THE FOLLOWING IS AN INTERIM POLICY as of November 2019: We are halfway through the fall trimester and are still reviewing our programs.
The goal is to provide solid, "ivy league" university level content for accreditation purposes, which can be adapted for any sort of use, tutoring, distance learning, home or charter schools of all levels.
At the same time, the goal is also to eventually offer a teaching template for crowdsourced classes,
that anyone can use to upload a course and take advantage of the benefits our company offers to participants, whether or not they use Neocities or a similar social network.
For the present, our domain name is ENGELBLAU.COM. The name refers to events we do not wholly understand.
for the present moment, to be a member of the College of Blu, use the courses on Leon's List, Skandalon Skole.
They provide the philosophical foundation for our project.
Much of the other material on these pages while interesting and entertaining is not essential to the Uriel project, and will likely be made part of the "Gang Gagliardi Gabuzzi" archives in due course.
Webpages with the titles Bensonhurst Bugattis, Carmine's Fine Wines, and The Republic of Gabuzzo will confuse readers because the content has changed to bring it into line with our mission; disregard the titles for the present.

.To follow a traditional academic calendar, we suggest: Gardens, Drugs, Hope and Music for the Fall, and BS Theory, Phenomenology, Civil Disobedience, and Vitality Theory for the Spring.
These course materials are already in place for the most part and will provide an interim reference point for those who are curious about our public service.
If you want to do all three trimesters, go ahead and read (or watch) Pinocchio, The Lord of the Rings, Dante and Law and Revolution --which is not a movie and may never be.--or on the Spiritual in Art if you prefer
Meanwhile, in defiance of the deceitful dean in the story below, we will continue on our labor for as long as it takes.

A BRIEF APOLOGETIC: Why Uriel University? Why the college of Blu? Why would the College of Blu be an appropriate context within which to situate the admissions process?

So many people are curious about the educational origins of the valanga di vita.
As it happens, the story is quite shocking to many, and we are preparing an explanation which might be suitable for public consumption.
Because, though the public tolerates rape and violence almost endlessly as long as it is at a distance, when it is told clearly and close to hand, they run as far as possible in the other direction.
It takes years for companies like Joyful Heart and Milagros to get their message across even within the context of widely known entertainment.
However, there is one incident which if carefully told might be acceptable to publish now.

For organizational purposes, This material could be turned into a course of its own, like the musical psychology course>
This is very good for not getting lost which is easy to do--you need to "let it rest" so to speak.
there are 16 chapters so just consider one scandal per week.

THE MATERIAL THAT FOLLOWS BELONGS TO THE VALANGA DI VITA COMPANY INCORPORATED AND IS NOT TO BE USED FOR ANY PURPOSE WHATSOEVER WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN AND WITNESSED PERMISSION OF THAT ORGANIZATION.
THIS IS A NON PROFIT ORGANIZATION AND THE STORIES ARE FROM REAL LIFE EVENTS AND ARE MEANT TO EXPLAIN OUR MISSION AND IT WOULD BE PRETTY LOW FOR SOMEONE TO JACK IT WHEN OUR BANK BALANCE IS USUALLY ABOUT ELEVEN DOLLARS. THANKS!.

THE LION, THE LEOPARD AND THE LYNX.

THE LEOPARD'S TALE
alternative title AS GOD IS MY WITNESS

THIS IS A CASE STUDY IN THE ACTUAL CONSEQUENCES OF MENTAL DISEASE.
No one sums this up into financial loss because they are too scared and embarrassed to talk about it.
However,It is sometimes a great consolation to know that God sees everything,
and every woe that is known to His heart alone is indeed known and not forgotten.

IF WE TURN THIS INTO A CLASS IT HAS TO MAKE SENSE AS A 16 WEEK PRESENTATION.

READ TWO SECTIONS A WEEK. THAT WILL GO THROUGH WEEK 10 FOR NOW.

