I have read Nostradamus´ Prophecies a number of times; yet, this documentary I’ve watched recently added a bit more (suspicion included) to the prop...more
I have read Nostradamus´ Prophecies a number of times; yet, this documentary I’ve watched recently added a bit more (suspicion included) to the prophecy domain. At stake I am referring 80 watercolor images (Vaticinia Nostradami) attributed to the 16th century astrologer Nostradamus, discovered in Rome, in 1994.
Is this manuscript a lost book of Nostradamus?
“The bizarre imagery” seems to find some corroboration in the quatrains long known as his prophecies. One key person involved in the discovery was journalist Enza Massa who commented on this Codex found in the public library of Rome,…but I still have my doubts on the authenticity of the authorship.
Prior to Rome, the manuscript had been in the Vatican, and at least three names have been indicated as authors: Nostradamus and Da Fiori….and a “Pivoli”. Who’s the real one?
The abundance of images portraying Pope Figures made me think on an insider's job; Vatican’s. But this is hypothetical. Many images are “Popes being attacked”….some implying: ”embarrassing texts” for the church under “dire circumstances”.
I’ve read amazing interpretations of these images that range from “rise of the feminine” to “Popes who are Jews”.
More “in tune” with the Nostradamus prophecies are images such as that one with a king and a cleric figure facing the blade; this one interpreted as the beheading of France’s royal heads (King and Queen) after the 1789 Revolution.
Still corroborating Nostradamus prophecies: the death of the husband of Queen Catherine Medicis: Henry II; she, herself, had consulted the astrologer.
The quatrain speaking about a “Pope mocked …death by night” has been attributed to the poisoned Pope Paul I, who had a short leadership of 30 days.
An image portraying a big Pope, under the sun, …and a little Turkish warrior nearby the great ecclesiastical figure had been related to the attacks Pope John Paul II suffered by a Turkish man.
Somehow controversial is this image of the “tower in flames”; some (obviously) made the connection with the 9/11 events,…and the quatrains: “earth shaking fires from the World’s Center …around New City …fruitless war…new red river”.
Other lines like “human devourers of the west” made some believe in an imminent Arabic invasion.
I think there’s plenty of stuff to deal with, especially the symbolical one, but the authorship issue is important as well to be established. Were these images made by Nostradamus? What is the relation of these to his written prophecies? As some imply, due to the limitation of language, did he choose to convey his (terrifying, for some) message through a less categorical way? Why?
Then, if not Nostradamus, whose agenda is this one of so much an “embarrassing “nature to the Vatican? Most important, if these events are to be outplayed in the future: exactly when will they unfold?... one could wonder.
Preliminary note: I have read "Letters on England, Vol. 1 of 2 by Louis Blanc" of Sampson Low,Son and Marston",volume I, published in 1866. Since this...morePreliminary note: I have read "Letters on England, Vol. 1 of 2 by Louis Blanc" of Sampson Low,Son and Marston",volume I, published in 1866. Since this edition is not featured in GR,I have included my review in the present French edition. __________________________________________
Louis Jean Joseph Charles Blanc was a 19th century French politician and historian.
L. Blanc 60 letters cover many topics and areas. They’re excellent; they’re full of mordacity, attesting a well-informed man, himself a kind of journalist while in the years of exile in Britain.
It happened that while in France his socialist reforms were hard to implement after the revolution of 1848; for reasons of security he escaped to Britain, using a false passport, via Belgium.
The letters refer to the period he lived in London: 1847-1862. They were first published in 1866.
As I said, the scope is broad ranging from politics, to foreign policy, to religion (both on Protestantism and Catholicism) and education, and even more trivial issues like the tea, the horses’ races… and some obituary commentaries.
Of personal relevance to me were his political analyses of the British political system. Next I approach some.
(Albert, Victoria and their nine children, 1857)
She was named Victoria, in the time of LB. He wrote about her: she possesses “virtues” no doubt:”a good mother …and attached to the husband”. The English people:”love and respect her”. Yet he hints at some ongoing “mediocrity” in the system: hypothetically they wouldn't cope with an Elizabethan genius or one like Catherine of Russia. “In a word she honestly earns her right of reining by dint of not governing”.
As to the Prince-consort he was even more critical, apparently a “doer of nothing" type (far niente) but “meddling in things that not belong to his province”.
In another letter LB, shows his skepticism on monarchy:” The king of England is invested with the power of making peace and war” BUT “to what this power is reduced if the will of the king happens to be opposed to that of the House of Commons…the right of voting is a weapon of incalculable power”. Reticence is made as well to other powers of the king: choice of ministers…dissolution of parliament etc.
Almost laughable are his views on the mayor of London. Upon knowing his many “functions” (markets, municipal militia, port…) LB commented: “…but are these his actual function? no”.”This lord mayor was invented to realize the conception of Rabelais. His administration means indigestion”.
