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    Hagiography of Saint Malo



    Malo (in Breton Malou) is one of the seven founding saints of Brittany. His name is associated with Saint-Malo, where he lived. He is often represented with a boat.


    I - The Welsh Birth of Malo

    Malo was born in Wales in the year 502. His father, Gwent, was king of the country of the same name as him, the Gwent. The king's wife, Derwala, a long time sterile, finally gave him an heir, when she was in her sixty-sixth year. Malo came to the world, in the monastery of Llancarvan. That same night, thirty-three other women, from the suite at Derwala, also gave birth to thirty-three boys. The abbot of the monastery, Brendan, baptized the newborns and became the godfather of Malo.


    II - The Youth of Malo

    Malo was very pious. While his comrades were going to play on the beach, he preferred to retire to pray in solitude. His delights were the Prayer, which he only interrupted to go about his books. As soon as he began to learn Latin, he had the Book of Virtues continually before his eyes. He would be ordained a priest a few years later. One day when he was praying, he was suddenly taken by the idea of ​​going to the Armorica to become a missionary.


    III - The Armorica

    Malo received the blessing of his godfather Brendan and departed with the brothers to the sea. He would have docked at Alet. Built at the mouth of the Rance, Alet was then a center of some importance. The present parish of Saint-Servan was attached to it, and the original site is still called nowadays the City. The faith that had been preached before had declined a lot as a result of the invasions of the barbarians. In addition, there were still pagans. Malo set to work and began by surrounding the city with a belt of small monasteries that he entrusted to his companions. Not far from him, moreover, had established other monks who were already recognized in the Armorica - they were Brieuc, Samson and Tugdual.


    IV - Accession to the Episcopate

    The brilliancy of Malo's piety, like his eloquence and his eminent virtues, soon spread his fame. But Malo was not a bishop; the bishopric of Alet had become vacant by the death of the titular. The people and the clergy solicited the king of the country of Domnonia, Judicael, to force Malo to accept the succession. The king called him to his palace. Upon arrival, Malo released a possessed by an exorcism, which has further increased his reputation. Malo went on a pilgrimage to the tomb of St. Martin in Tours. There he received the episcopal consecration before returning to Aleppo. For many years, he struggled to root out the vices, giving his flock the example of virtue before preaching it. It is said that he usually went to church for the service of the night, around nine or ten of the evening until morning, fasting every day and abstaining continually from meat. Attentive not to lose any time, he displayed a tireless charity for the sick, for the poor, being also hospitable for foreigners. A detail which has its human value: he loved the flowers and liked to cultivate them with his hands.


    V - The Work of the Rain

    For a moment, Malo was seriously ill, so that it was thought he was going to die. The people were sad because he was always quick to defend his followers against the madness of the lady Anastraina who amused himself by torturing his subjects taking what they had and moving them from farm to farm. As the work of the lady progressed, the land became dry and barren and the men and the animals died of disease. Malo, meanwhile, was preparing to die; he had resolved to leave this world, sad to see the evils that overwhelmed his faithful. While confessing one last time, he had resigned himself to this future he only found too unhappy. The next night while he slept, he had a dream in which he saw himself praying in his Cathedral when a voice told him "If you stay, your people will be saved" . He only remembered that in that dream, he made a simple nod of acquiescence.
    In the morning, when he was awake, he was healed, being able to even get up and walk, and celebrated in the same day his first mass. Just outside of the Church, a long rain began to flow, making the land fertile again. Its return was experienced as a miracle and the lady Anastraina died some time later, finally releasing her faithful.



    VI - The wrath of Malo

    While Malo had returned for some time from Tours, a local lord by the name of Mael Morrigan sinned by his behavior; he was married to Camille the thief. Malo then arrived at his castle, which was located on a small island, telling him:
    "Mael Morrigan, I was told that your behavior was filled with sin, terrorizing even people living on your fief. You must confess and do penance."
    The lord did not fail to answer him.
    "I am a great lord, I have done more war than you, so I do not have to listen to priests! Besides, I had shaved the church and chase the clergy out of my stronghold. You will not come to bribe my soldiers with your messages of love that nobody cares! If your God is really powerful, let Him take my castle!"
    Malo then announced to the lord:
    "So be it, tomorrow your castle will be gone."
    The next night, a huge storm arose, causing stronger and stronger waves to crash on the castle, which destroyed this one. The lord, who had been able to escape just in time, could in the morning see only the ruins that remained of his castle. Malo then came back to see him and the Lord told him then:
    "Your God is so powerful, so I'm going to put myself at his service."
    Thus the Lord joined an abbey and never again spoke of him. The fief was given to Malo who rebuilt the church; the peasants to thank him all gave each harvest a sack of wheat that Malo hastened to turn into bread to give to the poor of his diocese.

    Malo died peacefully after years with his flock. By his example of piety, the city of Alet would take the name of Saint-Malo.


    It is celebrated on November 15th.

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    San Marco, patron of the very serene Republic and Navigants

    Birth and Childhood
    Marco was born into a modest family of famrers in Corfu in the early years of this century. He knew, however, never misery. Intuitive and lively child, he was educated since childhood in the teachings of Aristotle. However his energy led him to focus more on physical activities and play. He acted like a pestilential and vagabond child. His bravado was known throughout the village. He used his intelligence to make jokes and bravado of all kinds at the expense of the people of the village. His well-known feat occured when he walled the door of the mayor's house, with the mayor himself and all his family inside.


    The vision and the youth
    It is said that at the age of 17, while he was in a cellar where, after a long testing of local products, he had a vision. 
    An elderly woman with a serene face, her eyes deep as oceans, surrounded by a bright light that held a golden staff in her hand, appeared to him and told him : 

    « I am Archangel Raffaella, what are you doing here ? 

    « euh… I was not drinking...*hips* » 

    Your brothers are waiting for you. 
    The Archangel continued without paying attention to his words. 
    Turn to the new Oanylone and rejoin them » 
    After which she struck the young man's head with her staff and disappeared. 

    When he came to his senses, Marco was not sure if he had seen a reas vision or if he had dreamed. But the headaches related to the blow on his person proved that the Archangel had really hit him and that the vision was therefore real. 

    Shaken by the event, he decided to follow the directions and leave for Rome. He left his village and embarked on a boat heading to Ortranto.
    During the crossing, Marco, once the first difficulties passed – thanks to his energy and his youth – was fascinated by his role as sailor in which he found good predispositions. His well-managed impetuosity gave good results.

    Once in Otranto, Marco found himself facing the reality of a big city. An important port stood in front of him and in this converged multitudes of ships from all the mediterranian sea. Excited by this atmosphere, he began to frequent the inns of the port and made friends with bands of young unsavory addicted to „gozzoviglie“ and petty crime flourishing in a lare port like this idruntino. 
    Soon his reputation as a young daredevil led him to join a crew of sea robbers. Marco was not intrested in the property caught in the boats they were targeting. So what was he excited about ? Adventure, danger and action and of course life on the seas, which fascinated him more and more.


    The conversion and the Roman period
    Among assaults, leaks and reckless acts, Marco's pirate career lasted a few years: until he was captured by the Roman imperial foces and incarcerated in Toast.
    His stay in prision was a shock to the young man who suddenly realized the seriousness of his actions. 
    The harshness of the prison and the promiscuity with miserable and abandoned people made him open his eyes to his past. His heart was now open to welcomes the truth of the Most High.
    The years of prison changed him deeply and Marco came out deeply marked and changed.
    After these years of captivity, returned to the true Aristotelian faith, Marco finally decided to join Rome, as the Archangel Raffaella had told him in his vision, and to rally with the Aristotelian community. Once at his destination, he joins the community of Titus and Samoth.
    After a long period of hardship, the young man conquered the confidence of the apostles. Tithus in his letter from Rome, greeting the Aristotelians of Asia, asks for news of Marco's health. He even makes his faithful a collaborator. Later he was imprisioned with him and witnessed his martyrdom as one of the nine saved from his sacrifice. 


    Preaching and martyrdom 
    Afther the death of Titus, Samoth sent him to convert nothern Italy. He arrived at Aquileia, which became his first launching pad for his preaching. He will become the first Bishop Patriach. 
    Through his travels, Marco continued his preaching in the surrounding territories, thus joining his great love: the sea and navigation. He will define himself by this expression. : « Sailor of the Most High ». 
    During one of his many trips, he was surprised by a storm and took refuge on the Rialtine Island (first nucleus of the future of Venice), where he fell asleep and dreamed of an angel who greeted him: « Pax tibi Marce » and encouraged him to continue in his work. 
    Marco devoted himself to preaching along the coast of Eastern Adriatic with many followers. This gave him the aversion of the authorities. 
    Finally, at Durres, he was imprisoned by the Imperial Prefect and tortured to force him to abjure; but he refused. The prefect then decided to make a victim of the circus games. Marco was carried into the amphitheater where ferocious lions were brought in. He knelt down in the center of the arena and began to pray. The lions then left miraculously and did not attack it. The furious prefect entered the arena with the sword unsheathed to kill Marco, but he only stirred the hatred of the lions who threw themselves on him to devour him.

    Marco was taken back to prision, but the voice of this propaganda miracle provoked many conversions and caused concern for the authorities. The latter, to avoid problems, then decided to take him in secret to the shore where he was buried up to the neck waiting for high tide. 
    Before he dies he says: 
    « You are sailors until the sea frees you». 

    His body was recovered by some friends who had embraced the voice of the Faith after the lions prodigy. Hir burial became a place of worship and pilgramage. At my side a church was erected. 


    The miracle of the winged lion and the foundation of Venice 
    In 452, the city of Aquileia was besieged by Attila and many of the faithful took refuge in the cathedral. After long days of meditation some left the cathedral saying that prayer would not save them. To those who remained, a winged lion spoke to them: 

    Peace to you, Marco protects you and guides you. You showed your Faith: your only salvation. 

    The lion led them out of the city wrapped in a fog that hid them from the eyes of the enemy.
    After a few days, they arrived on the Rialtine Islands ; the lion spoke again. 

    You do not regret the ancient glory of Aquileia, greater will rise here a city under the lion's mark. 

    Venice will thus know its first foundations. 

    The relics 
    In 828, two Venetian merchants were attacked by robbers and they took refuge in Venice where to contain them, there was built a small chapel which was then replaced in time with a basilica. 

    Patron 
    sailor, very serene Republic of Venice, the city of Venice, the city of Auqileia.

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    The life of Marie-Madeleine of Sainte Baume (1266 - ?)

    1. The youth of Marie-Madeleine

    Marie-Madeleine was born on June 6, 1266 in Saint Maximin in Provence in a small convent outside the city.
    Her mother, Sister Marie-Thérèse took care of the ordering and taking delivery of the food for the community of the nuns.
    The birth of Marie-Madeleine within the convent raised many questions regarding the vow of chastity of her mother, multiple investigations were conducted but no proof of culpability whatsoever was proved.

    Sister Marie-Thérèse assured that she had not had physical contact with the local baker, who was only suspect because he was the only man who made deliveries to the convent: the sister was acquitted for lack of proof, but the doubt persisted.
    The case was closed and it was decided that Sister Marie-Thérèse would raise her daughter in secrecy

    The education of Marie-Madeleine thus took place in the confines of the small kitchen and the small administration office where her mother worked.
    The learning of food management, its correct use and its fair Distribution among the sisters was her main occupation during the first fifteen years of her existence.
    Marie-Madeleine knew an immense number of recipes, from olive salads to fig cakes and then goat stews, and worked miracles when making the accounts:
    indeed she handled the figures with ease, thus her mother entrusted the total responsibility of their management to her daughter, without speaking about it to anyone.