FIGHTING IN LEBANON

One autumn night the sophomoric leopard was chilling in her dorm with her friend, in the cool corner room they had snagged since the friend was an RA and the leopard had been elected to the student government, without even running. Because she was so gabby, another friend had put her on the ballot. This friend had connections in DC and knew how such things worked. The Leopard had no clue but when informed that she had won a seat she went to a meeting where she was shocked at the elitist attitudes of some of the members and unable to keep up or even to understand what was going on. In any case the two chums were snoozing at about midnight. As usual the leopard was blabbing away about nothing in particular and the friend was trying to sleep and mumbling, yeah, yeah, every five minutes or so. The phone rang and it was the leopard’s mother. The loco had been arrested in a woodland town by the name of Lebanon, in the mountains of his home state after rampaging around and terrorizing people, and was at the police station, shackled up but refusing to take tranq medicine and demanding to speak with ONLY THE LEOPARD AND THE LEOPARD ONLY.

DERSHOWITZ FOR THE DEFENSE, AND DWORKIN'S DIPLOMATIC DEBUTANTES: THE LAST DAYS OF THE DORM

As we consider MLK, Dworkin's thesis, the unseen "last days of disco" trilogy, the Trump Trial and the OJ Trial which began this week twenty five years ago, we submit that Dworkin's diplomatic Debutants who dwelt in that very dorm with the Leopard, simply had too much to lose to admit the reality of Domestic violence.
This anecdote is about economic and gender based inequality and the "five ashleys" of the Garden school.
Perhaps Dershowitz is not merely shilling for money or even adhering to his career code of defending the accused by any means necessary.
Perhaps he recognizes with fellow Harvard scholar Harold Berman that in the new millenium, in the era of post "depends on what is is", that the survival of the seemingly necessary but strangely hypocritical brand of law and order which is encapsulated in Pontius Pilate saying "truth? what is that?", is at stake.
Because it is.

BREACH OF CONTRACT

A college student, the daughter of a judge and an attorney, went to her dean and asked permission to take a leave of absence to care for her mentally deranged and dangerous older brother, given the fact she was the only person on earth he would speak to, her family was bankrupting themselves to pay for his maintenance, and her mother was utterly in grief.
In fact it had become impossible for her to attend class at all.
The dean said, of course you may have this leave of absence, and for as long as it takes.
It took over four years for the student to find someone for her brother to marry, or more precisely, someone who would agree to marry her brother.
That is a story in itself not suitable for this moment.
When she returned to re enroll for the diploma, she was told that that would be impossible.
A mistake had been made; she was no longer eligible.
It should perhaps also be noted that what this student had endured was not considered "work" that was worth money, since she did it for a family member and since she did not have a degree in psychopharmacology, psychobiology or anything else for that matter--
having been denied the degree by the same people she had trusted to tell the truth and take her side at least in matters of money and contracts.
To put this in an economic context, college is an expensive proposition, even with the financial aid the student had received.
Breach of Contract is a civil tort and is punishable in many states with treble damages.
And there is no doubt, that the college breached their contract.
However, that is for another time.

PSYCHOTIC GENIUS ENTERPRISES:

What is perhaps worth noting here is that this was not the first betrayal this person had experienced at the hands of academe. As a high school student, she had passed some time at a prestigious residential prep school, where, initially contented at the bucolic surroundings and separation from her brother, she achieved the only perfect score the Japanese course instructor had ever given out, and inspired the amazed English professor to make copies of an essay she had written the first day of class and pass it out as an exemplar of how essays should be written.
This happiness was short lived however; when she called out the school for corruption that she had experienced, they struck back with a vengeance; calling for her expulsion and writing in their report that she was a "psychotic genius" who would surely grow up to become a white collar criminal.
years later, the corruption at the school was brought to light by others and a lengthy court battle exposed the astonishing hypocrisy that was the bedrock of their existence.

FREE YARD WORK.

This part of the story doesn't end there, however.
Somehow the loco got wind of the damaging report, and decided that he and his sister were now "brothers in arms" since both had been pronounced crazy.
It's payback time, he announced one evening, gunning the motor of a borrowed pick up.
No, the sister said, we don't have to retaliate. it's not necessary, those people aren't worth it.
I SAID IT'S PAYBACK TIME, he shouted, dragging her into the truck and blitzing up the highway an hour's drive to the campus of the school.
Arriving at the Japanese professor's residence, he tore up the entire yard with the mag wheels under the cover of darkness, screaming "merry christmas sensei" in such a threatening voice that no one on the circle dared to come out to see what was afoot.
This crime was never discovered.

