Alberto Flamini

A San Francisco de Sales

Francisco de Sales, quien a su prima le encanto, y direccion espiritual le pidio

Pues tanto la quiso, que para aprender le enseño, de los santos y un poco mas de Dios

De Maria Jesus, San Jose le hablo, a seguir una vida en castidad y amor

Quien sabe que la llevo a hacer, con estas cartas que le escribio, pero un Jesuita le hablo

Publiquelas, le dijo, y sin pensarlo mas, opinar o esperar, todo esto lo escribio

Que nos inspiren el, Francisco y los santos en perseverar en la fé y en la oracion!

Jan. 27/ 2025

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Al Beato Carlo Acutis

Es esto todo un mentira, de otras realidades? O de una realidad virtual? O del AI? Sera un sueño de un un niño, que podria ser hecho verdad?

Es la luz que lo ilumina, al Dios expuesto, eterno sacramento, celestial... es el espíritu divino, la guía que hoy nos va a encaminar.

Un futuro Padre, santo el Señor por quien hay quien hay que rezar, orar y alabar... una morada en el cielo le vamos a preparar, para que todos podremos ir a disfrutar.

Vision Beatifica, Enero 21/2025.

Father Rother, who did not leave your flock alone, in Guatemala, and flew from Oklahoma to take care of your brothers, your sisters and your spiritual family.

Father Rother, who would rather not stay in calm and looked for God in seminary over again, after being denied, over again...

O brother Rother! Blessed Stanley Rother, who left a cup overflowing of love, divinity and joy over, for us to savor, talk about you and bother, those you need, or feel the need to tell, like to we to do sometimes, to your brothers, our sisters, our father and mothers! Oh brother!

Happy feast day of Bl. Stanley Francis Rother, pray for us! 🙏🏻🔥

Christ is a lion, roaring and radiant, blazes like a fire among bees, casts out the darkness, illumines the sunrise, drives the wicked to the knees.

Christ is a lamb, patient and waiting, before the shears of the ross, his blood will cleanse us, shrive us and heal us, bring back those who are lost.

Christ is a teacher, a brother and savior, shows us the way back home, through trial and turmoil, injustice and sorrow, we need not to bear it alone.

Jesus, bids us shine with a clean pure light, like a candle burning in the night.
Jesus, bids us rise above sorrow and strife, rise to be subsumed by the uncreated light.

Fr. Robert Vallee, inspired on Alberto Flamini, inspired on Fr. Paul Pierce.

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I have used the word "brother" extensively through the years...

The brotheiur is the Hawaiian brother/iur. Alludes to the Hawaiian way of talking, and names of the island that are similar. Hawaii, Haleiwa, and so on...

The brothersiour, maybe my favorite, is just the Sire, or Sr. but always a very firm and strong brother.

The brahhh! Is just California, or as far as I know, or go about it. Could be Australian too, or from there.

The brotha! Is just Australian for me, thats just more fitting.

The brossef, theres always a brossef... 🤠

I suppose you could do the same/apply for the sisters or sister.

These confessions are expressions.

These confessions through time and phases, leave an impression, impressions...

These, are equal in time, these confessions, and in part, not perfect, they make me, they make art.

These phases over time leave us with graces, these are just but rooms, not mazes, or caves, they have wallsn decoarted, with art, that graciously graces the people that in this dialogues, take part.

An expression, a confession, a grace received, through absolution, that leads to a conclusion, takes time. To elaborate and the bad disseminate, ger rid of, and part.

Well, try again, and take part, life is seen and heard, though art. This will keep going, there is no stop or even war, only the bad and evil we must discard. The intention is good, must be...

If not, then, disregard, for St. Augustine is the master in this art.

🙏🏻🔥

"If I speak in the tongues a of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

From the 1st Letter of St. Paul to the Corinthians, 13.

Happy St. Valentines Day to all!

Made this transition, I think it was obvious, she says its a home run! What do you think? Enjoy... Lol.

DontSayAWordWildOnes Just a nice transition that I made with two songs that had too much similarity in my mind. Both for some reason had to be mixed when I heard this. I hope you hear something too.

Oddly satisfyingly.

I taught lessons on how to keep a beat, don't skip, keep. Sold clothing at the Old Navy, but now I deliver tea.

Made deliveries, made deliveries, of tea. This is oddly satisfying me. Oddly satisfyingly.

I know all of this this can help me, help you, help me! I hope the smile keeps you on, keeps you happy and free.

Made deliveries, made deliveries, of tea. This is oddly satisfying me. Oddly satisfyingly.

The smile on her face.. the joy! They screamed! Can't you tell!? Can't you tell!? The energy it is not a spell! I can tell, it is not a spell!

Made deliveries, made deliveries, of tea. This is oddly satisfying me. Oddly satisfyingly.

Who are you? (Inspiration) Pt.2

A las 8 de la noche, todos los caballeros, un rosario, se van a rezar. Después van a su casa, y se acuestan sin tomar. Sin tomar alcohol alguno, pero agua nada mas, y se comen algo mas...

A las 4 de la madrugada, todos los caballeros están listos, para salir a cabalgar, y el día tomar, por las riendas con las manos, así mismo como los caballos, que van a montar...

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Who Are You (Mono) Listen to Who Are You (Mono) by The Original Jones on

If 100% of the people would agree with what I say, here in this page, I would be surprised.

If 100% of the people would follow me, all whom I invite to this page, I would be surprised.

If 100% of the people would actually react the same way, hit the same button in every post that I make here. I would be surprised.

We are all different, and we have personalities, all are unique. 🔥

Greg Noll "The Bull"

Greg Noll was "The Bull", he surfed every big wave he wanted, in good spirit, in high spirits.

Greg Noll was "The Bull", he rode a gun, many guns, and so was fast, intense, like a bull.

Greg Noll was a natural, an adrenaline-seeker, "The Bull", the Red Bull, the big waves.

No more seeker, no more, enjoyed an intense powerful life, now your turn, seeker.

R.I.P. Greg Noll A.K.A. The Bull 1837-2021 - Enjoy the journey.