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Hagiography of St. Dominique
Dominique was born in 1302 in Chinon in Anjou. Daughter of pious Aristotelian parents, her aunt was the Mother Superior of the Convent of the Aristotelian Sister of Chinon.
Influenced by the precepts of Aristotle and Christos throughout her childhood, she decided, at the age of 15 years, to join her aunt at the convent and do monastic chores.
She plunged into the study of sacred texts and quickly became the most educated of the sisters. The Mother Superior then gave her the burden of the celebration of masses for 25 years, the registrar within the convent, and the task of teaching her companions, tasks for which her theological scholarship was appreciated by her sisters.
Her knowledge of the Scriptures was such that the parish priest of Chinon often came to see her and study with her.
Aristotle bore a sincere friendship for these two people that were dedicated to the fulfilment of God's work.
Quickly, the parishioners of Chinon began to come and seek her advice on how they should lead their lives to follow the path of God.
When her aunt died in 1335, as expected, she was elected by the sisters to their new Mother Superior.
But then disaster struck France when the terrible 100 years war began.
Chinon was invaded and conquered by the English ...
Anarchy spread, cities were paralyzed by fear.
However, at Chinon, the reassuring presence of Mother Dominique made the Aristotelian believers gather around her in hope and prayer.
The priest of Chinon, who was much loved, died in turn.
And in these times of trouble, away from Rome and the bishop of Angers, who had to flee his diocese, parishioners of Chinon were left withouta priest ...
The impossible happened. Although it was prohibited in those days for women to hold a parish or celebrate the sacraments, parishioners begged Dominique de Chinon to become their pastor.
This petition greatly disturbed Dominique, who went into prayer asking God to enlighten her. That's when the Archangel Galadriel appeared in her dream and said:
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Dominique, God did not want women to be excluded from the priesthood. He made man and woman equal. That is why both men and women should be able to devote their lives to God in the same conditions, and therefore achieve the same charges in His Church.
God does not want any more of this discriminatory attitude towards women.
Dominique, you're the example of women worthy of the highest offices. Therefore, you will be an example for generations to come.
Dominique, trust your faith and heed the requests of your parishioners.
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In the morning, Dominique met her parishioners and agreed to become their pastor.
She fulfilled her role with such Aristotelian fervour: gave sermons from her own wisdom, her piety, and her Aristotelian friendship, that her name finally reached the ears of Rome.
Word then began to spread in Rome about the priest of Chinon, named Dominique, that she drew crowds in Anjou, that this priest was a beacon amid the horror of war, a glimmer of hope that was caring for thousands of parishioners.
War seemed endless, and Dominique aged ... She soon chose a girl named Karine to be her successor.
Dominique died in 1393. The news brought great sadness to the people of Anjou and there were many who attended the burial ceremony that was celebrated by her disciples.
The news reached Rome, who decided to send an inquiry about this Dominique, who seemed destined for sanctification.
Rome's envoy arrived in Chinon, where he found out the truth about Dominique and was shocked. He decided to take Karine to Rome and be tried and convicted for violating the canon law for occupying the position of a priest, she a mere woman, and thus to have continued the work of the unholy Dominique.
Once in Rome, the process was begun against Karine, who defended Dominique with fervour, recounting what she had done. The Cardinals were so struck by the sincerity of this this girl that they decided to investigate.
For many years, Karine fervently defended Dominique, and she summoned the parishioners of Anjou to corroborate the facts she recounted.
And finally, it was in 1418, at the end of the Council of Constance, that Dominica was declared a Saint. The Church then recognized then that women should be welcomed to the Church and be given offices equally.
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Hagiography of St. Dwywai
In 1455, two Launcestonian scholars - digging through documents in the church archive - unearthed historical accounts of a remarkable woman from their home town. Working together, they pieced her story together from the tattered pieces of parchment.
The Life of Dwywai the Ecstatic
Patronage: acrobats, brewers, epileptics, executioners, gravediggers, lepers, librarians, mental illness, peasants, possessed people, pyromaniacs, spontaneous human combustion, town drunks, village idiots.
INTRODUCTION
Today all humanity unites in celebrating a triumphant conqueror in the assembly of Jah's ministers; this feast signifies Dwywai's everlasting remembrance, a most blessed and holy woman who redeemed so many barbarian beer vats from spoilage. Let us weave, as it were, a garland of words over her sacred brow and greet her with the due mead of praise on the anniversary of her joyous passing into the angels' paradise.
HER HAGIOGRAPHY
The Childhood of Dwywai
Dwywai was born in Launceston, County Cornwall, England. Her father Urien, a local butcher, was well known for his explosions of violent rage. Her mother, Nyfein, a beauty unrivalled throughout the county, had long hair the color of malted grain. A savoury odour of flowering hops wafted from her lips, which were as plump and red as the froghoppers that ravaged the vines. Dwywai adored Nyfein and would often "shadow" her throughout the home brewing process, tugging at her long braid whenever she had questions. Nyfein told her friends and neighbors that they should drink ale instead of water for its "gift of health," advice that Dwywai would echo in her adolescence.
When Dwywai was only nine years old, her parents exchanged harsh words in his workshop, and her father was seen pelting his wife with slabs of unbutchered meat. Urien was heard by several villagers threatening to behead his wife with a meat cleaver. Nyfein fled into the fog of the Bodmin Moor and, as she was never seen again, many feared that she was eaten by the phantom Beast of Bodmin. Rumours persisted that the butcher followed his wife into the mist and made good on his threats.
Distressed by the loss of her mother, Dwywai became increasingly prone to violent seizures and even involuntary levitation. She climbed trees during hailstorms, darted into flaming ovens, and scaled church spires crackling with thunderbolts and electrical sparks (when she did not levitate outright) in dramatic attempts to escape her father's scandal, which she could smell* on his person. When Urien could no longer bear his daughter's presence, he sent her away to live in the nunnery of Tarrant-Kaines in Dorset.
Sister Dwywai and the Miracles at Tarrant-Kaines
Dwywai adapted well to life at Tarrant-Kaines. She retreated into the comforting aroma of the brewery, perfecting the craft she had learned from her mother. During her time at the Abbey, the taste and quality of the beer is said to have improved dramatically, as if the vats were blessed by Jah himself. The faithful travelled to the Abbey from throughout Dorset to taste the miraculous brew, and the Abbey was able to sustain itself through its brewing operations. Brewers throughout England began to recite Dwywai's prayer, hoping it would produce the same results:
Bless, O Jah, this creature beer, that Thou hast been pleased to bring forth from the sweetness of the grain: that it might be a salutary remedy for the human race: and grant by the invocation of Thy holy name, that, whosoever drinks of it may obtain health of body and a sure safeguard for the soul. Through Christos. Amen.
Some of the nuns believed that the beer should be reserved for sales to lay Aristotelians as it was too rich to be part of their simple lives; they sipped water to quench their thirst. Dwywai claimed she could smell the taint of sin in the Abbey's drinking water and urged the sisters to drink only ale, but her pleas did not convince them. One morning, when she was delivering bandages to the infirmary, Dwywai observed that the sick sisters were none other than those who drank only water. She beseeched the Mother Apothecary to serve them beer instead, and the sisters returned to good health almost immediately. At the time, this event was regarded as a miracle, but modern science way scholars know that Dwywai saved countless lives from such ills as the black plague by encouraging them to drink only water heated and filtered during the brewing process.
She quickly learned to read and spent much of her time in the Scriptorium absorbing the few writings the Abbey had in its collection. One of the older sisters taught her to write, and she soon learned to copy the elegant script used in the official documents. In unused areas of the parchment, she drew crude representations of Christos, Aristotle, and the saints using coloured inks she made from plants and clays of the earth. The Head Librarian encouraged her efforts, and Dwywai was eventually asked to illustrate the altar manuscript.
Sheltered within the Abbey, Dwywai's spirit and nerves were calmed, and she felt as pure and hopeful as she had before the disappearance of her mother. She grew into a beautiful woman whose goodness seemed to radiate about her. When she toiled in the hops fields singing softly to herself, pilgrims and other travelers would stop to watch her. Word soon spread of her extraordinary beauty and brewing abilities.
The Martyrdom of Dwywai
Back in Cornwall, Urien scoured the county for a suitable and equally beautiful replacement for Nyfein. In Exeter, he heard stories of his lovely daughter and knew that she had acquired her mother's countenance. Driven mad by his desires, he made the journey to Tarrant-Kaines carrying little other than his meat cleaver, lest his long-lost daughter resist his advances.
Dwywai was seeding the hops field when she saw him approach. At once, she ran into the cold cellar and hid from him there, amid the immature brews. When Urien arrived at the nunnery, the Abbess met him at the door and denied him entry, though she pledged to find Dwywai and bring her outside the Abbey to meet with him. A thorough search of the grounds was conducted, and it took several hours to find the sister. Dwywai explained her fears to the Abbess, who agreed to help her escape. Though she generally resisted baths for fear of the impure water, Dwywai was quite willing to submerge herself in a vat of beer. Dwywai was carried out of the cellar inside the vat, which was then loaded onto a pilgrim's cart that would be return to Dorchester soon.
In Dorchester, the vat was opened, and Dwywai was discovered. The once-pious pilgrim was overwhelmed with lust at the sight of the ale-soaked Dwywai, and he grabbed at her sinfully. Instantly, she was overcome by religious ecstasy so severe as to be cataleptic, and witnesses believed that she died. During her funeral, she suddenly recovered and levitated to the roof of the church. The priest ordered her to descend, and she obeyed, landing on the altar.
She lived in Dorchester for the remainder of her life. Now exiled from the calming presence of the Abbey, the horrors of her childhood resurfaced. The stench of sin on her neighbours so disturbed her that she would sleep on rocks, levitate, spend long periods of time in the tombs, or even surround herself by flames to escape it. Miraculously, none of these acts harmed her. She encouraged the peasants to avoid water by drinking and bathing only in beer. Believing Dwywai to be a curious gift from Jah, they accepted her pronouncements more readily than her sister nuns had. The idiots of the village were thus transformed into town drunks, with the exception of two dullards who insisted on bathing in boiling cauldrons of oil. Dwywai was said to turn the bathwater of the poorest and most disadvantaged into beer at her touch. Thus, the peasants were spared exposure to the pathogens and impurities of water.
The noblemen could never accept her ecstatic convulsions, however, and were especially troubled by her acts of self-harm. When Dwywai strapped herself to a mill wheel to be dragged, apparently without injury, round and round through the river muck, they claimed that she was "swarming with demons." An executioner was summoned to vanquish her epileptic episodes, and she was grilled alive on a gridiron. Even as he threw snakes and scorpions onto the human flambé, she “lay therein as she had lain in cold water, thanking and loving Jah,” then cried out, “I am already roasted on one side and, if thou wouldst have me well-cooked, it is time to turn me on the other.” After sizzling on the griddle for ten days, she took flight with nary a scorch mark since she had learned her fire-eating techniques from children fleeing burning orphanages. She is credited by learned scholars of the church way with having started the flagellation craze, in which monks whipped their backs to rid their hair-shirts of snout weevil infestations.