SOCIALLY MALADJUSTED.

Are you jonesing for a cigarette tonight? that is, are you jonesing for an episode? we are too, but we have to honor St Albert due to a deal we made earlier so the soap opera of "elite education" will have to wait.
Here is the socially maladjusted story.
The "sensei" episode was not even the first run in the student had had with a prep school.
After graduating as "valadictorian" at the local grade school, she had decided that was it as far as formal schooling was concerned.
She told her parents she would just as well not go to school anymore.
Her parents brought her to a famous prep school, where she refused to be intimidated by the ice cold demeanor of the administration.
Apparently, her usual good natured candor and forthrightness were not permissible behaviors in that suffocating environment,
and thus, although her entrance exam scores were "more than adequate" she was rejected as a candidate for being "socially unacceptable", and returned for the time being, this time to a "parochial" school.

THESIS OF FEAR

She then signed up for a psychopharm course at a community college, which she was permitted to take without any of the prerequisites, she presented her thesis that mental disease was based on fear.
Though she went through each and every disease listed on the DSMV, and linked each to fear, she was nearly flunked for lack of evidence.

INSUFFICIENT EVIDENCE.

May we digress to comment: One does wonder why phenomenological experience is not considered evidence by the academic world.
One possible explanation is shame or fear of discovery; that is, we are afraid of our own selves because we are messed up and we do not believe God will forgive us.
So, we are afraid of everything.
But God said, do not be afraid, little flock, I want to give you the kingdom.
The thing is, he said Flock: we have to stick together

sticking together is difficult when you are a leper, which a companion of the mentally ill often is by definition.

BAD COMPANY

There were three general groups of people with whom she had contact after she lost all her friends through their fear:
the mentally ill, the religiously devout (in appearance but often not in fact) and refugees and criminals.
Of these three, the last proved to be the most effective protectors, although friendship with them presented many problems of its own.

THEN LUNGEN FOLK TO GEEN IN PILGRIMAGES.

(chaucer, Canturbury tales.)
One notable incident involving a "pilgrimage" in which the three groups: the mentally ill, the religiously devout, and the criminal/refugee group came together and displayed the best and the worst qualities they possess, came when a friend of the leper approached her to ask a favor: at the time, both were members of a religious movement, and people in another chapter were trying to save a junkie, family member of some, who was lost on the streets and had racked up 3 dozen arrest warrants.
While the religious group vacationed on golf courses, and piously prayed memorares form the safety of a "pilgrimage" to Medjugore, the leper was expected to go into the alleys and find the junkie.
This she did with the assistance of a Brazilian Hell's angel, a physically impressive man who was about to go to jail for domestic violence.
He found the half dead junkie easily, bunked with him that night, and physically forced him into rehab.
For this service, the religious movement declared that the leper was a tramp who hung out with trash.
Moreover, expecting "payback" for the favor, when he was released from jail, the Hell's angel began to harrass her constantly, forcing her to enlist the help of a "Sicilian" to get him off her back.

THE NECESSITY OF DANCING WITH THE DEVIL.

After a series of "ripped" protectors who cut a wide swath, and included Marines, firefighters and football jocks,
( had she had a choice, being a poetic sort for whom freedom and happiness were the highest prizes, she would not have sought out such company)
running from place to place and constantly on the move, she stumbled on a network of underground bodyguards the likes of which even the government was afraid of:
apparently inconsequential, inconspicuous and short of stature, working in menial jobs and living in unremarkable housing, the body builders barely gave such men a second look.

IN PLAIN SIGHT

It was thus that the leopard discovered an amazing truth: At need she could disappear in an instant deep into an inner city ghetto in almost any town of adequate population, deep into a population of illegals and illiterates, adopt a name common among them and provide them some service, such as cooking, baby sitting, translation, and be safer than she would have been embedded in a SEAL detachment.
She was invisible, in plain sight, in barrios of nonexistent infrastructure where her brother simply did not have the resources to find her
Not only that, but arms were common in these ghettos, from machetes to machine guns, and the people were not unskilled at defending themselves.
Often enough she threw up from eating unclean food, and went for indefinite periods in conditions that would shock, scare and revolt most North Americans, often enough she endured abuse of various kinds and wept from fear and isolation, but she was alive.

