Gold Treasury of Russia

Патриарх Соловецкий

The Cross of Christ on the Solovetsky Calvary. A churchyard of three million skulls, and the completion of the way of the cross of our father and Lord Seraphim with a new sun shining.

Our Father, did you sing “Lord, have mercy” with silent, everlasting lips? You, the shining olive branch and the Melchizedek branch, and close by the angels sang: «Lord…” And when the Solovetsky cross parted over the passionate matinee space of the temple of the Lamb, the conquering church opened.

How crowned was the completion of the thousand-year journey of the cross somewhere at the foot of the thickened, usyrennoy, fat mountain of God. Red ants and the swinish, red-mutated faces of thugs, red-and-red priests, flitted about. None of this was happening anymore. And our father, numb with delight, standing on the northern icy, Solovetsky, winter land, thawed by the warmth of a praying heart, saw Holy Russia, as if there had not been five hundred years of the Josephite atomic cloud; as if the Lord had not allowed the villainy of the inquisitorial and ecclesiastical court.

But the evil Joseph was allowed to go, and the sun of the Russian land faded, to shine again with a beauty that had not been there before, and with the warmth of the victims of three million people crying » Amen! Hallelujah!»Solovetsky’s ston. The sun came out new, able to illuminate all the cold deserts of modern megacities.

The eye of Solovetsky. The Solovetsky mystery. That’s where the unopened golden treasury of Svyatorusskaya is!.. Here is where the mystery of the mysteries is fulfilled and the sun is unfathomable.

Our Lord saw more than that he was introduced to Holy Russia, which had faded for five hundred years and had gone into otherworldly existence. Through the bloodstains and sweat of the Gethsemane-passion prayer of the Lamb of Solovetsky, the radiance of the New Holy Russia appeared. And over the throne of Solovetsky rose the glory of the twelve, the Fiery Hierarchy of the solar Power of the third millennium. And angels of indescribable beauty, the ranks of heaven accompanied them, seraphim of the six-winged and cherubim of the fire-ghost.

«Lord, have mercy… – an interminable prayer from pakisfer pakibytiya. And the world did not see such a ladder, which stretched over the Solovetsky bloody desert, and the fiery cross, which gathered the groans of millions: «Ah-ah! Maaa!»,– the church has not known since the time of the first Christian martyrs. And the marriage bed, which was decorated with royal pearls, was not seen even by the visionary elders. And our father, in ragged rags, with holes in his trousers, with his earflaps askew, and with endless tears (he barely had time to brush them away so that no one would see or suspect anything), saw the bed of the Heavenly Master.

Father of the solar hierarchy

Do we know the «hallelujah» sphere around the heavenly bed? Holy Russia abolished the Byzantine hierarchy. Gone. And in the XIII and XIV centuries, the Russian hierarchy came to Holy Russia: metropolitans, proteges, far from the elders, but not at war with them.

In the XVI century, the devil, by the permission of God, sent a great villain, and Joseph the Terrible planned his hierarchy for five hundred years ahead. And so, this cursed and barren fig tree was forbidden over Solovki. The Lord spat on it, and it no longer gives fruit, no matter how many green leaves and trunks and branches – not a single fruit of the holy, myrrh-bearing, not a single righteous God-bearing father.

And a new branch came from the Seraphim of Fire, who was touched. The hierarchy – through it, the salvation of the church and the world is the altar of the universal church. The hierarchy is all – holy Melchizedek and immaculate. The hierarchy as Christ Himself saw it, crucified on Calvary. The hierarchy, the first in which was our father Seraphim, the patriarch, the homeless, the righteous, the prophet, the sad man, the prayer book. In the right a glass of myrrh, in the left a glass of tears. In the right – a bottle of «Cahora» for communion on Buzulukskaya Square, in the left the image of the Virgin and the church of the Future shining through It.

Seraphim did not want to leave his brothers and asked: ” Take me, «but Kondraty, Arseny, Mikhail, and Alexey answered him:» You will stay to continue our branch the solar branch, the branch of Holy Russia. It will be called Seraphim, olive, green. It will be carried by angels in front of the marching priesthood and, after it,by an endless flock of one hundred and fifty million. The fragrance will come from this immaculate branch. And they will say, » There was no such church and no such anointed priests on earth. We sowed with tears of blood, and they, our children, will reap with joy unspeakable.»

On Anzer, we serve in the catacomb glade in July 2001, and our fathers cry on the Solovki with myrrh streams: «Ours! At last our people have come, our children – those for whom we died, our property. Let us wash them with our tears and cover them with our fatherly veil.» O Most blessed Lord, you are the father of the new hierarchy.

The venomous and gloomy cloud of Joseph was rotting Holy Russia, and with it the Maxims of the Greeks and our Russian John Chrysostom, John of Kronstadt. Five hundred years of Josephite troubles filled Holy Russia! The Josephites were the old timers, the Nikonians, the Erpetseshniks, and the catacombs, who were bitter and bitter, alien to repentance, and who imitated the perverse sadistic images of Joseph’s pathological subconscious, and believed in a God who did not exist. For the Heavenly Father is infinitely holy and good. They believed in a sadist who punished them with eternal torment for the slightest misdeeds, in an official who scrupulously wrote down minuscule, insignificant sins to send them to lead and to cauldrons with burning oils.

