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DANGEROUS AUGUST
RED FLAG... IN THE BEACH
August could be the cruellest month of the year, being the crudest April, according to T. S. Elliot. However, there is not more pleasant time in this part of the world than the month dedicated by the Romans to the Sun [Solis invictus] and we belong to an heliocentric culture. Time to ripe and to reap. On apple and peach trees mature; nuts are ready for harvest. The heat of the summer has reached its algid point. Grass is less green and cuts better, light is declining and there are shorter days. Views of the meadows behind our bungallow extended a luxurious Asturian green. Apples are not doing bad this season, considering the heavy heil we had by the end of May, and also peaches but plums gave nothing.
The feast of the Assumption, in the West, or the Celestial Sleep to Heavens (Durmition, Yspeñie) precedes Saint Austins Day. Nature always rules and goes uncomittal of our worries and grudges Usually, over here, middle of the Cantabric Ocean, we have the big tides, called by the sailing people the Swells of San Agustín.
Spanish cities empty themselves, every body going to the sea side, not so many, though, this 2008, wirh the crisis, the crumbling of the industry of the birck, the dole cue getting bigger and bigger and half of the subsaharian youth arriving at Canaries, uninvited.
In spite of that, Madrid closes for holidays amd there is an air of uncorcerned broadmindness. July and June could be tough but in August, relax. Forget the adrenaline. The beach of San Pedro is also beautiful in this radiant Thursday with blowing northeastern wind. The high cliffs covered with blushes and its vegetation of thicket seem, seem to precipitate over the yellow sands, their rocks ready to feel the caress of the waves. This apparent neutrality of the landscape (it was just the same over the years and over the centuries) and the amiable atmosphere contrast with the inner current under the surface. Hay mar de fondo. No swimming allow. Red flag on the beach.
Laying on the sand I try to read a paper. The headline depict a panorama of wars and quarrels contrasting with the atmosphere of pleasantness confronting me. Bush has don it again. Here we are in a situation that is much the like that the crisis of Yugoslavia 15 years ago and gave leeway to the independence of Kosovo and a complicated situation where genocides were rampant.
Of course, at this juncture, there is a double standard. You are a bunch of warmonger. Why do you snatch our tranquility? Nato went in, reportedly to defend the alienated rights of the minorities of Kosovares Muslim, against the Serbs Christians of Eastern Orthodox confession. nobody talked of the crimes and atrocities perpetrated by the Albanians. Paradoxically, being Saracens, the goodies of this Western to the Germans, to the French, to the Italians, to the British.
Now Russia has acted in the legitimate defense of the lives, households and possessions of the Osetians of Russian extraction who had been attacked by the Georgian and their towns and villages bombed by planes of Georgian flag. A whole undercover operation pursued by the Yanks. They have used as a Quisling by their own standards and to service their strategic interests the Georgian president, a certain Zakackersvilli. The resemblance of this individual with Stalin’s surname, who was by the way a Georgian, born and bred in the town of Gori, also the resemblance is by his insolence and cunning. This guy acts as the perfect Mafioso, entering the gang of the big gangsters: Bush and his cronies ( Zarkossy, le petit juif, Angela Merkel the German Chancellor who talks with frenillo, since her vowels come as muzzled up, and Dona Gondolezza-esa) has done it again. Tiflis hits Osetia and Moscow replies back repelling the aggression. then Tiflis calls Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam threats. These are tactics used by the big cons of Mafia.
Russia alleged that its intervention took place on the frame of guarantee human rights pf a minority abused by the thugs of Zackervilli. The Westerners refused such explanation. that is what they called double talk, double standards. And not only that the Pentagon, adding wound to the injury, uses another trump card to tighten the strategic circle against Moscow setting up in Poland a dozen of war head nuclear launchers. Warsaw, after Wojtyla, with his indecent form of nationalistic Catholicism is another Quisling the American hold neigh to the Russian Border. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. back to square one. We are again hearing the language of Cold War.