THE HIPPOCRITICAL OATH.

Ah! stories. War stories, stories of the veterans of the drug war, the me too war, the mental illness war.
The salt and light of a fireside evening.
These stories just happen to be favole that are true, even if we never got our purple heart medals.
As you warm your toes under the gaze of the moon, you say to comfort yourself--well, so the college was willing to cheat the girl out of a career, so the prep school was willing to tolerate sexual assault. Still they did not expose anyone to death.
Then consider the next event: the student's brother was "decompensating", raging around Boston and completely out of control.
His psychiatrist made a deal wtih the student, bring him in, and the police would not be called to intervene.
It was a promise. He was a doctor. The student brought her brother up the posh elevator, and into the well appointed office high above the streets.
One look at the raging lunacy, which was the student's world day in and day out, and the highly paid, highly qualified doctor was overcome with terror and was on the phone with the police.
Traitor! the loco cried, and the student only just had time to flee the premises, racing down a back staircase, wolf close behind, and into the street where a subway train was just leaving.
She jumped in as the doors was closing, with no idea where she was headed.
On occasions like these, the bodyguards were the best of a load of bad choices.

GOLF COURSE MEDICINE

Are you astounded at the hypocrisy of "it depends on what is is"? and other truth bending exercises?
Was it all to perfect your golf game, Sweet Willie Jefferson?
Then we invite you with the decorum, poise, and detachment of an ivy league blue blood to consider the following..
There is a hospital on the east coast that charges (or at one time did so charge) $1000 a day for inpatient services,alhtough some of the doctors only have ONE patient and the suicides, assaults and other felonies are all hushed up.
The leopard has first hand knowledge of this.
The workers work in 8 hour shifts, whereas for more than ten years the leopard worked three shifts a day, that is 24/7, and no time off ever.
because people dont suddenly become "well" at holidays.
As a matter of fact the holidays are doubly deadly.
Now there's a twist on trauma!
But we digress.. A friend of the leopards', --whose brother was also an ivy league student and also mentally distressed,-- had double majored in art and psychology and was making serious money as a night nurse at a similar hospital (or perhaps even the same one) but gave it up within a few weeks because the stress was more than she could bear.
If the leopard earned $1000 a shift (not counting overtime and double time on Sundays and holidays) for three shifts, that calculates to 3K a day for a year or 350 days which is about $1,000,000 a year for 12 years that's 12 million, not counting treble damages. And interest. And loss of ....a lot of things
She received nothing from the hospital, however, except falsehoods and deceit, and whatever money she managed to get from other sources was quickly grabbed by the loco.
Thus it is that fear and fury turns people to Guido Falco and Che Guevara because they have no other choice.

GREEN GARDENS

So how then did the student end up at the "College of green" the college of gardens, of the most restful color in Kandinsky's philosophical pallette?
While awaiting the verdict of psychotic genius or mere garden variety gangsta, she like the other students was asked to practice writing college entrance essays.
Nah, she demurred.
When and if I apply, I'll write one.
What is this, fumed the English teacher. You're the best writer in the school and all you do is mock everything.
The student answered from a place of hurt and misunderstanding.
You only say I am good because I am good at imitations. I imitate your kind, and your kind is vain so you love me.
If I imitated a gangster you would say I sucked.
Everyone knows this, I'm just the only one stupid enough to say so.

