In Roman times this ville was called Monbriano, is located in a wine production area. After the visit of Saint Columbanus the Abbot, in 7th century was renamed San Colombano.
He was a “indipendent” Irish monk that sailed with other 12 companions to France around 600 and later came to Italy and estabilished a most importan abbey in Bobbio.
In fact I am glad I knew about this place from a book about the “civilizastion” of the Irish in Europe after the fall of the barbaric invasions.
I came to gift the river Lambro where is still accessible before Lambrinia and finally joining into the river Po.
And to gift 3 antennas, 1 behind the lazzaretto (1630 plague camp) 1 behind the cimetery and 1 in da middle of the town. Also paid a visit the castle built by Frrederick Barbarossa.
By chance I discovered that this ville is on a isolated low hill at the South of Milan, and at the top I saw typical mountain top arrays, this will be a proper giting mission for next time.
I first gifted the river with about 12 tbs than left few more 1 gift for the the lazzaretto 1 for the arch, and 3 at the castle, alle antennas being into range. Note as soon I stepped in the square of the Lazzaretto I saw that a guy was coming and as I suddenly heard a noise there was a girl was coming from behind me, strange they saluted each other not looking in them eyes. After a minute there where someone shouting, and a car came starting circling around the Lazzarett, it was a bloke with a girl. It then shouted at me what I was looking at. Mmh I then decide to move and just follow my instinct.
Strange digital photo makes them t-shirt to morphing.
You would like to estimate the richness and variety of metal sculptures and symbols of the abbey.
Thanks Eric [Image Can Not Be Found];
either I picked up a tail or a tentacle as this hill must have been an island once. Now I dicovered there is also a very old mental institution there.
BTW 12 birds flew relly up high where the hole in the clouds is above the castle.
Will def go back there, and ready with the camera! [Image Can Not Be Found]
Thanks for the rich photos along with the report, Silvio. I want our readers to consider that you’re doing this work according to your intuitive promptings and the subjective nature of this approach is quite valuable to the individual, especially when he or she is still struggling with denial. The enjoyment you’re experiencing while receiving and acting on these promptings is evident in your writing and in the photos and it was this quality in my own journal reports about Carol’s and my early efforts that seemed to draw people into doing this work, after all.
The real value in reading reports like this is in trying one’s hand at intuitive gifting. It becomes addictive in a positive way and I’ve had to encourage some folks to return to gifted areas in order to observe and report transformations. That’s the next stage of enjoyment so it’s never a chore. Seeing water in a dirty river, like that one, become clean and free of scum within a week of putting orgonite in it is a powerful confirmation, for instance.
Over the years I’ve enjoyed seeing your photos of architectural art and symbols on church buildings in and around Milan, thanks. It’s been a catalogue of masonic imagery which has absolutely nothing to do with the teachings of Christ, of course. After having read Astle’s The Babylonian Woe (I’m halfway through my second reading) I’d probably feel pleasantly overwhelmed by the excess of ancient, Mystery School imagery that had quickly covered over Christ’s message there and in ancient Constantinople. The fish and cross were two of those, of course, and the pope’s funny hat is a fish head with mouth open to the sky, a vestige of direct Babylonian influence on Roman religion, before. Dagon was the fish-god and the Babylonians probably inherited that bloodthirsty alleged deity from the Sumerians.
Just like death towers (especially arrays) mark the spot for important earth vortices, these ugly clusters of polytheistic images are telling a story to tuned-in orgonite flingers like yourself in the sort of vsceral way that induces us to toss orgonite near them as a healing exercise for the community. There are more and more people who are finding their way to this effort and it only ever takes a few (usually unsung) people to change the course of civilization in one or the other direction, after all.
Thank God that the $#!+birds are still underestimating the internet! [Image Can Not Be Found]
By the way, I finally figured out that when photos are too large to fit on the standard browser format I simply hold the (Apple) ‘command’ button and tap the ‘minus’ button until the photos and text are all within the left/right margins of my browser. In this case the photos are so full of detail that they need to be large. I think PCs have a similar button to ‘command’ for this function.
Don, I just take a guess that the bronze portal was commisioned during some mason pontiff was in charge. [Image Can Not Be Found]
I have a little incident to report. I gifted the river Lambro closer to Milan about half way( 20km) from San Colombano again today at a place where there is a dam with one death tower on its river bank. The place is called Villa Bissone (in dialect bissone would mean big snake of the fields) like the symbol of the Visconti rulers of Milan typically said man eating snake. Apparently a vast region was once covered by a swamp lake called Gerundo and island in the middle of it was beautiful and called Beauty. The Dragon called Taranto was culprit for kidnapping and preying on childrens for meal.
By chance the road that lead to the dam from the station of Saint Zenone is called “road of the Island” (Via dell Isola).
On the train back one girl came sitting near where I was, I was strapping on my zapper and since she was fixating it told what it was. In short the girl said that she doesnt need medicine since a proper diet is all is required. This girl looked a bit weird, and had a white dress but was slightly uneasy. I wasnt having a conversation but I looked at her nails that where a bit dirty and had a unnatural yellowish color.
When I came home, i suddenly felt my left thigh urting and I discovered I had like a swallen red part of 1-2 cm and a scratch about 8cm long. I wear the zapper again and the swallowing has gone.
The village before San Colombano is called Graffignana which contains the word “graffia” (to scratch)!!! [Image Can Not Be Found]
Return trip, to gift the top of the hill array. There are 4 towers of various types, with panels and drums attached more in a vertical arrangement than the ones you see normally. Beside them there was an house hidden behind trees with these antennas. Another weird was a little antenna that looked for receving tv, it didnt have a mast but was installed over a cabin, that was big like the ones seen next other antennas. There are some villas and a restaurant at the top of the hill they are only built on 1 floor level and are quite privetly hidden in trees and behind fences.
The river looked heatltier, cleaner, left another tb.
Ealier on behind the Lazzaret plague camp I felt a weird atmosphere but since were on a mission and have to spare orgonites for the rest of the day, we didnt started on a etheric chase.
The gifting of the top antennas had improved the benefits for a wider area.
