Sister Lucy’s Warning

The harbor was still, the faint glow of the moon reflecting on the water as Joe and Nelly Furtado sat on a weathered bench. The soft hum of Kavinsky’s Nightcall played from Joe’s phone, its haunting melody setting the tone for their intense discussion.

“You know,” Joe began, his voice steady and deliberate, “the Red Symphony isn’t just a metaphor. It’s a chilling revelation. J.F. Landowsky documented Christian Rakovsky’s interrogation, exposing how powerful elites used Communism not for equality, but as a tool of control. And it wasn’t just about Russia—it was about the world.”

Nelly tilted her head, intrigued. “But Communism was supposed to be about the people, wasn’t it? How did it become this… symphony of blood you’re talking about?”

Joe leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly. “It was never about the people. The terror under Red Communism—the purges, the gulags, the mass executions—wasn’t just Stalin’s paranoia. It was part of a larger plan. Rakovsky revealed that the elites funded and manipulated Communism to destabilize societies, to replace faith and freedom with fear and submission. It’s what Sister Lucy, the seer of Fatima, warned about when she spoke of the ‘errors of Russia.’”

Nelly’s brow furrowed. “Sister Lucy? You mean the Fatima apparitions?”

Joe nodded. “Yes. She said, ‘The errors of Russia will spread throughout the world, causing wars and persecutions of the Church. The good will be martyred, the Holy Father will have much to suffer, and various nations will be annihilated.’ She wasn’t just talking about ideology, Nelly. She was talking about the spiritual consequences of an atheistic government.”

Nelly’s expression darkened. “She believed atheism was the worst kind of government?”

Joe’s gaze was steady. “She did. Sister Lucy said, ‘An atheistic government is the worst of all, because it leaves people without any hope, without any anchor in something greater than themselves.’ Under Communism, the state became the god. People were forced to denounce their faith, to betray their neighbors, even their families. The terror killings, the famine, the purges—they weren’t just political. They were spiritual warfare.”

Nelly shivered. “And the Red Symphony ties into this?”

Joe nodded. “Absolutely. The elites behind the scenes used atheism and Communism as tools to break societies. By removing faith, they made people easier to control. Fear replaced hope. Obedience replaced conscience. And the terror killings in the Soviet Union—the Great Purge, the Holodomor—were the ultimate expression of that control.”

Nelly sat back, her thoughts racing. “It’s terrifying to think how calculated it all was. And yet, people today dismiss it as history, as something we’ve moved past.”

Joe sighed. “That’s the conditioning. Mention these connections, and people call you a conspiracy theorist. They’ve been trained to laugh off the truth. But the errors of Russia didn’t end with the fall of the Soviet Union. They’ve spread—through wars, economic manipulation, and the erosion of faith and morality.”

Nelly’s eyes hardened. “Then we have to fight back. If the Red Symphony was about fear and control, then we need a new symphony—one of hope and truth. People need to know the history, the connections, the patterns.”

Joe smiled faintly. “That’s why I told you this, Nelly. You have a voice that reaches millions. Use your music to make people think, to question. Show them the darkness, but remind them of the light. If the errors of Russia were spread through lies, then let’s counter them with truth.”

Nelly looked out at the harbor, her voice resolute. “If they want to call me crazy, let them. If the truth is buried under fear and lies, then it’s worth uncovering. The errors of Russia can’t be the final word.”

As the final notes of Nightcall faded into the night, the two friends sat in silence, their resolve solidifying. The road ahead was daunting, but the fight for truth and freedom was worth it.