The Relics of Dwywai
One night, while rolling around in a nail-spiked beer barrel, Sister Dwywai exploded – the first recorded case of spontaneous human combustion. For many centuries, relic hunters claimed her smouldering legs fetched twelve more treasure chests than Saint Dymphna’s head, due to their curious habit of floating away from the auction floor. The parish church of Holy Hasselhoff in Launceston includes in its vault the right forearm of Dwywai ("the arm with which she stirred the vat") as among its most prized relics. |
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Hagiography of Saint George of Lydda
Saint George is the patron of chivalry and Men-at-Arms. He symbolizes the triumph of good against evil, the victory of the Faith over the nameless creature, and the strength of faith and bravery .
The Duchy of Lyonnais-Dauphiné have made him their patron.
I - Origins
Georges was born about 275 years after Christos in the fruitful Era of the Dispersion of the Faith, to a rich, noble family in the province of Cappadocia. On the death of his father when he was only ten years old, his mother, Polychronia, who had unbeknownst to her husband converted to Aristotelianism, took him to Palestine, her homeland. There, she instilled in him the Virtues of Reason as taught by Aristotle, as well as Faith in the Love of Jah as preached by Christos.
George grew into a young man of fine appearance, quick-witted and with courtly manners . On reaching eighteen, he decided to pursue a military career and entered the Roman armies to defend the peace of the Roman lands and their inhabitants. Very quickly, his valor distinguished him from the others and his superiors appointed him tribune of the praetorian guard. The emperor himself recognized his dedication and courage, raising him to the dignity of prefect.
II - George and the "Dragon" of Béryte
When returning to Cappadocia, after a successful campaign in Mesopotamia against the Persian king Narses, George crossed the region of Béryte, then ravaged by a bloodthirsty and impious army of looters, led by a cruel man named Nahf whose unparalleled barbarity earned him the nickname "Dragon", for in Phoenician, "Nahf" meant "serpent". Nahf’s looters had settled in the neighboring marshes of the city. They were there for several years and had carried out continuous raids on the region, destroying crops and raiding farms. All those who tried to resist them had their eyes gouged out by Nahf and his men. To protect themselves from devastation, the inhabitants decided to offer each day two animals in tribute to appease the Dragon’s looters. However, there came a day when there were no animals left to sacrifice and Nahf recommenced his raids. In desperation, the king of this region agreed to give each day a young woman, drawn by lot, to the brigands to satisfy their basest appetites.
The weeks and months passed until the day came when the daughter of the king, the Princess Alcyone, was chosen to be thrown to the looters. She was tied to a wooden stake facing the marshes and thus abandoned to her sad fate. A few moments later, while Alcyone wept bitterly, a rumbling could be heard. Believing her last hour had come, she was surprised to discover that the sound came, not from the swamps, but the plain extending behind her. Alcyone turned and saw a tall rider clad in shining armor and carrying a spear, who rode his mount to her. Arriving in full splendour, he dismounted and approached Alcyone who could then distinguish the large red cross that adorned his white tabard. The princess begged him to leave her to save his own life, but the rider refused and untied her. He said his name was George and that he had devoted his life to serve Jah and to spread His word among humanity. For George, Nahf was a man perverted by the nameless creature, full of Vices he had sworn to fight and destroy with the help of the Virtues taught by Aristotle and Christos.
Suddenly a roar echoed across the marshes and one hundred men in black robes appeared on horses, advancing in a column like a gigantic undulating body between the putrid puddles. All wore the same armor with scales of olive green and brandished their swords like hundreds of sharp fangs, ready to close in on George and Alcyone. At their head, a massive man stopped them a few yards short of the two figures, on whom he looked furiously. George had never seen a man so vile and loathsome, his shaggy beard swallowed most of his coppery face where only his bloodshot eyes pierced through his leather helmet. He averted his eyes from this despicable sight, but his resolve to confront these infamous looters had not abated. He raised his spear to the heavens and strongly spurred his horse at a gallop towards the "Dragon". Terrifying howls rose from the enemy ranks and as one man, the looters attacked the lone warrior. George found himself caught in the middle of a whirlwind of eyes inflamed with rage and blades. Wherever his glance rested, there was a looter ready to pounce on him, but he held fast while the circle was closing on him, continuing to spur his horse towards that of Nahf. As he was about to be overwhelmed by the human tide, George mobilized all his strength and his faith, to lift his arm anew and plunge his spear in the whirlwind of men and blades that stood before him. A horrific scream was heard, which was answered by cries of panic. Terrified, the looters fled as suddenly as they had appeared, leaving their weapons behind.
Coming out of his warlike exaltation, George saw Nahf lying at his feet, mortally wounded by his spear which lay across his throat. George tied the plunderers’ chief, blackened as much by sin as by earth, to his horse and returned Béryte with princess Alcyone, dragging the "Dragon" behind them. They were greeted with cheers and jubilation by the inhabitants, finally delivered from this terrible calamity. George brought the remains of Nahf before the king who prostrated himself before George and swore that he and his subjects would convert to the Aristotelian Faith. The hero then took the road to Cappadocia.
III - The Martyrdom of Saint George
A few years later, the Emperor of Rome summoned to Nicomedia all the Governors of the Eastern Provinces to convey his decrees against the disciples of Aristotle and Christos. George, feeling that the time had come to publicly confess his faith, distributed his wealth to the poor, freed his slaves and went to Nicomedia to reach the imperial court. He stood in the midst of the assembly and reproached the emperor for the unjust shedding of blood of the innocents of the Aristotelian faithful. Amazed, the emperor ask George about his belief. George replied that he believed in the one and only true god, that Aristotle and Christos had professed, and it was this belief that had guided him here without fear, to address his complaints to the sovereign. The emperor, fearing unrest, offered to cover George with honours if he would agree to sacrifice to the Imperial cult. George refused and said:
"Your kingdom is corrupt and is quickly disappearing into the lunar fog, with no reward for you; but those who offer a sacrifice of praise to the Most High will sit with Him for eternity in the Sun!”
The emperor ordered his guards to beat Georges and they thrashed him. His blood began to flow freely, but George refused to recant his faith. Exasperated, the emperor had him thrown in prison, with a heavy stone on his chest, but the next day when he was taken before the sovereign, the hero continued to decline with the same fortitude. He was therefore tied to a wheel suspended above a crowd of sharp blades which was then turned. The blades wounded him a thousand times, cutting and bruising his flesh, but George remained adamant, overcoming his pain through his faith in Jah's love. Faced with so much courage, two soldiers knelt to confess their Aristotelianism and were immediately beheaded. The Empress declared herself an Aristotelian, and she was locked in the palace.
The emperor ordered George to be thrown into a pit of quicklime. Lime attacked him, burning his body horribly, foul vapors invading his nose and making him choke, but still he refused to recant his faith. The crowd, admiring his continuous bravery, cheered and began to praise the Lord and His prophets. Then he was forced to walk with shoes trimmed with red-hot spikes, but George triumphed again thanks to his faith.
The next day, the emperor summoned George to the temple of Apollo, in the presence of a large crowd. Pretending to be willing to make a sacrifice in honor of the deity, George went into the temple and addressed the idol, crossing himself. The essence of apathy lived within these statues, but in the presence and words of Saint George, they broke apart, releasing a putrid smell that disappeared with a hiss. With loud cries, the priests and pagans drove out George and brought him to the palace. Drawn by the uproar, Empress went out into the crowd shouting "God of George, come to my aid!" and she fell at the feet of the Saint. No longer able to contain his rage the tyrant, whose heart was hardened after so much impiety and cruelty, ordered them both to be beheaded. But on the eve of the execution, while in prison the Empress quietly gave her soul to Jah and died peacefully the next day.
The day came and George went to the scene of execution, followed by a large crowd. He gave thanks to Jah, to Aristotle and Christos for all their gifts and requested their assistance in favoring all, who had faith, who called upon his intercession in the centuries to come. He bowed his neck under the sword and left, carrying to the Sun the trophies of eternal glory. In that moment a great light dawned on the square as his soul joined the eternal and happy life that awaited him.
In accordance with the wishes of the Saint, his servant then carried his precious relics to his homeland, Lydda in Palestine, where countless miracles were performed in the large church built in his honor.
Symbols.
Saint George is traditionally depicted on horseback, often white, with a dragon at his feet, clad in armor, a spear in hand, wearing a crown and carrying a silver standard with a red cross. A spear and red cross on a background of silver are the most common symbols.
The dragon is a representation of Nahf, the head of the army of Persian marauders who ravaged Béryte, whom St. George defeated to save Alcyone and free the people of the region. This image originates from the actual name of Nahf which means "serpent" in Phoenician and he was nicknamed "the Dragon" by the inhabitants of Béryte because of the devastation he caused and his great cruelty. Gradually, the symbolism of this victory became widely used, especially after the martyrdom of St. George: the Dragon became an allegory of Vice, the victory of George became that of Faith over evil. This victory was all the more important and powerful in meaning, since it brought Light to the kingdom of Beirut, being converted by the Aristotelian grace of Saint George.
Saint George's Day.
It is celebrated on April 23
Relics.
The skull of St. George at Lydda (Palestine). The fate of his armour is unknown, and the spear with which he struck Nahf is also lost.
A vial containing his blood is under the protection of the Berasategui Pern family, nobles of the kingdom of Valencia, in exchange for the construction of a memorial in honor of St. George of Lydda where pilgrims can gather.
A cloth soaked in his blood is under the protection of the Archbishop of Tarragona and the clergy of the Castellon parish, which is presented to the faithful during processions.
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Saint Giacomo of Rupinaro
In the region of Rupinaro was born little Giacomo, on November 13, 988, son of Ubaldo Fiorelli and Marzia Antigoni. Ubaldo dies some time after the birth, leaving the orphaned son in tender age and Marzia widow. The latter will be helped by the paternal uncle Francesco who takes care of the child.
At the age of 15, Giacomo spent much of his days in prayer and reading the book of Virtues, and he went out of his way to provide for his family.
Giacomo's life is an example of charity and humility through his virtuous actions that he performs on many occasions, setting an example to others of what God requires. « We must feel the need and the need and we must feed only the essentials! » he has the habit of repeating.
He decides at the age of 18 to take the habit of monk and he lives in the most absolute humility. What he particularly likes is to visit the sick brothers to bring them comfort and assistance.
It is also distinguished by the severe practice of penance: it consumes for example only the food necessary to survive, refusing the sin of gluttony and all that can bring pleasure to the palate.
Until the end of his days Giacomo leads this lifestyle.
One fine day, five bishops question him, he remains for a long time without speaking.
When bishops point out to him that his silence can be a mark of humility but also a lack of charity, he responds : « the Most High continually speaks to us of His Creation, instructs us by means of the Book of Virtues, teaches us what we must do, threatens us with punishments, and promises us divine rewards. What could I add to all this? ».
He lives poorly by mortifying himself, making these acts the salt of his life.