Later in the year, she decided she would skip college.
Come with me, said her father, driving to the Mass Avenue. What's this, we going to see street performers?
This is where I went to law school.
Forget it, bunch of overpriced blowhards.
Hold on a minute, said the lawyer, check that out, I think that's still the Harvard Lampoon.
He pointed to an impossibly old triangular shaped brick building built to fit the intersection of streets, that looked as if Paul Revere might stroll out of it
You could mock everything and it would be legit.
They are all snots.
Look I know but give it a try, why don't you?
The student decided it might not be bad to live in Harvard Square, after all, she wouldn't have to go to snot school she could just hang out and find something to do.
But the administration put her on the waiting list and asked for her reports from the prep school. They were covered with swear words and doodles of goofy professors.
Just as well. I have an idea, said the student's mother.
Let's go check out the garden school. I bet you could stay there overnight and its all women, so you probably wouldn't get in any scraps.
And so it was that the student bunked with two japanese girls and sang them the song of Sei Kei school which the sensei's friend had taught her.
She looked out the window. That's really beautiful, she said, do you guys get to go anywhere though?
Yeah, there's ice cream and stuff in the town
and...There's a free bus to Harvard Square.
Miraculously, this school did not ask for any reports from the other school.
they said they would be glad to have her.

BORING BOARDS OR DELIGHFUT DREAMS

you probably have to deal with some version of BORING LABORIOUS BOARDS to get to the dream, but someday soon the SATS will hopefully be nothing but a memory.
we are preparing our own "BOARDS AS BEAUTIFUL AS A BRIGHT RED BUGATTI but bear with us.
The leopard had a tendency to snooze like all big cats, especially in the moons of midwinter when boards are taken.
Bad attitude. You have to take the boards to go even to the garden school, to any school, the mother warned.
FAUGH, replied the leopard. Saturday morning in a room with those one uppers? are you serious right now?
Tell you what said the crazy brother.
Take your boards and get a perfect score on EITHER MATH OR READING and I'll give you $200.
For them, in that time, it was a gargantuan sum.
The next boards, the leopard grumbled out of bed, ate a snicker bar and found herself sitting in a room with "a bunch of competitive snots" as she said to herself.
She sat through about an hour of concentration and teh fell asleep.
The useless but lucrative results arrived in the mail in those times.
open it up, said the brother. Just hand over the dough, bro. Open it up I want to see.
they both grabbed at the paper, but the brother was faster. HA YOU MISSEd, he cried. SEVEN EIGHTY yOU NEEDED EIGHT HUNDRED.
Go to hell you welcher, she said laughing, ok fine. WHO CARES.
Here, said the brother, you can have another snicker bar.
And that was the end of it, until now when we get to take the BUGATTI BOARDS. thats right.

MARATHON MERCY 2013 A.D.

One of the cool things about the Garden School was the river of the boston Marathon that ran by hte dorms every spring, providing an excuse to eat barbeque, stand on the street and scream at everybody who was going by.
The Boston marathon used to be free, that is, no one got any money and anyone could run.
In other words, it was effing fun.
The student's friend planned to run the half into the city, while the student planned to hang around and jump up and down and yell extra loud at the first sight of the mythical Black Bart.
One year, she made such a scene of enthusiasm over the spectacle that a runner threw his sopping wet mittens at her, causing her friends to laugh and say "biggest mouth on campus".
The legend of Phidippedes and the battle of Marathon stayed with her.

fast forward to another Patriot's day a long time later
A month prior, thanks to the little Gabriel who had blown his butler horn and shaken up the Vatican, Pope Frank had appeared on the world stage,
a month before that, on the famous Feast of Lourdes, Pope Benedict had done the unthinkable: he had effectively conceded that Nuzzi and Gabriele had a point, and resigned the job of Pope and shaken up at least a billion people.
(in terms of magnitude, it's like Zidane biting the italian in the world cup finals of religion).

And a month before that, open Internet proponent and freedom of information activist Aaron Swartz had been found dead in his brooklyn apartment after rejecting a plea deal which would require him to go to Federal prison for a completely non violent act from which he received no known financial gain.

The Leopard felt a strange impulse regarding Phidippedes and the often heroic acts of bearers of Good news.
She composed an impromptu speech about Marathon Greece, and went to a nearby chapel to ask God what the impulse might mean.
She had no idea that hours later, two angry young men not unlike her brother would set off a bomb at the Marathon, the commemoration of a martyr of Hope,
not unlike the bomb he had set off in his family's life.