    2. The exile of Marie-Madeleine

    The day of her fifteen birthday, the small community of the convent came to a decision for the future of Marie Madeleine. She could not decently become one of their sisters, the latent jealousy, for so many years, against Marie-Thérèse was so strong as none of them would ever have accepted it: why would she be the only one to be able to procreate and not they?
    Thus, it was decided to banish from the convent the poor girl, She did not imagine that there was so much hate towards her. The sisters considered that at 15 years, and with her useful knowledge, the unfortunate would be able to survive this situation.

    One moonless night in the summer of 1281, Marie-Madeleine was thus driven outside the convent by two sisters. She was made to swear an oath to never say to anyone from where she came and to never return to the convent under penalty of being publicly humiliated. The two sisters brought her on the back of a donkey until they arrived at the mountain of Saint Baume and deposited her with a few things and a small bundle of provisions, then without saying a word they returned to the convent.

    The first night of Marie-Madeleine, alone in the shadow of the massive mountain of Saint-Baume, was long and full of bitterness. But on the following day she passed over the top and went away northwards. This was the only acceptable destination without some difficulties.
    After some days of walking she arrived in the small village of Correns.
    She discussed with some locals in the tavern, who told her that the Lord of Correns was looking for a cook; thus she went to the Castle Gibron where the Lord lived and obtained without any difficulty the management of the kitchens: she needed only a few minutes to compose a salad which exhilarated the taste buds of the Lord, there was no question of the person he should hire.


    3. The success of Marie-Madeleine

    Her age could had been a handicap, but she had been able to adapt herself and she became an important figure of the castle with her culinary talents inherited from her mother. The delicious plates she was cooking for the Lord and his entourage made her soon became very popular and many curious persons were coming each day with hope to taste what the Marie-Madeleine prepared.
    Her master, the Lord, was happy to see such a crowd coming to visit his castle, but was afraid about how much it would cost to satisfy their appetite. So he asked Marie-Madeleine to create a little pastry that would be cheap but very tasteful too, a little cake to be known all over the world, so the Lord could sell it and make a substantial profit.

    Marie-Madeleine, being the culinary expert that she was, did not take much time to find a solution. The pastry she created was easy to make and economic but exquisite such was the small cake which she invented. It was shaped as a shell, of gilded colour. The pastry soon became very popular so, the Lord, to honour his maidservant, named the cake «Madeleine».

    4. The disappointment of Marie-Madeleine

    More and more people came to Correns to discover the Madeleine of the Saint-Baume. Marie-Madeleine did not go out of her kitchen, because she had to cook Madeleine and despite the help of all her boys and girls assisting her, she had only a little rest: the castle cookers was no longer a secret, for her and her success was henceforth renowned. But the need of Marie Madeleine's gratitude and her desire to satisfy the others did not bring her luck. Indeed, because she was the only one to succeed in the making of the cake and because she depended on the willingness of her master, she remained shut up almost thirty years in the kitchen of the Castle Gibron.
    During this period she was never able to go outside, she never had the pleasure to meet a single admirer of madeleines except her host who checked the quality of her work, she never was able to return to the convent of Saint Maximin in order to prove to the sisters of what she was able to do all along, she never again saw her mother…

    She prayed to the Most High and to Aristotle, but the prayers were not heard during these long thirty years. Her name was known of all but nobody had seen her, and those who had seen the face when she arrived at Correns could not recall how she looked, so long had it been a long since she had last appeared in broad daylight. Some rumours began to circulate about her, some people thought for example that Marie-Madeleine had never existed and that the Lord of Correns was a sorcerer who bewitched the visitors with her poisoned cakes. Besides, this rumour was the one which broke Marie-Madeleine's isolation. Her absence started to cost her master his reputation, the sale of madeleines began to decrease: everybody wanted to see the one who cooked them. The attention was only attracted on her and no more on her cakes or her master. Then the Lord of Correns gave in the pressure and organized a presentation.

    5. The escape of Marie-Madeleine

    There were many people who came to attend the presentation ceremony of Marie Madeleine on the 12th of December, 1311: the yard of the Castle Gibron was overcrowded and there were a lot of people all around, invading every nook of Correns. Marie-Madeleine had difficulty to overcome her fear of meeting her admirers and had to stay awake all night to pray in order to draw her strength. Her master had felt her fear, and thinking of his own interests he had posted guards in front of the kitchen where she had her bed in order to prevent her from slipping away from the ceremony. Undoubtedly he should have let her stay away because the next day when she saw the audience during the ceremony, she was submerged by dismay: all were obese! Young and old, men and women, rich and poor, all had a deformed and fat body.

    Marie-Madeleine understood suddenly that this phenomenon had been caused by its own madeleines delightfully made with quite fatty butter. But it was too late to return now; these persons had eaten it so much! She became aware of the situation and managed to flee from Correns while running with all the energy she had with their stomach full of cakes, her pursuers forsook their pursuit and they never again spoke about Marie-Madeleine.

    6. The inquiry of the Teutonic Order into Marie-Madeleine

    About fifty years later, members of the Teutonic Order caught wind of this story and being intrigued decided to look more closely into it. After having opened an investigation, having interviewed the inhabitants of Correns and having consulted the archives of the Castle Gidron, they came to an opinion that the missing person should be thought of as an example of an Aristotelian. Abandoned by the sisters of the convent where she was born, in spite of this she succeed to be known through all the Kingdoms. Confined illegally in her kitchen by her master, she did her utmost for thirty long years to supply to her admirers some delicious madeleines by making the ultimate sacrifice. She lived through her creations to bring happiness.

    She gave proof of friendship and self-sacrifice by devoting herself to the preparation of her famous cakes; of conservation by finding the means to subsist, of temperance by accepting her condition and by obeying her master, of justice by trying to make the most madeleines as possible in order that all should have some, of pleasure while doing what she liked i.e. to cook and of conviction by believing that to act such as she did she would make the world better, and during all this time the admirers of madeleines sinned in excess!
    The Lord of Correns first of all: selfish man because he thought only of his own wealth and an envious person because he appropriated all Marie Madeleine's merits. But the admirers of madeleines were not innocent either: selfish men because they thought only about madeleines and not of Marie-Madeleine, greedy because they stuffed themselves with these cakes and followers of the lechery by abusing pleasures of the flesh.

    The punishment was general: the Lord of Correns lost his single source of income and prestige and all those who misused madeleines were filled with remorse and full of regrets. The poor maid Marie-Madeleine, seeing the disastrous consequences of the excessive use of her creation, had reacted logically by running away that day from there. But she did not leave without leaving something: it is necessary to know that she had succeeded in theorizing mathematically the technique used with her whip to prepare the pastry for the madeleines: v = (Im (f *) df / dx) / |f ¦ ², now there are many carpenters in all the kingdoms who have engraved this formula on oars, nobody knows why it was necessary to make on an oar but the fact remains that it was the case. When Marie-Madeleine ran away from the Castle Gibron, all these oars vanished and the formula was forgotten by all! Then, around thirty years later, certain persons witnessed a strange phenomenon: one oar appeared at night at home (at random), and the formula was always engraved upon it. Only Aristotle can have a sufficient logic to comprehend and understand this phenomenon, does the Lord wish that the madeleines come back in order to test a second time the human beings?

    7. Marie - Madeleine's cave

    An expedition was thus sent on the 24th of April, 1362 around Correns in order to find where Marie-Madeleine had been able to go to hide. Saint-Baule Mountain was combed, and after several months of unsuccessful searches the expedition stumbled upon an isolated cave, in a discreet steep slope of the mountain. In the depths of the cave they found a skeleton.
    They analysed it for a long time and succeed to determine that it was that of a woman. Then by searching the cave a little bit more, they discovered the vestiges of a kitchen with cake pan with a shell form, exactly identical to those preserved in the wing "Marie-Madeleine" of the museum of Correns, as well as an oar with the above obscure inscription.
    It was an obvious inference and was thus it was easily and unanimous deduced. They were indeed in possession of the body of Marie-Madeleine of Sainte-Baume!
    There will be soon one century since the oars return, the greatest mathematicians are working and trying to decipher this formula.

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    Life of Saint Martin

    Martinus (Who we call Martin) was born around the year 316 of the Aristotelian era of the Foundation in the Roman province of Pannonia. His father's name was Martinus, and he was a senior officer in the imperial army.
    About his mother, we know almost nothing, except that she was called Banetta and that she was good as bread. She died while little Martin was 3 years old, leaving the father in trouble.
    The Martini family is devoted to the Empire and practice the faith of their ancestors by worshiping all kinds of gods and even worshiping the emperor. So they live in sin.
    They are sometimes in contact with local Aristotelian communities, but do not understand the rites or the holy message.
    Father and son then traveled west of Europe according to the assignments, from garrison town to garrison town.

    Life in the army

    At 15 years old, Martinus having shown a taste for the profession of arms, his father decided to hire his son as a soldier in the legion.
    He will know about military discipline and the real life of a soldier.
    During his military rest, he and other legionaries were given a small piece of land to cultivate.
    Martin begins by annexing, willingly or by force, the lots of his neighbors, equips his domain with a strong palisade of stakes and makes it a sanctuary where no one can approach without risking his wrath.
    Whenever someone tries to disturb him, he goes out like a madman and defends himself step by step against the intruders, so many are they.
    The war he loves and beware of the one who will cross his sword!
    He takes part in a campaign against the pagan and barbaric Germans where he is distinguished by his courage and the number of enemies he kills with his hand.
    His superior, named Marcus Bonus Pistonnus, gave him the rank of Circitor, a junior officer responsible for conducting night patrols and inspecting the guards. It is a position of trust that is rarely given to young men, Martinus then just twenty.
    Affected in Gaul, perhaps for his knowledge of Gaulish, it is during one of these rounds of night that a winter evening 338 in Amiens, he is touched by grace.
    His path crosses indeed an old man chilled with cold in the snow. Martin approaches him, gently. And Martin the warrior, the one that everyone feared understands. He understands that Friendship is stronger than anything. In front of this miserable being, resigned to death, he knows wonder.
    He approaches the old man, pulls the sword from the scabbard. He undoes his coat and slices it to share it. His life will now be dedicated to the poor and to Christos.
    But this time is troubled by incessant barbaric incursions.
    In March 354, Martinus participated in the campaign on the Rhine against the Alamans at Rauracum.
    His new religious beliefs forbid him to shed blood and he refuses to fight. To prove that he is not a coward and believes in God's protection, he proposes to serve as a human shield.He is chained and exposed to the enemy and, for some unexplained reason, the barbarians ask for peace.
    The following year he was baptized at Easter and thus enters the great Aristotelian community.

    The Bishop of Tours
    After 20 years of loyal service in the Legion, he retired and received a piece of land owned not far from Tours in Gaul.
    Soon, many faithful come running because his reputation preceded him.
    Many years pass.
    In 370 in Tours, the bishop in place has just died. The inhabitants want to choose Martin but he has chosen a path full of humility and does not aspire to be a bishop.
    The inhabitants therefore remove him and proclaim him by force bishop on July 4, 371 without his consent.
    In spite of some furious blows carried by the saint (his martial character spring then) and the sending of stones and other various objects, the popular fervor does not decline. On the contrary, the objects received quickly become relics that are torn out. Martin finally submits thinking that this is undoubtedly the divine will.
    He spent the rest of his life tirelessly going through his diocese, constantly converting the pagans then very numerous in the campaigns of that time.
    It imposes itself a life of discipline and organized according to a military ritual which will never leave it: to raise at fixed times, prayers, meals of oatmeal and glass of vinegar water.
    He gathers with him some disciples who follow him in his peregrinations.

