At the request of many families, and since a total solar eclipse is visible in Portugal today, here’s a special post!
This song questions whether God exists on Earth, and according to the lyrics, that possibility points to any one of us! And I ask you: do you think you could be that person—God?
I ask you: do you think that your actions—which make up the sum total of your life—lead to a mathematical result that is sacred? Yes, because the great Mathematician of the Universe is God! Do you think your life is lived in accordance with what God has shown us? If your answer is no—that is, if your actions aren’t carried out with the good of others and the common good in mind—then here’s another question, which is also the question Joan Osborne asks: if you were standing before an ordinary person and that person were God, what would you ask Him/Her? And remember, you can only ask one question!
Think about it for a moment: God is so wonderful and good, according to Joan, that He is capable of transforming Himself into a woman in distress or an old man in need of help, just to test our character. But assuming God were one of us, what would He be like? How do you imagine Him? As a man or a woman? What a controversial question! For me, God isn’t quite that wonderful and good, in the sense that we call Him Father—because in my life I haven’t felt that yet; I’ve only felt that He was more of a stepfather or even a tormentor! I’m not saying this lightly; I’m actually choosing my words very carefully. In the lessons He teaches me, I feel Him more like a teacher from the time of our dictatorship. You learn through violence; it’s the body that pays the price! That’s why I consider myself in God’s debt—let’s just say we have some accounts to settle!
Na minha opinião, não se nasce Deus, é preciso fazer um caminho, um caminho duro, que nos pode conduzir muitas vezes ao limite das nossas capacidades, à loucura, pois o "acordar" não é para todos, exige uma transformação que só o sofrimento permite, uma robustez de carácter e uma defesa das nossas convicções que vai muito para além das nossas forças. Somos testados e tentados das mais diversas formas, cruéis até, suportamos humilhações que mais ninguém suportaria. E para haver esse "acordar" a nossa vida, o que nos acontece, é sempre de uma forma muito mais intensa que no comum dos mortais, para que dessa forma - muitas vezes injusta e cruel - possamos aprender a ler o mundo, a compreender porque se morre e como se morre, porque se tem certas doenças e não outras. É isso, aprende-se a LER a vida. Eu diria que é um tesouro que nos coloca nas mãos, mas ao mesmo tempo uma maldição que nos leva ao isolamento e solidão! E, são anos e anos disto, não são 40 dias! Quanto à sua fisionomia, na minha opinião, acho que ele tem um traço fisinómico distinto, mas não vou dizer qual, estudassem! De resto seria uma pessoa normal que não se destacaria das demais pessoas. Seria talvez a menos provável!
In my opinion, one is not born a god; one must forge a path—a difficult path—that can often push us to the limits of our abilities, even to the brink of madness, for “awakening” is not for everyone. It demands a transformation that only suffering can bring about, a strength of character, and a defense of our convictions that goes far beyond our own strength. We are tested and tempted in the most diverse ways, even cruel ones; we endure humiliations that no one else could bear. And for this “awakening” to occur, our lives—what happens to us—are always far more intense than those of ordinary mortals, so that through this—often unjust and cruel—process we may learn to read the world, to understand why people die and how they die, why they suffer from certain illnesses and not others. That’s it—you learn to READ life. I’d say it’s a treasure placed in our hands, but at the same time a curse that leads us to isolation and loneliness! And it’s years and years of this—not just 40 days! As for his appearance, in my opinion, I think he has a distinctive physical feature, but I won’t say which one—you’ll have to study! Otherwise, he would be a normal person who wouldn’t stand out from the crowd. He would perhaps be the least likely!
One thing is certain: I am not God, and even if I had that opportunity, I would never accept it! Why? The world is so ungovernable—filled with so much evil, hatred, and barbarism—that I would never wish such a thing upon myself! Perhaps that is why so many cruel wars and extreme weather events are happening—perhaps God is calling us to our senses, urging us to stop and think about what kind of world we want to leave for future generations! A just and compassionate world, or a world of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! As long as selfishness persists, we will be battered by more storms! And I'm not just talking about the weather!
Eu vou ser o mais sincera possível, eu não acho que Deus seja tão maravilhoso e bom como a Joan canta e como já o disse. Eu estou em "guerra" com Ele há muitos anos, porque ele tem uma missão para mim que eu não aceito, portanto tenho sofrido muito, mas lá está, estou a defender as minhas convicções até ao limite das minhas forças e nada me fará mudar de ideias. Talvez esteja a ser tentada, que estou, mas a minha convicção é forte e estou disposta a morrer para a defender. Podem achar que estou louca, mas não, sei muito bem o que Ele quer de mim e eu sei muito bem o que não quero para mim. Estou em guerra com dois mundos, o terreno e o divino, mas ninguém compreende o que digo, pois racionalmente esta conversa não faz sentido, eu sei, também já pensei assim, até Deus me ter provado a sua existência com inúmeras situações impossíveis - ditas milagres - de acontecer. Voltando ao ínicio, Deus tem sido injusto comigo e duro. Muito duro. Não Lhe invejo a sua posição, mas nunca a desejaria, pois governar este mundo é governar uma nogeira que me dá vómitos, não sei como Ele aguenta! Talvez se queira reformar!
