Dear Pat,
I prefer to think you have been forced to write that words, however you did.
I do not wonder about, Jesus loved the people and was crucified, what could I wait for myself, I, a little bit of powder?
I will read again and after again for understanding what you wrote, it is a pity for you, for me...for those who should have save their life from ruins.

I wrote you to be a professor in a my last post,here in EPF.
Remember, I'm a loyal man, I have always my Angels fighting close to me against demons.
You'll see, the "people" who forced or pay you for putting me out stage, from this moment, will have so many troubles to regretting to having done it. This is not a curse, I could not do it, it is an ascertainment I saw always in my life.

If anyone will read this message, had me knowing if have yet to spend my time in prediction, now I know all the great sadness when He from Cross look at those poor people who thought to have killed Him.

The following is the message in which I told to you to be a professor with a qualification.I had it in 1975).
Many people get own degree studyng five years
from the hands of other men, I have studied the earth' matter for twenty years, I'm proud to have got my degree from the Hands of the Father of Who could work garrisons also without human degree.
Ciao, little rose of may.

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Name: Antonio Romino
E-Mail: renato_jr@libero.it
Subject: " A little bit "- For Pat
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Hello Pat
I'll try to do good ude of your indications, it may be I'll get anything, but I doubt, because, in the last for a reason or another, adducing banal pretextes, seismologist or national managers in the field, to give me the list always avoided. Perhaps, now the times are matured.

To speak about me it'll be a pleasure, I'm transparent like the spring water, I believe to be a loyal and honest man that lives to the sun's light with delights and pains without hypocrisy.
Some year of scientific liceum (a distinct endowment for mathematic) after artistic liceum (the art has omnipresent been in my life), some years to Academy of Fine Arts, a little bit of Architetture, a teaching diploma of artistic education (here the professor). But as soon as possible I devoted myself to painting completely. The start was blazing: I sold much more I produced. But I was dissatisfied. My pictures liked, with my intuition I have always of a decade artistic trend anticipated, but for myself anything not going to. The pictures were very fine but without soul! I have understand it, facing the vicissitudes of my life. Today, my pictures are no more imagines of cover, but rapresenting the profound subject of a book in which, day after day, I put other pages and, though the colours, the lines, the materials I transmitt a light and a seraphic calm that passes over the sensual limits and increases the faith in God, who, in His grandness, has been magnanimous to me, giving the certainly of His presence already in this my earthly life. The presence of His Angels near to me is uninterrupted, they guide me, they help me spritually and materially. I live the daily without to be proccuped about future time, I should have great reason to doing it. I live in a city that is short of money, where for going on, the people need to do width with force of elbows. I have seven wonderful sons, I adore them, all they are studing and in the while.....they eat.....and how!
If I should compare myself to a caracter, I would say: Donald Duck, but in a direct confrontation, about creditors, I would win surely. By the by, I profit by argument, playfully, to informing you that an eventual blackout in our post, surely, it has due to any electrical or telephonic bill not yet paid. This kind of eveniences is normal for me (it may be I am in the guinnes-book in remaining without light or telephone, etc.), but I smile love that, it is just the pretext I give to my Angels to showing themselves and I feel so much tenderness for people doing this king of daily ephemeral preoccupations impassable mountains. Without doubt, my way to interpreting life it is not usual, however, this philosophy, of the "to be" and not of the "to appear", gives fruits that arouse astonishment and admiration in which myself sorrounding.

"CHE FATICA!" (What a labour!)

to early Ciao Antonio

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