He succours with charity all kinds of miseries and sufferings.
In the biography of the Saint, there is even a miracle which underlines his love for the poor, and which arrived at the beginning of his monastic life.
The witness of this event is a monk named Frank, who at the end of his life tells the brothers that during a strangely harsh winter for his city, he saw in a snowy field near a frozen tree Giacomo with a multitude of poor people.
The intense cold of winter endangers the poor, when thousands of leaves begin to fall from frozen tree branches and slowly begin to cover the needy by heating them. Moments later, these same branches are filled with big juicy fruits.
Giacomo helps all the poor to feed himself and turning to the monk Frank he asks him to be with the other monks of his merciful convent with the poor.
The feast of San Giacomo is celebrated in Chiavari on November 25 in memory of this icy winter where the saint performs his first miracle.
Even today in the city, the saint's orchard is admirable for its wealth and grandeur.
He died on March 3rd of an indeterminate year, probably in 1033. His mortal remains are deposited in the church of Rupinaro, not far from his birthplace. Many years after his death, September 9, 1200, his relics are transported to the chapel of the monastery where he lived. In the first years that followed, he was not the object of a great cult, but in the thirteenth century his veneration grew. In the city soon it became customary to celebrate three solemn Masses dedicated to the memory of the saint: March 3 (anniversary of his death), September 9 (transfer of the relics) and November 25 (commemoration of the first miracle). Translated by Cardinal-Deacon Caillen Jolieen MacKinnon Rose, 1467 |
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Vita of Saint Gregor of Naziance
Patron of the Gregorian Order
Youth and apprenticeship Gregor
It is in 330 after Christos that Saint Gregor of Naziance was born, son of one of the canons of the diocese of Caesarea. From an early age, he was introduced to theology, church science and all that a respectable young man must know. He had a great thirst for knowledge, and kept questioning his tutor, an honorable priest, vigorously. Until the end of his childhood, he remained confined to the family, gradually becoming initiated to Aristotelian rites.
When he had just began his fifteenth year, his father, who was destined to enter the orders, sent him to study in Alexandria, in order to complete the teachings he had received at Caesarea, in the schools of grammarians . Thus, Gregory was embarked aboard a galley which was sailing towards Egypt, and which sailed calmly on the waves. The crossing was quite calm in its early days, but as soon as the boat took off, it was trapped in a violent storm, the power of it impressed young Gregor. When at last he set foot in Alexandria, he was disturbed by what he had experienced, but hurried to begin his studies.
Introduced into the school of Alexandria, he attended every class attentively, and fervently answered the questions of the professors. As soon as he had a little time left, he joined the large library and read, translate, and study the works he had at his disposal. One evening, while decrypting a medical treat in the light of a candle, shouts were heard. The persecutions against the Aristotelians had not diminished, despite the years, and that of the day was one of the most violent. In the streets, the Romans massacred men, women and children, without any distinction. Shortly after, they set fire to the library, whose scrolls ignited and consumed. Under the eyes filled with fear of Gregor, the shelves were falling in an infernal noise. Terrified, he found the courage to escape by one of the last few exits, when he heard the groans of an old man, blocked by the flames. At that moment, no fear was there, he ran and took the man on his shoulders, and managed to get out of the building on fire.
The man he had saved was unconscious, and visibly hurt. Gregor then carried him to the little house he lived in, where he collected him and nursed him for two long weeks. Thanks to his medical knowledge, he managed to treat the burns until their disappearance, exchanging with his guest when he woke up. He fed him, choya, and lodged him for almost a month, until he was finally fully recovered. Friendship and Charity guided his heart, and, expecting no reward other than the cure of his patient, great was his joy to see this one.
His host having finished his work, the old man without was, not without having praised and thanked Gregor for a long time. Thus, he continued his studies in Alexandria, a part of the library that could be saved. But after two years in this city, it seemed good to visit another city, and he left Egypt for Athens. From a very young age, he dreamed of going there because he knew it was where the great Aristotle lived. His journey was much less tumultuous than the last, and he arrived at his destination without incident.
There, he settled in the outskirts of the city, going there regularly to study in the many schools, heirs of the one founded by Aristotle, there were years and years. He learned rhetoric and found the one he had healed. It was a hot afternoon in the middle of the summer when the new professor of Church history was expected, the survivor of Alexandria entered. Gregor, surprised, did not say a word and followed the course attentively, then came to discuss with the new master. This man was called Scorates of Constantinople, and his meeting radically changed Gregor's thinking. Indeed, this one, in his first years, had fled all responsibility and clerical load. He now felt morally ready to lead a community, but he had to finish his studies therefore.
One evening he went home, dined sparingly, and went to bed. But in the night he was awakened by powerful sighs. Opening his eyes, he got up and went to listen to the door of his little house. There was loud noise outside, objects were hitting each other. He opened but did not see anyone. Gregor then passed his head through the gap, and a powerful gust of wind made him come back inside. Believing the apocalypse came, he knelt and prayed for the night. But the wind calmed down, and redoubled even ardor. The roof creaked and flew away as the young man hugged the walls and continued to beg for God's forgiveness. Little by little, however, the power diminished, and at dawn, a great silence had fallen on the surroundings.
Monastic life and contemplation
He then returned to Athens, and related what had happened to him at Scorate, who invited him to live with him. They discussed the principles and values that were dear to them: Knowledge, Friendship, Sharing and Charity. For several years they lived thus, debating regularly on theological or political themes, but a letter brought Gregory back to Caesarea. In fact, he was told in 357 that his father had just passed away, and when he rejoined the family home, he was made to understand that the last wishes of his father were to replace him as a canon. He did not feel himself capable of it yet, so he fled and joined the monastery of one of his childhood friends, Basil. They both pursued the deepening of their knowledge, living frugally, just as any monk had to live.
This atmosphere of meditation was very beneficial to Gregory because he discovered what contemplation was. Few spoke about it, so he tried to put words on what that meant.
| Citation: | | In the cloister of the monastery, only the chicks sing, and the wind blows a light breeze. Nothing else disturbs the wise meditation of the monk until he immerses himself in the contemplation. Then, all that is of material order no longer exists, and he then reaches the divine truth. |
But time passed, and little by little he felt ready to take the lead of a flock of sheep. Following his ordination by Basil, he took advantage of the passage of a merchant caravan and took the road to Caesarea, spending his nights in the desert, meditating and reflecting. While the heat of the day was at its height, rustling was heard in the distance, and a powerful shook the ground. Thrown down from his mount, Gregor tried to crawl to a shelter, but the power emanating from the earth was great, so he remained passive, waiting for calm to return. When finally no movement came to disturb the emptiness of the desert, he rose and looked at the sun.
Four cataclysms, four times that he survived. Gathering as best he could what was left of the caravan, following the disappearance of the leader, he hurried to join Caesarea where, as soon as he arrived, he began to write in his memoirs.
| Citation: | 345 - Alexandria
And the foam hit the hull of our boat, I never saw such a fierce power. For days and nights the wood creaked and groaned under pressure. I implored the Most High, but nothing has done ...
I read that there are four elements, but of these, water must certainly be the most powerful and the most dangerous.
345 - Alexandria
The flames licked the walls of the library, and I was helpless against that. Everything seemed red like blood, and that of the innocents flowed while I tried to flee this Hell.
I knew the water, now, I know the fire.
347 - Athenes
The mighty storms hit my home, and shake the trees. The roof flew under their pressure, destroying my only home. And I thought that the apocalypse had come, so much the wind was synonymous with destruction.
I knew the water and the fire, from now on, I know the air.
360 - Caesarea
No sound accompanied the trembling of the earth, except a frightful darkening that took me to the belly and wrung it violently. Great was my fear, because we do not see his enemy when he comes from the depths.
I knew the water, the fire and the air, from now on, I know the earth.
There are therefore four visible elements, each of them can wreak havoc, but is necessary to the balance of Life. But Aristotle tells us that there is a fifth: Aether. I have never met him, and when that is the case, I do not think I could write it. |
From the first years of his priesthood
Shortly after, he became vicar at Naziance, and approached the bishop of Caesarea, with whom he maintained friendly relations. The old prelate saw in him a lively youth and symbol of novelty, he also recognized his great intelligence and his moral virtues, while the young Gregor saw in this man that time had shaped the representation of wisdom and experience. The sermons and masses of the vicar were very pleasing, he preached virtue and quoted Aristotle much. Some saw him as a perfect guide, and a woman, from Athens, asked him to guide him on the right path. Here is one of the letters he wrote to her:
| Citation: | Take away from your mind all that is foreign to virtue and unworthy of your thoughts; apply it to piety and all that is good; exert him to accept nothing and to decide nothing which has not been seriously examined; fortify it, at any time and in any way, by meditating the counsels traced by the saints who have preceded us.
Always pass justice to strangers, as to friends, before all rancor and friendship.
Have as your friend and inseparable companion temperance, which must be deeply and firmly rooted in your soul. |
The Father died two years later, leaving a letter to his disciple in which he assured him of his deep friendship. Gregor was saddened by the disappearance of this great man, but knew, in his heart and from what he had read, that the gates of heaven had opened to the bishop. Shortly after, he received a visit from his friend Basil, who had been chosen to replace Gregor's master as archbishop of Caesarea. Indeed, for several months, a certain Gnome, priest, no longer respected Aristotelianism, and converted many of his colleagues, moving them away from the right path. Thus, the archbishop appointed his friend in charge of the diocese of Sasimes, where he tried to surrender. Seeing the closed doors, he preached at length, inviting Gnome's disciples to return to the yoke of the Aristotelian Church.
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Metaphysics is the science of the root causes ... But Aristotle also defines it as the science of what is, as it is: of being as being. Two apparently contradictory definitions, but it is in this paradox that the Truth is found. To invite us to go further. For the truth, if it is one, is not uniform. She is symphonic. Invisible to those who are not experienced, it is revealed to us in a contradictory way and we must continue to search for it. |
He never could enter, but this speech immunized the Aristotelians against that of Gnome, and no one was ever converted again.
He then returned to Naziance, from where he managed the daily affairs of his diocese, and became a simple canon. This change of role left him more free time, which he used to get closer to the poorer populations. Thus, he taught the most deprived the Holy Scriptures, the message of Aristotle and Christos, without ever being discouraged and always keeping the same Faith. He moved away from the hierarchy, which seemed to him sometimes perverted, rubbing shoulders only with his friend the archbishop of Caesarea. He then wrote "De L'Amour des Pauvres", then became a simple hermit, living from his land and his prayer. He went from town to town, preaching with the same vigor as before, and converting entire crowds to the Aristotelian message.
A few years later, around 380, the heretic Gnome died, and Gregory was invited to preach in Constantinople to reconvert those who had been diverted from the Church. He will leave a word that will remain famous and which will become the adage of the Gregorian order: | Citation: | | "Everyone has his weak point, mine friendship" |
Continuing his work of reconquest of the churches converted by Gnome, he will eventually bring back much of the path of Virtue, following the precepts of Aristotle. Weakened by the death of his friend Basil, he joins Naziance where he still writes several theological works. Tired by a long life, he died in 390, where he finally discovered what the ether was, joining at the same time the Most High, Aristotle, Christos and the virtuous, in Solar paradise.
