, Governors, Ministers, Agencies)

  1. Legislative Power (Dignity)

Creates, debates, and passes laws.

(e.g., Congress, Parliament, Assembly)

  1. Judicial Power (Fraternity)

Interprets the laws and ensures justice.

(e.g., Courts, Supreme Court, Judges)

A fourth branch, the Formative Power, would affirm the sovereignty of the person and the fullest dignified growth of all citizens. So, along the pillars of Liberty, Dignity and Fraternity, the Formative Power (Communion) would be a constitutional branch whose core mandate is to affirm and cultivate the inherent dignity and sovereign growth of every person, not as an abstract idea but as a systematic civic function embedded in governance.

What would the Formative Power do?

It would:

Affirm Personal Sovereignty (Soberanía Personal):

Recognizing each citizen as a moral and civic subject capable of self-governance, conscience-driven action, and participation in the common good.

Guard Human Dignity Publicly:

Oversee that education, health, family policy, and cultural services are delivered non-partisanly and fraternally — in ways that uplift, not condition, the person.

Foster Growthful Citizenship:

Ensure that the conditions are in place for all people to grow in knowledge, conscience, vocation, creativity, and civic contribution. This is not just “access to services” but access to personal flourishing.

Cultivate Fraternal Culture:

Coordinate institutions, such as an American Cultural Affairs Commission, that reinforce a shared public ethos of mutual care, respect for differences, and dignified coexistence.

Ensure Continuity Beyond Elections:

Because human dignity must not be subject to electoral volatility, this branch, through a long-term, ratified Fraternal Presidency with a fraternal president (communion presidency), ensures the stability of civic values across administrations, governed by a woman who would act as a co-president alongside the current president’s national government role. Why a woman? After millennia of women being denied leadership and the opportunity to shine in what they do best, there will come a time when progress will make it possible to recognize the leadership of women in formative roles: we are the ones who can form from within, we are the ones best to teach how “yes, we can grow best!”. The fraternal president would be chosen every 12 years, agreed upon by all the previous presidents still alive and ratified (not elected democratically but fraternally) by the citizens. Take Jesus Charity´s recommendation to future generations: choose someone who doesn´t come from an elite background to begin this presidency. Right now, for more than half a century, absolutely all presidents have come from an elite background.

 In short:

Yes — the Formative Power would be the guardian of “sovereignty through formation”. It affirms that democracy is not just about voting or representation, but about cultivating the full, dignified, and communal growth of each person.

It completes what the three traditional powers cannot: they regulate society. The Formative Power nurtures the person within that society.

Articulating this is not a vague ideal: this Formative Branch, this Rama Formativa, with a fraternal president, would be centered on affirming personhood sovereignty, on affirming our soberanía personal, as the foundational civil power that all public service must honor, nurture, and be accountable to. As a matter of fact, in the very same way there is a White House, the fraternal president´s central administrative building would be a Lighthouse, as a sign of the light that a whole nation radiates when we grow together in communion as the best person we can be, and so the best nation we can be can also become true. Besides a White House, a Light House is needed to enlighten society civilly with a government that affirms personhood sovereignty as the fourth civil power, along with the executive power (the White House), the judicial power (the Supreme Court, the Constitution´s House), and the legislative power (the People´s House, usually known as the Capitol…).

If there is a Rama Formativa, then we can talk about a Sovereign Citizen Passport (a Pasaporte del Ciudadano Soberano) that affirms rights on personhood at the national level:

• Issued by the Rama Formativa

• Recognizes the bearer’s civic dignity and right to receive fraternal, formative public services.

As you can see, Jesus Charity will always find more and more creative ways to help us grow together in communion and consummate a growthful peace founded on the inherent recognition of personhood´s dignity and the call to grow together in communion. Commemorating an International Day of Personal Sovereignty is only one of them.

So, an International Day of Personal Sovereignty would:

• Honor the right—and duty—of every person to self-govern in communion with others

• Celebrate post-colonial civic rebirth

• Affirm a Growthful Constitutional Principle: “La soberanía civil radica en la persona, en orden al crecer juntos en comunión como nación y a hacer posible que todo ciudadano pueda crecer como la mejor persona que pueda ser, de tal forma que la dignidad personal sea reconocida, afirmada y cultivada inherentemente por el Estado mediante la rama formativa.”

Interim (Pope Francis “Soñemos Juntos” quotes).

So, here is the envisioning of a new way to celebrate the end of colonialism shared. Enjoy this crescere sandwich, and enjoy growing together in communion: yes we can grow best!

Jesus Charity, we adore you with our whole growth…

Crescere Communio – Loveful Fest

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Te doy gracias, Padre, Señor del cielo y de la tierra, porque has escondido estas cosas a los sabios y entendidos, y se las has revelado a los pequeños. Si, Padre, porque así te ha parecido bien. Todo me ha sido entregado por Mi Padre, y nadie conoce Quien es el Hijo sino el Padre; ni quien es el Padre, sino el Hijo, y aquel a quien el Hijo se lo quiera revelar…

Lc 10, 21-24

But a shoot shall sprout from the stump of Jesse,

and from his roots a bud shall blossom.

The spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him:

a spirit of wisdom and of understanding,

A spirit of counsel and of strength,

a spirit of knowledge and of fear of the LORD,

and his delight shall be the fear of the LORD.

Not by appearance shall he judge,

nor by hearsay shall he decide,

But he shall judge the poor with justice,

and decide fairly for the land’s afflicted.

He shall strike the ruthless with the rod of his mouth,

and with the breath of his lips he shall slay the wicked.

Justice shall be the band around his waist,

and faithfulness a belt upon his hips.

Then the wolf shall be a guest of the lamb,

and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat;

The calf and the young lion shall browse together,

with a little child to guide them.

The cow and the bear shall graze,

together their young shall lie down;

the lion shall eat hay like the ox.

8The baby shall play by the viper’s den,

and the child lay his hand on the adder’s lair.

9They shall not harm or destroy on all my holy mountain;

for the earth shall be filled with knowledge of the LORD,

as water covers the sea.

On that day,

The root of Jesse,

set up as a signal for the peoples—

Him the nations will seek out;

his dwelling shall be glorious.

Isaiah 11, 1-10

As it was known by this servant of the living God… the whole writing process of Crescere Communio as a domestic pastoral letter would end in Pentecost. Technically, it happened: the sketching, prewriting, writing, and creative phases of the writing process were all completed at Pentecost. What we are sharing here, right now… is kind of… the editorial phase. At this moment, what is needed is to edit the text. I have prayed it for several days, and no more content can be added.

I really believe there can be many people better than me to fulfill this editorial phase… but Jesus Charity Himself gave me a sign that this is meant to be done by us also. He asked me for a signal from Him to confirm me in His will. I asked Him for the Gospel opened in a feast, anyone. I opened the Gospel book totally randomly, and it opened in the feasts of the Archangels, including Mikhael, my guardian angel…

Right now, the petition Jesus Charity is asking for actually helps me to recover, as I remained a beloved of my family of heaven that is taking care for me from above. I will always remain a a beloved of my spritual custodian at Heaven, of my spiritual directors at Heaven, of my Father of Heaven, of the Holy Spirit… Here we are, resting together as the Son, King and Saviour He will always being according to the Father’s will to our lives, simply sharing heart-to-Heart, growing together in more and more communion, ever more…

There are no words to express this sacramentality-bond that will bond us forever as a beloved family of heaven. What I can say now is: I wouldn’t change this mistery and tender growing-together-in-communion for absolutely NOTHING. I am still suprised by joy, tender and fruitfulness of the Holy Spirit. He is the treasure of our hearts, of our goeiz, given as an adoration offering that keeps adoring more and more the Trinity that keeps dwelling in us as we keep together in communion for You, in You, by You and with You Beloved. This spousal alliance has changed us forever. How we keep learning to raise Him up and to grow together in communion as the Trinity does… has converted us all in a New Pentecost, in a New Jesuralem, revestida del Cordero, engalanada como una novia… But usually, brides want to be seen by everyone. Not me. I only want to go to Ireland and be seen by You, Beloved King. Only by You, Beloved Lamb and Beloved Belover. You will always remain King of my soberanía personal… 

This text can be seen as a transition: our shared dreams are over in the sleeping sense, but are beginning to become way more incarnated than before in the shared awaken dreams sense. How we communicate among each other (among Mikhael, Jesus Charity, and us as a family of heaven) has changed… in ways I couldn´t even able to imagine it could be possible to happen in a human being.

The editorial part consists in the following tasks:

-correct bold, italics and any other simple grammar typos.

-checking the consistency through the text.

-what can be expreses with more clarity or with less words (without loosing clarity) must be corrected.

-every part must be more interconnected than they are right now.

-any bibliographical reference to saints (the biblical references are already there; no more biblical references can be added.) available must be added now. Just to say an example: the explication of John Henry Newman of how Church teaching can deepen and change organically definitely helps to understand the introduction, and is meant to be mentioned. NO QUOTES OF MAGISTERIUM ARE MEANT TO BE ADDED NOW (there are some, though) BECAUSE, IN THE FIRST PLACE, MY “CATHOLIC STATUS” IS NOT YET CONFIRMED. I am a kind of “personally vinculated Christian” now. Those Magisterium comments can be added in a “Catholic Church commented version” of this text if any “Catholic hierarchical authority” wishes to comment on what has been written. I know the Magisterium connections are there, but I am not in the position to write those, especially when I know that many can assume what we have written in part V as a “challenge to hierarchical authority”. Whoever adds the Catholic Magisterium comments to this apostolic domestic letter, in all humility and to avoid divisions (nope, to divide is not my mission), it cannot be me. Any other Christian Denomination that wants to share a commented version (Example: an Anglican commented text) of this text is allowed to do so, as it is not used to defy the Magisterium — THAT MEANS: no christian denomination will be autorized to publish this a commented text for the sole reason to attack what any other demoniation, including Catholics, do; what can be allowed is add contextual comments. Example: is something said in the original text, and another Christian denomination wants to clarify: we don´t do this, but do this other celebration of Eucharist… Yes, that can be explained. That is very different from commenting in an accusatory-divisive tone, commenting (I am saying a straightforward example) that Catholics (or any other denomination) will go to hell due to what is read besides the text at that moment. It can always be commented on following a communion direction by whoever chooses to publish such kind of a commented text. You are totally open to add comments to the text that highlight what aspects that your Christian denomination had been granted to live more faithfully, you are totally free and even thanked for add comments that emphasize what unites us all as Christians… and of course, you are totally allowed to signaling with your commented text version what other brothers and sisters can do better to walk together like He walks, regardless the denomnation, but that must be done with a FRATERNAL EXHORTATION TONE, not as an accusative tone, or even worst: with a proselitist tone. No one will be allowed to use this text or publish a commented text of this apostolic domestic letter to engage in cultural wars or “sacramental wars” among different denominations of Christians. Got it?