That s why we say August is a beautiful month but dangerous. In August we remember Sarajevo. The II W.W exploded in its last day in 1939. And in the 6rh and 8th the nuclear attacks against two innocent cities like Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The Yanks are specialists in terror bur they are clever enough to blame the others for the genocides they commit. George Bush, bullying the Russians, acts dangerous. he is not a very good fellow. at this rate his name shall be written below those of Nero, Caligula, Herodes, Nabucadonosur and other hideous tyrants. And that is how his name will go down in history. And the worst: he justifies his atrocities to be done on the name of Democracy.
Today many people who were swimming enjoying the mild waves and the freshness of northern midsummer were in an attitude of getting away from all that. A man was reading a Sport daily. His beautiful and young wife and his daughter adolescent shared his lie down on the arena. No Politics please we are Spaniards. The papers and the newsreels are quite alarmist. A hot Autumn ahead. There is not a sensation of panic but a feeling of surrender. I felt among this platitude the odd man out. Perhaps because I think too much and there is no room for ideals this day and age. But in the Caucasus there’s is a war and that war could mean that trouble is looming. That region keeps certain notion of apocalypses. It reminds us of Noe´s Ark who landed by Mount Ararat. And it was the center from which irradiated Christianity. There is also a petrol pipe line. To cut it shall signify to strangle the prosperous Russian economy. Moscow has reacted with exigency and quick. Georgia is not Kosovo. For the moment Russia won the battle in the battlefield. His diplomatic maneuvers led also president Mevdeved to a moral victory but if I were him I should not trust the Americans. Bush is clumsy, and tricky and also a warmonger. A real threat to peace in the world. That red flag in the beach sent alarm signals of preoccupation. We live a life of hidden violence that you don’t see. But there are very destructive currents coming from underneath. It was a wise advice today. No swimming. You can be drowned by the tow of the surf. The world is in a quagmire. Even the Pope Benedicts published a biased declaration against the Russian siding up with Merkle and Bush. He did not condemned but condoned the previous aggression by Georgians to the Russian Osetians. What can you expect, though? The Pope is a German.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
August could be the cruellest month of the year, being the crudest April, according to T. S. Elliot. However, there is not more pleasant time in this part of the world than the month dedicated by the Romans to the Sun [Solis invictus] and we belong to an heliocentric culture. Time to ripe and to reap. On apple and peach trees mature; nuts are ready for harvest. The heat of the summer has reached its algid point. Grass is less green and cuts better, light is declining and there are shorter days. Views of the meadows behind our bungallow extended a luxurious Asturian green. Apples are not doing bad this season, considering the heavy heil we had by the end of May, and also peaches but plums gave nothing.
The feast of the Assumption, in the West, or the Celestial Sleep to Heavens (Durmition, Yspeñie) precedes Saint Austins Day. Nature always rules and goes uncomittal of our worries and grudges Usually, over here, middle of the Cantabric Ocean, we have the big tides, called by the sailing people the Swells of San Agustín.
Spanish cities empty themselves, every body going to the sea side, not so many, though, this 2008, wirh the crisis, the crumbling of the industry of the birck, the dole cue getting bigger and bigger and half of the subsaharian youth arriving at Canaries, uninvited.
In spite of that, Madrid closes for holidays amd there is an air of uncorcerned broadmindness. July and June could be tough but in August, relax. Forget the adrenaline. The beach of San Pedro is also beautiful in this radiant Thursday with blowing northeastern wind. The high cliffs covered with blushes and its vegetation of thicket seem, seem to precipitate over the yellow sands, their rocks ready to feel the caress of the waves. This apparent neutrality of the landscape (it was just the same over the years and over the centuries) and the amiable atmosphere contrast with the inner current under the surface. Hay mar de fondo. No swimming allow. Red flag on the beach.