- "God wants us to participate in his divinity in the Sun, it is for that he teaches us by his prophets"
- "I was created to raise myself to God by my actions"
- His skull and hand are preserved in the crypt of the Gregorian monastery of Argentat
- Most of his body is in the East, waiting to join the West.
O Saint Gregory
Take away all these troubles!
Protect us from sin,
Keep us from dishonesty!
Finally run away from all these lies,
And finally the truth triumphs!
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Hagiography of St. Guilberte of Walburghe, said La Moche
Certainly Ugly, But Very Holy
I - A terrible youth
Guilberte was a young woman who was incredibly ugly. The ignorant masses would see, in her ugliness, the intervention of the one without name, since she was so different in appearance then her mother and father. In fact, her ugliness was such that they would lock her up in a tower of the family castle.
But the youth of Guilberte drove her towards adventure, to discovery and to love. She tried, many times, to escape from the tower... but each time she was forcibly brought back to her parents. Guilberte would deal with her frustration by reading the Book of Virtues, the Vita of Christos and the Vita of Aristotle. So much so that, in time, she became an erudite in religious matters. Her parents, although bothered to have a daughter so ugly that they could not marry her, thought of offering her to the Church as a religious.
II - A horrible epidemic
But an event occurred that disrupted the livelihood in the region of Evreux. The plague, black and evil, struck the inhabitants. Not all of them would die, but all were stricken. Each day brought more death and desolation. Entire families would perish overnight. In less than a week, the city had closed its doors, cutting itself from the outside world and living in fear. Guilberte saw her father waste away, her mother soon doing follow the same path. Gradually, the castle emptied itself of servants. The young woman would pray all day, begging for the mercy of the Most High. The sadness was burning her heart, as well as anger, because she did not know why the Almighty acted in such a way, with such fury against His children.
But faith is a long path, that one must walk barefoot, sometimes on sharp stones. Guilberte knew this and also knew that doubt was one of the passages to greater Faith. In her sadness and anger, she drew the strength to love the Almighty once again. It took her time, but what is the time compared to such a glorious finality? What are the days and months worth, if one seeks to attain the Grace?
One morning, convinced that she was not hated by the Most High, and that the plague was not of His hand but an epidemic inherent to the events of life in that time. Guilberte dressed poorly, left her shoes (revealing her strange foot, which had a sixth toe) and went to the city to bury the dead and appease the dying.
The city seemed empty, but behind every pane you could hear a breath, or see a frightened look. Tirelessly, the young Guilberte of Walburghe, wearing a veil over her face to protect herself from the smell, dragged by herself the dead and buried them. Day after day. Without ever getting sick. Without ever faltering. And, every day, praying in the middle of the street.
Then, the rumor spread: a young woman was fighting the plague by herself. The daughter of the Lord who, with her frail arms, helped the dying and soothed their souls. Soon, everyone wanted to see her, touch her, and pray with her. They threw themselves at her strange feet to embrace and kiss them. Relentless and undisturbed, Guilberte continued her mission. And, those who had the chance to touch her feet, were saved. The plague ignored them.
III - The miracle of the ugly foot
Guilberte then had a vision of a great white cloud surrounding the sun in a soft crown : she must dip her feet in the water of a well, and every wretch would need to drink a mouthful. And they would all be saved.
The young Walburghe therefore took the time to dip her feet in the well, and suggested that everyone drink the water. The epidemic stopped. People would no longer die, would no longer suffer. Guilberte, by her sixth toe, had saved the population.
When the miasma of the sickness had finally disappeared, she removed her veil. But, far from being frightened, people still came to thank her, kiss her on both hairy cheeks, caressing her almost silky hair. They did not care of her appearance, for Guilberte, by the purity of her soul, and by her trial, had saved their lives.
Quickly, they presented to the young woman a young and very beautiful man. Far from being disgusted, the latter confessed his love to Guilberte. They married and had many children
IV - The death of La Moche and her relics
At her death, Guilberte's right foot was taken, the one with the sixth toe, and was placed in a box of gold and became an object of veneration. It is indeed invoked for a fast healing of every disease and it is said that whoever touches her relics, may the person be afflicted by the plague or leprosy, and prays the Almighty through the intercession of the Saint, will be immediately cured.
Her feast is celebrated on the 27th of February.
Written by [illegible], monk at the Abbey of Saint Taurin located near Evreux in [illegible].
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Hagiography of St. Guillaime Pinchon
Guillaume Pinchon was bishop of Saint-Brieuc, he is famous for having contributed to the safeguarding of the Breton Church as well as for his actions in favor of the poor.
Birth, beginning of priesthood, opposition Duke of Brittany and exile
Guillaume Pinchon was born in Fleur d'Aulne, an estate located on the river Flora in the parish of Saint-Alban dependent on the county of Penthièvre, in 1184. His great piety designates him very quickly for the Orders and he will join the seminary of Saint-Brieuc where he will be noticed by Bishop Josselin. After being ordained by the latter, he will become his secretary and then canon of the cathedral and will keep until the death of the bishop a very close link with this one. He will retain his functions with the successors of Josselin and in 1220 the Briochin clergy will ask Pope Honorius III to appoint him Bishop of Saint-Brieuc. Once consecrated bishop, he made sure to open his episcopal palace to the poor to feed them and give them a roof. He will undertake at this time the gigantic construction of the cathedral.
In 1225 a conflict broke out in Rennes with the Duke of Brittany Pierre Mauclerc about the fortifications of the city, the Duke wants to seize the grounds of the Church, which causes the wrath of the Bishop of Rennes. The Duke does not hesitate then to attack the clergy by suppressing several episcopal rights, he will be a persecutor of the clergy and destroyer of religious buildings. William will stand against him with indomitable firmness for the defense of the rights of the Church, even excommunicating the Duke of Brittany. The city of Saint-Brieuc was then treated harshly. Commissioners came there to execute the decrees; but William, though threatened with death, tore his priests and his servants more than once, when they were taken to prison. To spare his people greater misfortunes, he consented to leave the country.
Exile in France
Having left Saint-Brieuc, he will go to live in Poitiers at a time when the Bishop was then overwhelmed with infirmities and could not go to the care of the ministry. He joyfully received William, who undertook all the episcopal duties and acquitted himself with the greatest zeal. He will also go to Tours where he will meet the Archbishop to advise him.
Then he went to Rome with the Bishop of Rennes to meet Pope Gregory IX who confirmed the excommunication of the Duke and placed Brittany under ban in 1228. Anger rumbled among the people and the Duke Pierre Mauclerc was deeply worried by the Pope and by King Louis IX, he also went to Rome to submit to the Pope and restore religious peace to Britain in 1230.
Back to Saint-Brieuc
Once the Duke submitted, his excommunication was lifted, Britain is no longer under prohibition and Guillaume now took the way home. He stopped at Angers where he recovered the remains of St Brieuc, which have been there since the Normandy incursions into Brittany. As soon as he entered Brittany, he was greeted by the faithful of all the Breton dioceses, and was acclaimed in Saint-Brieuc. When he returned from exile, he made a procession in the city where he was welcomed by all the faithful of the country of Saint-Brieuc. It must be said that he brought home the remains of Brieuc, the Holy Founder.
After crossing the valley of Gouedic in order to return to Saint-Brieuc, a ray of sunshine came to light the trunk that contained the remains and then noise was heard in the trunk. This sign was interpreted as the joy of the holy founder, happy to find his city. Subsequently the building site of the cathedral resumed its course. Guillaume went himself to the streets to receive donations to help the site. On July 29, 1234, at the age of 53 and after 17 years of episcopacy, he feels more and more tired. He then gathered his clergy, celebrated a mass and always in the cathedral, began a prayer. At that moment he closed the eyes of the body to open those of the soul. He now rests in the cathedral he built himself. Soon the Briochins came to kneel before his grave, and from then signs appear, generosity, healing. Remnants are then displayed above his grave, venerated as relics.
William and the Briochins
- After returning from his exile in France, he will declare to the Briochins about the cathedral: "dead or alive I will finish it" .This will prove to be almost exact since at his death there will remain only a few finishes to perform.
- William made his episcopal palace "the house of the Most High". He himself received all the poor and many times he was seen to activate the fire to boil the pot. The year 1225 was particularly terrible. The groups that came daily to the Episcopal Manor increased. William faced as far as his resources. His granaries were emptied; he borrowed wheat from him. When the famine became more urgent, he made himself a beggar and went through the city to beg the bread of his children. Now the pot is in the cathedral of Saint-Brieuc, it reused every July 29 to feed the poor in memory of William.
His pot is kept in the Church of Saint-Brieuc.
It is celebrated on July 29.
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Saint Hildegard of Bingen, patron saint of herbologists and healers
The early years
Hildegard of Bingen was probably born in the Rhineland in the Sacrum Romanorum Imperium Nationis Germanicæ in 1098 and died at September, 17th anno 1179 at Rupertsberg abbey near Bingen.
She was not only a mystic, but also a musician and writer, whose works not only embrace medicine in its different variations, but also Aristotle, Plato and man's place in the cosmos.
Being a child of a deeply faithful, but less distinguished noble family, she was destined for a life at a cloister at the age of eight. Indeed she was troubling her family on numerous accounts: at the age of five she developed special skills: one day while walking down a green meadow with her nurse she turned to her and said “Look over there, do you see that beautiful, small calf within that cow? It is all white but got some stains on it’s forehead, hind-legs and back!”
When the calf was born it was found to be exactly as the child had described it.
Later she joined the monastery, where she met sister Jutta of Sponheim, the leader of the female convent of Cloister Disibodenberg, who became her friend and confident. She was given a religious education until she, amongst others, took vows at the age of 15 at the Benedictine abbey of Disibodenberg. In the year 1136 Jutta died, and naturally Hildegard became her Successor in her duty.
Medicine
Little is known about her early years. Indeed she received visions from GOD since her early childhood, but did not know how to deal with them.
Even more it unsettled the girl and young woman, which is why she dedicated herself fully to medicine. The abbey was rather small and the strict sexual segregation within the cloister restricted her procurement of knowledge.
She could not rely solely on the few medical books owned by the small abbey, nor the knowledge of other sisters, sister Jutta primarily, to help her take the first steps in the medical field and to explore the possibilities offered by the garden the monastery.
In these early periods, it was therefore her visions that helped her to acquire a greater knowledge (better than the books could get her) and thus better understand the human constitution.
Soon she was able to help people who needed her assistance. To one person she gave tea made with a corn cob to treat a cough. To another, who suffered from arthritis, she gave the primrose.
During these days, she spent many hours in the monastery garden. She cultivated herbs which had initially thought they were only good to be used in the kitchen of the monastery, but also those which were known for their medicinal properties.
In doing so, she enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the garden while observing the creation of God Almighty: the earth. She was enchanted by all of nature: the noise made by a rabbit running away; the soft sound of the wind rustling in the grass; the beautiful horizons that took your eyes away.