    Did Martin have gifts of healer? Certainly, if not how to explain all the miracles attributed to him: they say he does« springs from the springs, heals the paralytics, the possessed, the lepers, he resuscitates the children, he makes the mutes speak, he can even heal from a distance, or by means of an object which he himself has even touched. He calms furious animals and even hail.»

    One day, seeing kingfishers arguing over fish, he explains to his disciples that demons are competing in the same way for the souls of the faithful on the moon. And so the birds take the name of the bishop.

    The next day, exhausted by this life of soldier of God, Martin dies at the end of autumn, November 8, 397 on a bed of ashes as the holy men would die; disputed between Poitevins and Tourangeaux, his body is subtilized by the latter who do it discreetly and not without passing through a window of the chapel where he rests and he is quickly escorted by the river to Tours where he is buried.
    At the passage of his body on the Loire between Poitiers and Tours, the flowers begin to bloom in the middle of November. This amazing phenomenon will give birth to the expression "summer of Saint Martin"!
    Associated symbols :

    Relic :
    The cloak, the one he shared with a poor man on the day of Revelation, currently in the cathedral of Tours.

    Linked items: Courage, strength, compassion
    First missionary to spread Aristotelianism in Gaul.

    Quotations:
    - Lost battles can often be summed up in two words: too late
    - I loved the war too much
    - I was born to share Friendship and not hatred
    - The more we share and the more we have
    - I shared my cope, you will all receive!
    Note concerning this last quote: it was pronounced by Martin when the faithful wanted to make him bishop by force. There ensued a rain of objects on them. But it must be understood that all this is only parable. We will all receive the Kingdom of God on the Sun!

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    Hagiography of Saint Mungo – Saint of Scotland and Glasgow



    Here is the bird that never flew
    Here is the tree that never grew
    Here is the bell that never rang
    Here is the fish that never swam


    Birth of a Beloved
    Saint Mungo, the Beloved, also known as Kentigern which is used by the English, was born around 525 on the riverbank of River Forth, near the small village of Culcross. His mother Tenneu was a princess, daughter of King Lleuddun , who ruled Lothian and was infamous for his fury. Saint Mungo was conceived as the fruit of love of Princess Tenneu and King Owain. However, King Owain was married to another woman at that time and Princess Tenneu was accused of seducing Owain, leading him into sin. Her father Lleuddun, a man of wroth, denounced Tenneu and threw her from the heights of Traprain Law. Through a miracle, she and her unborn child survived the fall and escaped via the River Forth in a coracle. After a day of drifting downstream on the river, Tenneu found her way to the riverbank and discovered an abandoned campfire. There, in the warmth and safety of the fire, she gave birth to Kentigern, meaning 'Big chief' in Tenneu's native tongue. A local farmer, who found mother and child the next day, quickly brought the priest from the nearby village of Culcross, who rushed to give his aid to the mother and the newborn child. As he saw the young boy, he gently took him in his arms. "Mynn cu," he said, "my beloved.” And this nickname slowly changed to Mungo, which he adopted as his own name.

    Youth and first Miracle
    Saint Mungo was raised in an Aristotelian manner from his mother, who was well-versed in the Dogma and the Holy Scriptures. However, Saint Mungo also learned the old Celtic traditions and the respect for nature. During long walks, he became familiar with all local flora and fauna. One day, a group of robins were pecking on the ground of the village, looking for scraps. Some of his classmates, being young and brazen, began throwing rocks at the birds. One bird was hit by the stones and fell to the ground. The boys ran from the scene. Saint Mungo ran as well, but rather then running away, he ran towards the hit bird. He took the bird in his hands and prayed over it. After a little while, the bird was revived and it flew away as if nothing had happened. The villagers who witnessed the event called it a miracle that the young rushed to the bird's aid and was able to revive it. And thus, Saint Mungo performed his first miracle.

    ”Ariston's monastery” and the second Miracle
    He was educated and trained as a priest of the Ancient Church at the monastery of Ariston at Culross, Fife. His mother's teachings and his childhood experience assured him to follow the path of virtue and he maintained a desire to strengthen his Aristotelian belief. He joined as a disciple and was introduced to the daily routines within the monastery. One winter night, it was the duty of the future Saint to watch over the fire. The fire was the only source of heat and crucial to all who lived inside the monastery. He fell asleep and the precious fire was lost to the cold wind. Even the last sparkle of burning ash was gone. When St. Mungo woke he realized the misery he had created with his negligence and took a thick, ice covered branch and placed it on the fireplace. Some of the monks were already awake and witnessed this miracle. St. Mungo prayed to god.

    In deep desperation,
    Never more aware of imperfection of myself
    Cold by failing my tasks
    Everyone counting on me, I disappointed
    Not for me, I ask your love.
    Deliver them your love, warm them as they are your children
    Inflame their hearts and keep them safe
    Oh Most High


    Called to Rome and Return to Scotland
    The time in Ariston's ended and he was ordained as priest. To deepen his faith, he went to Rome and was received by the pope of that time. He proved himself as a cleric worthy to take up the mission to bring the good faith to the people of Scotland. To be able to call the faithfuls to the mass. As it was common at that time, he received a handbell by the pope himself. Returning to Scotland, he was sent to a holy man called Fergus at Kernach. Fergus died the night he arrived and Mungo placed his body on a cart yoked by two wild bulls commanding them to convey it to the place ordained by the Lord. They stopped at Cathures where Fergus was buried and Mungo established a church. Mungo referred to this spot as 'Glasgu' or the beloved green place. This became Glasgow and the church developed into Glasgow Cathedral.

    The fish that never swim
    'Here's the Fish that never swam' - the fish with a ring in its mouth is a salmon and the ring was a present from Hydderch Hael, King of Cadzow, to his Queen, Languoreth. The Queen gave the ring to a knight to protect it with his life and keep it safe and the King, suspecting an intrigue, took it from him while he slept during a hunting party and threw it into the River Clyde. On returning home the King demanded the ring and threatened Languoreth with death if she could not produce it. The Queen appealed to the knight who, of course, could not help and then confessed to St. Mungo who sent one of his monks to fish in the river, instructing him to bring back the first fish caught. This was done and St Mungo extracted the ring from its mouth. The Queens reputation was restored and the King needed to beg pardon.

    Death and influence of the Saint
    Mungo lived an ascetic and holy life until his death in 603.
    Until today he remains the most influential cleric for the city of Glasgow as all his miracles are still to be found within the Coat of Arms of the city of Glasgow. His body has been buried within the crypt of the cathedral of Glasgow.

    Relics and Feast
    Feast Day: 13th of January
    Relics: His remains within the crypt of the Cathedral of Glasgow, The bell which is displayed in a shrine in the Cathedral.

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    Hagiography of Saint Nicomachus

    The patron saint of the maimed

    I - Living in the Shadow of the Father

    While Aristotle, traveled from city to city tirelessly preaching the message of the Almighty, Nicomachus was seen by many as little more than a weed as it was difficult and presumptuous to assume the role of the Prophet's son. Many fingers pointed at him as a curiosity and the whispers that accompanied this only reinforced the son's difficulty in having a normal childhood.

    Moreover, no tutor had the courage or audacity to replace the traveling father, so until the age of ten, the child received no further education than from some helots who loitered near the home.

    Eager for fatherly love, Nicomachus would learn all he could of the legendary tales of his father Aristotle. But rather than quench his thirst for the understanding of his father, they often left him feeling empty and full of questions and it was as if he was staring into a bottomless pit, with thoughts going from bad to worse and his father becoming further distant. What was his father doing?

    Then one day Aristotle returned: he was frail, a giant with feet of clay, overwhelmed with fatigue and almost broken. He was sixty years old.

    Nicomachus was dumbfounded; how could this fragile weak man be his father, how could the prophet be so weak, this fragile man that everyone loved, yet he himself was seen as a weed. It was then that he developed resentment toward his father, the hero.

    Now the son became laconic and cynical; all the questions he had developed earlier were not asked, he kept them to himself as he no longer sought his father's affections.

    II - Learning the precepts of Aristotle

    Then one day the news of Alexander's death spread like a typhoon. Consequently many rowdy drunkards from the council, for long hesitant to slander Aristotle, began to openly threaten him for changing the established order of the city and filling the minds of the people with dangerous prophecy.

    Unexpectedly to Nicomachus, Aristotle took him by the shoulder, handed him a large drink while laughing loudly, clinked glasses together and said "Do not worry my son, it is better to die in a hypocratic purge than to live forever surrounded by hypocrites"

    It is often in times of Adversity that the deepest bonds are struck, and it was during this time that The Father and Son reconciled. Aristotle tried to compensate for years of absence by teaching and expressing all his moral knowledge, so that his son who he now counted on, could have real expertise in the morals and be supported by his father's faith.

    Going to the heart of the concepts he taught him to look beyond the Appearances, to search for the Just, which may be hidden by decency and propriety, for Friendship without fear of loneliness, the Truth, Humility devoid of pride and enabled him to analyze that extreme virtues can become evil:

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    "Often, conservation is no longer that what it appears or intended to be. The peasant hoarding for a difficult future and eternal jackpot, stashes treasures under the goose down, buries it under the left buttock with his wife, yet soon he has a second field, which should be enough to serve him, yet he then becomes a craftsmen and he then covets the opulent apartment in the city; without for once ever touching on the fictitious nature of his insecurity.

    Yes this may be the signs of earthly success, and all because he hoarded his treasures, but he should think for a moment, has not his conservation indeed turned to the sin of gluttony, where he desires more and more. And it all started from hiding a pound under his bed to save for tough times."


    Of course, Aristotle often spoke of the prophecy and you could see the sparkle in his eyes when he did so. This sparkle was transferred to Nicomachus as well.

    Nicomachus absorbed everything with enthusiasm and delight.

    Eventually the day came when Aristotle, exhausted and weak from his exemplary life and travels finally gave in to the will of his son and allowed his son to transcribe the opus of metaphysics and the memories of his moral education that Aristotle had bestowed upon him. This was eventually to become the text of the Nicomachean ethics.

    That's when the family home was attacked by masked men. Nicomachus tried to intervene but he had his eyes gouged out and the house was set on fire, forcing the family to leave Athens for Chalcis.

    His father, straining to console him said "in cyclopedia, Oedipus is king" which means that, in the kingdom of the blind the one eyed man is King.


    III - sharing precepts


    Aristotle, chased out of Athens, had settled with his son Nicomachus and his granddaughter POSEIDONIA in Chalcis. That's where he learned that Seleucus, former General of Alexander had just had a son. Therefore he invited Seleucus to present his son Antiochus, for he had great revelations to make.

    In anticipation of this coming, Aristotle's prepared his son Nicomachus for the great mission of his life: to become the tutor of Antiochus.