The story of Phidippedes is the story of a missionary of hope who was also a martyr, and in this way, it is a prototype of the most essential part of Eucatastrophe:
It's interesting how this person discusses the two words and never asks if there is a connection, though the words seem to come from cultures very geographically close.
MARANA THA MARATHONS

LOVE SCHOOL.

The student did receive the diploma in the end, but that story also is for another time. For now, it is enough to say, that this is only one, and the least offensive, of a series of scandals which will be told about the beloved but dysfunctional educational system in our world today.
for if we should interpret all sayings, and speak in all tongues and have not love, what good is it?

Harvard, had existed to disprove the thesis of the catholic church, so to speak, and poured all the left over riches of the religious wars of England, all the best and the brightest gold and "royals" to take down the pope.
The Garden school had less lofty ambitions.
It was founded by a Boston banker who wanted to escape the rat race
He bought up a lot of the countryside and made it into a gigantic garden,and the student recalled wandering the old remains of the beautiful farm when she wanted to smell the earth.
its mission was to educate young women for the glory of jesus christ. After all, people had only just discovered that women could learn their abcs.
But when she was wandering the streets, the student began to dream of a university that while being beautiful and full of learning, would be capable of living up to its stated philosophy in the present day: where what had happened to her, the breach of contract, the refusal to acknowledge the collateral consequences of global mental disease, and the rejection, would never happen.

LESSONS OF "LUNACY" AND LUCRE: DON'T LOOK THE OTHER WAY

there was one particular professor that the Leopard loved, who in a class on Medici Florence would continually repeat:
ladies, ask yourselves one question: Who paid for the Renaissance?

And this question, so practical and so conveniently overlooked by the "haves" of our world--can also be applied to, who pays the price for the cost of mental illness? And how? with what currency?
And who is the beneficiary?
That is why Husserl was so right to see that phenomenology is mathematical,for-everything can be measured, the "hairs on your head" can be counted, even if the psychiatrist, the dean, and so many others made off with the loot that the leopard never saw.

SAVE THE DRAMA FOR YOUR LLAMA

Those who have little perceived "drama" in their lives and are accustomed to the overhyped ridiculous antics of hollywood movies where directors will blow up a galaxy to shake up the over saturated psyches of the crowd often envy the leopard such an adventurous life.
And while it may be so that every life has its share of grace, and that there is always a silver lining, some people who carelessly say "boy I wish I had an exciting life like that" know nothing of the realities of cold nights alone in the streets,
of endless wandering pursued by a raving lunatic who is ones own blood relative and who depends on one for everything and at the same time wishes to slaughter one
, of deadly deals with drug dealers, and of the terrible and heartwrenching compromises that are made in absolute solitude and destitution
where there is no one to hear but the night and the stars and the danger on every corner, and which no one would believe.

A life like that makes a person wish only for warm dry clothes, for a soft bed and a hot meal, for peace and security and freedom.

LA FIESTA A SAN MIGUEL:

A tale of intrigue and scandal to brighten up the winter night.
It is certainly not only priests who pray to saint michael, would you dear reader be scandalized to find that many "criminals" do so as well?
A scruffy looking Venezuelan gangster named Nunez told a story that he had always made promises to Saint Michael to hold a feast in his honor, which he had never done despite the angel's constant protection and help.
Again and again he had begged, "san miguel ayuda me en esta situacion y te hare la fiesta" and again and again upon receiving the requested grace he happily went on his way and forgot his part of the bargain.
Until one night when he was arrested for drug dealing alongside a high tone bank president who was his partner and client.
Though they were arrested in the banker's late model car, where the stash of horse was found, the banker was educated, affluent and snazzy.
Guess who got a slap on the wrist?
guess who was held without bail?
rather than be bitter, though, Nunez wept in gratitude that he had been in jail and unable to go to a street party with his friend, who was stabbed and shot and ended up paralyzed from the neck down.
It was San Miguel, he saved my life, Nunez wheezed in tears.

GIVE THE DEVIL HIS DUE.