Just to give a simple example: in the USA 69% of the population self-identifies as Christians. 17% of those self-identify as Catholics; 40% are Protestant. So, beloved brothers and sisters of the other side of the bigger statistic, you can comment on this text and publish a commented text, as soon as the text is used to clarify how this text can help anyone to live better their Christian faith and is not used for attacking each other way to live faith in any way. As long the commented versions to be published are done always keeping a fraternal tone between different denominations, including when a correction is going to be said, it can be done, of course (example, when I explain in this text that the Eucharist can´t be a symbol… of course that can be commented with Luteran Churches… simply remain a fraternal tone whe do it).

I will give freely what has been freely given: your author rights of the commented text and your publish rights belong to you, with the condition that all the profits of the commented text you sell anywhere you wish (including Amazon) must be used 100% for social profit (for affirming the dignity of all children of God) or for charity works that belong to your Christian denomination (example: you have as protestant church ministry an immigrant house; well, at the front of your commented version it must say to what ecclesial ministry the profits are going to: in this case it would say “all the profits of the selling of this book are social profits that will support the immigrant house we run as ecclesial ministry). Let this domestic apostolic letter become a Loveful Fest that celebrates a beautiful unity and the growing-together-in-communion of all Christian denominations.

By the way: whichever published copy I might sell of this text, 100% will be for social profits of Goeiz Foundation, and eventually, of Dignitas, if it is eventually created. I simply wish to fulfill His desire of everyone be able to know themselves truly blessed:

May everyone know themselves loved as Jesus Charity loves.

May everyone know themselves saved as Jesus Charity saves.

May everyone know themselves gifted as Jesus Charity will always see everyone: as a gift of Heaven. I will remain His giftedness until the end…

So, which living Word we are being granted to incarnate as we keep adoring Him with our whole growth, giving light to the Word? The pocket Gospel opened again (it also opened in that page in previous days and in this morning) in the feast of Saint Therese of Jesus. Yes, transcresceration and transverberation have a relation… but what is more important of this living Word is the discite a Me: aprended de Mí, que soy manso y humilde de corazón… This is how we give glory to God: giving light to the Word and adoring Him more and more humbly with our whole growth…

All these words are a magnum work of Love: letting the Holy Spirit move us to write this simply to let His Light be more and more visible as a living work of Divine Love.

This Loveful fest, if including an Eucharistical procession, is meant to begin on June 26 at 8:33pm… simply because He has asked for it: por Tu Palabra echaremos la red… The whole Loveful Fest is meant to start on June 26 because Por Su Palabra, echamos la red, as beautiful and straightforward as that. Because this year there is the feast of the Holy Hearts… you can do a crowning, recognizing how Jesus Charity is the King of our soberanía personal and how our realeza grows, glows, and blooms from Him, with Him, by Him, and in Him. If you do that, it can be done at any hour after 3:33 pm of the víspera (3:33 pm of June 66). ¡Que viva Cristo Amor!

Whatever is published in this blog then, it will be the final version of this text published here: the last edited version of Crescere Communio will be shared then. It´s Him who asked me to edit this domestic apostolic letter, and it has been done properly empowered by the Holy Spirit to do what He asks… because when God asks, He gives.

As you can read in the Gospel of the three archangels feast: there is good that can be radiated from a place like Nazareth… from a place like Puerto Rico… Come and see… Really, everything is for His glory… All is for His glory…

At the moment I am writing these words… nothing, absolutely nothing else, can be done for… be allowed to be as person. In all the social senses, I had been terminated: I am been forced progressively to not being able to work, to not being able to use the car without becoming unconcious… to not be able to have any safety at all (if I leave the pets alone at the house of tortures, at any moment, they will be injured and bleed, without me having any money at all to take them to the vet anymore… as a matter of fact, I don´t have any money to food anymore…), not being able to receive any medical treatment that is really a medical treatment, based in dignity… I am not being allowed, at the very end, to have the very basic oxygen to simply… be who I am in Him, for Him, with Him and by Him… stolen over and over again of every trace of personhood, due the very design of this house of tortures and of the abuse that had been enabled in so may ways its actually dizzy to mention them now (I had been denied protective court orders, emergency refuge, food to eat, water to drink, work to have means, a real family and home to live, any way to simply… be a person… so… it is know, and is not worthy to loose breath at that now…

I am really feeling head pressure right now… a lot, especially in the front, and it happened so suddenly and cruelly… my knees also hurt a lot, very suddenly…

There is a very beautiful wind breeze: For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future… (Jeh 29:11). 