Laying on the sand I try to read a paper. The headline depict a panorama of wars and quarrels contrasting with the atmosphere of pleasantness confronting me. Bush has don it again. Here we are in a situation that is much the like that the crisis of Yugoslavia 15 years ago and gave leeway to the independence of Kosovo and a complicated situation where genocides were rampant.
Of course, at this juncture, there is a double standard. You are a bunch of warmonger. Why do you snatch our tranquility? Nato went in, reportedly to defend the alienated rights of the minorities of Kosovares Muslim, against the Serbs Christians of Eastern Orthodox confession. nobody talked of the crimes and atrocities perpetrated by the Albanians. Paradoxically, being Saracens, the goodies of this Western to the Germans, to the French, to the Italians, to the British.
Now Russia has acted in the legitimate defense of the lives, households and possessions of the Osetians of Russian extraction who had been attacked by the Georgian and their towns and villages bombed by planes of Georgian flag. A whole undercover operation pursued by the Yanks. They have used as a Quisling by their own standards and to service their strategic interests the Georgian president, a certain Zakackersvilli. The resemblance of this individual with Stalin’s surname, who was by the way a Georgian, born and bred in the town of Gori, also the resemblance is by his insolence and cunning. This guy acts as the perfect Mafioso, entering the gang of the big gangsters: Bush and his cronies ( Zarkossy, le petit juif, Angela Merkel the German Chancellor who talks with frenillo, since her vowels come as muzzled up, and Dona Gondolezza-esa) has done it again. Tiflis hits Osetia and Moscow replies back repelling the aggression. then Tiflis calls Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam threats. These are tactics used by the big cons of Mafia.
Russia alleged that its intervention took place on the frame of guarantee human rights pf a minority abused by the thugs of Zackervilli. The Westerners refused such explanation. that is what they called double talk, double standards. And not only that the Pentagon, adding wound to the injury, uses another trump card to tighten the strategic circle against Moscow setting up in Poland a dozen of war head nuclear launchers. Warsaw, after Wojtyla, with his indecent form of nationalistic Catholicism is another Quisling the American hold neigh to the Russian Border. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. back to square one. We are again hearing the language of Cold War.
That s why we say August is a beautiful month but dangerous. In August we remember Sarajevo. The II W.W exploded in its last day in 1939. And in the 6rh and 8th the nuclear attacks against two innocent cities like Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The Yanks are specialists in terror bur they are clever enough to blame the others for the genocides they commit. George Bush, bullying the Russians, acts dangerous. he is not a very good fellow. at this rate his name shall be written below those of Nero, Caligula, Herodes, Nabucadonosur and other hideous tyrants. And that is how his name will go down in history. And the worst: he justifies his atrocities to be done on the name of Democracy.
Today many people who were swimming enjoying the mild waves and the freshness of northern midsummer were in an attitude of getting away from all that. A man was reading a Sport daily. His beautiful and young wife and his daughter adolescent shared his lie down on the arena. No Politics please we are Spaniards. The papers and the newsreels are quite alarmist. A hot Autumn ahead. There is not a sensation of panic but a feeling of surrender. I felt among this platitude the odd man out. Perhaps because I think too much and there is no room for ideals this day and age. But in the Caucasus there’s is a war and that war could mean that trouble is looming. That region keeps certain notion of apocalypses. It reminds us of Noe´s Ark who landed by Mount Ararat. And it was the center from which irradiated Christianity. There is also a petrol pipe line. To cut it shall signify to strangle the prosperous Russian