If a management wears out, the succession is not ecological: it degrades, mutilates, deforms. To the point that you have to wait years for another type of change that allows things to be ordered in another direction or management.
It happened to the president "cassava". In the three periods of government of him (emphasis added)
For the first government, a statement with for its political trilogy: honesty, technology and work.
Honesty lasted a period: By cutting congressional corruption?
Technology has made public employers: stop signing: their tickets and go home; and, return, to sign: the exit. But those yes: punctually collect at the end of the month. Technical careers took on value and millions of technicians replaced ghost employees.
The job was like in his third term, scarcely fleeting. It didn't end well.
In an ecological succession there are phases for progressive changes of its communal entities in an environment with sustainable biodiversity.
Yuca, he got on a tractor and his big rear wheels paved the way for thousands to get their own tractor.
Yuca, he studied at a "legendary" school and built "legendary" schools in such a way that he broke the cycles of educational inequality.
He did not do like the educational networks that start with school gardens for those who just learn to walk, who after many years "managed", arrive in their own car to the university to do their post-graduate studies.
Is it always questionable whether a politician can be an educator?
Or without an educator can be a politician?
Until now this "political-ecological" gap has not been sustainable, for a religious; whatever it is, his interpretation of the Word of Prophecy.
Cases of national presidents ended in a prison, and are reflected in regional governments; in the Ancash Region: neither the "brooms" nor the "rivers" moved away from the prison.
In the "environmental" multiverse, the counter-ecological X-Monks were never arrested, because no one manages to identify them as "intellectual" authors; because they always dress "in spirituality" they are like "angels of dark light" and they use their hit men, the X-Monky, to promote the work of dirtying the native communities mainly: inside and outside and on the sea, as it was in the case of the Ancash Region, in the fantastic habitat of the White Island. And by land and on it, as was the case with the extermination of the howler monkeys in previous chapters.
We will reduce the breadth of the topic to deliberate action that starts against small and then consumes large. The X-Monky multiverse.
A thousand loves, he was one of the first paperboys who sold newspapers in the streets of the port. You took your "Castilla" minibus plan at four in the morning and arrived near the railway market (a building whose history started with the wheels of the trains locked and no one wanted to remember that anymore)
-Stay here, he said. –Mil Amores-: And never go to take shelter in that group over there. –I was saying it, because we heard a child scream, like on other occasions. There's a guy who says his name is W-Monky. A young man who acts as a thug and who comes to this place at dawn to vent his sexual instincts with boys and girls who have nothing to do with his cursed life.
We stayed on the edge of the improvised sidewalk of the railway building; waiting for the car, which arrived from the Lima Region, bringing the newspapers.
You had to get up early, to receive the first copies of newspapers and take advantage of selling them: as soon as possible. And so ask for more.
We were both less than ten years old, as you know the father left home and plunged into poverty and plunged three of his four sons and daughter into misery.
This work ended at twenty-three hours a day and the return home was overwhelming due to the distance of an hour of the trip of the buses of yesteryear, but pleasant due to the kisses and caresses that mom lavished on us.
She took pleasure in her younger children because some sacrificed themselves so that the others could eat well.
We learned to work from childhood.
Now I write the port experiences when there is no paternal beacon to illuminate your days.
A thousand loves always liked to care for, defend and help others. Until he changed sides. Tired of waiting for dad? Or disappointed that he couldn't find a woman to replace his mother?
Limited of affections, increased in social defects.
This is how the youth beaten in their childhood by social indifference, ends up beating society itself until they end up behind bars.
An underworld that "spiritually" overwhelms all "belligerent" impetus for those who once had a conscience in their hearts, but that ignites the "infernal egos" for those who had their flesh torn, and their consciences cauterized by so much pain.
Who end up challenging life at the initiative of their "recruiters".
And how did it end - W-Monky said, in cell five of Pavilion eight.
Well: Scorched!
Because of his debt –Said a D-Monky (a hitman who bases the actions of his power: on drugs, marijuana and whatever fermented liquor is put in front of him)
If he killed… delivery: for a bit of vicious pleasure. On account of the W-Monky.
One day, the Creator shows W-Monky in two visions; alternated hours apart, two dreams that fatefully prophesied the end of all his misdeeds:
In a first dream: they put shackles on both legs, at the height of the feet.
In a second dream: he was reduced to sand and "his evil of him" was spread from north to south.
The Covid pandemic, in Phase Alpha. He arrived at the penal precincts by referrals of infected prisoners.