    After Aristotle had met the young child Antiochus, Nicomachus therefore left with Seleucus, taking with him all the writings of his father and specific instructions for the education of the young Antiochus, as well as the sealed letter for Antiochus, to be opened on his 15th Birthday

    It was shortly after that Nicomachus learned of the death of his father, the Great Aristotle. His sorrow and pain were very deep, but he knew he had a job to do and he did everything to ensure his Father's teachings were transmitted to the greatest number.

    During the entire youth of Antiochus, Nicomachus recalled and collated all the writings of his father and compiled them into a book called "From The One God and his commandments." At the same time he taught these precepts to the young boy.

    Then when the child turned fifteen years age of the child, he told Antiochus of this book, as well as handing over the Sealed letter Aristotle had written for the young man.

    In this same year 305 before Christos, the father of Antiochus became King.

    Nicomachus went with Antiochus to Seleucia, the new capital of the Seleucid Empire, to continue the education of the young Antiochus, who listened carefully to his mentor and whose faith grew day by day.

    He also often went into the lands around Seleucia, in order to spread the teaching of his father.

    So one day, when he was explaining to some villagers the importance of friendship, he discovered a "brothel", where many women sold their bodies without shame. Although he did not see any obscenity, he heard enough to make him understand what was happening.

    Horror was depicted on the face of the son of the prophet. And he could not bring himself not to intervene, he let himself be dominated by his faith and he said his voice brimming with fervor:

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    "Shame on you men, you purveyors of sin! The sins of the flesh! I beg you to stop! Out of respect for our God and all! "


    Their eyes popped open at the strength and depth of the speech of Nicomachus, the men stopped their degrading acts, and got dressed, deeply embarrassed. The word's of Aristotle's son had struck deeply to their hearts and they all approached him asking:

    "Will you forgive us? ''

    He answered them that good deeds should be able to redeem the debaucherous path in which they lived. He invited them to follow in his path, teaching them what his father had taught him, and that they shall teach in their turn, and so on.

    It is in the year 289 before Christos that Nicomachus died. The teaching of his father that he had begun to deliver with the Seleucid nobility and the people would soon bear fruit, as on his deathbed, Nicomachus heard his disciple Antiochus promise him that soon he would create a true Church that would spread and teach the true faith as taught by Aristotle.

    Humble and detached from the vanity of the world, Nicomachus knew that he had fulfilled his destiny and had been guided by his conviction and the beauty of its movement, and thus the important business that Nicomachus undertook was never praised. He remained largely ignored by history and abandoned to the laurels of history, as do most humble men.




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    "The beauty of this world is nothing compared to the one before us!"


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    "The suffering of a man makes him stronger! And his faith is only strengthened."

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    Hagiography of St. Origène
    Chapter I - "The Early Years of Origène"






    1 Origen was born in Alexandria, 185 years after the birth of Christos.

    2 As his father, Léonide, was Aristotelian, the child had the rare, good fortune to grow up in an atmosphere immersed in the teachings of the Aristotelian Church.

    3 He received his first lessons from his father and learned, like him, to meditate on the sacred texts. He was immediately fascinated by what he read and his ardor and zeal quickly revealed a great intelligence. When the Alexandrian priest met him at the request of Léonide, he was so impressed by the knowledge and mastery of the sacred texts that the child had already developed, he baptized him at the age of twelve.

    4 A few years later, the Emperor Severus decided to prosecute Aristotelianism and its followers. Origène then saw his father arrested, tortured and executed. This tragic event profoundly affected his life.

    5 He met Porcinia a rich woman of the city who proposed to keep him financially in exchange for his favors. Origène, who had other ideas in mind, rejected her. This one, who wanted revenge, fell into a pigs trough and died shortly after of violent stomach pains.

    6 Instead of earthly possessions, the young man preferred a pure faith and above all respect for the Aristotelian Friendship which desires that every man should be concerned about the fate of others with empathy, charity, mutual help and love of their neighbour.

    7 Some accused him of a lack of reciprocity in his relations with others because he gave a lot and received little in exchange. To those, he said:

    8 "I certainly receive no riches in my relationships with others, but what I do not gain in obols, I will gain in love in my next life. All those who are destitute and whom I help give back to me a hundredfold by the friendship they return. My ultimate reward, I do not look for it down here, but in the Solar Paradise.”

    9 And indeed, his greatest virtue was his generosity. To help the poorest, he funded the free distribution of bread and clothes, opened his door to those who had no roof to sleep under, and one day Origène even made perhaps the most difficult of sacrifices for a friend: at that time he had a large library of manuscripts, many of which were beautifully written, and in order to help his friend who had lost everything in a house fire, he sold them and received in exchange for these treasures a large sum which he gave to his friend.

    10 His life, as a result of his generosity, was very simple. He dressed without luxury, ate only what he needed to live and slept on a simple pallet bed with only one blanket.

    11 Some thought then that Origène rejected pleasure, namely man’s choice to work to create the conditions for his own happiness.

    12 To these, he said:

    13 "My taste for life exists more than ever, in any case I am not inactive and spiritually depressed, on the contrary, I am the happiest of men. By living simply and giving to others what I don’t need in my life, I can enjoy my time studying the sacred texts, there is nothing to distract me from what is the essence of my life and from my pleasure in knowing I am deepening my faith. Henceforth, to separate me from the material goods not key to my survival is nothing compared to what I can bring to my next life through my generosity. As it is written in Apathy by Spyosu, "Thus did the humans involuntarily discover the first sin. It later bore the name of Apathy. This sin consisted of being diverted from divine love, to give oneself over to the material life by neglecting the spiritual life, to be concerned with the present without thought for what Jah had designed us for." I refuse Apathy, for me, the key lies in the spiritual life, and by removing myself from the temptation of material goods, I am closer to Jah and his will."

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    Hagiography of St. Patrick
    patron saint of Ireland

    His Birth and Early years

    St Patrick was born in the year 415.

    He was born in the north of England near the Irish border, his father was a deacon and his mother was a simple farm maiden. From his mother he acquired the traits of humbleness,and from his father he acquired great courage as he witnessed his father's preaching to violent pagans in the then wild lands of the north, in which he converted into the faith.

    Despite this, his father was a successful shepherd and managed to do his duty to the church, family, and town in equal measures.

    Patrick was proud of his father and wanted to follow his footsteps, but unfortunately a band of slave traders took him away.

    Slavery

    At the age of 16 a band of Celtic raiders took him and the people of his town as slaves to work the fields of Ireland. He did this for 6 years, witnessing first hand the atrocities and falsities the people of Ireland were subject to, no greater atrocity than his own slavery.

    It was during this time that Patrick became enlightened and thought of some of his greatest ideas and developed his conviction to end the misery of the people.

    One day, as he was reading some sermon from his father’s book when a shamrock fell from his cloak and landed on the page. It neatly landed in the middle of 3 words, such that each of its leaves ended at a word. One leaf pointed to the word God, another leaf pointed towards the word Aristotle and the third pointed toward the word Christos.

    Looking at this, Patrick took it as a sign and a way to convert the pagans. These pagans worshiped the shamrock as they saw it as a lucky token. Now Patrick had a way to link it to his faith.

    Closing the book, he pressed it hard so that the page remained stained with the green colour of the shamrock.
    Patrick was to stain all his works that way, with a shamrock surrounded by god, Christos and Aristotle.

    Patrick also realized that the shamrock was also a reflection of the lessons of life his father taught him, of devotion to Church, to family and to the community.

    Patrick eventually escaped.

    One night he dreamed of a boat that was waiting to take him away. While guiding his sheep past a beach the next morning he met an old man with a boat offering passage to Gaul.
    Taking nothing but his green (like the shamrock) cloak a white staff he used to help herd the sheep, some seeds of the shamrock, and a shepherd’s bell, Patrick boarded the boat and headed to Gaul.

    His time in Gaul

    Patrick spent much time at various monasteries. These were frustrating times for Patrick as he was a man of action, preferring to learn from example and listening while working rather than sitting and reading.
    While his father had taught him well, the north of England and Ireland were vast distances away from the centres of learning in Rome and Gaul in which Patrick had learned so much. The people had wandered far since the fall of Oanylone, and it was easy for them to fall foul of false suggestions. No descendents of Noam made it to Ireland, meaning the spark of the true faith did not reach the far island.

    While in Gaul, Patrick had a vision of a man coming to him. The man was carrying a shamrock, and some Irish whisky. He held a letter, the heading of which read “the voice of the Irish.” After drinking the whisky, Patrick could hear the sounds and voices of the people of Ireland, They were calling to him “come and walk among us Patrick, we have a need of you.”

    This prompted Patrick into action, he had books written, all embossed with Shamrocks, that he will use to spread the faith in Ireland. He had a cloak made to look like it was made of shamrocks. This was another idea of his to help him blend in with the pagans. As a Shepherd he wore a green cloak to blend in with the grass, This allowed the sheep to rest peacefully as there were no bright colours to confuse them.

    He traveled to Rome and met the Pope Leon. The Holy Father saw that he was genuine in his beliefs and appointed him as missionary to Ireland in 458. Also at that time, he was consecrated as bishop.


    Arrival back in Ireland

    On his arrival back in Ireland, Patrick started to preach daily about the life of Aristotle and Christos. He told many stories to the people as they rested after their toil in the fields, and most days he assisted the people with their work and told tales to keep their spirits up. As he walked, his shepherd’s bell would ring, like a shepherd tending to the flock of the Lord.

    But he did not have much luck converting them. They listened to him and tolerated him as they could see from his cloak, his staff and his bell that he meant no harm.

    One day as he was preaching in a typically cold and frozen paddock overlooking the sea, he was set upon by a band of pagans. These pagans bore the symbol of a serpent on their cloaks and shields.
    The Serpent Pagans were the largest of the pagan clans in Ireland, They had been established in the past by settlers from the fall of Oanylone who had witnessed the deaths of many of their family and friends to the snakes which were plentiful in the lands on the way to Ireland.
    In many nights that came a snake would come and one of the folk would die to the snakebite.
    Finally they crossed the sea to Ireland, and found no snakes. Not understanding the link, they started worshiping the serpent as a god.

    As the Druids approached, Patrick took out his white staff, raised it at the Druids and started reciting the stories of Christos. At that moment the sun appeared from behind the clouds and shone straight at the druids. Patrick spoke so powerfully and tapped his Staff loudly on the ground in time with his chanting, that many of the Druids were mesmerized. The Beating of the Staff, created so much noise, and aided by the sunshine, a large ice-shelf snapped off, taking many of the druids with them. The rest fled the lands, and those who witnessed started telling the story of the loud noises that kept the snakes away.

    After the people had heard of the event, he found it easier to convert them. He ordained many priests, divided the country into dioceses, held Church councils, founded several monasteries and continually urged his people to show greater devotion to Aristotle, Christos and God.

    Everywhere he planted his staff, an Ash tree would grow, and this would form the basis of the garden for the monastery and church.

    The people would listen for his bell and await to hear the truth he spread.

    The Snake Venom

    During his wanderings in Ireland, Patrick would sometimes come to a stronghold of the pagans. These pagan strongholds, celebrated their beliefs by drinking the most strongest, sharpest, and bitter tasting ale or whisky. The pagans called this drink snake venom. And all who could drink it were accepted into the hierarchy and given high positions.
    Many tried to drink it, but most spat it out, with their eyes watering and their noses running, much like the effects of the bite from the snake.

    Patrick would approach these strongholds and challenged the local leader of the snake pagans to a drinking contest. The person who could drink the most snake venom would be the winner.