economy. Moscow has reacted with exigency and quick. Georgia is not Kosovo. For the moment Russia won the battle in the battlefield. His diplomatic maneuvers led also president Mevdeved to a moral victory but if I were him I should not trust the Americans. Bush is clumsy, and tricky and also a warmonger. A real threat to peace in the world. That red flag in the beach sent alarm signals of preoccupation. We live a life of hidden violence that you don’t see. But there are very destructive currents coming from underneath. It was a wise advice today. No swimming. You can be drowned by the tow of the surf. The world is in a quagmire. Even the Pope Benedicts published a biased declaration against the Russian siding up with Merkle and Bush. He did not condemned but condoned the previous aggression by Georgians to the Russian Osetians. What can you expect, though? The Pope is a German.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
HECHOS UNOS MOZOS DE 69 AÑOS
este blog defiende la unidad de España y a su cultura
EXCELENTE AGAPE. AMENIZADO POR LA MUSICA DE UN RABEL. ESTAMOS HECHOS UNOS MOZOS
EXCELENTE AGAPE. AMENIZADO POR LA MUSICA DE UN RABEL. ESTAMOS HECHOS UNOS MOZOS
MALESTAR DE LOS CURAS POR LOS CAMBIOS EN LA DIOCESIS. PESE A TODO, NUESTRA REUNIÓN FUE ENTRAÑABLE Y MARAVIOLLOSA
carta abierta al obispo de Segovia, don Ángel Rubio
Estimado Sr. Obispo:
Un año más los de la promoción del 55 nos hemos reunido a los pies de la Virgen de la Fuencisla a cantar el himno. Gracias a su benevolencia-nosotros seguimos amando a la diócesis de San Geroteo y precisamente el nombre de Fuencisla, según he podido entender a través de mis estudios históricos no procede de Fuente de la Isla sino de "Fons Xisla, ya que Xisla fue uno de los primeros pastores de esa iglesia en remotos tiempos visigóticos y antecesor en la cátedra donde Su Ilustrísima dirige a la iglesia segoviana- y a los buenos oficios de Eliseo y de Jaime Olmos.
Fue una reunión fraternal. Después de cantar el himno fuimos a uno de los mejores mesones de nuestra capital, el restaurante que regenta Isaac Martín Herranz, que también pertenece a nuestro curso. Todos, sin faltar uno, afirmamos y sostenemos que aquellos benditos años de seminario fueron los más importantes de nuestras vidas, a la sombra de la Torre Aceitera cuyo perfil empinado nos protege y nos vigila.
Me tomo la licencia, pecador de mí, de expresarle mi agradecimiento por los que la Iglesia de Segovia hizo por nosotros. Aquellos operarios diocesanos (don Julián García Hernando, don Pedro Recio, José Pedro Carrero, Marciano Monroy, José María Díez el que era hasta hace poco deán compostelano) nos dieron lo mejor que tenían y sabían, sin pasar por alto aquel gran cuadro de profesores don Valeriano Pastor, don José del Moral, don Felipe, don Fausto etc. Pero en la reunión de este año alguno de los presbíteros no acudió a la cita. No quiero citar nombres pero a algunos el reajuste y los cambios de parroquia que ha tenido a bien decretar Su Ilustrísima les han ocasionado alguna zozobra.
Ya somos casi septuagenarios. Ellos han servido con celo y buena disposición a la Iglesia.
Pero tienen deudos y familia a los que marchar a otro lugar puede causar trastornos.
No quisiera entrar en sus dignísimas competencias episcopales. Episkopos en griego significa el que gobierna, el que mira y es una dignidad que les viene investida desde los Apóstoles.
Sin embargo, hágase cargo de la parte humana. Algunos como el capellán de la Fuencisla don Serafín Merino lo está pasando mal pues me llegaron rumores de que ha sido víctima de calumnias y en el terrible sacrilegio que uno deslamado perpetró sobre la imagen de Nuestra Señora de la Fuencisla él no tuvo responsabilidad alguna, dice que no fue robo sino un atentado para escarnio de la devoción que tenemos todos los segovianos hacia nuestra patrona.
Otro asunto que está causando inquietud entre nuestro sufrido clero diocesano es el de los "sacerdotes inmigrantes". Algunos, no todos, por supuesto, no consiguieron adaptarse al rancio espíritu de nuestra iglesia.
Comprendo perfectamente su preocupación, señor obispo por la carestía de vocaciones en una de las diócesis que dio para la gloria de la Iglesia una leva enorme de sacerdotes.