I’m going to be as honest as possible: I don’t think God is as wonderful and good as Joan sings about and as I’ve said before. I’ve been at “war” with Him for many years, because He has a mission for me that I don’t accept, so I’ve suffered a lot, but there you have it—I’m defending my convictions to the very limits of my strength, and nothing will make me change my mind. Maybe I’m being tempted—and I am—but my conviction is strong, and I’m willing to die to defend it. You might think I’m crazy, but no, I know very well what He wants from me, and I know very well what I don’t want for myself. I am at war with two worlds, the earthly and the divine, but no one understands what I say, for rationally this conversation makes no sense; I know, I used to think that way too, until God proved His existence to me through countless situations that were impossible—so-called miracles—to happen. Going back to the beginning, God has been unfair to me and harsh. Very harsh. I don’t envy His position, but I would never want it, because ruling this world is like ruling a world that makes me want to vomit—I don’t know how He puts up with it! Maybe He wants to retire!
I’m not expecting any phone calls either, much less one from the Pope—I wouldn’t even answer his call. I have my reasons, and they’re very strong! I will never forget, much less forgive, what they did to me. No promise can erase what I’ve lived through and suffered. None. And besides, I have God’s promises—so why would I care about earthly promises! It would even make me laugh if it weren’t so tragic! But if I could ask God that question, I’d ask Him this:
- Who am I, after all?
And, feeling calm, I continue my journey by bus or on foot until I finally arrive home...
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)
Now I must explain to you what the Ides of March are. The Roman calendar was different from today’s; it was a lunar calendar. The Ides of March correspond to the 74th day of the Roman calendar; the date falls on March 15 and is an important date, both religiously and as a milestone, since it marks the deadline for settling debts. It was on March 15, 44 B.C., that Julius Caesar was assassinated in a conspiracy with 23 stab wounds. It was also in 49 B.C. that Julius Caesar took control of Rome as absolute dictator!
March 15, 44 B.C., the date Julius Caesar was assassinated—in the case of my threat, it applies to someone else: my mother! She was born on the 15th, in the year 49 of the last century. But I consider this threat to apply to me as well! So if anything bad happens to me, you can be sure it’s not a matter of chance or fate: But the most serious thing is that my mother has already suffered a sudden illness!
There is a strong desire to keep me silent—and preferably to shut down my blog. The powerful secular institutions I speak of have a great deal to lose in terms of prestige and could not withstand a national scandal. The pillars of these institutions would crumble just like this ruined city where I find myself!
Resumindo, se algo acontecer à minha pessoa, à minha mãe ou aos meus bens ficam a saber que não é obra do acaso, mas de mãos criminosas! A banda sonora deste post é, mais uma vez, uma canção dos Muse com: "Citizen Erased", pois sei que este é o desejo de muitas pessoas!
In short, if anything happens to me, my mother, or my property, know that it is not a matter of chance but the work of criminals! The soundtrack for this post is, once again, a song by Muse: “Citizen Erased,” because I know that's what a lot of people want!
"Break me in
Teach us to cheat
And to lie, and cover up
What shouldn't be shared
And the truth's unwinding"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f90AkfNsOE&list=RD3f90AkfNsOE&start_radio=1
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)
Translation: Santana, our homeland
Ambos os grupos organizados mostram-se agora alinhados e fazem desta vítima - de abuso emocional e psicológico - numa vilã que não merece respeito algum. Invertem-se os papéis, a vítima de abuso é agora a má da fita e os provocadores são as vítimas. É agora tempo de criar uma grande ilusão aos olhos de toda a comunidade, um estado ilusório paranóico. Estes 2 grupos vão agora recrutar pessoas para atacarem essa pessoa, que foi humilhada anos a fio. São recrutadas todo o tipo de pessoas, descrevem-na como mal educada, desequilibrada, doente mental. A recruta de pessoas passa por familiares e pessoas sem escrúpulos! Tudo isto é feito para ferir e provocar dor psicológica nessa pessoa. E essas pessoas aceitam fazer este jogo em troca de favores, empregos, dinheiro!
Both organized groups are now aligned and have turned this victim of emotional and psychological abuse into a villain who deserves no respect. The roles are reversed: the victim of abuse is now the bad guy, and the provocateurs are the victims. It is now time to create a grand illusion in the eyes of the entire community, an illusory state of paranoia. These two groups will now recruit people to attack this person, who has been humiliated for years. All kinds of people are recruited, describing her as rude, unbalanced, mentally ill. The recruitment of people involves family members and unscrupulous individuals! All this is done to hurt and cause psychological pain to this person. And these people agree to play this game in exchange for favors, jobs, money!