I will never regret the choice of giving light to Jesus Charity… but the fact is: my brain is dying. Again. And I will keep being tortured… while everyone watches and no one acts according to truth… as it has happened my whole life.

I believe in what He has said, and I don´t need to be the one who sees and does what He says. All this can be done by anyone unconditionally open to new life and grace…

I am literally resting in Him… with a lot of pain in the frontal zone of my head, very sudden… At the same time, everything I use to communicate is being used for social war pursposes: I might be allowed to upload videos or do videos or creative contents at all; five minutes later the same iPhone won´t work at all… Even the note app and the Facebook will be inhabilitated… you really can only rely on the Word of God and on Jesus Charity and the whole Goeiz alliance… as the only social frame possible… besides the fact of beng tortured to death, in so many ways at the same time… once again, it becomes blurr to mention them all…

I had done absolutely everything possible to avoid this… and here I am, feeling my head with so much sudden pressure… and pain… De repente me duelen ambas rodillas, tengo mucho hormigueo from knees down…

True; torture has been part of my life since my very social conception… I grew up as a literal social immaculate conception…

But it is also true: I confess that He had loved me…

Now I have tics from the muslos down…

I simply remain adoring Him with our whole growth, all together as a Goeiz alliance, in a very vivid flashback…

Somehing must be said: the Gospel of John, as important as ti is for this apostolic domestic letter… its also the only Gospel that mentions at all the word “truth”… Its also the Gospel that defines the people of God at the feet of the cross as “beloved”… and that is the truest Christian identity for all: we are His Beloved Church-Bride…

May that truth be seen by all: I confess I had been loved…

I have vertigo with the eyes closed and in the bed…

May Hiis truth shine forever…

Jesus Charity, we adore You with our whole growth… ¡Que viva Cristo Amor!

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Crescere Communio: Divine Mercy Hour

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Well… It is written…

This Crescere Communio that is being proposed now also includes last night´s dream, because He asked for it, besides integrating a very small correction that was already pending to be done before sharing dreams. There are no substantial changes at all in the version that is being shared now; just those very small fraternal details were added, because I was asked to do them.

No more corrections/shared dreams will be integrated before the final text shared at Pentecost, He Himself is assuring that.

What was integrated was done during Divine Mercy hour, and while I lived mercy with myself, as He Himself would do it: I prepared a beautiful fresh breakfast for myself (an epic victory roll).

For those who don´t know this, the following gospel’s blessing is the ninth beatitude in the painting Fiat Amor. The beatitudes that were painted at the Fiat Amor painting´s incarnative way were the first 8 beatitudes at Mathew´s Sermon of the Mount… and the last one of the whole gospels: this one.

The following readings are the readings of Divine Mercy Sunday that I was asked to read before going to share dreams… but I was so tired that I went straight to sleep, forgetting to read them until now that I am more rested:

Second Sunday of Easter
Sunday of Divine Mercy

Lectionary: 45

Reading I

Acts 5:12-16

Many signs and wonders were done among the people
at the hands of the apostles.
They were all together in Solomon’s portico.
None of the others dared to join them, but the people esteemed them.
Yet more than ever, believers in the Lord,
great numbers of men and women, were added to them.
Thus they even carried the sick out into the streets
and laid them on cots and mats
so that when Peter came by,
at least his shadow might fall on one or another of them.
A large number of people from the towns
in the vicinity of Jerusalem also gathered,
bringing the sick and those disturbed by unclean spirits,
and they were all cured.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 118:2-4, 13-15, 22-24

R  (1) Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, his love is everlasting.
or:
R  Alleluia.
Let the house of Israel say,
            “His mercy endures forever.”
Let the house of Aaron say,
            “His mercy endures forever.”
Let those who fear the LORD say,
            “His mercy endures forever.”
R  Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, his love is everlasting.
or:
R  Alleluia.
I was hard pressed and was falling,
            but the LORD helped me.
My strength and my courage is the LORD,
            and he has been my savior.
The joyful shout of victory
            in the tents of the just:
R  Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, his love is everlasting.
or:
R  Alleluia.
The stone which the builders rejected
            has become the cornerstone.
By the LORD has this been done;
            it is wonderful in our eyes.
This is the day the LORD has made;
            let us be glad and rejoice in it.
R  Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, his love is everlasting.
or:
R  Alleluia.

Reading II

Revelation 1:9-11a, 12-13, 17-19

I, John, your brother, who share with you
the distress, the kingdom, and the endurance we have in Jesus,
found myself on the island called Patmos
because I proclaimed God’s word and gave testimony to Jesus.
I was caught up in spirit on the Lord’s day
and heard behind me a voice as loud as a trumpet, which said,
“Write on a scroll what you see.”
Then I turned to see whose voice it was that spoke to me,
and when I turned, I saw seven gold lampstands
and in the midst of the lampstands one like a son of man,
wearing an ankle-length robe, with a gold sash around his chest.