Sin ellos no habrá sacramentos, las iglesias y conventos se quedan vacios y la ruina amenaza a la gran fabrica eclesial.
Acepto sin embargo la voluntad de Dios pero en mi libro "Seminario Vacío" lanzo una posible solución: la ordenación de curas casados sin que ello sea impedimento contra la norma del celibato que la iglesia latina cultivó como un don sagrado aunque se trate de un canon, de un mera disposición de disciplina eclesiástica que se incoa después de Trento, que nada tiene que ver con el dogma, pero que tantos quebraderos de cabeza os ha causado a muchos obispos a lo largo de la historia. Sería una fórmula de acercamiento al pueblo que involucre la "desclericación" y la "laización", ordenando a varones piadosos, de vida recta y, a ser posible, instruidos, sabios con una buena preparación humana, litúrgica y teológica. El sacerdocio es un ministerio pero también es un oficio.
Ignoro si con esta propuesta me inmiscuyo ,con atrevimiento e insolencia por mi parte, en algo que no es de mi competencia pero quede ahí la idea.
Estoy seguro, don Ángel Rubio, que hará todo lo que esté de su mano para consolar a aquellos presbíteros perjudicados por el "reshuffle" que ellos acatarán con la obediencia y humildad que sienten hacia su obispo.
Yo se lo ruego en nombre de la caridad y le hago llegar mi preocupación y me tomo la licencia de publicar esta misiva Internet . Es la caridad, el espíritu de obediencia el que me impulsa porque prójimo viene de "proximus" el allegado, el vecino y con frecuencia estamos cayendo en ese papanatismo altruista "buenismo" o "panfilia" de ir a buscarlo a las chimbambas.
Es lo más fácil, lo otro mucho más difícil.
La caridad y el perdón empieza por aquellos que están cercano y viven a nuestro lado con sus virtudes y defectos.
¿No estaremos cayendo en una aberración?
Me tomo la libertad de escribirle y espero que no me tome a mal pues admiro su gestión pastoral en tiempos tan difíciles.
En el seminario nos enseñaron a amar a la Iglesia y seguirnos amándola precisamente porque como en toda sociedad humana hay cosas que no nos complacen.
Beso su anillo pastoral y le deseo salud y todo tipo de gracias con la iluminación del Espíritu Santo. Quede con Dios.
Antonio Parra ex seminarista
MALESTAR ENTRE EL CLERO SEGOVIANO
este blog defiende la unidad de España y a su cultura
carta abierta al obispo de Segovia, don Ángel Rubio
Estimado Sr. Obispo:
Un año más los de la promoción del 55 nos hemos reunido a los pies de la Virgen de la Fuencisla a cantar el himno. Gracias a su benevolencia-nosotros seguimos amando a la diócesis de San Geroteo y precisamente el nombre de Fuencisla, según he podido entender a través de mis estudios históricos no procede de Fuente de la Isla sino de "Fons Xisla, ya que Xisla fue uno de los primeros pastores de esa iglesia en remotos tiempos visigóticos y antecesor en la cátedra donde Su Ilustrísima dirige a la iglesia segoviana- y a los buenos oficios de Eliseo y de Jaime Olmos.
Fue una reunión fraternal. Después de cantar el himno fuimos a uno de los mejores mesones de nuestra capital, el restaurante que regenta Isaac Martín Herranz, que también pertenece a nuestro curso. Todos, sin faltar uno, afirmamos y sostenemos que aquellos benditos años de seminario fueron los más importantes de nuestras vidas, a la sombra de la Torre Aceitera cuyo perfil empinado nos protege y nos vigila.
Me tomo la licencia, pecador de mí, de expresarle mi agradecimiento por los que la Iglesia de Segovia hizo por nosotros. Aquellos operarios diocesanos (don Julián García Hernando, don Pedro Recio, José Pedro Carrero, Marciano Monroy, José María Díez el que era hasta hace poco deán compostelano) nos dieron lo mejor que tenían y sabían, sin pasar por alto aquel gran cuadro de profesores don Valeriano Pastor, don José del Moral, don Felipe, don Fausto etc. Pero en la reunión de este año alguno de los presbíteros no acudió a la cita. No quiero citar nombres pero a algunos el reajuste y los cambios de parroquia que ha tenido a bien decretar Su Ilustrísima les han ocasionado alguna zozobra.