É então tempo de criar uma grande mentira sobre essa pessoa e dar o começo ao assassinato de carácter, passam a circular mentiras sobre essa pessoa, calúnias do mais baixo nível, o objectivo está declarado, destruir não só a reputação da pessoa, mas levá-la à loucura e finalmente ao suicídio! É isso mesmo que estão a ler, o objectivo deste grupo organizado é levar a pessoa a cometer SUICÍDIO!!! Mas vocês devem estar curiosos para saber quem é essa pessoa? Sou eu! E porquê, perguntam vocês!
It is then time to create a big lie about that person and begin character assassination. Lies about that person begin to circulate, slander of the lowest order. The goal is clear: to destroy not only the person's reputation, but to drive her to madness and ultimately to suicide! That's right, the goal of this organized group is to drive the person to commit SUICIDE!!! But you must be curious to know who that person is? It's me! And why, you ask!
Porque como eu resisti a todos os golpes baixos, mesmo os vindo de familiares, como não conseguiram silenciar-me e nem eu me suicidei, como nada disso aconteceu, a guerra psicolóigica continua. Isto tudo porque eu sei de um crime que foi cometido contra a minha pessoa e que envolve insituições seculares e muito poderosas de Portugal. Se este crime vier a público será um escândalo nacional. E dos grandes!! Com tudo isto mais mentiras vão circular sobre mim e mais pessoas serão recrutadas para o jogo psicológico paranóico, a grande ilusão. Querem me descompensar e atacar a minha auto-estima. Este jogo ilusório é tão preverso que tudo significa o contrário do que o que realmente é. Por exemplo, as pessoas combinam-se para me dizer que estou muito linda, parece um elogio, mas não é! Significa o contrário, significa és horrível, feia!
Because I resisted all the dirty tricks, even those coming from family members, because they failed to silence me and I didn't commit suicide, because none of that happened, the psychological warfare continues. All this because I know about a crime that was committed against me and that involves secular and very powerful institutions in Portugal. If this crime becomes public, it will be a national scandal. And a big one! With all this, more lies will circulate about me and more people will be recruited for the paranoid psychological game, the great illusion. They want to destabilize me and attack my self-esteem. This illusory game is so perverse that everything means the opposite of what it really is. For example, people agree to tell me that I am very beautiful. It seems like a compliment, but it is not! It means the opposite, it means you are horrible, ugly!
Agora imaginem milhentos destes jogos preversos e ilusórios. Tenho vergonha das gentes da minha terra, que até tem nome de uma santa - Santana, Santa+Ana - Para além disso tenho vergonha do meu país, sim, porque este jogo paranóico não saiu da cabeça destas gentes pacatas da minha terra, mas foram instruídas por essas intituições seculares, não fazia ideia que numa democracia ocidental se praticavam estes métodos tipo China! Que grande desilusão a minha! Mas os muros vão cair e, a VERDADE vai surgir. Ai vai!
Now imagine thousands of these perverse and illusory games. I am ashamed of the people of my homeland, which even has the name of a saint—Santana, Saint+Anne. Beyond that, I am ashamed of my country, yes, because this paranoid game did not come from the minds of these quiet people of my homeland, but they were instructed by these secular institutions. I had no idea that in a Western democracy, methods like those used in China were practiced! What a disillusionment for me! But the walls will come down and the TRUTH will emerge. Oh yes, it will!
SANTANA és uma vergonha, tens o nome manchado de sangue, tu testemunhas as minhas dores e razões, mas quando os muros caírem o sangue será vosso! Tal como cantam os Muse nesta canção "The City of delusion", que é a banda sonora deste post! Pensem santanenses, porquê uma vingança contra uma pessoa dura há tanto tempo? O que querem tanto esconder? O que eu sei tão grave, que uma aldeia inteira tem de participar neste atentado silencioso à minha pessoa. Pensem santanenses!
SANTANA, you are a disgrace, your name is stained with blood, you witness my pain and my reasons, but when the walls come down, the blood will be yours! As Muse sings in this song, “The City of Delusion,” which is the soundtrack to this post! Think about it, people of Santana, why seek revenge against one person for so long? What do you want to hide so badly? What do I know that is so serious that an entire village has to participate in this silent attack on me? Think about it, people of Santana!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4pDD0lwAlE&list=RDA4pDD0lwAlE&start_radio=1
Porque é que símbolos religiosos foram, inclusivamente, utilizados para me fazer guerra psicológica? Será que a Igreja Católica é uma dessas instituições envolvidas nesta crime organizado contra a minha pessoa? Pensem! Porque me perseguem desta maneira? Porque o que eu sei é muito, mas muito, grave! Não sei como conseguem dormir à noite!
Why were religious symbols even used to wage psychological warfare against me? Could the Catholic Church be one of the institutions involved in this organized crime against me? Think about it! Why are they persecuting me like this? Because what I know is very, very serious! I don't know how you guys manage to sleep at night!
Pedro Santana Lopes - Mayor of this disgrace!