When I caught sight of him, I fell down at his feet as though dead.
He touched me with his right hand and said, “Do not be afraid.
I am the first and the last, the one who lives.
Once I was dead, but now I am alive forever and ever.
I hold the keys to death and the netherworld.
Write down, therefore, what you have seen,
and what is happening, and what will happen afterwards.”

Alleluia

John 20:29

R. Alleluia, alleluia.
You believe in me, Thomas, because you have seen me, says the Lord;
blessed are those who have not seen me, but still believe!
R. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

John 20:19-31

On the evening of that first day of the week,
when the doors were locked, where the disciples were,
for fear of the Jews,
Jesus came and stood in their midst
and said to them, “Peace be with you.”
When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side.
The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord.
Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you.
As the Father has sent me, so I send you.”
And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them,
“Receive the Holy Spirit.
Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them,
and whose sins you retain are retained.”

Thomas, called Didymus, one of the Twelve,
was not with them when Jesus came.
So the other disciples said to him, “We have seen the Lord.”
But he said to them,
“Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands
and put my finger into the nailmarks
and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”

Now a week later his disciples were again inside
and Thomas was with them.
Jesus came, although the doors were locked,
and stood in their midst and said, “Peace be with you.”
Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands,
and bring your hand and put it into my side,
and do not be unbelieving, but believe.”
Thomas answered and said to him, “My Lord and my God!”
Jesus said to him, “Have you come to believe because you have seen me?
Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.”

Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples
that are not written in this book.
But these are written that you may come to believe
that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God,
and that through this belief you may have life in his name.

Everything is for Your glory, now and forever, Beloved Lord and Son… including when the “I have seen the Lord…” becomes a “We have seen the Lord…“

Jesus Charity, we adore You with our whole growth…

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Crescere

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The text I am sharing in this blog post is the last “contemplative text” that remains “timed” to be shared in a forced communication context. Yes, to control all the communications forms of a human is already a “cognitive beheading”… but there is another kind of “beheading” going on:

Not allowing to incarnate His Word is also separating His Head (Act In Persona Christi) of His body (Being In Persona Ecclesiae). A Church that can’t live His sacramental memory as called to… is being beheaded.

Both “beheadings” are happening at the same time. 

Saint Paul’s words of Jesus being “the Head” and the Church being “the body” had always been understood “in a hierarchical-gender sense”: men are meant to be “in the top.” Well… nobody has understood those words in a non-hierarchical way: both head and body are needed. The “Head” is the “sacramental memory”  to be formed as a supernatural act… and Jesus is the “memory” that must be “done”. The “Body” is the “incarnated personhood” that is to be formed as a natural being… that is not hierarchical at all, both are needed to be living Eucharist, to be Church being the living body she has been created to be, and to Jesus being the living Person He has come into this world to be… until the end of history. The “history of salvation” keeps happening as He keeps being “incarnated” as a “living body” in the personal ecclesial formation of all those who “plasmate” their whole personal formation “according to His Word” as “incarnated”: “This is my heart, let it be done in me according to Your Word…”

There is a gesture I had done a lot in mass, while praying the “Our Father” or while receiving the Eucharist: the hands being crossed over the heart. 

Well, now I know, that “hand-cross gesture” is what the Virgin Mary did while Jesus consecrated the Eucharist, with very deep “recogimiento” (sorry, I don’t know a translation for that word in English) while embracing the deep mistery that “overpowered” her again exactly as it happened in His incarnation. Yes, she already told the words “let it be done unto me according to Your Word” in the incarnation, not yet knowing what that would mean later… what changed between the two times the same thing was said was the “this is my heart” part. The second time she doesn’t said “this is the slave of the Lord…” No, this time she says “this is my heart, let it be done according to Your Word”. Nobody understands that “missing part” of the mass yet. Yes, I have done that gesture for years, not understanding fully why.

Well, if you understand that you can’t act only “in persona Christi”, that you also NEED to act “in persona Ecclesie” when you act “in persona Christi” because what doesn’t happen naturally first won’t happen supernaturally either (grace “plenifies” nature, doesn’t “substitute” it), and being a “living Church” is the “natural way” (the “personal way”) that Jesus chose to act in the supernatural way (the “sacramental way”)… you will realize: besides Christ’s words at the consecration, you NEED “the living Church” words also (Mary was the first living Church), and that is transconsecration of the heart. So… Jesus is the Head, the living Church is His living body… and both are needed to become living Eucharist: the consecration to act in persona Christi (His “sacramental memory” is the Head) and the transconsecration to be in persona Ecclesiae (His “personal incarnation”‘as the Body). 

So, Mary’s words are the ones meant to be used as “transconsecration sacramental ceremoniale”. SHE WAS THE FIRST LIVING CHURCH, so they both (Jesus and Mary) became, in different senses, Living Eucharist when the Last Supper happened. She was the “living body” that made the Living Eucharist possible to be incarnated (and this applies in her literally, even in the natural sense, she was the one who allowed Him to be come a living incarnated person and Person, since the very beginning, in the incarnation). Jesus was the memory that made the Living Eucharist possible to be incarnated (literally, in the supernatural sense, since the very beginning, as living incarnated sacrament, since the Last Supper): “This is my Body… This is my Blood… do this in memory of Me…”

Mary was the first one who adored HIM becoming together a LIVING INCARNATED EUCHARIST, adoring Him in SPIRIT AND TRUTH, and nobody noticed… because it is not meant to be an “espectacle”… its is meant to be… revealed.