    And Patrick would then pause, would say a Prayer to Christos, Aristotle and God to bless the drink and proceed to outdrink the pagan. Patrick would still be drinking while the local Pagan leader would be on the floor passed out, and sometimes dead.

    Those who watched were amazed, and started believing that by blessing the snake venom as Patrick had done, they too could drink more.

    Before leaving, Patrick would then gather up all the "snake venom" and set it on fire, destroying all of it. It is why today the ales and whisky of Ireland are the finest in the world.

    It is also why The Irish like to bless their drinks before consuming them.


    His Death

    Patrick survived all the dueling with the pagans. His Ash Staff and his bell lent him both courage and strength. His cloak of shamrocks helped the people see that he was just like them.
    He passed away in the County of Down in 17 march 493. The town was later renamed Downpatrick in his honour.

    Relics
    While unfortunately his cloak of shamrocks has long disappeared, some relics remain

    The Ash Staff remains at his burial Site in Downpatrick
    The Bell remains in Killkenny where he had his vision of the boat.

    There are 2 texts that survived.

    One tells the tales of the battles with the Snake Pagan Worshipers.

    Another tells tales of the establishment of the churches and the importance of Christos.

    Famous sayings

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    For each petal on the shamrock.
    This brings a wish your way
    Christos, Aristotle, and God
    For today and every day.

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    Don't follow the snake
    For it is fake,
    Follow Christos,
    For he has kissed us.


    Patronage: Shepherds, Preachers, Brewers, Ireland
    Feast Day: March 17


Translated from the ancient languages into English by His Eminence Teagan

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    Hagiography of Saint Paul Aurelian, also known as Saint Pol de Léon

    Paul Aurelian is the patron of the city of Saint Pol de Léon (Castle of Paol), and one of the seven founding saints of Brittany (Bretagne). He is usually depicted accompanied by a small dragon, a joke which references to the episode with "Dragon" on the Isle of Batz. Below is told his story, as written on his death by one of his friends who was a monk:

    At the death of my friend Paul Aurelian, perhaps writing his story with the feather and ink may console my desolate heart. He was a great man, certainly, who saved me from many evils, and if something can still soothe my pain, it is my memory of him.

    Birth and youth

    Paul Aurelian as he was named at birth - was born around 490 on Islands of Britain. As the Son of a warrior and the oldest of many siblings, he was destined for a military career. From a young age, however, he showed unusual taste for study and religion. He agreed to fight a young unruly dog, judiciously named Dragon, who plundered the household and terrorized the neighborhood. In the innocence of youth, he thought he could fight an animal, contrary to the advice of Christos. Later, Paul often had the opportunity to tell me how much I reminded him of that mastiff, not only by name but by my conduct. I must say he was right.

    The Father of Paul, warned about the behavior of his son, laughed at first but scolded the child as well because we must not treat animals like men, but he also saw that the child had a lot to give, and agreed to entrust his education to a monastery. He could not have done a better thing.

    Education and first steps in the clergy

    Paul was thus able to engage safely in the study of the sacred texts and the practice of virtue. He had for classmates Samson, Brieuc and Malo, and wove with them a strong friendship which was to later bear many fruits.

    On becoming a man, he expressed the desire to found a small monastery far from everything, with two or three brothers to keep one's company. His superior, however, who knew him well and knew his taste for solitude, brought him in to warn him. He clearly proved that this project would be like a hermitage: a cold, retired life is not good for men. Paul Aurelian folded before the correctness of this reasoning. Yesterday, after a lifetime of benefits, Paul still associated his old master in his prayers and thanked him for having prevented that mistake.

    Departure from Britain, and the building of a dam

    He never acquired a taste for higher duties and honors. Judging one day that his mission was accomplished, he refused to wear the green of the Bishops, and urged upon his superiors to be relieved of his office. He wanted to join a group of priests leaving for Brittany, and there continue his mission. The Superiors granted him permission reluctantly. Paul therefore headed to the coast, and while waiting for the boat, spent a week in the monastery where his sister was abbess. He used this time to build a dam to protect the nuns who were threatened by rising waters. It was a very short time indeed, for such a great and solid work, and I wondered about this feat that Paul told me. But he smiled modestly, and reminded me that with God's help, the most amazing things can be accomplished .

    Eventually the boat reached Ouessant island, where the travelers built a small chapel so that the Almighty was not forgotten in this land so poor and sparsely populated. But Paul Aurelian remembered the advice of his former superior, and saw that they should not linger long in this solitude. So he left one of his companions on the spot with the locals, and the others resumed their sea voyage and landed on the shores of Leon, in a small village whose name is lost. They built a church. This village is now commonly called the village of Pol, in honor of the very virtuous man who was the priest who built the church.

    The Bell

    During the construction of the church, Paul Aurelian was visited by fishermen, who brought a big fish taken ashore for the lunch workers. You can imagine their surprise when they opened the belly of the fish and found a small bell. Paul Aurelian bent to examine and smiled as he said:
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    "This bell, he said to the fishermen, seems to me quite similar to those that the King Mark* had, and which was used to call guests to dinner. As I begged him to give me one, in token of friendship, when I left him, he refused me. Here one is, completely by chance, and I invite you all to share our meal. "


    I do not know what he wanted to say with these words, or even if he missed a dinner bell of King Mark that night, but I know that Paul would have invited the fishermen to eat with them even without this event.

    The Lord of the Isle of Batz

    There was on the island of Batz an unloved lord, tall and strong, and so voracious that he could devour a whole ox in one meal! This is at least what they say. It was also said that he would willingly knife all who stood in his way, he was cruel, angry, proud, jealous of his wealth and his poor power. In truth, he deserved well the nickname "Dragon". I am ashamed to say, for this gentleman, it was me, and no one dared to face me.

    Paul dared. Against the advice of the people of Leon, he stood alone and unarmed he faced the "Dragon" from the Isle Of Batz. Surprised at his audacity, and sure of my strength, I let him enter. What could this simple man, wearing a stole for a sword, and a book as a shield do against me who was known to kill with my bare hands? In truth, he could do very much.

    I do not know how long he spoke. We forgot, I think, to eat and drink. When we finished my people parted on our way, not with fear, but awe, because I obediently followed the lean and simple man, and I wore his stole around my neck. And while I walked my lands, my eyes were opened to all the trouble I caused. Paul led me to the northern most rock of the the island, and as was my deepest wish, baptised me. I wanted to leave Batz and follow him, but he forbade me. I still had many things to do, he said, before allowing me to choose my path, because I had a lot of troubles to fix. So I stayed, and built a monastery on his advice

    The Secular and The Regular

    He also did not lead the life he would have chosen, even if he deserved it more than me. He often said, the time is not yet come. With the help of his old friends Samson, Brieuc and Malo, as well as Tudwal which he had met, Paul Aurélien resolved indeed to spread the faith to the region, and for that he preached and acted for the good of all. So they scattered to the four corners of the country from here.

    While he had got rid of his penchant for solitude, his desire for monastic life had not left him. When he saw that what he had built was held good, he found someone to take care of the church of his city, and he retired to the monastery of Batz where I soon joined him.

    My candle goes out, and the sun rises, while I end this story of my guide and friend. I already know he will not choose to return: his life was busy. I hear the laughter among our brothers monks muttering the old dragon has conquered his conqueror six days now, and I laugh with them, if I can, as a tribute. And when it's time, I would advise them to bury the mortal remains of Pol not here in Batz, but in the city he loved. I believe that's what he would have wanted.

    Written by Dagon, a monk of the Isle of Batz in the year 594, and translated by Sister Elisabeth Kermorial in August of the year 1461.

    Appendix

    It was thought advisable to specify the episode of the dam Paul Aurélien built for the nuns, just before his departure from Britain. In a letter to his holy brother, the sister of Paul, Mother Abbess Sicofolla wrote:

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    Do you know, dear brother, that we still laugh about the words of our sister Gwenna: "Girls cannot do the work of men!". She laughs at them herself, and it is often said that you were right to contradict, and to be associated with this miraculous endeavour. The Dam fulfills its purpose wonderfully. In truth, it is sometimes necessary to remind women that they are worth as much as men. Praise Christos, for doing so.


    I should also produce a few words from a letter received from King Mark to Paul shortly after the episode of the bell, which confirms the assumption of Dagon:

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    I was very wrong, my friend, to refuse you the last wish that you asked me. I was so sorry to see you go, and I present my apologies. Moreover, the Almighty has punished me, it seems, because I now lack a bell in my service.



    Sources have reported these words of Paul he addressed to some nuns who refused to build the dam, and by others to Dagon of the Island of Batz who wished to follow immediately after his conversion:

    Citation:
    "We do not always do what we want, finally, what, in the end. "




    Relics

    The bell of Mark , preserved in the church of Saint Pol de Léon
    The Stole set on the neck of Dagon, preserved in the monastery of Batz.

    Feast : March 12.

    Themes preaches :
    - The duty and personal reasons
    - The refusal of the hermitage
    - Redemption of the wicked, example Dagon
    translated into English by Cardinal Teagan in March 1462

    *King Mark was a king of Cornwall about this time.

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    Saints Quirico et Giulitta
    (? – 304)

    The Flee from Turkey
    Giulitta, Quirico's mother, was a widow when her son was still a child. Being a noble family and therefore rich she could afford to raise Quirico without too much trouble, apart from the evil languages ​​that raged around her. They lived in Turkey in the city of Iaconio during the period when Diocletian was pursuing the Aristotelians.
    By converting herself to the Aristotelian Church and giving Aristotelian baptism to her son, she feared for their lives. So she decided to offer all her wealth to the city and to flee with her three year old son who did not speak yet.


    The Long Pilgrimage

    She went to Massa where she knew that a friend had retired and lived off the trade. Without money and without food, she began a long way that made her live a lot of adventures.
    After a few days' journey, she met brigands on the shores of a lake, who, seeing her beautiful, young and unprotected, thought to seize her purse and her virtue.
    Giulitta, seeing herself encircled, knelt down and prayed for her salvation and for the Most High to protect the child at least.
    When the brigands approached to rape her, the water of the lake began to bubble, and a fire from the sky fell near the frightened brigands. Giulitta wanted to flee with her child who still did not speak but a voice said:


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    « You will be judged one by one upon your death, but it will not always be so. Indeed, I have granted the creature to whom I have not given a name the opportunity to show that what it says is true, according to which the strongest must dominate the weak. If, once again, so many humans moved away from Me, then what you saw in the reflection of the water will be accomplished. If, again, you forget the love that I feel for you and if you do not love Me anymore, all that will be confirmed. If the words of Aristotle and Christos are no longer heard, I will destroy the world and life, since there will be no more love to govern. So, make sure you do not let My words get lost and sink into oblivion. »


    The robbers after these words fell on their knees and asked to be baptized by the woman. Giulitta could not do it but she told them that by following the road, they would find an Abbey where they could atone for their sins and be baptized in the Faith.
    The robbers gave them food and protected them. All started on their way. After four days they met a monk from the abbey who was made aware of the facts. He asked the robbers now redeemed to join his order to make them servants of Christos and Aristotle. The thieves agreed and asked to be able to write the miracle they had witnessed with the woman. The latter tells them:


    Citation:
    Write them down, write down the warnings and teachings from your new life.