The Seraphim hierarchy with its ladder of the way, the cross as an initiation into the mysteries of God, and the Marriage Bed, in order to ask for the cross as a bride and go to martyrdom, in order to be stripped of clothes. Oh, no, not the earthly dirty rags of the convicts, but the vestments of the skin, so that the bride does not lie naked, poor and wretched on the bed, but already in a transfigured and heavenly body. The immortal Bridegroom will come for her and lie down and marry her forever.

Whoever is more initiated into the mysteries of the cross is a priest. Whoever is anointed from above with the oils of the Theotokos is a bishop. Here is the solar hierarchy of the third millennium – the sorrowful, the prayerful, and the transfigured, as if freed from the burden of human bonds, alien to this world – angels incarnate, without a pedigree, without a father or mother, coming from the non–possessive branch, from the Nile of Sora and from Mount Athos itself, according to the seals of the Mother of God’s vestments, already clothed in imperishable garments and praying hourly, not only for the Orthodox brothers who died here and everywhere, but for all creation from the beginning of the world.

If the name is Yours: I Am and There is only Me, and You are unspeakable Love, then there is hell, and the abyss, and the Solovki, and the passionate, and the cross, and the crucifixion, and tears, and sorrows, and passionate loneliness and abandonment itself, and this passionate from the cross: «Father, let them go out of ignorance”, and “My God, My God! Why did You leave Me?»– the ineffable, indescribable, all perfect beauty of Your love, planted through the tears of Your grieving children. For the cross, as a throne, is so majestic that it can only be contemplated and accepted by those who are privy to its mysteries. That is why the highest honor is to be slain and crucified.

And the Father allowed the crucifixion of the greatest of the sufferers – our Christ, to give Him His Father’s cross. And the Son allowed the crucifixion of the church of Solovetsky to consecrate the bride, washed from sin, to the cross, to raise her on the bed of the God spousal and say: «The virgin of God is cleansed, you are Mine. Go, arise, little girl, and proclaim the eternal kingdom of the Holy Spirit!”

And how much more will the akathist of ancient Holy Russia, pre-Josephite, who remembers the loving God, sound over the Solovki: «Lord, unspeakable love, remember Your departed servants…”

The church will be illuminated by the hierarchy. From the church will arise the church power, and from it the world will receive God. And the angels on Solovki will exclaim: «God civilization, God humanity, God marriage, eternal life!”

The Seraphim hierarchy will transform the universe. The hierarchy of Fire will bring down the conflagration of the love of God, as it will burn the damned, putrid bacilli-carriers of the evil principle. And the other righteous will be like a cooling dew.

The hierarchy as it was seen by the Emperor Nicholas in 1905, wishing to abdicate the royal throne in the name of the throne of the eternal Melchizedek, the high priest. It didn’t come out in 1905, it will come out in 2005, Holy Emperor Nicholas! The indescribable hierarchy of the Marriage Chamber is coming and has already descended.

Saint Josephite’s evil spirits, which had tormented her for five centuries, rejected Russia. The poisonous tarantulas were burned in the fire of the love of Christ. And God rejected the ROC and the fierce CPI equally, for neither those who mimicked the red dragon nor those who were nostalgic for the old ways repented. But Vladyka Seraphim knew that the church would repent and be punished by God as long as it did not destroy with its higher conscience the images that God wished to give it, what it should become, prescribed from time immemorial, seen by Him.

And over the groan of Solovetsky stood Our Lady of Solovki. Always in blue vestments and a crimson robe, She came in a golden crown, a weeping Mother, and talked for a long time with thousands of thousands. And then, accompanied by the angelic ranks and saints, she walked over the sea and over the churchyards and wept endlessly. And so, above this moan stood the moan of the Solar Mother, giving birth in agony to the infant God the hierarchy of the church of the future. She is commanded to descend into the world and prolong her life on earth. She is determined to defeat Lucifer and seal all his cursed gates, entrances and exits with a single movement of the cross!

And the Mother of Solovetsky, who was groaning in agony and giving birth, called three million sacrificial innocent lambs to Her altar, in order to say: «There was no such cathedral of righteous souls on earth.”

So will be glorified now the Solovetsky Mother of God the Sun of the Russian land, the Mother of the tomb, the Mother who wept over the universal graveyard of three million bones not yet fused, nerves not yet dulled from pain, shouting to Her: «Maaa!” and those who passed into bliss were taken down from the cross in Her arms.

Great is your heart, our father, who wept endlessly. And a green branch in his right hand. «Take it and hold it. Carry it and don’t drop it.” «I’m afraid, Father. It will burn my palms and turn me to ashes.» «Don’t be afraid. Hold. Ennoble yourself with its scents. Hold in your hands our branch, the branch of succession.» Is it not this olive branch that the Archangel Gabriel, the messenger of heaven, carried before him at the hour of the farewell procession of the Virgin for Her burial?

The Holy Mother of God of Russia lay down on her martyr’s bed. He despises death in vain and other things – from sorrow, from joy,in the hospital, in the house. Passionate longs for the death, the Virgin, the Dormition bed. And so, the martyr Russia lay down with its three million stepsons and cripples, naked clothes of sin, watered with the Blood of the Lamb. And so, the Mother of God of Solovetsky rose from Her Dormition bed and announced a new eternal kingdom – the thousand year old beatitude of Seraphim.

Five hundred years were measured out to the wicked Joseph and his hierarchy. A thousand years to triumph on the land of the Russian church the power of the branch of our holy father, the unknown homeless church, Vladyka Seraphim. But one tear is worth more than all the riches of the world and all the prayers of the church together. Such is our father, and such will be his children. Amen to that.

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