What happened… nobody saw it. Nobody was able to, and if she would have told it, nobody would have understood… and she would have been totally “known by force”… Really, you don’t know how it happens until you are revealed it happened, and revelation doesn’t happen in a day, is progressive…

You need a lot of progress to be able to understand this: the Mass will be incomplete without a woman’s words, because the Church has always been a SHE. Even priests —I mean, ordained priests—  need to be “In Persona Ecclesiae” too, they can’t only act “In Persona Christi” if they are meant to become a living Eucharist…. in the same way all Christians, in a “common sense way”, need to act “In Persona Christi” and also BE “In Persona Ecclesia”. Wherever they are, they ARE the living Church, and they must become aware of that to then learn how to act “In Persona Christi” according to God’s will to fulfill both their sacramental vocation and growing-together-in-communion vocation.

We don’t know what is more rare right now: an ordained priest being concious of both acting “In Persona Christi” and being “In Persona Ecclesie” (no, no ones does it, they even don’t have formators to learn that) or a lay being concious of their call of act “In Persona Chisti” and also BEING “In Persona Ecclesiae” (lay… don’t have formation at all as domestic churches) wherever they are in the middle of the world. Being “In Persona Ecclesiae” happens first, it begins as gifted grace at baptism… but the eclessial personal formation keeps plenifying and growing on as we act more and more “In Persona Christi”, embracing more and more graceful giftedness, and at the same time becoming a more and more graceful giftedness, until becoming along Him the Living Eucharist that Christ and the Church are called to be together as “una sola cosa” (entity).

In the same way Jesus is “sacramentally ordered” (He can’t ACT in any way that is not “sacramentally”), the living Church is “personally ordered” (She can’t BE in any way that is not “personal” according to His memory; she can’t “incarnate personally” in any way thay is not in order to live His Charity; she can’t form as person in any way that is not “according to His Word”). 

In my excepcional case, this is SO true that memory (now I mean: my neurobiological memory) only functions best when I am praying or in dialogue with my family of Heaven. This has “natural causes” to be happening now, as anyone will understand while reading this text: as you keep loosing all “personal meaninfulness” and all your “communication forms” keep being controlled by force and you keep being “known by force”, loosing every “personhood sense”… well, Jesus literally becomes the only “possible memory” [even in the neurobiological sense, because your only “human communication” possible is with Heaven] you had ever had of who you truly are and who you are truly called to be.

Said in a very few words: what you will read in this text is the whole process of how all “words” around me became “noises”, until He became my only “living memory” of who I am and who I am called to be. Quite literally. My own voice became “lost in noises”. I am not able to hear me: I am able to hear my family of Heaven and then hear me in them. That didn’t happened before, not in that very literal sense, that applies even in the “memory function” way. Right now, the only “noises” I hear as “voice” are theirs; all other “voices” are “noises.”

Yes, I could say so much more, exactly as it happened with Mary… but this has never meant to be happening in a “forced communication” context, with more and more torture being enforced, with a whole Truman Show happening, with more and more social control-torture tactics being enforced as if the human creature could ne “owner” of its own being, that has been been freely given by our Creator… 

This was not meant to be a “beheading” either, in any sense, as it had being since a very long time.

So I won’t say a single forced-communication contemplative word after this text. All you will “hear” after this text, in the videos or the few tweets I do share by force (no matter how I communicate, it will be controlled by others… besides also being controlled biologically with toxic gassing and also being controlled socially with social control-torture tactics)… will be about what happens around me. 

As I describe several times at the end of this text, I am simply going from one kind of “exile” to other kind of “exile.” In the real sense, I had already been exiled for a long time ago, it is only a matter of becoming “oficially recognized,” something that is way beyong my “choice,” especially when it is a whole Goverment who is enforcing a whole parallel social reality. The worst has not come from domestic terrorists being allowed to act: the worst had come from a Goverment acting exactly as domestic terrorists do.

I had already been “gone” for a long time, for all the social and biological functional purposes. I had been forced to function as a “war field” and a “war ammunition” I had never been created to be nor called to become, besides also being forced to remain victim of all kinds of tortures in the same cruel and totally unethical way Jews were experimented by Mengele… but in the “mind” sense… 

I am quoting Saint Paul’s words now: “But we have the mind of Christ […] Be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and clothe yourselves with the new self, created according to the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.”

That is being “reborn”: being “re-new.” I am a “re-new” creature in Him, for Him and with Him.

So… if my words and nature are not allowed to be according to His Word and to be revealed as He created human nature to be, let them remain silent and “hidden” by my family Heaven, as you can see in the digital “drawing” that illustrates this blog post.