    Arrived in Italy, she met new problems in the Serenissima Republic of Venice, where people would not starve, lived in luxury and opulence and indulged in a life of idleness.
    She decided to stop a few days in the capital to understand if this state of affairs was only a moment of weakness of the inhabitants or if on the other hand they really lost faith in God. After a few days it was clear that laziness had taken place in the hearts of people and not knowing what to do, she went to the market to preach the Faith in Aristotle. Nobody seemed to listen to him.
    After hours of preaching, as she was tired and exhausted, a light from Heaven invaded the square and Giullita began to shine with resplendent light. A woman named Raffaella who did not want to believe in a divine manifestation exclaimed:


    Citation:
    THIS IS A WITCH! ! ! CONDEMN THE DEATH! ! !


    And from Giullita's mouth came out those words, uttered in a deep voice and which was nothing human :

    Citation:
    Raffaella, this moment is full of joy. You did not believe. But now that you have seen, your conviction will save you and will show many the path I have laid out for you. "
    "Father, why have you never shown yourself, why have you never spoken to me? "
    "I spoke to you my daughter, but your ears did not want to listen, I showed myself to you but your eyes did not want to see, I took you by the hand but you did not tighten it; so I revealed myself to your heart and you believed me.
    I let you choose since you were free. You did not want to welcome me, I did not impose myself.
    Many questions still stir in you but be patient, I will answer you at the bottom of your heart when the time comes.
    If you fall, I'll raise you up.


    Then the woman fell to her knees and begged Giulitta to forgive her and restore her faith.
    The latter finally arrived in Massa and after comforting herself in a tavern she joined her dear friend in a house in the center of the city.
    However, when he opened the door, soldiers of the Emperor Diocletian sent into the city seized her and took her to the tribunal presided over by Alexander to have her condemned or to make her renounce her faith.


    The martyr

    Alexander held a summary trial and after talking with the accused, told him that she had to agree to sacrifice his faith at least for his son. Of course Giulitta refused and the judge decided to force her to deny God by three days and three nights of whipping.
    Alexander was attending the martyrdom with the child Quirico at his side.
    But the more the woman was beaten, the stronger she was in her belief in God. And on the third day, when Alexander said to him: "Repent and renounce your faith do it for the child," Quirico, who did not know how to speak, suddenly spoke:


    Citation:
    I am Aristotelian too!


    The judge, frightened by the words of the child, threw him to the ground. His head hit the floor violently and he died. Alexander says:
    Citation:

    If you had renounced your faith, this would not have happened!


    But Giulitta did not dismount, she prayed and thanked the Most High since her son had preceded him in the Solar Paradise.
    The angry governor had the mother beheaded by the executioner.
    Two women who attended the scene secretly came stealing the bodies during the night and hid them in the outskirts of the city of Massa. At the death of Alexander they showed them and sang the praises of the woman and the child who soon became the true holy protectors of the city of Massa.


    Relics: Whip of martyrdom and body of Saints preserved in Massa.
Translated into french by brothers Angelo de Montemayor and Tiberius of Arcis
Translated into English by H.E. Caillen Jolieen MacKinnon Rose, 1467

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    Saint Rémi (437-533)


    Rémi was born in Cerny-en-Laonnois, near Laon in 437. Hincmar, in a work written in 882 tells us how Rémi received the title of Count of Laon on the death of his father, Émile of Laon.

    This title however was never recognized by the other noble families, probably because he was only the youngest of the family. However, there is no doubt that he truly belonged to the nobility, and was amongst their acquaintance and knowledge, as evidenced by his many, constant letters to Clovis. His prodigious cultural intellect and and fine pen produced wonders for many years.* His words and his Faith were unanimously recognized, so that even today he is considered one of the greatest theologians of his time. Despite himself, he played a central role in the creation of the Kingdom of the Franks with the conversion of Clovis I to Aristotelianism. Rémi never participated in any council in France or Rome, preferring to deal directly with men and their souls on the road.

    The theologians of the Holy Office regard the Aristotelian Mission of Saint Rémi as the end of Paganism in France.


    HIS LIFE


    I. Childhood.

    Little Remi, at the age of four, would peacefully walk in a nearby forest to Laon. The child liked to walk after the long hours of learning, which he followed with diligence and pleasure. Remi was very popular with other students: his reliability and help, which he regularly brought, and his joviality, through his laughter and games made him the "friend of schoolchildren," especially in Italy at the start of classes. Despite his young age, everyone could read in his face his seriousness, his appetite for the mysteries of life, his piety and respect for others. He had already felt the Divine Call.

    Sometimes preferring solitude, not to escape humanity but to dwell in reflection, he unequivocally recognized the membership of humanity in the Most High. So it was without fear or surprise that he greeted the first appearance of Saint Raphaëlle. Throughout the lifetime of Remi, the archangel supported his thoughts and actions for the dissemination of the great Aristotelian Religion, and would promptly reappear to him.

    At this meeting, the forest, darkened by huge old trees, suddenly lit up with an inexplicable glow, and Saint Raphaëlle appeared, basking in Divine Light, to deliver these words:

    "You must fight paganism and reveal the true Prophets Aristotle and Christos.”

    He understood immediately and took in these words despite their somewhat difficult nature for a young child. Saint Raphaëlle delivered to him the power of the word, Jah's gift to the young child, so that he could always find the right words to express the experience of true Faith and offer his love to the Most High. Several times during his life the archangel and Remi would meet again.


    II. Adolescence.


    Rémi became the bishop of Reims, while his older brother Principius became the prelate of the diocese of Soissons. The times were troubled because of the fall of the Western Empire and the disappearance of Roman rule in favor of "wild" tribes such as the Visigoths and Burgundians. But Remi stood fast by a young king of fifteen years, Clovis, who found in the young bishop, on the death of his father in 482, a friend and spiritual father.** Clovis converted to Aristotelianism.He received the sacrament of baptism in the cathedral of Reims, the day of Saint Noel, the symbol of friendship and generosity, probably between 496 and 499. His devout wife, Princess Clotilde, daughter of King Burgonde Chilperic, was given this sacrament by his side. That day, Rémi celebrated with great pomp the baptism of three thousand Franks.*** In thanks, Clovis gave many lands to Rémi, where the latter built most of the churches of Champagne.

    A little history ...

    Did Rémi, through his presence or letters, influence Clovis’s vision of the Kingdom of the Franks? While he was a skilled politician, he was foremost a bishop, and, without fundamentally influencing the politics of Clovis, it’s undeniable that he was one of the cornerstones of the advent of his kingdom. He never forgot his religious mission, spreading the Aristotelian Faith with the invaluable help of the Queen Clotilde, herself a fervent Aristotelian. This proselytizing was a valuable aid to Clovis because it gave rise to accession by other bishops and the union of various Gallo-Roman groups spread over the land. The spread of Aristotelian Faith was the deciding factor that brought together the people and clergy of the conquered Gallo-Roman territories. Everyone then recognized the importance of the work carried out by the bishop of Reims.

    Clovis was the first Aristotelian King of the kingdom of France, and many of his actions were imbued with great fervour, proof if any was needed, of the influence of Remi. Rémi was considered "the author of Aristotelian life" among the Franks, and Clovis recognized his religious sovereignty over him and his people to the end.**** This King, assisted by the bishop and the Faith, unified the country with a final victory at the Battle of Vouillé in 507 over the Visigoths. Thus the Merovingian dynasty began.

    The chronicle of the celebration of the royal baptisms and the army.

    Rémi came to baptize Clovis’s army, three thousand soldiers filled with fervour for their country and the Aristotelian Faith. All received a droplet of water, the symbol of rebirth and purity. The vial of holy water, though rather large, was completely empty when Rémi approached to sprinkle in turn the Frankish king, who knelt before him. Fear then invaded Rémi, as Clovis could sometimes be angry and impatient. The bishop meditated deeply and silently raised a prayer to the Most High.

    In the reverent ambience of contemplation, no one saw a dove arrive who, without a sound, soared gracefully over the gathered crowd. Yet there was a collective stirring when the delicate bird, clutching an olive twig in its talons, landed on the bottle to drop its light burden there. Holy water filled the vial forthwith and the dove gently bowed its head towards Clovis, as if in greeting. It took flight as lightly as it had arrived, before the stunned and silent assembly.

    All realized the divine sign that had taken place before their eyes and, henceforth, all recognized in Rémi, the spiritual guide they had long sought and waited for. The cleric was acclaimed and Clovis himself bowed as a sign of his acceptance before this divine manifestation.

    It is by the Miracle of the Dove, the indisputable sign of the Divine Mark, that Remi understood the strength of his Faith and the importance of Aristotelianism.


    III. The Travels.

    The former "little Remi" had become Great, and after the baptism of King Clovis he continued to take part in the unification of the Frankish people under the same King and the same Faith.

    Still loving to walk, he went on the road, spreading the word of the prophets to both the Frankish nobility and those less fortunate. His steps led him throughout the kingdom of France and much further: Italy, Spain, England. Until the age of seventy, he tirelessly travelled countless paths to reveal with efficient wisdom the Aristotelian Religion.

    Rémi never made any distinction between men and women, noble or peasant, soldier or merchant, child, adult or the old. He sought to rally all to the Divine Principle, and the Archangel Raphaëlle returned several times to guide him, showing him the way forward to touch his audience with powerful words, and so reach into the heart of the pagans. Many joined the Aristotelian Church.


    Where bad becomes good: The miracle of the bandits


    Not far from Parma, during the chilly small hours, Remi was quietly asleep without paying much attention to where he slept, as usual. He was only concerned with the place being dry and sheltered by tall trees. The spot was inconspicuous. Alas! Highway robbers had also found the place covered with dry hay to their liking and just as comfortable as him, being away from the bustle of the villages and wetland waters. So it is that men are all brothers because they enjoy the same things …

    The reawakening was, literally and figuratively, surprising for the group of thugs and the bishop alike. A little scared, Remi did not know what to do. He had nothing of value, living only by the wealth that Faith gave him. The robbers, as a whole, were surprised, although they still remained in control of the situation. Remi, confused, did not know how to save his life, not that he feared going to the Sun to join the Almighty, but because he thought he hadn’t completed his earthly work. He didn’t have much of value and his purse was as empty as a beggar’s bowl.

    Searching his pockets he suddenly had an idea. He decided to offer them his good wool cape, the one object of value he owned. A weaver of Laon had made it for him, weaving it tightly to resist the damp with the best wool. As he was taking it off to give it to them, a parchment rolled to the feet of the bandits’ chief. The latter, who could read, read the words aloud:

    "- Love your fellow men and the Most High will offer you infinite love in return,"

    The bandit chief was hesitant, not instinctively understanding the words he had just uttered, nevertheless the power of the words penetrated with force, overcoming his obtuse criminal mind. No one made the slightest move and Rémi offered to share his food, consisting of a few loaves of bread and a piece of cheese. The robbers were not prepared for such a charitable action, too used to stealing to take what they liked, but the strength of Remi’s Faith had already penetrated the heart of the bandit chief. Both talked at length and the leader decided to abandon his group who left them unharmed. He thus accompanied the bishop to Parma where he became the parish priest shortly afterwards.


    IV. The death of Saint Remi. (533)

    After years of wandering, old and tired, Rémi returned to Reims where he chose to live until his final days. He regularly gave his parishioners some of his best sermons, bobbing souls and hearts up to the sweetness of the Faith and the Aristotelian religion.

    He died on the first day of October in the year 533. That day a wonderful light flooded the area. All the parishioners of the surrounding churches immediately understood that the bishop had taken ​​his last breath. His death cast a gloom over many men and women, but his departure to the sun lit up the whole Duchy.

