Blessed are you, O mortals!

Sundays as a day of the sun are days of light, days of truth, and truth is not revealed quickly or in a fluid manner. All truth is an effort of reflection and guided hermeneutic interpretation. I am not a guru, I am not a priest, I am a prophet who gives you hints as providence wills, in harmony with my ancestor.

Today's prophetic quartet is:

The Baltic Tsar embarks on a promising journey.
A new coin is levered into the great metal.
The vital liquid will rise to the great mountain
A moon turns red.

We light the way, never go out without the lamp of truth.