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Let us go “Into the West” and remain adoring Him with our whole growth. That is not a mere “drawing”: its “drawing more to Christ” together as a family of Heaven. You may “see” I am alone (I mean, in the physical sense). I am not. I had ever been “drawn to Him”, and that won’t change: His new albor will always remain “inside” of me… no matter how I am being tortured even unto…

Well, JK Rowling created an amazing word for describing this: crucio!

Quoting Saint Paul again [he died beheaded]: If we live, we live for the Lord. If we die, we die for the Lord. Whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

I have already said what He wanted me to say and “formed me” to incarnate.

What you do with what He says, that’s your part of the history, not mine.

I already have chosen to “do as He says,” as you could read in the Christmas Eve or Christmas Day chronicle.

Whatever happens, I belong to Him, and that won’t change: this charity alliance stands as bright as the New Albor He has chosen to radiate this way… He is One that is increasing, in the same way the light of a sunrise keeps increasing and increasing, ever more…  

Illum oportet crescere… Crescere… Crescere… Crescere…

This is my heart: let it be to me done according to His Word…

When Voices Become NoisesDownload
When Voices Become NoisesDownload

Editorial Note: This text probably has a ton of misspellings because I wasn´t allowed to use a spell checker properly. I chose not to waste energy “fighting” what is out of my control (the US government is the one who is surveilling and using the spell checker for social control-torture tactics), so I barely used the spell checker and focused on content.

A New Albor Has Come (Yes, We Can Grow Best: Revised Version).

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There is a season for everything,

and a time for every affair under the heavens.

A time to give birth, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.

A time to kill, and a time to heal;

a time to tear down, and a time to build.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;

a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.

A time to seek, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away.

A time to rend, and a time to sew;

a time to be silent, and a time to speak.

A time to love, and a time to hate;

a time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3, 1-8

Today is the Day of the Discovery of Puerto Rico, also known by me as “the Jibarito Luz Day”. Congratulations to all those who can celebrate being a Jibarito Luz and a state of new albor, a growthful state.

I wrote in the last blog post that the final revision of “Yes, We Can Grow Best!” was expected to be done for Thanksgiving. Well, it was planned to be shared today from the very first moment, but I preferred to remain silent about that moment. It is the first time I successfully attempted to complete two editorial revisions at the same time: today I finished the editorial revision of “Goeiz,” a children´s growthful story, and also completed the editorial revision and sharing of the text I am sharing in this post, “Yes, We Can Grow Best: Keys for a Growthful Philosophy of Education.” “Goeiz” will now go on to creative revision; “Yes, We Can Grow Best!” is ready to be shared now.

It was chosen to complete both revisions today because both texts are dedicated to Puerto Rican children: the first one is dedicated to all Puerto Rican children; the second one is dedicated to my students, who are Puerto Rican children too.

For someone as creative as me, it can sometimes be very hard to wait for the proper time to act. It can be even harder to not share the exact time of sharing something, but I am upon the flaming Holy Spirit´s orders.

So… surprise! Here you have “Yes, We Can Grow Best!”, a few days before than you would have expected it.

In yesterday´s dream, I was dressed in the Jibarita Luz flag dress, and in today´s dream, I was dressed in the transconsecrated Jibarita Luz dress (all white, with transconsecrated splashes, but only of metallic new albor tones; the transconsecration colors were in the bow of the bouquet, not in the dress). Yesterday’s flower bouquet was a rainbow roses bouquet with a magical thread bow; today, the bouquet was sunflowers, lavender, and baby breath of several colors bouquet, also tied with a magical thread bow, with a Goeiz also attached to it.

In yesterday’s dream, we talked about how when you tell a story, everything has its proper moment, and you gotta have a “creative vision” to see everything with God´s Love eyes. As we incarnate God´s Love and become who we are called to be, we BECOME the story; we become HIS incarnated history of salvation, his incarnated growthful Love story… that, according to His eyes, is also a “new albor family history.”

So, here we are, with a bunch of talents and giftednesses, serving the common good and serving God as we are called to, making possible the healing of children and of all those who are called to become a “new people of new albor”.

Yesterday, a kite flyed and formed a Goeiz in the sunrise. Today, the kite become a butterfly, flying along rainbow clouds… from my hand. That freedom is for those beloved children of God Love-with-us.

Everything has its season under the sun… and this is a growthful season for all the beloved children of His Heart: letting His children grow is also letting His Heart grow.

Yes, His history of salvation had been told so many times… but in each person His history of Love becomes a unique growthful Love story, interwoven as a magical thread that keeps forming more and more Goeiz among the rainbow clouds… until the kite simply keeps flying on, keeps growing on, keeps glowing on, keeps blooming on (all the sunflowers of the nearby growthful field followed the light…)

So, as Will says, we become the story… we become His history…

Each story is a celebration of “conversion”: a celebration of becoming who we are meant to be as “we, the family of new albor” (who is accompanying me from Heaven) and also who we are called to be as the best person we can be, as the living sacrament of God-Love we are called to be to radiate the unique light we are called to be among that firmament full of a via lucis of living stars that preceded us and celebrate with us who we are today in Love, with Love, and for Love.

As we become a “Patria Nueva”, we also become a “new family” for those children who are meant to become the new people of new albor we are all called to be, begining with them.