LB appeared to be well updated on several world causes: Italy’s unity, Syria religious question (druzes and Christians), the Ionian isles…Poland,…China,... and America.
The latter nation is approached in several letters. LB acknowledged “some reason” in the writer of ”Uncle Tobin’s cabin”: Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe . She was complaining with bitterness about the English “indifference (“towards the “federalists cause”): who “remains a cold spectator of the movements of the northern states”; better:” she leans towards the southern states”. Personally LB met 3 American men in London (one in the diplomatic profession) and got their views on the issue. Only one gave heart and soul to the southern men, he concluded.
LB was well aware of the interwoven nature, in his time, of this duo: Education-Religion. So he wrote:”… the object at stake is the salvation of the soul! And these worthy people do not seem to have the slightest idea that to be able to read this Bible and Prayer Book, a man must first have learned to read”.
“That the English these latter days have done much more for Ireland than at any former period of their history is true but it is not less true that the native country of O’Conell is one of the most miserable countries in the globe. And yet whatever the fault of the Irish who will deny the aptitude of such an intelligent race to become happy!”.
I didn’t read his views on Scotland, but a man with such a mordacity would be needed to comment coming next September referendum on Scotland’s independence.
Royal arms (outside Scotland)
Royal arms in Scotland ------------
Looking beyond all this criticism, one thing cannot escape my commentary: in exile, he had the chance to join other exiles and exercise his freedom of speech. And that he valued so much. In Britain he had the affection of Carlyle and the support of J. Stuart Mill, despite the political divergence.
A curious note: in London LB married a German woman who could not speak French, …nor could LB speak German.
LB returned to France in 1870, where he served as deputy on the extreme left. (less)
It made me recall of Poe and Meyrink's The Golem; enough magic in it and some suspense till the very end of this dark short story.
The narrator is a friend of 40 year old Filiberto, a man found dead, drowned in Acapulco.
Filiberto had been lodged in the Müller’s inn, a cheap one…and his remaining items consist of 200 pesos, a newspaper, lottery tickets and a diary.
The diary is the major source for the reconstruction of the story: what really happened to Filiberto. He’d been expelled from his job as secretary, for the reasons of theft and madness (namely an offer to make it rain in the desert).
The diary tells the narrator that the secretary had bought an Aztec statue called Chac Mool (he had this hobby of collecting them) which he took to his old house.
Things got strange: unexplained yells/lamentations, at night, heard,…flooding in the cellar where the statue lies…and after several days: the statue taking a life of its own: from stone texture to flesh …Chac Mool is alive now.
”Allí estaba Chac Mool, erguido, sonriente, ocre, con su barriga encarnada. Me paralizaban los dos ojillos, casi bizcos muy pegados a la nariz triangular.Los dientes inferiores,mordiendo el labio superior, inmóviles; sólo el brillo del casquetón cuadrado sobre la cabeza anormalmente voluminosa, delataba vida*. Chac Mool avanzó hacia la cama; entonces empezó a llover”.
Friendly first, the creature tells old stories (of plants, deserts and equatorial rains) to Filiberto…but it will become demanding, …slapping the house owner,…threatening him to kill him with a thunder ray.
Soon Filiberto will become a prisoner of this creature who leaves at night to catch cats and dogs for his subsistence. The “dark” house has neither water nor electricity; no bills paid.
Filiberto fears the creature may become human. Maybe it depends on water to survive. So, one night he escapes, heading towards Acapulco, the Müllers cheap inn.
The narrator, now in charge of the body of Filiberto and his funeral decides he’s got to visit the old house, presumably empty. At the door step he meets one yellowish Indian, of a “repulsive look”, who tells him….he knows about it all, he can take Filiberto’s body to the cellar.
Now that Filiberto is dead,he's believed.
A mild dark story with some interesting reflections on Mexico's distant and more recent past.
"Que sino fuera mexicano, no adoraria a Cristo,y—No, mira,parece evidente. Llegan los españoles y te proponen adores a un Dios, muerto hecho un coágulo, com el costado herido, clavado en una cruz. Sacrificado. Ofrendado. ¿Qué cosa más natural que aceptar un sentimiento tan cercano a todo tu ceremonial, a toda tu vida?... Figúrate, en cambio, que México hubiera sido conquistado por Budistas o mahometanos. No es concebible que nuestros índios veneraran a un individuo Que murió de indigestión.
Pero un Dios al que no le basta que se sacrifiquen por él,sino que incluso va a que le arranquen el corazón, ¡caramba, jáque mate a Huitzilopochtli ! El cristianismo, en su sentido cálido, sangriento, de sacrificio y liturgia, se vuelve una prolongación natural y novedosa de la religión indígena. Los Aspectos de caridad, amor y la otra mejilla, en cambio, son rechazados. Y todo en México es eso: hay que matar a los hombres para poder creer en ellos".