    The people of Champagne people asked for his sanctification on the announcement of his death. Saint Remi was buried in the church of Saint Christophe in Laon, which later became the Church of Saint Remi. Bishop Hincmar made the elevation of the relics in 852 and moved them to the Cathedral of Saint Mary of Reims. The body of Saint Remi is to this day preserved in the crypt.


    V. For posterity

    In taverns, where slip ups are many, and pompous minstrels note them, some phrases still resonate with the memory of Saint Remi:

    -Remi Wax, easy floor waxing!

    On the great forest roads, one can sometimes hear the sweet melody of a lament to Saint Remi:

    -Rémi, scions! Rémi, scions!


    VI. Notes

    * It is through this correspondence that the story of the Soissons vase was made public by a letter sent to Rémi under the title "Sacrum Vas".

    ** As was reported in the writings of Bishop Gregory of Tours, in a book titled "Ten History books".

    *** According to the same book.

    **** Thus, one can quote famous phrases like the latter, Clovis’s response to Rémi on the Aristotelian Faith in Frankish people.

    "Watch for signs without distinction among us. Keep counsel among the bishops. Have fun with the young but still deliberate with the old.”




Translated by Aranwaë Dunedain, Licio_da_correggio, Feuilllle and Bender.B.Rodriguez.

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    Saint Ripolin against Ahrimanism

    A long time ago, in Toledo, Spain, a man named Ahriman called himself a prophet. He claimed that the seven incarnations of sin were ruled by a hell king called Devil. While Asmodeus presided over gluttony, Azazel with lust, Belial with pride, Lucifer with acedia, Belzebub with avarice, Leviathan with anger and Satan with envy, this Devil gathered in him all these vices to the point of making him the master of sin.

    This false prophet affirmed to those who were foolish enough to hear that at the Last Judgment, at the very end of the Apocalypse and therefore of the world, the sinners sent to the Underworld would swell the demonic ranks of the infernal troops. He added that God and his evil alter-ego were preparing for a conflict that would decide the future of all creation.

    This conflict, which would last a thousand years, would therefore oppose the two supreme armies. The demonic army, made up of sinners and demons, would be led by the seven incarnations of sin, under the orders of the Devil, their king. The heavenly host would see the righteous and the angels guided by the Archangels Gabriel, George and Michael, themselves under the command of God.

    But the Most High, in his great magnificence, had placed in this country the most holy Ripolin, whose virtue shone on his contemporaries. He took his pilgrim's staff, put on his preacher's sandals, and went to the city of Toledo to eradicate heresy. In the central square of the city, he saw Ahriman preaching to the crowd his impious error. Then St. Ripolin advanced to the side of the heresiarch and spoke to him in these terms:

    “Liar! Your preaching is false, and by your shaded word you defile the souls of those who are here to listen to you. Know that there is never a question in the Holy Scriptures of your evil God, the one you call Devil. Have you not read them to assert such absurdities? Learn the word of God instead of inventing it!”

    “Sinners will go to the underworld, when God will judge them, not to fight against their creator, but to suffer their just punishment. Your tongue is forked and your preaching unholy! Do rather like the Archangels George, Michael and Gabriel, and do penance to God that He will forgive you of your sin. For otherwise you will be well placed when God judges you to understand how sinners do not fight but suffer for eternity. "

    “God, the Most High, is everything and everything is in Him. He is the beginning and the end of the world. It is love for His creatures because they are from Him. What does He need to fight to assert His omnipotence when He only needs to say “Do not be.” so that we are not anymore? He did not conceive Paradise, Hell and Purgatory so that those who are judged will fight each other! "

    “Thus, the Apocalypse of St. Posuys teaches us that all men and women will die before being judged. How could they fight if they can not kill each other? How can a human being die if he is already dead? So, repent of your mistakes, because during the divine judgment, they will weigh very heavy in the balance!”.

    So Ahriman raised his staff to strike Saint Ripolin. But while the sky was azure and the clouds were discrete, a lightning flash struck the heresiarch, stopping his movement. There was only a pile of dust left. Then Saint Ripolin called all those who had listened to the unfaithful to do penance and to praise the Most High for His love. They all knelt down and prayed for the salvation of their souls.

Translated by Cardinal-Deacon Caillen-Jolieen MacKinnon Rose, 1467

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    Hagiography of Saint Samson

    Samson (in Breton Samzun) is one of the seven founding saints of Brittany. His name is associated with Dol in Bretagne, where he built a monastery. He is usually represented with snakes, symbols for the physical ailments that he cured as he brought the holy faith to Brittany(Bretagne). Below are translated and compiled the memories of his disciple, as recounted several decades after his death in a series of letters to a student of the faith.


    First Letter - where we learn that Samson was born to an infertile couple, and how it came to be that he chose the path of the Church

      You have often asked me, my dear pupil, of Samson, whom I had the good fortune and privilege to have known. Now that you've left me, I have the feeling that I have not rendered him justice. I can not guide you anymore because of the distance between us, but as Saint Mhour is my witness, may my writing be a powerful guide. I still want to provide you this education, and tell you of the life and how lived the man who did so much for our Holy Church in Bretagne. After which I take it that I shall have brought to you all that I could.

      You need to know, first, that my master could never embrace the ecclesiastical career. Indeed, when his desire became manifested his father Ammon showed great reluctance. Not that he lacked piety, quite the contrary! But he and his wife had long feared that they would never have children. They prayed fervently for years, but their relationship seemed to be without fruit. Now then, this son who had come to them was like Gold, they loved him and trembled at the idea of losing him even for God.

      However, Ammon was visited in dream by the Archangel Miguaël. The Archangel said:

        "Tell me ... If you want a kid for your old age, then adopt! The streets are full, and you will a good deed. But Samson, he wants to follow the path of Aristotle and Christos, and you should let him join the cloister."


      These are the exact words that were reported to me by Samson, who had reported them directly from his father Ammon. It seems that the Archangels therefore sometimes adapt their language to their listener, unless Ammon, whose talk was normally frank and tough, changed the words a little in the telling of this message. In any case, it was effective.

      Well, I gotta go. I will write tomorrow, you may be sure.


    Second Letter - where we learn how the monk Samson became doctor

      My dear student, still a student, student forever,

      Be certain that if you were to need me as long as I live, you will always be able to turn to me. What I wrote to you, I have not written to dismiss you. I recognize that you have taken your own path, and all is well.

      Of Samson who I wrote to you, then joined a monastery in Cardiff. He quickly showed a great aptitude for science, and particularly those sciences that soothe body aches. At sixteen, he was put in charge of cultivating the herb garden of the monastery. At seventeen, he devised his own potions and healing essences. His brothers were never so well cared for. As for the peasants of the neighborhood, they often came to him for treatment, and for tips on how to keep birds away and to treat snake bites.

      Samson often said:

        "Do not despise the evils of the body, because the body and soul are closely related. What weighs on one, impacts the other."

      To Brother Hébeau Plas, who argued that only faith could heal the body, he also said:
        "That's it! And when your potion falls from the sky, take great care that it doesn't hid you on the head!"

      Herbalism, anatomy, physiology, chemistry, astronomy ... Samson did as much as he could to enhance his medical skills. But though his knowledge was wide, he always sought to acquire more, and thought that he could not learn more in his monastery. Thus He asked to leave.

      As I must leave myself, but I'll tell you more of Samson later
    .


    The third letter is lost. We can only Assume it is rich with information about his Irish trip, how he lived, where he traveled in Britain, and on his progress in the holy Church during this period.


    Fourth Letter - how Samson, who had arrived in Bretagne, eradicated an epidemic and founded Dol

      Dearest child,

      I agree with your praise, a hundred times, a thousand times, because it is true that the arrival of Samson on our good earth was a gift from heaven. I want to tell you again what feats he realized, and how he decided to stay with us.

      You see, when he landed on the Armorican peninsula as it jutted out from the continent, he was greeted by a generous but profoundly sad noble. He asked his host the cause of his affliction.
      "My wife and my daughter answered the noble, suffer from a strange disease that plagues the region. Their whole body radiates pain, and no one knows the cure."

      Samson forthwith interrupted all his plans and begun to study and find a cure for this affliction of the natives. He shared his time between consultations, research, and offices in which he revived the faith of patients and their families. The task was exhausting. Regularly, it happened that patients would die, and upset relatives would overwhelm Samson with insults and reproaches. His host, however, did not make the slightest remark when his own wife came to die. Instead, he thanked him working so hard.

      With this hard work, Samson managed to find the perfect remedy, and thus saves the daughter of the noble and many locals. In gratitude, they tried to shower him with wealth. But he refused everything. He only suggested they build a hospital, and the noble accepted, provided that Samson stay for a while and help build it and then run it. And after it was constructed the building was called Dol*, in memory of the great pains that the epidemic had caused. The village of the noble adopted the same name with pride. Soon, the whole area was named "Country of Dol".

      Could you see how that Samson himself attached himself to the people who lived there, so much so that he abandoned his desire to travel. I will tell you soon what he did then. Take care of yourself.


    Fifth Letter - how Samson gave up his study tour, choosing to spread the faith in Brittany, and encounter with the jealous doctor

      My dear child,

      I told you that Samson now wanted to continue working for the suffering. I also believe that the spectacle of physical and moral suffering had shaken him, and he wanted to surround himself with as much work for the faith. In any case, when the most holy men that the earth has brought Brittany gathered to inculcate the divine message, Samson was the justly among those numbers, and I have it from a reliable source that the idea to crisscross the land was his.

      He soon became very popular both in his sermons and by his enlightened advice to the common people. As he had done in Cardiff, he taught them how to act in particular cases of snake bite, or how the placement of scarecrows in freshly planted fields could keep the birds away. Although he now sought and did successively heal souls, he did not cease to take care of diseases of the body. We systematically entrusted him the most serious cases, and he excelled in his art.

      One day, a quack, jealous of the prowess of the cleric, tried to poison him. He invited Samson to dinner, and he served apple wine in which he poured hemlock. Samson blessed his serving before drinking it fully, but ... but was not affected in the least, and even complimented his host for the excellence of his alcohol. The quack, struck by this miracle, fell to his knees and begged forgiveness from the Almighty.

      Samson would never call it a miracle, because it was too small. But you know what my opinion is. This is how blessed this man was, now in the solar paradise, that I had the good fortune to have known and attended.


    Sixth Letter - the cleric and political

      You reproach me, Anne, for focusing on the man of faith and friend of the common people, and not mentioning the feats he accomplished for his country. This is a bad disservice, really, and for two reasons. First, because he was a man of faith, and that his country was firstly the Earth, then, because it is ordinary people that are the ones that form the city. They are the body, and the body must also be treated with care and respect. It was the maxim of Samson.

      But also, if you want sensational, and the epidemic of Dol was not enough for you then here is another. I told you that among the five major clerics of that time, Samson was better organized. He was also the wisest and the most sociable and most diplomatic. He found himself in a position to intervene successfully in the political arena, when a violent quarrel between a Breton chief and a French leader, and he made sure that the first had all his rights restored. To Paul Aurelian, who accused him of meddling in the temporal power, he wrote:

        "I serve God - do I spit on Earth? I praise the Most High power -Must I be blind to the smallest? There was an injustice, I tried to fix it, I succeeded. I gain neither gold, nor land, nor power. I even harvested the hatred of a few, deaf to the interests of the people here. Enough! The only wealth that I want is to be able to do something."