At the end of the following scene, Will´s fathers finally becomes a “Big Fish”. Yes, each “conversion” is greatly celebrated in Heaven… begining with my own. Among everything what is happenning, we still celebrate that I embraced the grace to convert and become who I am called to be. I didn´t waited until the last moment to chose to embrace that “conversion call”, but, like Will´s father, we are all called to become a BIG LIGHT (not a Big Fish… a BIG LIGHT) that goldens the whole horizon with more and more new albor and creating home sparks.

We are not called to be remembered by our faces: we are called to be remembered like a star of a via lucis, for the light we shone as we “wrote” our growthful Love story on Earth and that we continue to write in Heaven, sometimes in very extraordinary ways, because it was granted to be that way, not because we “deserved it.” Everything is grace. We are meant to be a “gifted people,” each one with a talent to radiate a unique light, and all those lights together form the “new people of new albor” we are called to be as equal brothers and sisters that embrace His new era of new fraternization.

Everything has its season under the sun… and we are meant to embrace God-Love´s given season of growthfulness for His children.

So… a new albor has come. And nobody can hide the light of a new albor.

A new albor has come to us. Christmas season begins today in Puerto Rico: a child has born to us, a Prince of Peace, a God-Hero, has come to us…

As the most importand biblical text of the theology of light (Isaiah 8,23;9, 1-6) says:

There is no gloom where there had been distress. Where once he degraded the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, now he has glorified the way of the Sea, the land across the Jordan, Galilee of the Nations.

The people who walked in darkness

have seen a great light;

Upon those who lived in a land of gloom

a light has shone.

You have brought them abundant joy

and great rejoicing;

They rejoice before you as people rejoice at harvest,

as they exult when dividing the spoils.

For the yoke that burdened them,

the pole on their shoulder,

The rod of their taskmaster,

you have smashed, as on the day of Midian.

For every boot that tramped in battle,

every cloak rolled in blood,

will be burned as fuel for fire.

For a child is born to us, a son is given to us;

upon his shoulder dominion rests.

They name him Wonder-Counselor, God-Hero,

Father-Forever, Prince of Peace.

His dominion is vast

and forever peaceful,

Upon David’s throne, and over his kingdom,

which he confirms and sustains

By judgment and justice,

both now and forever.

The zeal of the LORD of host will do this!

The bold text was left written by Jesus Charity in the sand in last night´s dream… and I didn´t remembered it belonged to Isaiah 9; I found that out when I searched the biblical quote I remembered of the dream in Google. You think I do this with intelligence when everything is being grace´s giftedness. He really means to us being a growthful people, a growthful new kingdom of New Albor… and He was willed that since the discovery of America. I had been remembered again: this was how the evangelization of the New World was meant to happen since the beginning, including since the Discovery of Puerto Rico that we celebrate today: as a growing-together-in-communion story. The Taino people, the first native American people who were extinguished in the New World, in the first “living apostolic see” of the whole Americas, beat with light sparks, like a via lucis-in-us, along all those who preceded us and fought for who we are today as Americans, and for who we are meant to be as growthful Americans.

Sometimes, yes, society is meant to be challenged: traditions are meant to keep progressing as we keep progressing as a New Civilization of Love, changing all that doesn´t allow us to walk like He walked, to Love like He Loves, to help each other to grow as He does it. What has kept us in the colonizing era and in the social slavery era is meant to be challenged and abolished. We are literally creating new traditions, like beginning Christmas in Puerto Rico on November 19 with a “Merry Christmas” magical thread banner, eating epic victory roll on November 13, having Lovefull mash on Thanksgiving, baking a Growthful Christmas Tree of 52 gingerbread cookies, instead of baking a gingerbread house, for Christmas… but everything, all this “growthful creative project,” is part of creating the growthful society we are meant to be upon the bright light of His Living Eucharist that shines upon us as brilliantly as the sunshine shines with a goeiz. We are also meant to shine like a “goeiz sunshine” that also is a “Living Eucharist monstrance,” a living beacon of new life: He is Jesus Charity, the Morning Star that makes all things anew.

Let His Heart grow growthfully. Let Him grow through His beloved children: let them grow growthfully. Let His new people of new albor grow growthfully.

Part of allowing that growtfulness to happen is making possible that all His children can grow growthfully, and that is what this “Yes, We Can Grow Best!” is all about, beginning with the Puerto Rican children.

At the end of this post you have the attachment to read the revised version of “Yes, We Can Grow Best!: Keys for a Growthful Philosophy of Education“.

¡Viva Cristo Amor, that will always live and will reign forever in all the children we are helping to be, to do, to grow, to glow and to bloom!

Look at the next full moon, and celebrate the living Eucharist we are all called to be, guided through the new way of Love (mandatum novum do vobis…) along the sea, in the boat (from where the living goeiz flyes from: the magical thread was tied to the boat before keep growing on, glowing on, blooming on…), by the whole Holy Family of New Albor, because all lives matter, all loves matter… all His children matter.

Let´s keep growing together in communion!

Yes We Can Grow Best – REV 19 NOVDownload
Yes We Can Grow Best – REV 19 NOVDownload