L'Eglise Aristotelicienne Romaine The Roman and Aristotelic Church

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- Assumption of Christos

From the Life of Christos:
The troop of legionaries was assembled around Christos, with Ponce and the chief pagan at the head, horsed. All went up, in a slow train, toward the hill of the condemned… An increasingly large crowd, [...] followed them [...]
With Christos, they took along two others, also condemned to public execution; these were named Black and Decker. These criminals were to be quartered. .[...]Christos was whipped for more than an hour by the guards, but not a cry ever escaped from his mouth.[...]
Then, the torturers scoffed at his faith and insulted God, hoping to unchain his anger. But he never answered them, even when they girded him with cords that they tightened with pulleys according to the wishes of the large priest. [...]They ordered then for the crucifixion to take place.
They nailed Christos on a large wood cross that they then hoisted up on the hill. And Christos was found there above all, dominating the other human ones… Such as a lamb, he had been sacrificed on the altar of the established order because he called into question the society of the time and its false values.
Christos died after hours of anguish… anguish during which he prayed to The Most High and looked down on the men below. It was the evening, when the air chilled and the sky darkened, that he gave up his soul with a sigh.
Then, from the sky, a large ray of light pierced the dark and threatening clouds and haloed the body of Christos. Without causing this halation to disappear from sight, the skies were reflected to thunder, and, suddenly, from the sky, terrifying flashes of lightning came to strike the ground as though punishing it for having let this atrocious crime be perpetrated… In an appalling outburst of the violence of the elements, a beating rain was made in its turn to fall, driving the Romans from the hill of the condemned and soaking the ground, washing it clean of the blood of Christos; this blood which one saw soon streaming down the hillock, mingled with the blood, the sweat and the tears of the other condemned as well.
But after a moment, nature calmed down, the rain ceased, the flashes stopped, the rumbling thunder fell silent and the clouds moved off, overcome by the growing ray of light that now flooded the hill.
At this point in time we saw appearing, in this beneficent halation, a cloud of celestial angels. All came down from the sky with great grace, flying with the utmost distinction. They took the body of the Messiah, guide and mirror of the divinity, and hoisted it to the skies, taking it along to join the throne of God.

(Book 2, Vita of Christos, chap. XVI)

- Festival of Friendship

From the Vita of Christos:
The meal occurred very merrily, as all the guests were happy to celebrate the beginnings of the new Church of Aristotle. But [...] the eyes of Christos contained a strange expression, full of sadness and melancholy. [...]
Christos, who felt his end approaching, looked at me with an upset expression, that still causes me tremors in the throat at the hour that I write these lines.
“Samoht,” he said to me, “when I have died, travel the world and spread the good news as I have asked of you. And when you are an old man, then write my history so that it is known and heard. Retain it well, for I would not say it twice… Hold… I hear already the guards arrive.”
And indeed, the ground trembled under the weight of the sandals of legionaries. The discussion ceased then, giving way to an anxious silence. An officer and his guards entered the room. At the side of the officer was Daju, and this last pointed to Christos with his finger while saying: “It is him! It is him! Great bearded, there, the very large one! Same as a match before kindling, one could say! He has just plotted against the established order.”
Then, the guards threw themselves on Christos [...] they seized him and forced him roughly out of the room.
Having arrived in the office of the Procurator, he looked at us and questioned us: “Which of you is it that is made to be called Christos?”
We both answered, without hesitation: “It is I, Roman!”
Yes, my dear children, I loved Christos so much that I wished to undergo his punishment in his place and this is why I tried to attract suspicion on myself… but I was not equal to the greatness of my claim: Ponce was not deceived, for he had opposite him a large and beautiful man and a sad young rebel. It is thus natural that he addressed himself to Christos in these terms: “So, you are he that is called the Messiah, the guide, the mirror of the divinity? And you disturb the order of the city?”
“You have said it, buffoon!” Christos answered.
“Listen,” said Ponce, “since you have arrived in Jerusalem, the city began going badly. The bread is stale, the vegetables withered, the fish smelly, and the meat nauseating. All this because, now, people want to do nothing but listen to you. Moreover, you weaken the power of Rome and our pagan worship by saying all these stupid, ridiculous things about love, and all these things that people should not believe! Now, I have just received a complaint from the head of the pagan priests; it appears that you treated yourself to his flask! This is a pretty problem!”
The figure of Christos smiled before answering: “Yes, I know it. Your Empire looks like a paddle wheel. Each mechanism is in the place that is appropriate to him by his birth, and regularly achieves the task for which he was created. And you benefit from that by controlling the people, and forcing them to work for indecent wages. However, here I am, one who brings the truth; it is not surprising that I should inconvenience you… I know it very well. Moreover: The first which says the truth, he will be assassinated!”
Ponce says then: “What, you do not approve of slavery? Even as it is exerted on other tribes that hold it also?”
“No,” affirmed Christos, “solidarity must now exceed the simple framework of the city! We all are human and in that we are the creatures of God. For this reason to make a vagrant to work in the mine for less than 17 coins is a shame, even if it comes from another City. And to make it sweat for less than 18 coins, by making it kill calf, cow or pig, is a scandal!”
Ponce was aggravated… He declared then: “Christos, you will be banished. Now you are released. Following business: Kramer versus Kramer. Ah, and do not forget to release Bar-Tabac, it is the day of amnesty today. ”
Then, Christos was astonished by the sentence, and pronounced these words: “Procurator! You can banish me, but in whatever city that I will be in, I will act always thus, and will become the same danger to the plenitude of the Empires and the Republics which constitute the world.”
Ponce was exceedingly angry and answered him: “Since you think yourself so wise, and since I have now heartburn, you will be crucified like the agitators, and in addition, since you have wasted my time and disturbed my digestion, you will be tortured. It was not necessary to seek me!”
Then the Procurator noticed my presence, and he had pity on me in my youth, seeing me in tears. He turned to one of his guards and said to him: “I do not care about this one, just take him outside!”
But Christos caught me by the sleeve and had time to whisper in my ear: “My body will undergo a thousand torments, but it is so that your heart does not have to undergo them. When you pray to The Most High, devote the bread and the wine to friendship, symbols of my flesh and my blood, in order to never forget my sacrifice for you. Also pay homage to those who, by their virtue, will be an example in your eyes of the love that is due to God. In truth, there is no more beautiful homage to God than to love without anything to gain in return.”

(Book 2, Vita of Christos, cap. XIV-XV)
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