      Paul Aurélien no longer disputed, since the actions of his friend were acted upon and the political crisis passed. Samson, however, the Almighty forgive me, was wrong on one point: he reaped much more than satisfaction. His new fame had him soon regarded as the head of the clergy of the country - and his friends did not dispute the title. That's also why he is a man you must honor.


    Legacy

      My dearest Anne,

      I come to the last of these letters, for I have told you a lot already. The rest you can learn it by yourself if you wish. I just want to, again, say how my master died.

      He was then eighty-five years, and a slow but incurable malady was attacking his body. His friends, including firstly myself, begged earnestly to provide us with a miracle cure, but he explained to them that his illness could not be cured by the plants, and that there would be no miracle. I think that his last words were to ask for a bottle of alcohol, and to wish happiness to those who follow.

      I do not know how long it will last that which he founded, but faith will continue to radiate. It was my task. It is also yours today. Soon I leave this world, and you, you will advise young people who will do the same.


    Translated and compiled in December of the year in 1461 by Sister Elisabeth Kermorial

    Appendix

    Relics: Samson remains were scattered after the Norman invasions. Femur, tibia, and some fragments were recovered and are still in Rennes. The cup from which he drank the poisoned wine is in Fougeres.

    Feast : July 28

    Themes preaches:

    - Parents and their children
    - Disease
    - Diplomacy
    - Politics


translated into English by Cardinal Teagan March 1462
*Dol - is a little used unit of measurement for pain

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    Saint Tertullian Apologist, Patron of Concordia and Carthage

    Tertio Fiorentio Tullio was born in Carthage between the second and third century.
    Born into a family of Equites Numidian, rich and powerful; his parents, high officials of the Roman Patricianate, hoped to make him an imperial bureaucrat to affirm himself in Rome.
    At the age of twenty-six years old, we know with certainty that he had already joined the Way of the State, that he attended the courses of major speakers, and that he had held at least once the role of Prosecutor in the Province of Africa.
    During this time he converted to oriental religions which included philosophy of Aristotle, with some other Prophets.

    At thirty-seven years old, conscious of having already made the most of his political career in Africa, decided to move to Rome, where resided the highest state officials.
    Upon arriving, in addition to begin the study of Roman Law, he continued to attend the circles of alternative religions.
    It was thus that he was aware of the faithful of Aritotele and Christos, the so-called "Aristotelian Church."

    Among the makers of his conversion to the Church, was apparently decisive a long night of dialogue with Father Montano, mystical Aristotelian, and the next meeting with Pope Vito I.

    Baptized with the simple name of Tertullian and nominated deacon, the Saint was famous for his writings, essential in shaping the manner and purpose of institutions such as the future Nunciature or the Inquisition.
    Its huge legal knowledge, in fact, was put to service of Canon Law, which he transcribed in Latin, according to a strict jurist's shape of his time.

    The deacon Tertullian, having thrown to the winds his career in State Way, one day was summoned to Court for offenses against the pagan religion.
    He lost the case and had to pay a pecuniary fine, but became famous for his statement addressed to the Judge, considered an inept:

    Citation:
    "I know that you think is absurd what I believe: this is further proof that I am right."


    St. Tertullian was famous, in fact, for the bravery of his words and his intransigent positions; he left to posterity a multitude of books and minor writings, for example, where he gave advice to Aristotelic families about how to live in Rome.

    His most famous work was The Apologeticum: an interesting reinterpretation of Aristotle and the siege of Aornos in the light of his contemporary Rome.
    St. Tertullian, in fact, had noticed that all minority religions, especially the Aristotelism, at the time were covertly but systematically persecuted by justice, which almost always offending the devout.
    He realized that the Church had become the scapegoat for every disaster that happened in Rome, and in his books emphasized the illogic of the judgments of the Courts.
    He said:

    Citation:
    "God disgusting corruption of the Romans, and sends calamities and misfortunes, to remind everyone that the world's end is near, but the Emperor lies to his subjects, telling them that our presence is annoying the gods; then, the Man forgets God, takes weapons and strikes behind us, where we are not covered: this is the essence of our silent martyrdom. "


    Another famous phrase was:

    Citation:
    "You say that worshiping God is a mortal sin. So why do not you come and exterminate us? Have you afraid of what might happen next?"


    For his passionate defenses of the faithful Aristotelian to the Court of Rome, he earned the title of Apologist. Participated in over one hundred cases, losing almost all of them, but every time he losed, he paid from his own pocket any monetary penalties.

    He was ordained priest at the age of fifty years old, and died ten years later, when he decided to return to his people in Africa, very close to become Archbishop and Primate of Africa.

    Many remember him as an massive man, with dark skin, and hair under a turban.
    Initially, he adopted the Roman toga, but going ahead with the years, he returned to Carthage toga, which was more austere and less elegant.
    Even in old age, he was a man healthy and muscular.
    In fact, he adopted that motto of Rome: "Anima sana in corpore sano", so: "Good Soul, in Good Body" .

    The Miracle
    One day Tertullian was making a pleasure trip in Concordia, in the region we call Veneto.
    Reaching the spot, he discovered that there was a very loyal core of Aristotelians.
    He entered the house of the Bishop, to talk with him, but he found the elderly man, who was said he had known S. Titus, although this was impossible, on the ground, crushed by a bookcase.
    The strongman Tertullian, with his big arms, lifted the shelf and tried to revive the Bishop, who seems utterly unable to recover from the unexpected.
    The Bishop, then, opened his eyes and only said: "Go to do Mass!", then he died.
    Tertullian took the corpse to church, where strangely the crowd of faithful awaited him, and they all said: "The Bishop! The Bishop is here with us!"
    Tertullian, who at the time was only a deacon, was taken aback, then asked the faithful what to do: they told him all themselves expected the mass of Wednesday from him.
    So Tertullian, while knowing little the missal, was able to make a formal Mass in Church, for the commemoration of the elderly deceased.
    During the mass, while the faithful prayed, the Holy Vests worn by Tertullian, which belonged to the Bishop, began to glow with intense light, much more than normal, to blind the present.
    And those who kept his eyes open, they saw the image of the bishop who kissed the right hand of Tertullian.
    One of them exclaimed: "Res Parendo!"
    Legend said the Tertullian left a note on the miracle:"Missa In Gratebus" and since then we adopt the terminology "In Gratebus" and "Res Parendo".

    He is the Patron of Concordia and Carthago.
    He, black skinned, is remembered as a friend of all the Black People.

    Holyday: 15 March.


Written by Julianus, bishop of Malta.
Transcribed by Luciano P. Monforte O.P.

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    Hagiography of Saint Tugdual of Tréguier

    Tugdual (in the language of Breton also known as Tudwal) is the patron of the city of Tréguier (Landreger) and one of the seven founding Saints of Brittany. He is sometimes shown accompanied by a white horse or a dove, the symbols of his many travels.

    His Youth and high expectations

    Tugdual was born about 490, in the Islands of Britain. A source later claimed his father was a prince of Britain, arguing that a man of such ways, instruction and influence could only come from a great race; but the teachings of Christos invite little interest in this theory because Christos teaches us it is by his own will that a man rises over his fellow man and not by the grace of his birth. Whatever the truth behind his relatives, he took part the path to the novitiate on the islands of Britain, and had already entered orders when he first set foot on the Armorica peninsula known as Brittany.

    He arrived in the town of Tréguier, and settled there. He never hesitated at the task in front of him, speaking of the Almighty to everyone he met, tirelessly preaching the word of the prophets, and by building at his own expense a church in the town of Tréguier, which is dedicated to him these days. However, he felt he could not act alone.

    "Faith is not a one man affair," he said sometimes sadly, as he sat drinking a glass of mead, when he felt the loneliness of his priestly state. "What can I do well, if I'm alone! "


    Much later, in a letter to his disciple, he wrote about this melancholic period:

    Citation:
    "I mediated often on the company of the apostles. It seemed reasonable to assume that a strong Church was to be a cohesive Church, whose members know each other and act together, although in a hierarchy as Christos wanted, for a body must have a head, but the head without members would never touch anything.
    Me, I was a hand without a body. I had not yet met the other hands, and dared not even dream of the curious creature that we would form."



    The Encounter and his greatest Achievement - the establishment of the Tro Breizh (Tour of Brittany)

    In the same letter to his disciple, Tugdual wrote:

    Citation:
    "One day, a merchant of Leon heard me complain about my loneliness. He told me first: "Hey, you, the cleric! Who are you to complain? "I was going to respond harshly, because I've always had, to my shame, a propensity to get carried away. But I said nothing, and this did me well, for he added: "Write now to your colleague Pol, who is also quiet and sad. The both of you will be greater than the parts.
    This is how I got in touch with those who would become my friends and allies.


    Therefore he contacted this Pol, who introduced him to his friends - including Brieg in whom he recognized his uncle. When Brieg, Samson, Maclou and Pol Aurelian (Pol) decided to improve the company aristotelic as created by Corentin and Patern, Tugdual joined them. There was some exchange of letters before the first meeting, which is likely to have taken place in Rohan.

    They resolved first to act in each part of the land of Brittany which was still very divided, so that no place was forgotten. The division was made according to the affinities and achievements of each: to Tugdual thus fell the country around Tréguier where he continued his office. He also founded the monastery of Val-Treg, which stands today near Tréguier.

    They then resolved to write a lot and meet often, so that we may never forget that the Church is the Most High. In addition, they decided to make regular pilgrimages from one parish to another to avoid retreating to their favourite places and thus closing their eyes to the world. Sometimes they did this trip together. Sometimes, one of them led other clergy and laity. Their journeys are still famous and are commemorated today in the Tro Breizh.

    It is at this time of great activity that Tudgual would first utter these words:

    Citation:
    "We must never let it be said again: how lazy is this priest!"


    The Roman Adventure and his Dedication

    Anxious as always to become more involved, Tugdual desired to someday push the pilgrimage outside Brittany, because the creation knows no boundaries, nor should the Church. His steps brought him all the way to Rome, where he showed the same enthusiasm to the task that he had shown to his parishioners. Therefore for two years, he divided his time between the Tréguier and the land around and Rome.

    There were so many myths and rumours that tried to explain his extraordinary dedication to travel with such large cumbersome loads to lands so geographically distant: some attributed to him the power of ubiquity, while others suggested he had the possession of a large dove or even a winged white horse that carried him from Rome to Tréguier.
    The simple truth of it was that he was merely a great traveller, one who was not afraid to spend time on the road and work hard along the way.

    After two years of constant travel he began to think that it was not reasonable for him to continue this forever.

    Citation:
    "We can not be everywhere, either! "


    He said one day, and settled at Tréguier, where he lived out his life, never ceasing to act for others and the Church.

    Appendix:

    Relics: some of his bones are preserved in the church of Treguier.

    Feast: Nov. 30

    Common Themes he preached:
      - The spread of the faith
      - The Church
      - The Pilgrimage
      - Dedication to his office



    Image, relics and themes preaches added.
    For the image, I stayed in the same series as Pol Aurélien - it will have the advantage to own. So, I changed a small detail in the last paragraph, to explain the presence of the dove.

    Written in September of the year 1461 by Sister Elisabeth Kermorial, according to the archives of the church of Saint Tugdual Tréguier and the Archdiocese of Rennes


Translated into English by Cardinal Teagan February 1462

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