It should then come as little surprise that the cult of satan finds many recruits in the rat infested cells of vagabonds like Nunez.
Lucky for him, he was swiftly deported, but many are not so fortunate.
In the inhumane conditions of these prisons where the Angel does not appear as he did to Saint Peter and open the gate to freedom, the devil may appear to be their only friend.
So often the most desperate of these are street kids who literally have not a friend in this world.
where are the priests who condemn Santa Muerte and pacts with vengeful demons?
Have these Christians in clean clothes ever set foot in a jail, exposed to TB and malaria, to comfort a weeping Nunez and dry his tears and promise to bring a message to his mother?
Do you dear reader know the answer? for we do not.

NUN ON THE RUN

The leopard however disguised herself as a postulant nun once to escape the loco,
In that time was knocking on doors with other nuns in a forsaken barrio near New Bedford, and one boricua answered the door and said well well well, it's ABOUT TIME.
Every religious nut in the world has been beating a path to our door and where the hell are you people?
Another, barbequing in the street, for want of a yard, spat angrily, ?El padre Me invita a cenar en su casa?
PUES DIGALE ASI, HERMANITA: el Padre nunca mi vino a visitar en mi casa, y yo no voy a ir al suyo.

To make matters worse, the loosely organized crew of latin priests had strange habits which infuriated the local curate.
One afternoon he strode angrily down the stairs to the basement where the whole crew had been camping out, eating and snoozing and playing music.
Father Juanito Marmolejos! (not his real name) He shouted, his face a frustrated shade of purple.
I need to speak to father Juanito Marmolejos!

No one said a word.

And for ALL ACADEMIC AREAS:

STRAIGHT As ASCOLTARE ADONAI (BARUK HASHEM), to ATTAIN TO ADMISSION BY APPROVAL OF ANGELIC ADMINISTRATION
can you turn the V of Vitality upside down into an A for AGAPE, rather than leaving it a V for Vendetta and Violence?
VAVUM: end up in the UNIVERSITY OF MUSIC AND MERCY!

For Admission to Uriel PRoject, you must apply to College of Blu.
We tend to favor the absolute equality of anarchy but we need to make sure we all know how to love.

Yes, you need to know Pinocchio, Frodo, Dante.
And ABOVE ALL, YOU NEED STRAIGHT AS IN AUGUSTINE'S AUTHORITY: LOVE AND DO WHAT YOU WILL
God's word is reality, as in LET THERE BE LIGHT. and there was.
Can we learn to do this? The creative Holy (where holy means, whole, healthy) Spirit is in our breath.
Listen, Learn, Love, or Ascoltare, Apprendere, Amare
or ESCUCHAR ENTENDER ENNAMORAR
TO BE ADMITTED BY THE ANGELIC ADMINISTRATION

THE FOUR LOVES:

wiped out the whole thing. Redo it.
THE FOUR LOVES describe Lewis, the radio, the scandal of sexual sincerity!...
then tweaked to ANGELIC ADMISSIONS: THE MARTHA MARY MANDATE: The holy spirit was speaking, then the priest confirmed it by his sermon.
LISTEN, God wants our friendship.
ASCOLATARE.
so can u turn the VIOLENCE upside down (CURIOUS GEORGE video) into AGAPE?
watch this trumpet lesson video and pretend Maurice is the angel teaching Santini how to channel vitality into Agape.
go VAVUM:its not what you think, it's-- VITALITY, ASCOLTARE, VANGELO, UNIVERSITY OF MUSIC AND MERCY.
AFFECTION, AMISTAD, AMORE, AGAPE,
Music has recently been discovered by science as a powerful force, but didn't the angels of history know that all along?
WHAT YOU NEED TO PARTICIPATE HERE:
You do not need to have completed the Liceo Lanciano curriculum, but you should be familiar with the concept of Paradise being populated by musical angels.
This is illustrated well in LA DIVINA COMMEDIA and also THE SILMARILLION by JRR TOLKIEN and probably in various other legends and stories which demonstrate a common Jungian style "collective consciousness".
We will be posting an entrance exam based on the Silmarillion (since Dante is written in Italian) which does not require you to be familiar with the inside history of the Colleges of Blu.
As with Lanciano, these courses are highly adaptable, the important thing at this stage is to be aware of music as a powerful force for education.