It is often at this point that she received new visions. By manipulating these herbs and the vegetables, she managed not only to find inner peace but also to show great charisma.
It is often stated, while talking about Hildegard, that she also used other elements for the healing process, particularly spelt (a type of grain) but also important minerals and gemstones. Amongst those were agate stone, mountain Crystal, gold, emerald and clay.
Integral components of healing to Hildegard were prayer, virtue and faith!
The epiphany
One day in June 1139, while picking honeysuckle, she heard a beastly moaning in a bush. As she approached, she could see that it was a beautiful spotless white dove, whose wings had got caught in a blackberry bush. The nun did not hesitate and freed the poor injured animal which flew away only to settle down on a near rock. The dove became a woman of exceptional beauty, who turned to Hildegard while her aura enlightened the surrounding area:
Raphaelle wrote:
| Citation: | | My dear child... I am Raphaelle, archangel of faith. I have been sent to tell you that the way you have chosen is the right one. Follow it, a child is awaiting you. |
Thereupon the epiphany disappeared. Hildegard was overwhelmed and wanted to visit the fish pond to calm down at its shore and to think about what had happened. There, right before the water, she noticed an oblong form. Asking herself what could it be, she approached it warily until finally seeing a little boy, totally unknown to her, whose face was bleeding. Gathering all her courage she spoke a short prayer and her faith gave her the power to carry the unconscious boy to the abbey. Day by day she watched over him, feeling sorrow for the boy, being more and more marked by the effort she took. On July 8th the body finally vanished while she had turned away for a moment. Instead in his place there lay a few leaves and roots of honeysuckle, the same plant she had not had the time to pick back in June.
The Mission
Agitated by this, she devoted herself to deep meditation for some time, seeking for the meaning of the incident. Also she, who had dedicated her life to medicine before, now tried to understand the meaning by having conversation with brothers studying theology. At this time it was prohibited to women to study theology and so they just alluded to single topics. It was her turn to proceed, in secret, the self-study of theology. But she was bothered with a guilty conscience.
With time, she learned more and more to help comprehend the visions that accompanied her throughout her whole life so far and of which she sometimes thought they were sent by the nameless creature.
Shortly after her nomination as abbess a voice spoke to her and placed the duty of writing a paper about her visions upon her to share them with the world. Startled, she thought she was being a victim of the nameless one and thus she refused to do so. Suddenly, lightning struck her! leaving her body paralyzed.
A sister of the convent found her and took care of her as good as she could. A priest came to her sick bed, devotedly wanting to take her confession and transmit it to his bishop. After long hesitation and a lot of consultations the bishop gave the young woman his permission to write her book. This event marked the beginning of her becoming a writer.
Her first book, Scivias, even reached the pope, who, attentive, assigned two bishops to the examination of the book. Their conclusion was clear: Hildegard was not possessed, she was leading a virtuous life in the light of GOD, there was no deceit by the nameless one.
After much thought and reading of the writings of the abbess within the episcopal assembly the pope wrote to Hildegard:
| Citation: | | “We admire our daughter and we admire furthermore, that one is able to belief that GOD even nowadays reveals wonders and when he pours his spirit upon you, he guides you to a point where he says to all of us – you see, understand and reveal many mysteries.” |
The proper cloister
Because of that permission and the fame as a prophetess her reputation in the world at that time increased. Indeed, lacking official studies, she was considered as not that educated compared to consecrated members of the holy mother church, but as she was getting her visions from GOD, quasi being a vessel for them, raised her above any doubt and suspicions.
Soon she maintained comprehensive correspondence with sovereigns, dukes, counts, even emperor Barbarossa, and all the more people came to the abbey and asked for her advice locally. Still, more and more noble families wanted to give their daughters to the church, to study under her.
Hildegard realized that she would need her own cloister to keep up with the rush of applications. For a long time she bargained with father abbot, who did not want to let her go because of the wealth of real estate that came with her. With the help of the archbishop of Mainz, she succeeded in establishing the Cloister Rupertsberg on Mount Rupert near Bingen in 1148, and some time later the transcription of the goods and lands to her cloister, which were given to the abbey Disibodenberg by noble families when they entrusted their daughters in Hildegard's care.
Over the Cloister Rupertsberg she presided as abbess and benefited from the wealthiness created from the noble families to purchase many books, theological as well as medical ones.
She eased the rules of Holy Benedict and allowed her nuns to study languages which they needed to read the works about medicine and theology, especially those in ancient Greek and the ones which were translated into Latin. This led to a big argument with bishops and priests.
To those ends Hildegard, supported by her visions, could hold her grounds in most instances. Indeed, the nuns still would not officially be counted as theologists or even got consecrated as priests, but they were allowed to study theology and in doing so the writings of Aristotle and Plato.
Further works
Nevertheless humble as she was, she availed herself only little of it, especially since the visions could not be put on a level with theological knowledge. Instead, she dedicated herself to other domains. She adjusted the medical record of her home to those of the ancient Greeks and started again to compose books.
These were also influenced by her visions, that even allowed her to find a plant once which, after boiling off, had rescued a child from death, or gave her also ideas of the circulation of blood and the characteristics of the nervous system.
The "Physica" (Doctrine of Nature), "Causae at Curae" (Causes and Cures) as well as the "Liber subtilitatum diversarum naturarum creaturarum" (Book about the inner life of several creatures and plants) were written.
Beside that she brought more works to parchment, which mostly mirrored her visions, the "Liber Vitae Meritorum" (Book of life merits) and the "Liber Divinorum Operum" (Book of divine works).
She spoke of the environment, nutrition science, plants, gems as well as healing sounds and colours. As for medicine, Hildegard was not content with attending to the symptoms, but also considered the causes. For this saint Hildegard wrote:
" | Citation: | | ... evil is only the detachment from the divine order, so that the recovery of health of mankind requires an interaction with GOD." |
In her writings she describes the Lord as the source of life, that is to say, the creation of all energy. Hildegard often returns in her works to the central position of human in the cosmos. She continuously considers the correlation of body, soul and spirit. She pays all her attention to the healing power of the soul in the organism:
Hildegard wrote:
" | Citation: | The soul assumes the main role in the functioning of the human organism, for it takes leadership over it. It gives the organism what it needs. It effectively accomplishes this task with the help of the sensoric organs, which every human is provided with: The sense of seeing, smelling, hearing, tasting and touching. It’s for these that man is allowed to connect himself with other creatures..."
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| Citation: | | "... the power of the soul affects the health or illness of a human being..." |
Healer but also musician.
Hildegard composed more than seventy songs, hymns and sequences: Ave Generosa, Columba aspexit, O presul vere civitatis… The last is a dedication to Disibod, an Irish monk who lived in the seventh century and whose biography was written by Hildegard.
She also wrote a liturgical drama titled Ordo virtutum that contains eighty-two melodies and presents the density of a soul between the creature and virtue.
The end of life and the heritage
Her influence increased even with increasing age. Soon she needed to establish a second nun cloister in Eibingen. While the first one, as was customary at the time, was only opened to the nobles, the second one was explicitly thought for daughters of the slowly upcoming middle classes, to let them too participate in medicine, illumination, singing, and theology.
Also she succeeded - like a priest – in achieving the right to preach to the people in the environment. With those homilies she awoke piety inside the people, which led to a blooming of belief around Bingen and Mainz, even in the whole Rhineland.
She finally died at great age at September 17th in 1179, which became her commemoration day, in her abbey on Mount Rupert. On her lifeless body rested, when found in her cell, a leaf of honeysuckle, the plant which had accompanied her throughout her whole life and to which she owed everything. On that day too there appeared as if by miracle a multitude of sprouts of this very plant all around the cloister. Today, her remains are kept in Abbey Rupertsberg. Her cincture in the dome of Konstanz.
In the German kingdom, the cloister was famous mostly as the origin of the Order of Saint Hildegard, which is based on her and carries her theological heritage. However famous above all is her medicine to the rest of the world, because two companions of Hildegard went to Embrun to strengthen the medicine there, and thereby took things with them, which Hildegard used for it, as well as a bone of the forefinger of her right hand.
Citations
| Citation: | "Bodily evil cannot be healed if one does not treat the words of the soul..."
"Balm in the heart is better than balm in the body."
"Penitence nurses, abstinence cures."
"The religious man aspire to GOD, to whom he faces in reverence. For while man sees the creatures everywhere with his corporal eyes, he sees the Lord everywhere in his belief." |
Relics
Kept in the dome of Embrun:
A melting pot, in which Hildegard produced the powders and unguents, especially the ones that rescued the child.
A silken bag, which she used when harvesting ingredients for her medicine, to prepare those ointments.
A bone of the forefinger of her right hand.
A small cotton band which she wore a long time, tied around her arm.
Kept in Rupertsberg Abbey of the Order of Saint Hildegard:
Kept in the dome of Konstanz:
The cincture of Hildegard.
Memorial day of Saint Hildegard is celebrated on september 17th.
Annex:
Some recipies of Hildegard :
| Citation: | Cakes of Joy
• 1 ounce of nutmeg
• 1 ounce cinnamon
• 0.1 pound cloves
• 2.2 of floured spelt
• 10 ounces butter
• 1o ounces honey
• 10 ounces of crushed almonds
• 4 eggs
• a pinch of salt
• Water or milk
Mix ingredients with enough water or milk.
Adults can eat up to four or five biscuits a day, children 3.
Hildegarde says about these cakes: "They disperse the bitterness that is in thine heart, they soothe and open it. But they also open your senses, make you happy, purify your sensory organs, reduce harmful moods and give your blood a good composition. They make you strong, happy and effective in your work. " |
| Citation: | The elixir of Violets
• wine
• Violets
• galangal
• Licorice
"Anyone who is weighed down by melancholy and anxiety, and is also hurt his lungs, should cook violets in pure wine, sieve it through a cloth and than add to the wine galangal and licorice as he wants, he then cooks it to make a clear beverage and drink it: it soothes the melancholy, makes you happy and heals the lungs.
Once daily for four weeks. "
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| Citation: | Bean patties
• 1 ounce ground ginger
• 10 ounces milled beans
• 0.1 pound marigold petals
Wet it to obtain a paste. "Make cupcakes and let them dry in an oven that was stopped of heat for a while and eat these cupcakes, works well in Lent."
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Saint Hubert, patron of the repented heretics
Saint Hubert was born in this village which will later become Rochechouart, a few centuries later, that is to say at the time when Gaul knew very little of the Aristotelian cult and that the missionaries were often turned ridiculed by the families of pagans who preferred to praise their ungodly gods. Saint Hubert was raised in such a family. His father was a soldier and his mother was cook for the village chief, although everyone knew that he had a more intimate and professional affair with the chief. The father, he closed his eyes, preferring to ensure his social ascent to assert his honor. Such was the climate in the village, watered festivals, numerous and varied concubines, and sins of pride and lust become custom. It was in this world of orgies and sins that Hubert was raised.In adulthood, he did like all his colleagues and learned how to handle weapons just as well as he learned the work of fields. As an adult, he married a frivolous and proud woman who died shortly after the union, whose name was lost by the breath of time. Hubert raised chickens and everything was fine until an Aristotelian missionary arrived.