Ya somos casi septuagenarios. Ellos han servido con celo y buena disposición a la Iglesia.
Pero tienen deudos y familia a los que marchar a otro lugar puede causar trastornos.
No quisiera entrar en sus dignísimas competencias episcopales. Episkopos en griego significa el que gobierna, el que mira y es una dignidad que les viene investida desde los Apóstoles.
Sin embargo, hágase cargo de la parte humana. Algunos como el capellán de la Fuencisla don Serafín Merino lo está pasando mal pues me llegaron rumores de que ha sido víctima de calumnias y en el terrible sacrilegio que uno deslamado perpetró sobre la imagen de Nuestra Señora de la Fuencisla él no tuvo responsabilidad alguna, dice que no fue robo sino un atentado para escarnio de la devoción que tenemos todos los segovianos hacia nuestra patrona.
Otro asunto que está causando inquietud entre nuestro sufrido clero diocesano es el de los "sacerdotes inmigrantes". Algunos, no todos, por supuesto, no consiguieron adaptarse al rancio espíritu de nuestra iglesia.
Comprendo perfectamente su preocupación, señor obispo por la carestía de vocaciones en una de las diócesis que dio para la gloria de la Iglesia una leva enorme de sacerdotes.
Sin ellos no habrá sacramentos, las iglesias y conventos se quedan vacios y la ruina amenaza a la gran fabrica eclesial.
Acepto sin embargo la voluntad de Dios pero en mi libro "Seminario Vacío" lanzo una posible solución: la ordenación de curas casados sin que ello sea impedimento contra la norma del celibato que la iglesia latina cultivó como un don sagrado aunque se trate de un canon, de un mera disposición de disciplina eclesiástica que se incoa después de Trento, que nada tiene que ver con el dogma, pero que tantos quebraderos de cabeza os ha causado a muchos obispos a lo largo de la historia. Sería una fórmula de acercamiento al pueblo que involucre la "desclericación" y la "laización", ordenando a varones piadosos, de vida recta y, a ser posible, instruidos, sabios con una buena preparación humana, litúrgica y teológica. El sacerdocio es un ministerio pero también es un oficio.
Ignoro si con esta propuesta me inmiscuyo ,con atrevimiento e insolencia por mi parte, en algo que no es de mi competencia pero quede ahí la idea.
Estoy seguro, don Ángel Rubio, que hará todo lo que esté de su mano para consolar a aquellos presbíteros perjudicados por el "reshuffle" que ellos acatarán con la obediencia y humildad que sienten hacia su obispo.
Yo se lo ruego en nombre de la caridad y le hago llegar mi preocupación y me tomo la licencia de publicar esta misiva Internet . Es la caridad, el espíritu de obediencia el que me impulsa porque prójimo viene de "proximus" el allegado, el vecino y con frecuencia estamos cayendo en ese papanatismo altruista "buenismo" o "panfilia" de ir a buscarlo a las chimbambas.
Es lo más fácil, lo otro mucho más difícil.
La caridad y el perdón empieza por aquellos que están cercano y viven a nuestro lado con sus virtudes y defectos.
¿No estaremos cayendo en una aberración?
Me tomo la libertad de escribirle y espero que no me tome a mal pues admiro su gestión pastoral en tiempos tan difíciles.
En el seminario nos enseñaron a amar a la Iglesia y seguirnos amándola precisamente porque como en toda sociedad humana hay cosas que no nos complacen.
Beso su anillo pastoral y le deseo salud y todo tipo de gracias con la iluminación del Espíritu Santo. Quede con Dios.
Antonio Parra ex seminarista
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