#salette

[postcard-from-the-past]

Notre-Dame de la Salette pilgrimage site in the Dauphiné region of France

French vintage postcard

[cheerfullycatholic]

Ladies and gentlemen,

Her

[yarkut]

[sporkazoid]

day five, no gemstones . getting anxious

[antronaut]

Women in Concrete Poetry: 1959-1979

Artists and writers include Lenora de Barros, Ana Bella Geiger, and Mira Schendel from Brazil; Mirella Bentivoglio, Tomaso Binga, Liliana Landi, Anna Oberto, and Giovanna Sandri from Italy; Amanda Berenguer from Uruguay; Suzanne Bernard and Ilse Garnier from France; Blanca Calparsoro from Spain; Paula Claire and Jennifer Pike from the UK; Betty Danon from Turkey; Mirtha Dermisache from Argentina; Bohumila Grögerová from the Czech Republic; Ana Hatherly and Salette Tavares from Portugal; Madeline Gins, Mary Ellen Solt, Susan Howe, Liliane Lijn, and Rosmarie Waldrop from the US; Irma Blank and Ruth Wolf-Rehfeldt from Germany; Chima Sunada from Japan; and Katalin Ladik and Bogdanka Poznanović from the former Yugoslavia Edited by Alex Balgiu and Mónica de la Torre

[myremnantarmy]

"𝘐𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰��𝘦𝘺, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘐𝘧 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨."

[faggotfungus]

Our Lady of La Salette

[sentiers-verts]

Autour de Mauriac

[bylagunabay]

Prophecy for the End Time

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 …

“𝐈𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!"

On Saturday, September 19, 1846, a “Beautiful Lady” appeared to two children, both from Corps, in the French Alps: Maximin Giraud, eleven years old, and Melanie Calvat, almost fifteen, who were watching their herds on the slope of Mont Planeau (alt. approx. 1,828 m), not far from the village of La Salette. In a little hollow, they suddenly noticed a globe of fire – “as though the sun had fallen on that spot.” Within the dazzling light they gradually perceived a woman, seated, her elbows resting on her knees and her face buried in her hands.

The Beautiful Lady rose, and said to the children, in French: “Come closer, my children; don’t be afraid. I am here to tell you great news.”

She took a few steps towards them. Maximin and Melanie, reassured, ran down to her and stood very close to her.

“The Beautiful Lady wept all the time she spoke. She was tall, and everything about her radiated light. She wore the typical garb of the women of the area: a long dress, an apron around her waist, a shawl crossed over her breast and tied behind her back, and a close-fitting bonnet. Along the hem of her shawl she wore a broad, flat chain, and from a smaller chain around her neck there hung a large crucifix. Under the arms of the cross there were, to the left of the figure of Christ, a hammer, and to the right, pincers. The radiance of the entire apparition seemed to emanate from this crucifix, and shone like a brilliant crown upon the Beautiful Lady’s head. She wore garlands of roses on her head, around the edge of her shawl, and around her feet.”

The Beautiful Lady spoke to the two shepherds, first in French, in these words:

“If my people refuse to submit, I will be forced to let go the arm of my Son. It is so strong and heavy. I can no longer hold it back. How long a time have I suffered for you! If I want my son not to abandon you, I am obliged to plead with him constantly. And as for you, you pay no heed! However much you pray, however much you do, you will never be able to recompense the pains I have taken for you.

I gave you six days to work. I kept the seventh for myself, and no one will give it to me. This is what makes the arm of my Son so heavy. And then, those who drive the carts cannot swear without throwing in my Son’s name. These are the two things that make the arm of my Son so heavy.

If the harvest is ruined, it is only on account of yourselves. I warned you last year with the potatoes. You paid no heed.

Instead, when you found the potatoes spoiled, you swore, and threw in my Son’s name. They are going to continue to spoil, and by Christmas this year, there will be none left.”

[salettercisius]

my periods ruin me completely!

yesterday i went to sleep fearing i'd wake up late, because i had to go to the mass at 9am. i always wake up 2 hours early (bc im a girl), so i put alarms to 6h50 am, 6h55 am, 7 o clock, 7h05 am, 07h10 am, etc.

so i woke up at 6h50 am, and i looked at my sheets, and it had BLOOD DOTS. BLOOD. DOTS. can you believe that my periods came today just to annoy me?

it would be fine if i wasn't at my grandma's, who already had her menopause, and ofc got no pads at her place

i could just go and buy pads in the nearest pharmacy? yep, i could, if it wasn't sunday, barely at 7am. the white sheets had red dots, my white pajamas had red dots, all over the thing, and i could not stop crying, bc my periods CAME and i had NO FUCKING PADS NEAR ME.

time was passing by so i called my mother (she's outta town) to help me out, and she asked for a pad delivery to my grandma's house.

but, if you thought the thing could not get worse, the pharmacy would only bring the pads by EIGHT A FUCKING M. and i had to go to the church at 8h30am, so i started crying even harder because a girl can't get ready with blood in her everythings

so i begged my mom to stay in the call and cried hard until i decided myself to call a pad delivery too, bc it only gets too much at three.

the pharmacy was set to start the deliveries at 7h30am, but it only arrived AT 8H17. DO YOU THINK I CAN BARE THE WHOLE THING OR NAH.

i was getting MAD (not angry mad, crazy mad) and I FREAKED the whole thing out while doing my makeup because someone decided to disturb my peace within MINUTES to the mass.

and THE FUCK i HATE those fucking periods I HATE that eve mf had to eat that damn apple and LOOK AT WHAT WE GOT

and OH MY GOD i was just going to change my pad when it SUDDENLY FUCKING EXPLODED in my face and cotton flew everywhere. eve i despise you

[poesiayotrasletras]

SEBASTIANO ADDAMO | Catania (Sicilia) 1925 - 2000

A lama a mucilagem ardente / aqui a cidade branca evacuou / plásticos destruídos ...

A dedicatória a Salette Tavares encontra razão em um poema intitulado ‘O Lixo’, da coletânea Lex Icon, publicada pela Scheiwiller de Milão (Sob o Signo do Peixe de Ouro, 1997). Salette Tavares, nascida em Moçambique, viveu em Portugal desde os onze anos. Graduada em História e Filosofia, com especialização em Estética, lecionou Filosofia na França, onde ministrou um curso sobre Heidegger.…

[postcard-from-the-past]

Notre-Dame de la Salette pilgrimage site, Dauphiné region of France

French vintage postcard

[father-daniel-blog]

W imię Prawdy! C. D. 364

13 czerwca 2024 roku ciąg dalszy Tego dnia przeczytałem ciekawe treści o orędziu z La Salette: ,,(…) Zwiastun Antychrysta ze swoim wojskiem zebranym z wielu narodów będzie prowadził wojnę z prawdziwym Chrystusem, jedynym Zbawicielem świata. Przeleje on wiele krwi i będzie chciał unicestwić kult Boga, aby sam został uznany bogiem. W Ziemię uderzą wszelkiego rodzaju plagi (poza zarazami i głodem,…

[livingwellnessblog]

Secrets at La Salette....