The impious tribe greeted the poor missionary with cogs, dragging him in the mud and inflicting many tortures upon him, until he died, under the eyes filled but also hungry with the hatreds of the pagans. This missionary, whose name has not come down to us and who never returned, was later sanctified under the name of the Unknown. The Most High, witness of the degree of perversion of his sons, inflicted on the tribe all unimaginable wounds, and this consecutively. The fields gave no more shoots, the animals died, the weather was execrable and all diseases, even some unknown, came to contaminate the village and fill the mass graves. One of these diseases took away the chief of the tribe. Desperate and hungry, even on the edge of famine, the pagans named Hubert to his estate, recognizing his presence but also his bastard status of the previous leader, although this was not true, but it still perfectly happy Hubert. However, it is likely that the real reason behind this appointment is the hope of touching one of Hubert's chickens, the only creatures that seemed to have been spared by the divine scourges.
For his first night as a chef, Hubert surrounded himself with some pretty pagans. however, the wrath of God fell on them and they were struck down. Hubert was terrified, but God spoke to him in a neutral tone.
«Hubert, the commandments you must respect and promote. I chose you in this task because the little respect your brothers have, it is you who inspires them.»
Hubert did not dare answer.
«Hubert, your mission, if you accept it, will be to convert all these pagans who are your followers. To do this, I propose that you introduce me to them as they see fit, that is, in the form of food. You must know that I created this world, I control it. I inflicted all these scourges on you because I did not tolerate you maltreating one of my sons, your brother, especially since he was there only to teach you the holy and unique divine Aristotelian truth.»
Hubert, frightened, promised himself to convert to that religion he knew very little. «Monseigneur, but how can I fulfill this task?»
«Dear Hubert, my son, you will discover, by creating a culinary dish, how the Aristotelian truth is unique and true. I suggest you a humble and varied salad, a dish that represents our Church. However, you must ask yourself one of the most important questions: Creamy or Traditional?»
«Father, Hubert had decided to call the man who had just called him "My son", nothing has grown since the punishment.»
«Son, believe in me, be Aristotelian. If you really are, you'll see out of the cabbage as far as the eye can see.»
With that, God returned to the sun, leaving Hubert perplexed.
Hubert went out then and what was his surprise to see hundreds of cabbages everywhere. He took some of them and went to the kitchen. He had concocted a salad that seemed exquisite, but he did not know if he should prepare it with a creamy or traditional sauce as requested by the Most High. The sun was rising that Hubert had no solutions. It was therefore with an incomplete salad that he went to meet his inhabitants. He explained to them his dream, and all of them then understood their faults and promised themselves, as an ultimate punishment, to express their sincere repentance, to eat only the salad blessed by the Most High and prepared by Hubert. However, the village suffered a sharp dissension between supporters of a creamy salad and supporters preferring a traditional salad. Hubert, not knowing what to do, and to honor his new faith for the Most High, proposed to offer the inhabitants the opportunity to choose. This idea pleases everyone and the whole village and feeds this delicious salad for the several months that lasted their fast. Hubert, meanwhile, never ceased praising the Most High, as did his brothers who followed him in this way. Very quickly, the lands became fertile again and the diseases disappeared. The Most High blessed the village of Rochechouart.
Later, after visiting several missionaries who were well received in the village, Hubert decided to undertake a pilgrimage to the seat of the new primacy of Gaul to ask the bishop to baptize him, to absolve him of his past sins and ordain him a priest, which was then done in the greatest piety and with much pride for Hubert. He took the habit, promising to build a church in his village as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, however, on the way back, Hubert was robbed by ruthless bandits who killed him and left him there, where his body was devoured by scavengers. As a relic, there remained only the clothes he had on his arrival before the primate, which were lost during the construction of the new cathedral.
Having heard of his last wish, the inhabitants of Rochechouart built a church which they named in honor of Hubert. The primate then created Rochechouart Parish, which obtained its first pastor shortly thereafter. He officially baptized most of the inhabitants. Many years later, the church burned. The parishioners then built the church which Rochechouart boasts today. A local legend tells a missionary would have brought the remains of Hubert's body, which he found on a road, and bring him back to be buried under the church. Although no body was found under the church of Rochechouart, many writings, mostly stories or newspapers, seem to prove that a body was indeed brought to the village by a missionary and presented as that of Hubert, several elements suggest that it would be only the body of a beggar, took for Hubert given the similar circumstances of their death. Said missionary would also have been sanctified under the name of Saint Inconnu.
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Hagiography of Saint John (3-101)
eng: saint John, ger: sankt Johan, esp: san Juan, ita: san Giovanni, lat: sanctus Ioannes, pol: Święty Jan, bul: Йоан
celebrated on 27th of December and 24th of June
I- His life with Christos
Encountered by Christos as he came out of the desert, John always wanted to spread the holy word of Aristotle and when Christos came to him, he left everything on the spot to follow him.
He did not become one of his apostles but was one of those few faithful who, according to Christos and the apostles, reminded their holy words to those who doubted or began to commit sin once Christos left.
He was one of Christos's most passionate disciples. He was the youngest of all who followed him including the apostles. He made vows of chastitiy as soon as he met Christos, whose words he drank and always sought the purest meaning.
Among the peoples, he was always the first to enlighten the soul of the misguided met by bringing them the teachings of Aristotle and Christos and the last to go away.
Christos finally noticed him and said:
- Why, you, the most faithful and most devoted of my followers, don't you agree to join my table and become and apostle?"
Flattered, John looked at him, then answered:
- "Christos, your role and that of the apostles is to enlighten the peoples of the holy Aristotelian faith. You are like a lighthouse that illumniates the darkness. But sometimes, after your departure, some sails rise on weak minds. If I am at your side, the people will not be more enlightenend by our passage but the sails will continue."
He eventually cam to Christos' side on the day of his death, and the latter made him swear to watch over his mother Maria and protect her as if he were her own son.
II- His life after the death of Christos
After the death of Christos, John continued to spread the Aristotelian faith in Palestine and organized the clergy to preserve his teachings.
Persecuted by the Romans, John then decided to exile himself to Ephesus.
During his journey, he healed by his prayers the soldiers of his escort who all had dysentery and on arriving, he also heals with his prayers the son of a notable, suffering from a « impure spirit », which allowed him to baptize the whole household as soon as he arrived.
He ensured the confessions of the faithful and, for each of their sin, he went to the forest to seek branches and sprays that he piled in a field while addressing the Ephisians:
"This heap symbolized the forgiveness that god, through me and your confessions, grants to you every day. He reminds you that every day you can go astray, but that in deceiving you submit to the judgement of the Most High, forgiving but not forgetting"
At a devotional feast on the goddess Artemis, revered by the inhabitants of Ephesus, John climbed the hill where a large statue of the goddess stood and began to harangue the pagan crowd. The latter, furious, tried to stone him, but all the stones hit the statue, which was torn to pieces and then turned against those who continued to throw them. At John's prayers, the earth trembled and engulfed the most vindictive, but after the crowd had begged John and appealed to his mercy, they all came out from the dens of the earth, venerating the saint and asking for baptism.
Jean was then arrested and taken to the Temple of Artemis in front of an Imperial officer who accused him of evil magic and wanted to put him to death. He began to pray to god, and the temple collapsed without damaging any human life.
Led to the Emperor, he decided to scald him.
While Johne was about to succumb and had already lost consciousness Christos appeared to him in a dream and said to him:
- "John, by your life already you have enlightened the true faith of many faithful. To do this, you renounced carnal pleasures and offered yourself to the Most High. Today, the Most High sends me to ask you to finish your office."
- "How?", answered John.
- "Today you won't die because this is the will of the Most High. The emperor will release you and you will join Samoht in Ephesus to help him in his quest for the truth about my life and the teachings we are due to pass on to future generations."
The water then stopped instantly to boil and the fire that fed it was extinguished, before the amazed eyes of the emperor who released John. At the same time, a fire identical to the one that had just extinguished appeared under the pile of wood without igniting it so far.
Released, John went to Ephesus and arriving on the 24th of June at nightfall, he passed the heap of wood..
Seeing the flame, he was surprised and Christos appeared again to him:
- "When God gives his forgiveness, there is no need to call him back. By this same fire that was to take away your life, you and the Ephesians will remember that forgiving is also remembering mistakes. On this day between spring and summer, it's time to forget."
At this moment, the flames seized the fire, several meters high.
- "If these brances help the weakest to stay in the right path, then continue to pile up, because nothing is absurd if it preserves the faith; but it is for god to remember and forgive, and it is for men to know how to be virtuous without being helped. That is why I ask you to burn, every year at the beginning of the summer those branches that you pile up, to allow the men to advance.
In subseuqent years, John assisted Samoht in his scriptures and continued to protect the faith in Ephesus. Each year, he burned the blazes he had made and asked the Ephesians to forgive themselves and keep a virtuose life during the coming year.
At the moment of his death, he had a pit dug and went down there praying to god. AS soon as he had finished his prayer, he was surrounded by a light so bright that no one could look at it.
Once the light disappeared, we found the pit filled with divine manna.
III- Quotes
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What is written is written |
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Love one another as I have loved you |
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There is no greater love than giving your life for your friends |
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Whoever seeks to save his life will lose it |
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Stop judging on the appearance Judge with equity |
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The wind blows where it wants; you hear his voice, but you don't know where he's coming from or where he's going. |
IV- Prayer to Saint John
O glorious John, who have been so dear to Christos deserved the rest of your head on his holy chest,
and be, for him and in his place, given as a son to his mother;
put in my heart a love for the Most High so bright, Aristotle and Christos.
Show me the Lord that I too,
with a pure heart of every earthly affection,
I am worthy to be ever united here on earth,
Aristotle and Christos, as a faithful disciple,
and the Most High, as a devoted son,
So they remain forever united in heaven.
So be it. |
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Hagiography of Saint Jerôme
Jerome, although born of Aristotelian parents was not baptized until 360, when he went to Rome with his brother Bonosus to continue his studies of rhetoric and philosophy. He studied under the tutelage of Aelius Donatus, a great grammarian. Jerome also learned Greek, but still intend to study the founding texts of Aristotle.
Heavily influenced by the Council of Nicaea had sat the predominance of Christos "messiah" on Aristotle "single annunciator prophet." He believed, as many believed at that time, the study of Aristotle as a waste of time since his prophecy was ever made.
After several years in Rome, he went with Bonosus in Gaul and settled in Trier "on the shore of the Rhine half barbarous." This is where he began his theological course and copied, and many popular religious text found in its steps
Some of his friends accompanied him when he began, to 373, a journey through Thrace and Asia Minor to go to northern Syria in search of traces left by the first tribe of humanity .
