The recovered proofs
"The silence. What a silence. I knew that everyone would be reduced to this when I reach the final stages of my public self exposition." (Myself. Remembering 5 years of my doc film Icarus, Contemplation and Dream).
When the restoration of the Sistine Ceiling was announced, I really liked it because I was in a process of understanding the huge amount of memories of my past life. I knew that I had left a message for my future reincarnated self in the case of a reincarnation (and I had immediately understood it) but its physical proofs were too obscured by numerous factors. So I was excited to see if the little signs that I left among the figures were still there.
The first and most important sign that I had to find was the Om symbol. I wrote it near the key parts of the paintings that compose the intimate message I had left for my future reincarnated self. I did so to avoid ambiguity in the symbolic logic among the secret sketched forms. I had in mind that would be incredibly difficult for my future self (Eurico Poggi) to believe on himself as a reincarnation of Michelangelo Buonarroti, but turned out that I was wrong. I didn’t know at that time in my italian past life I was going to deal with the emotional tragedy related to Vittoria Colonna. The trauma of her murder by the Inquisition became the final proof of my identity.
Unfortunatelly, because of the restoration, my last shadows, lights and outlines are now lost forever. Nevertheless all the key signs that I would need to prove myself to others were rescued and they can be seen sharper than ever.
Celebrating 5 years of my doc film Icarus, Contemplation and Dream:
"…for everyone to live it, for everyone to see it, for everyone to believe on it,
on the reincarnated life, on the rediscovered art, of such Michelangelo, of such sir Buonarroti.”
Those words are part of a poem from 1986, on which God explained to me that my spiritual experience had to be lived in public, no matter what difficulties I would face. I turned my back to Him and said that there was no way He could force me to do such thing. It was only after seeing the destruction of my entire life, at the brink of the disaster, with nothing left to lose, when I finally bowed to Him. It was 2008. Too late for me. How stupid I was.
God bless Judaism. God bless Hinduism. God bless Buddhism. God bless those who knows the mystical Jesus, the mystical Mary and the mystical Mary Magdalene.
God bless Thomas the Apostle.
God bless The Hymn of the Pearl (Hymn of the Soul, Hymn of the Robe of Glory or Hymn of Judas Thomas the Apostle) for which my entire work on the Sistine Ceiling is dedicated.
God bless all those who believe on the Pearl inside our souls because no technology will never come close to it and I’m here to prove it.
I overcame death through my own metaphisical ideas inspired by the faiths I mentioned.
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Remembering the best posts of 2013:
I never thought in my whole life that I would do what I’m doing now, but the demand from the supernatural was still inside my head, repeating over and over again, like someone whispering very close to my ears: “A physical proof, Michelangelo! Just one!”
Then I realized how paranoic I was about the secrets from my past life. So I decided to open the true identity of the prophet Daniel. And I thought to myself: “One day I will need to explain why he is the letter ‘A’ of the word ‘PERLA’ (pearl) anyway… and noone is taking me seriously… so… who cares?…”