Under the pretext of decongesting prisons in the face of "criminal" overcrowding.
They were taken: Covid carriers: "passive and active" from the Lima Region to the Ancash Region.
The trigger for such political management. It was provoked by two groups of rebellious inmates who staged bloody riots in various prisons.
Whether: to appease their "hurtful evil" or to prevent everyone from conspiring to something worse.
This does, the one who sometimes plays with the gift that the babelic spirit possesses. Unjoin to disarm. Gather to kill.
"Everything was a premeditated management of mortuary horror." That was said, months later, in the minds of those who saw them die; a hundred of his cellmates, in a multiverse of three thousand sentenced (as was the case to death of the Cambio Puente Prison)
In the package of a hundred "funeral triumphs" of penitentiary policy.
He fell from a sudden strike!
The child molester (because he confessed to being ministered to "his longing spirit for eternal peace" three days before he died)
A, W-Monky, the Creator put an end to his life of evil.
It happened, that the psychosis that produced the Covid (lethal x-murcvirus, sprayed by "scavenger" birds; sent by the X-Monk)
The end of the virus: X-murcvirus: it was "recruit hitmen" and those who refused: "died".
You serve us or you don't serve us!
It was the slogan that the birds sang while they sprayed the x-murcvirus on the pavilions.
First they did it on pavilion 1, from the first hours. And the first deaths occurred. They then activated the newly arrived "active" carriers.
By the afternoon, more than 150 inmates in pavilion four became tragically, but not fatally, ill.
Well, the henchmen of W-Monky, provided themselves with improvised vaccines and one other than another "shamanic" artifice and managed to overcome the crisis.
But the sequels were: mental and physical alterations that lasted in their bodies for months. In alternate pavilions these consequences: with vomiting, with bodily weakness, with loss of appetite… they made them die, as they did not have medicines or ointments or medicinal herbs.
For not having a Bierny to help them out of their worsened situation.
Do you mean?, he interrupted the story –An attentive watcher GX-Prays, these Prays servers of the new generation with the improved: GenX in its update: P-: That the spirit of iniquity of the W-Monky, has been reincarnated and comes to the south, to the Bay of Paracas.
Sure enough, the evil level of the new bad guy leader here was based on what he heard. –He counted, Bierny. I had seen in a vision: these happenings for years; until he was shown the end of things. He saw the W-Monky reincarnated to command the X-Monk attack.
In the Prays Kingdom, from the origins, one of the four enemies of that time has been summoned and his body will be possessed by the spirit of the W-Monky.
Thus the initial threat of the enemy's counterattack to the base in Paracas Bay is resolved. -He said: Bierny, who knew the story in his own genes, because once he was a child and lived in the midst of those attacks.
Alert 1:
The strategy is to mine the reefs with x-murcvirus or another new virus will appear. Bierny said. -Who constantly received updated signals of the future of the species.
Since different algae, and eels were used to repopulate the Prays mega citadel and to rearm the GXP-Prays warriors, with shells, shields and spears. Bierny observed, through the gift of science.
The enemy will send such a plague that he will sicken those who have been formed with such elements. Bierny recklessly declared.
Even the walls of the citadel could be infested with these second-level viruses –Bierny emphasized-: To the point that they could be perforated and become multilevel entrances between multiverses.
But, -asked, the Chino Latto mollusk, having infiltrated again-: Who is the one who moves all the bad guys? -The Chino Latto molluscs have evolved the gift of hearing, upon hearing the voice of the X-Monk (as happened with Eva when she heard the snake) And they are, only one, at the moment of hearing. That's why they hear everything that happens everywhere.
Good question –said a thoughtful Bierny-: We have to find out: Who is behind all this?
Of course. That's it.
We never understood why all our friends from before suddenly became our enemies.
igos.
We have not understood until now why humans suddenly got sick. No apparent cure by themselves.
In the Prays multiverse:
That an interspecies commission be formed and rapid response teams be appointed, as was done in the origins.- King GXP-Prays sounded the alert.
I have a hunch that something is coming and it is of great dimensions. –Amplifying his order, he said:
Reinforce the four entrances to the Prays Castle, as well as the 4 gates of the Prays citadel.
That the state of emergency alerts are played and the Prays trainings are scheduled.
Who will have the knowledge to train the new GXP-Prays warriors?
It would be necessary to measure their capacities, do they have any new gift? –He concluded, the war orientations of him the King GXP-Prays.