In Antioch, two of his companions died, and he himself fell ill several times. During one of these illnesses (Winter 373 - 374) he had a dream that turned secular studies and urged him to devote himself to God. In this dream, he says in one of his letters, he was accused of being "Ciceronian, not Aristotle." He seems to have abandoned for a long time after this dream to the study of classical secular, and have plunged into the writing of Aristotle and Spyosu.
He then taught at Antioch. He was anxious to live in ascetic penance, he spent some time in the desert of Chalcis, to the southwest of Antioch, known as the "Thebaid Syria," because of the large number of hermits who lived there.
Yet his work on the writings of Aristotle made him see things differently, and he quickly realized that the important thing was to live for others and not to do penance continuously as customs inherited from Nicaea drove the believers to do .
One day at a meeting of theologians, he was told that his positions were likely to stray from the path of Christos, he replied:
| Citation: | | That a particular doctor of the church is almost heterodox since the Council of Nicaea, whatever! I do not deny that they can literally be on certain topics. But what matters is that they have interpreted the Scriptures, explaining the obscurities of the prophets and revealed the mysteries of the Book of Virtues. |
On his return to Antioch in 378 or 379, he was ordained by Bishop Paulinus. Shortly after, he went to Constantinople to continue his research, and it is thanks to him that Rome could have a library of the richest in the original texts of the beginning of our story.
His greatest pride was to find the original version of the Creed and have write the first hagiography of Saint Olcovidius and lead to Rome, where he remained for three years (382-385), in direct contact with Pope Damasus and Head of the Church of Rome.
Guests at the Council of 382, which was convened to end the schism of Antioch, he made himself indispensable to the pope. Among other things, he took charge of the revision of the text of prehistory, based on New Text of Aristotle rediscovered by him. This work occupied him for many years, and is his most important work, however, much of this work was hidden for challenging the dominance of Christos showing how Aristotle was important.
But he exerted a significant influence over the past three years in Rome, including his zeal to preach asceticism
the virulent criticism of the regular clergy was Jerome and his willingness to impose Aristotle as a prophet of the same importance Crhistos, gave rise to a growing hostility against him by the clergy and their supporters. Shortly after the death of his patron Damasus (Dec 10 384), Jerome left Rome.
In August 385, he returned to Antioch, accompanied by his brother and some friends Paulinianus resolved to leave their patrician surroundings to end their days in the Holy Land.
He and his friends visited Jerusalem, Bethlehem and the holy places of Galilee, and then went to Egypt, where lived the great models of the ascetic life. In Alexandria, he discovered the text Mhour and understood that life should not be made to be suffering blessed by the Most High, on the contrary, the pursuit of pleasure and boulasse could be far more beneficial than to mortify.
He plunged in aristotle texts with a new eye, and destroyed his last works to immerse themselves in their rewriting. His motto was now one sentence Oane "do not seek God in suffering, but remember that you have suffered for not losing"
Including the need to educate people so they can live in harmony and socially he began to write numerous texts to help preacher to bring the faithful to meditate on texts talking about life, and what they knew: their lives every day.
Living through the means provided to it by his noble friends, and constantly the increasing number of his books, he wrote constantly. We need these last three and four years of its existence the majority of his work.
Following his writings against the Pelagians (1), a group of supporters of the latter invaded his retirement, set fire to Jerome and forced to take refuge in a nearby fortress.
Persecuted by numerous sectarian factions of the Church, and afraid that taking the Christos do destroy all the texts of Aristotle he confided three sealed envelopes of leather containing original texts of Aristotle and his ring of a Bishop his soldier friends who had returned to his family in Monte Cassino.
The date of his death is known from the Chronicle of Prosper of Aquitaine. His remains were buried first in Jerusalem, were then transferred, say, to the church of Santa Maria Maggiore in Rome.
(1) Pelagius Breton monk considered heretical by the Church, was born in the fourth century.
Pelagius minimized the role of faith and exalted the primacy and effectiveness of personal effort in the practice of virtue.
Pelagius who claimed that man could, by his free will only abstain from sin, denied the necessity of faith and baptism.
Indeed, for the Breton monk humans have free will make the choice to sin and therefore does not need to be forgiven later, only God is the judge and He alone can forgive so.
He preaches a rule of life to make her "an elite of virtue", but his intransigence and rigidity caused him to forget the middle and became so extreme in the pursuit of virtue that eventually sank into heresy by refusing Rome and the clergy as a representative of the Creator. |
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Hagiography of Saint Iustinianus I ( ? — 565)
The Western Empire had fallen under the assaults of pagans and Rome itself, seat of the successors of Saint Titus, was often sacked. The Goths, a Germanic tribe who followed the doctrine of Barius, the heretic, governed the Italian peninsula. Their chief was the savage and fierce Dorothericus, who never ceased to persecute Aristotelians.
The Eastern Empire, in the meantime, resisted to the assaults of the invaders and repelled those who attempted to force through the frontier.
The obscure birth
Because of the persecutions in the peninsula, a group of citizens of Comum, a city in the North, decided to flee from the West and seek refuge in the East. Thus, having avoided the Barian patrols, and after a long and hazardous sea voyage, they finally arrived at Constantinople, the glorious Eastern capital. This tiny group included a small family, made up by a young couple with a newborn and a relative of theirs, called Iustin. The baby had bravely endured the travel and had reacted so incredibly well that it seemed he had been blessed by God. He was given the name of Iustinianus.
His parents worked in the Great Palace and had rather humble trades, whereas Iustin successfully fought in the army.
The Propitious Providence
Iustinianus grew up and became a brilliant, intelligent and wise youngster. Despite his obscure birth, he spoke Latin and Greek perfectly well and was admired by everyone.
A young girl, reknown for her debauchery and beauty, whose name was Theodora, lived in Costantinople. She wanted to see who this boy was, thus she went to meet him. Seeing him, she addressed him with arrogance and said: “I have heard a lot about you and many praises have been sung of you, but you do not appear worthy of such a fame.”
Smiling, Iustinianus calmly answered: "You are correct, Theodora, since my appearance is empty: I am nothing more than a creature, created by God, a soul enclosed in my body. I ignore what destiny awaits me, but a dream has revealed a great future, worthy of being lived in His name. In that dream, Theodora, you sat at my right."
As soon as Iustinianus had finished speaking, Theodora lowered her beautiful head, as if the Divine Will had bent it, and, having left her past habits, married the young man.
In the meantime, Providence had smiled once again upon him, as, after the death of the Emperor, his uncle, Iustin, was chosen as Autocrator of the Romans. He was a very strong and courageous man, and an excellent commander, but he was ignorant of politics and of theology, thus Iustinianus, who was elected consul, had to make up for his faults: with great wisdom he administrated the public matter and he began diplomatic interactions with bordering nations. He was also a fervent Aristotleian and took serious measures to limit heresies and heterodoxies
Few years later, finally, Iustin perished and Iustinianus became Roman Emperor.
The Revolt
The rise to power of an Aristotleian, of Italian origins, alarmed Lotila, successor of Dorotheric to the Gothic throne: thus he sent his agents into Imperial territory in order to spread rumours that Iustinianus was a traitor and wanted to cede the Empire to the historic enemies of the Roman population. The mass in Constantinople became furious and assaulted the Imperial Palace. The counsellors were already exhorting the Emperor to flee, but, accompanied by Theodora, he went on the balcony that opened on the forum, where the screaming crowd was; in one hand, the Emperor held a sword, in the other one a map. As soon as he had raised his hands, the population went silent. In the silence, he began to speak:
"I will tell you, in truth, only this: God has conferred authority on me so that I could protect the Church, founded by Christos, in all of the Roman Empire. You can already see a clear sign of it." Indeed a halo had appeared upon the head of the Basileus, the sword was burning of a pure white fire and the map was shining, causing the imperial territories to shine. Thus, the population, with new faith in their Emperor, unveiled the deception and prepared for war.
War and Law
Iustinianus did not forget the Goth treachery and could not tolerate further the heretics that rampaged across his homeland, Italy. Thus, having prepared an army, he appointed Belisarius commander of his armies. He left and, in a short time, conquered Africa, governed by the Vandals, allies to the Goths and heterodox, and then waged war against Lotila himself, restoring, after a long time, the Roman dominion on the peninsula.
Iustinianus, in the meantime, helped by the greatest legislators of his times, created a codex of laws that re-established on Earth the Divine Order, that had assigned the control of the Aristotelian World to the legitimate Roman Emperor, the Eastern Basileus.
The End
One day, Theodora fell ill and, after a brief agony, died. Iustinianus, extremely sorrowful, was taken ill and, despite the help of the greatest doctors in the Empire, was soon close to death. Just before dying, with a trembling voice, he uttered his last will:
"I want my mortal remains to be buried near Comum, the city that saw me getting into the World, so that I can protect it from any peril. Never forget to follow the laws of my Codex and respect my successors, Lords of Constantinople.”
This said, the soul left his body and ascended to the Solar Heaven. His subjects celebrated a very solemn funeral for the enlightened sovereign and brought the body to Comum, where they build a mausoleum in his honour. Towards the end of the ceremony, when the coffin was about to be placed in the building, a miracle took place: all the trees close to the structure, as if in mourning, bent and cried resinous tears. After many years, the tomb fell in abandon and wild plants covered it up, hiding it until the arrival of the legitimate Roman Emperor.
Patron Saint: Como
Protector: Governors, Emperors, Legislators
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Saint Latuin
Patron Saint and protector of the Duchy of Alencon
Life of Saint Latuin
We dont know the exact date of birth of the Saint-Latuin, but we know that he was born in the second half of the fourth century in the region of Lazio in a large family. His father was a craftsman. He returned early in the orders and destinguished himself by his spirit but especially his kindness. A man of great charity he was always ready to help others and in that he was very virtuous. Close to Boniface I, who became pope in 418, he advised the pontiff for a long time before being appointed for an important mission.
In these troubled times, many areas were in the hands of the Gentiles and the people were bewildered by unholy beliefs diverting their souls from the Light. Great men were then sent around the world to carry the word of god and illuminate the souls of the ignorant by revealing to them the Truth. Saint Latuin was sent to northern Gaul, above the areas recently converted by Saint Martin de Tours or Saint Julien du Mans.
He settled in the city of Sees first. In front of this man bringing new beliefs, the local people first showed unbelief. Nevertheless, he knew how to gather some groups of people and some villages of the region but very quickly the incomprehension of the premises left room for the anger and the violence vis-a-vis what they did not understand. Saint Latuin and his followers were then persecuted and retreated into the countryside. There he built an oratory where the small community lived quietly and grew slowly.
Soon, people came from all over the region and even from far away to meet him because rumor had it that he was healing the sick. Without asking for anything Saint Latuin welcomed men, women and children suffereing from uncurable diseases. Often the healed people joined his community and enlarged it. But others returned to their homes, hawking and proving to the world the miracles of Saint Latuin. We saw deaf children come back to their families and enjoy music and noises like anyone, men wounded in battle and having lost the use of their legs back walking naturally among theirs or women leprosy patients regain healthy sink without disease.
