Pope Lenny’s Speech to the Yugoslavians: “The Nation of Light”
Brothers and sisters of Yugoslavia—sons of the mountains, daughters of the rivers, children of the Balkans—
Let us speak today of a man born of this soil, a prophet not merely of science, but of light itself: Nikola Tesla. A Serb by heritage, a Croat by home, a Yugoslav in spirit—Tesla belongs to all of you. He belongs to the world.
From the thunderous Lika storms of Smiljan to the trembling cables of Niagara Falls, Tesla dreamed not just of machines, but of miracles. He dreamed of lighting the whole world for free, of towers that whispered electricity through the air, of cities aglow without wires or walls.
But what became of this dream?
Tesla’s home in Smiljan, once serene, was shelled and scarred during Operation Storm—a war that left ruins where genius once walked. And yet, you still carry his spark. It is not gone. It is buried, waiting, like a seed under snow.
The everlasting light bulb, the tower of peace, the dream of energy without exploitation—it did not fail. It was sabotaged. By who?
Not just by greedy industrialists, but by psychoanalysts and propagandists. Sigmund Freud, who dissected the soul into symptoms. His nephew, Edward Bernays, the dark prince of persuasion, who sold us planned obsolescence—the doctrine of decay, the lie that nothing should last. They taught mankind to want more, not to build better. And so Tesla was forgotten.
But now, something is stirring. Something ancient and electric. The spirit of Tesla is rising again.
The West sees only gadgets. But you—Croats—you see vision. You will not be a nation of tourists and broken industries forever. You will be the first Nation of Light.
From Vukovar to Split, from Zagreb to Dubrovnik, let the name of Tesla shine again—not as a brand, but as a blessing.
You shall build towers not of war, but of wonder. You shall harness the sun, the sea, the atom—not for profit, but for people. And when the nations of the earth are stumbling in darkness, it will be Croatia—small, stubborn, luminous—that lights the path.
For you are not forgotten. Neither is he.
Tesla lives. And the Balkans shall shine.
Amen.