--- * this description fits in some way Golem's: (less)
Rilke, the lonely German-language poet, but not really a German, rather an exile for 10 years,...possessor of nothing,but his langu...moreNotes collected
Rilke, the lonely German-language poet, but not really a German, rather an exile for 10 years,...possessor of nothing,but his language, shows a young man how a "masterpiece of art" can be accomplished and last for long.
It appears that Rilke had been approached by a poet asking for a critical view of his output. Yet Rilke's standing was not critical at all; he rather preferred a hearty (almost paternal) reply. So he advised the young poet to look inside instead of seeking others views and critics.
"Turn yourself inwards", was the sort of reply I am talking about; "investigate the cause for your writing"...seek its "roots" in your own heart. "Should I write"? ..if the young man gets a "yes",from his nightly meditations, then the next steps should be:
-don't approach general motives or love letters but, -get close to Nature...focus on your own life,...your thoughts.. your "faith in any form of beauty" -and say it with the uttermost "sincerity".
"you [Raphael] neither desire wealth nor greatness"
More had been assigned by King Henry VIII to get to Flanders. In Brussels he's go...more
"you [Raphael] neither desire wealth nor greatness"
More had been assigned by King Henry VIII to get to Flanders. In Brussels he's got a dear friend named Peter,who introduces More to this philosopher/traveller called Raphael Hythloday. His four voyages have been published; he's Portuguese by birth and knows a lot about nations and countries.He's been to Ceylon, India and many other places.
But More is puzzled :how such a man is not serving under a monarch....why not to apply his thoughts to public affairs?
Raphael replies he's been under the equator...much further than the deserts ...and further away in a place where men know about astronomy and other subjects. The Philosopher says:"now I live as I will". He knows about the "laws and manners of the Utopians".But he knows also about those "proud" rulers of Britain,...in church and state.
Prospero and his daughter Miranda "stranded" in an island after shipwreck; it's been years, he explains her how he got betrayed by h...more Notes collected:
Prospero and his daughter Miranda "stranded" in an island after shipwreck; it's been years, he explains her how he got betrayed by his brother back in Milan. It's about time to get things straight vis-a-vis the King of Naples and brother Antonio,so "perfidious" a character.
Prospero is also a Magician,and a lover of books.He "owns" a slave named Caliban, whose mother was the witch Sycorax.For some time, though rebelliously, Caliban serves Prospero.
Under Prospero's command is also a spirit (both of the water and fire elements) called Ariel. The magician had freed him from a 12 -year confinement in "a cloven pine" performed by Sycorax. Ariel wants freedom,but so far he, too, obbeys to Prospero. He successfully wrecked/flammed a ship with mariners and royal figures. A task ordered by prescient Prospero.
Now he witnesses the rendez-vous between young royal Ferdinand and Miranda. Ferdinand thinks she's a "goddess". She finds him "noble". Meanwhile Ariel, now masquerading as a water nymph,invisible, had been charmingly singing to Ferdinand: "full fathom five...thy father lies" [in the bottom of the ocean].
"...I loved my books,he furnished me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom" -Prospero,in The Tempest; by Shakespeare
This sh...more "...I loved my books,he furnished me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom" -Prospero,in The Tempest; by Shakespeare
This should be the GR sort of brand: the value of books. Recently,I’ve watched the movie (The Old Man Who Read Love Stories by Rolf de Heer) with the same title of the book.
-what? 60 years old? Maybe,…he guesses he’s older than that. Antonio Bolivar is the slightly-illiterate-guy now living in the Amazon. He came with wife, but she died a while…a long while ago.
He finds himself living in a hut with a craving for books. Tentatively reading and spelling and thinking hardly about MEANING. We witness his dabbling over the “Lovers of the forgotten garden”…some lines read,… a lot pondered. Words have weight…and a flavor per se,…. AB savors.
AB contemplates a radiant future: “I am able to read till I am 100 years old”.
To read books he’s got to ask for them; from the Alcaide’s office, or from a friend, the dentist. AB owns nothing, but…a great communion with nature.
The village he’s living in (El Idilio) has been plagued with strange deaths; people start wondering about the role of a jaguar.
The Alcaide of the place establishes a deal with Bolivar: you kill the jaguar and you get your hut with a certificate of property (ownership). It seems fair enough. AB accepts the challenge; he “knows” the mind of the jaguar: “you think you know more…I have patience enough, my beauty”.
Out there in the deep jungle, now alone…., AB tries to read in a hut: he cannot; he’s not yet killed the jaguar. He’s got difficulty finding the meaning for the text: “I cannot read!”; -is he afraid? does emotion block thinking?
So he departs straight into the jungle; he’s determined to “capture the courage” of the animal, using the Indians way: the bamboo tube with the poisoned arrow. He throws away his gun.
Now he’s got a home of his own…and a company: the Alcaide’s secretary; she’s supplying him the food for his thoughts and heart: books. ______ *hey,I didn't mean HE KILLED THE BEAST; let's just say he has unraveled the situation.(less)