The fame of this simple man who lived reclusively in his oratory with his small community, and who worked miracles attracted the attention of the governor of the city of Sees, whence he had been violently driven out. His wife, pregnant and carrying their first child, was suffering form a rare skin disease and was condemning it just like the heir to the governor she carried in her. He took her to Saint Latuin and implored the mand to heal his wife and save his child. A few days later the govenor's wife returned to Sées, completely healed, without any marks or after-effects or her illness on her skin, and had in her arms the goveneror's son, in perfect health, born in the oratory.
St.Latuin was praised for his benefits, the govenor converted himself, his family and the whole city, and in thanks for the gifts bestowed by the Most High in St.Latuin a cathedral was built. Thus Saint Latuin became the first bishop of Sées. He exercised many years, extending his influence and religion in the surrounding areas and still performing miracles by caring for the sick of Alencon, Sées and their surroundings and soon, all the cities of the current Duchy of Alencon became Aristotelian.
Saint Latuin died quietly in his sleep in the course of a night. He was led to the solar Paradies by angels and kept his earthly body. In the morning, only his clothes, his sandals, his miter and his crozier were found, which became relics of the saint, just like the first stone of the cathedral which he had blessed and where his hand had been printed.
| Citation: | | Quotes of Saint Latuin |
"Any desease is a confession by the body.“ He told the people of Sees to explain that they were sick because of their rejection of the true faith.
"The soul of your souls is faith“ He taught those who followed him after he was chased away from the inhabitants of Sees, become violent for fear of what they did not understand.
"The world is born of the love of the Most High, it is supported by the love of men, it goes towards love and it enters in love“ he said to the wife of the govenero of Sees before to look after her and to help her give birth to her child.
Relics of Saint Latuin
The relics of Saint Latiun are preserved in several churches of the Duchy of Alencon. Each year, on 20th of June, they are released and exposed to the sight of the faithgul and are gathered in the cathedral, dedicated to the patron saint of the Duchy, giving rise to a high mass and the most important religious festival of the year.
The Saint-Latuin cathedral of Alencon hosts in its crypt the tomb of the saint but also, as relics, his crozier and his miter. Although the tomb is empty, it is a place of meditation for all Alenconnais.
The church of Verneuil keeps a vial of water, blessed by Saint Latuin, whose healing properties are exceptional.
The church of Mortagne keeps in relic the sandals of the saint.
The church of Argentan holds a stone where the hand of Saint Latuin takes shape as well as a bure having belonged to him. |
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Hagiography of Saint Lazare
Hagiographie Saint Lazare was written by the inhabitants of the village of Autun and gave its name to their cathedral.
His Origins
Lazare was born, according to the tradition, on August 31, 1058, in Constantinople (illegitimate son of a merchant father of squash and melons of Spain and a Moorish mother who dies in layer, after being overthrown by a stupid colossus named Jona Lomu). During his early years, the little Lazarus followed his father who was unfortunately murdered, crushed by robbers on the road back to his native Languedoc. Supported by several groups of draws, we lose a little trace of Lazarus. But obviously his early childhood was very hard and taught him the physical endurance that will make his glory as an adult. Saved by the Bulgarian Maréchaussée during the arrest of the brigands, he is sent to the Kingdom of France, because the little Lazarus only repeat "Jo soc DEL Llengadoc" ("I come from Languedoc").
Back to Béziers
He reappears then officially in Béziers in Languedoc in 1071, while he is still a child. He is entrusted to a local priest, who cares for orphans and a small local Soule team. Although his youth among the brigands taught him how to cope with un aristotelian manners, as soon as he was exposed to a healthy environment, the young Lazare immediately proved his pure spirit by quickly reinstating rules of healthy life and a very developed moral sense. It is said that during one of these trips in the forest, Lazare would have recovered a man almost dead to the disproportionate body and brought back to Béziers carrying him on his back on a dozen kilometers. The man was saved. It turned out that the latter was a famous reliever who, to thank Lazare, took him under his wing and took him to play at his home in Autun.
Lazare's life changes from nothing to everything: Immediately, Lazare reveals himself as an exceptional player. His physique, he already had almost the build and the strength of an adult, and his resistance make him the star player of the team despite his young age.
The revelation
Then, it is the revelation: According to his own words "an Archangel appeared to me after a sacred stamp during a game of Soule". From then on Lazare, cultivates both the religious way as well as a fantastic career of Soulard. His appointments as Priest at the Cathedral of Autun and Captain of the Soule d'Autun team, at the age of 20, earned him the nickname of Soulard Priest, resulting in some confusion. Lazare shares his time and energy between the faith he preaches in the Cathedral of Autun and the advice he gives on the grounds.
A tireless churchman, he works to guide all believers in the doubt to the Divine Way, legend has it that he had hired the referee as a deacon to whistle to the ears of parishioners falling asleep during his Mass. A tireless Soule player, he sometimes performed sermons and sermons in the middle of a match, highlighting the soule as a factor of unity and mutual aid within his parish.
His sermons are so strong that it is said that some faithful came out of the cathedral with the bolt. Some writings say: "Father Lazarus evoked the love of his neighbor and the respect of others, at those times he radiated a warmth and a huge sweetness.By looking well, it was possible to see to rise a few feet above the ground to dominate the assembly of faithful ".
Captain coach of the Autun team, he drastically trained his team. One of his favorite sessions was to run on the wheel of the watermill of the nearby river. "Excellent exercise of balance and strength". The well known order of Lazare coach "All has the wheel!" has given rise to the rumor that the current name of the Autun river, Arroux, originates from the call of Saint Lazare!
Such an iron training resulted in the unchallenged domination of the Autun Team during the whole of Lazare's captaincy. The competing teams, tired of the defeats and the blows, ended up saying that the matches in Autun looked like funerals, but with a priest on the ground they could more easily be confessed to regain strength. Hence the nickname of the Autun team, still in force today: Funeral homes!
His Death
At 33, a bad blow prepared for a long time by the only team about to resist two minutes, and with the complicity of the referee, leaves him for dead, the body completely lashed by happy players to finally get rid of this sacred captain. His mutilated body is installed in a small chapel and there, during the night, a strange glow in the shape of a soule appeared, visible from all the Autunois and the opposing souls remained in tavern to celebrate their victory: there was no doubt that it was a divine sports visitation. The glow floated from the field near the ground (where it was later decided that Lazare would be buried, thus becoming the future cemetery) to the death chamber. But this glow brought Lazarus back to life and, what surprised everyone, in good shape, ready to resume the match won by cheating.
This thirty-third year, however, must have been fatal to Lazare:
The cup of soule (so many times won) had naturally found its place in the cathedral of Autun. Lazare taking care to remove every grain of dust that came over her.
On the night of the fatal February 29, 1091, a captain of a vanquished team, no longer able to "own" the cup, slipped quietly into the cathedral, with, as an unacknowledged goal, to steal the famous trophy.
Surprised in full larceny, a terrible fight ensued. The thief striking Lazare with the precious trophy, abandoning Lazarus to his fate, dying on the ground in the nave of the cathedral.
The most brilliant doctors were called out, who will not prevent his death a few days later. The thief, in his flight, had abandoned the murder weapon, on which was found the blood of Lazarus. His last words were, according to tradition:
"Go little ones! "
To this day, these few drops of blood are preserved in a small vial exposed in the place of the ancient trophy.
Some say that a few microns of this blood are part of the famous drink at the funeral parlors: the carrot liqueur, and which has given so much victory to the souls of this city!
St Lazare is the patron saint of Soule, Spanish melons and February 29th. |
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Saint Lydia
Childhood and persecution
Lydia was born in Cyprus in Asia Minor, in the middle of the third century after Christos. Daughter of a wealthy family converted to Aristotelianism for nearly a century, she grew up hiding her faith.
Lydia, a convinced Aristotelian, prayed secretly. She had as her teachings only the stories of the apostles of Christos told by her grandmother as she had no books. The written texts were forbidden by her father, who was afraid that soldiers would come and discover them.
At that time, the Emperor Numerian persecuted and tortured the Aristotelians. In a dream he often had in his youth, he had seen an Aristotelian steal his popularity. His hatred was immense: he did not hesitate to burn Aristotelian baptismal medals and once they were red, to stock them on the foreheads of the presupposed Aristotelians before having them killed.
Her Life, Her Death
As an adult, Lydia became a renowned doctor for her community. Although she was in contact with the royal family and the wealthy families of the city, she still practised her religion secretly.
One day, while she was caring for the poor in a building, she had rented for this purpose, she was stopped by soldiers who told her that the Emperor had summoned her to his palace.
The son of Numerian was subject to a high fever for several weeks. No medic of the court had been able to find a cure, so he had resolved to appeal to Lydia, having heard the miracles she had done to the poor.
Three days later, thanks to the care she lavished upon him, the Emperor's son found himself on his feet. Numerian did not believe in miracles and was intrigued by this woman who had succeeded in three days what his medics had not managed to do in several weeks. He, therefore, insisted on keeping her with him for a few more days, officially to thank her by giving her the title of the imperial medic, unofficially to give the proconsul the option to spy on her to find out the secret of her medicine.
One evening, while the proconsul was spying on Lydia, he saw her in prayer and heard her praise Christos and his apostles in a low voice.
When this was revealed to the Emperor, one did not need to wait long for his reaction: furious that an Aristotelian had lodged under his roof and eaten in his cutlery, he had her arrested and executed. It is said that he took the Aristotelian medal found on Lydia and put it to heat and then paste it on her forehead with such force that no one could take it off her body.
The repercussion
Several days after this event, Numerian was taken with the same fever as his son. The medics did not find any solution to lead him on the path of healing, but all could see that day after day a circular mark with a cross in its middle took shape on the forehead of the emperor.
Outside, the situation was different: the poor could not receive free care as Lydia gave them and died by the hundreds. Their corpses piled up in the city, much to the dismay of the tradesmen and the city-dwellers who protested in front of the imperial council and demanded that the emperor provides a voluntary medic to the poor and open a building reserved for them, as had done Lydia.
Numerian, remorseful for having killed the only one who could have healed him and ashamed to see an Aristotelian medal on his forehead, understood from seeing the demands of the people that he was the protagonist of his premonitory nightmare, by murdering Lydia, he made her more popular than himself.
Numerian had the building reopened where Lydia received the poor and installed several medics there, all at no cost. He authorized the practice of Aristotelian worship and had Lydia's remains, as well as several parchments about her life, brought to Rome, where the supreme head of the Church was residing.
It is said that Numerian was cured of his fever and that the mark on his forehead disappeared soon after. It is also known that several miraculous cures took place in the building allocated to the poor.
Symbol and Relic
Patron Saint of medics and the medicine way
Crypt with texts and remains discovered in (?)
Her feast is April 17th, the day the medal mark appeared on the emperor's forehead
Written from Turkish and Latin texts discovered in a crypt below the square of Aristotle by Roman city-dwellers charged with the city canalisation.
Translated within the Villa of St. Loyat into English by Cardinal-Deacon Caillen Jolieen MacKinnon Rose 1467 |
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