L'Eglise Aristotelicienne Romaine The Roman and Aristotelic Church

[Fenice]

The rustle of the sumptuous robes, the colours, the murmur of voices in the barely audible greetings across the aisles and apse... to be part of the glimpse and observe it at the same time, waiting for the liturgy to begin.
Cardinal Fenice took her seat and lowered her gaze to concentrate on the significance of the feast and the celebration.
The Church through time, in the past and in the future, beyond the time that would fall to her...
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[silvio_1]

Entrando in Cattedrale, il Cardinale salutò i vari volti familiari e, giunti all'altare, prese posto nell'abside, insieme agli altri cardinali.
Entering the Cathedral, the Cardinal greeted the various familiar faces and, having reached the altar, took his place in the apse, together with the other cardinals.

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[Melian]

Melian arrived discreetly, as usual. She greeted the people she knew with a gesture, and then took her place where she had been indicated, according to her rank. She then followed the arrival of the procession, which she greeted with great respect, before taking her place again for the service that was to follow.
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[Eavan]

Entering the Basilica Saint Titus was always a peculiar moment filled with awe and inspiration on one hand, and humility in the other. The Gaelig took a second, a breath maybe, before looking out for the appropriate space from where she would follow the celebration. Here and there, she saluted, greeted, with a quiet quality one often take in sacred places.

Finally, once at her place, she followed the events with rapture.
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[Kalixtus]

Kalixtus smiled as Adonnis and Felipe joined him. Internationals among themselves. However, they were also united by a common passion for the liturgy and the deep, Aristotelian mysticism expressed especially in the insights of metaphysics.

Recently, Neirin had revealed a draft that gave the cardinal many thoughts, but that was Neirin, he had always been a man who entered the off-beaten paths and there came across astonishing truths that caused the Cardinal de Montfort-Beaumont d'Autevielle sleepless nights and quite a few new notes. They formed the basis for his latest book on dialectics. A wonderful and illustrative subject for the future.

These ceremonies were always marked by a powerful display of faith in and of itself. No other institution assembled more knowledge, more devotion to faith and influence in Europe than Rome. The men and women of the Church leadership were delegates for the good of humanity and they did it everywhere. This was their mission. Only on rare occasions, just like these, did these people come together and celebrate the faith. At the tomb of St. Titus the first of the popes, the first of the apostles - the friend of Christos. All of them here were descendants in the mystification of ordination. Hand-laid through the centuries linked to the Apostles and Christos himself. Guardians of the faith and custodians of the community of saints and aristots.

Yes this feeling was one of great responsibility and each brought different aspects to this institution. Other strengths, other weaknesses, other considerations. It was part of the image of the Church as it is today, as an institutional Church. A church that has stepped into this new age. The old is being discarded and the new is being created. The transformation has now also reached CESE and connected the pastoral spaces. New units are being created.

When the conditions are met, other old structures will also have to fall and love itself will be placed at the head of the decisions. Man and humanity are evolving - the Church, albeit slowly, is turning with them. Many still have to learn this.

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[Gropius]

The young Arduino Della Scala, as Dean of the Sacred College of Cardinals, once again found himself preceding the gestatorial chair on which the Holy Father and Supreme Pontiff Sixtus enthroned.
Despite the suffocating heat of Rome, he had dressed in full regalia, as was his wont: 'form is substance' could be considered his second favourite motto after 'strong in the faith', but perhaps he meant 'strong in the church', because faith without the church would be like a melody without a musical instrument. Arduino desperately loved the Holy Aristotelian Universal and Roman Church, and just as strongly loved His Pontiff and His Cardinal brothers and sisters, no matter who they were in their individuality.
He walked confidently, dressed in a red tunic of the finest silk and his blond curls were styled to frame his beautiful diaphanous face. He smiled as he proceeded towards the high altar, blessing the faithful who were thronged on either side.

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Cardinal-Bishop † Dean of the Sacred College of Cardinals † Grand Audiencier of the Holy See † Vice Chancellor of the Pontifical Chancellery † Archbishop of Strasbourg † Governor of the Patrimony of Titus † Prince of Viterbo † Marquis of Santa Marinella ♝Il cielo e la terra♗

[Pere_Setzefonts]

Va seure on corresponia al jove arquebisbe. No era cardenal i el seu lloc era més endarrere. Aquest cop però, havia trobat el punt just per poder veure la cadira Papal i al mateix temps estar en silenci i forta concentració espiritual elevant la seva fe cap al Altíssim.

Seié fent-se aire amb un missal que duia a les mans. Roma al juliol era un form. Esperava poder anar aviat a la Plana de Vic a veure si hi corría més aire.

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He sat where he belonged to the young archbishop. He was not a cardinal and his place was further back. This time, however, he had found the right point to be able to see the Papal chair and at the same time be in silence and strong spiritual concentration raising his faith towards the Most High.

He sat making air with a missal in my hands. Rome in July was a form. He hoped to be able to go to the Plana de Vic soon to see if there was more air.
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Monsenyor Pere Setzefonts i D'Entença
Cardenal diaca de Sant Posseidó de Montserrat, Arquebisbe de l'Arquidiòcesi Metropolitana de Tarragona, Mossèn de Vic, Membre de l'AEH, Baró Palatí de Sant Joan de Latran, Baró d'Entença, Cavaller del Comtat d'Osona, Senyor de la Coca de Sucre

[Krasoljub]

The inheritance that we witness through the first bishop among us was a thought that occupied Krasoljub's thought while walking in the column with his brothers, bishops and cardinals. The bells rang throughout St. Titus Square, and the day was exactly as it is remembered for the feast of our first pontifixus of the church. The scents of lilies and late-blooming roses mixed with the bright Mediterranean sun that always made sweat on his forehead brought the archbishop back to his childhood, only this time, he was not a minister serving his local pastor, but by his vocation, a dream he had since from a young age has now become a reality.
Dressed in a red chasuble, he slowly moved towards the entrance of the basilica while flower petals filled the sky. He did not have a significant task at the ceremony, but this is a great honor above all to be with the Pope on the day of the celebration of St. Titus. Somehow, the miter also seemed heavier on his head as soon as he thought about it, because from time to time, Krasoljub, he seems to forget the weight it carries.
And that's why, I guess, there are days of festivities like this, to remind us of our service and what must be first in our minds. Both in thoughts and actions.

Upon entering the basilica, he took his place in the first pews, reserved for bishops. In front of him was a papyrus on which was written the sequence of celebrations that would take place during the ceremony, with accompanying chants. Fortunately, Kraosljub has been practicing Gregorian chant for the past months, what better stage to show his talent - thought Krasoljub

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Nasljedstvo koje svjedočimo preko prvog biskupa među nama bila je misao koja je okupirala Krasoljubovu misao tijekom hoda u koloni sa njegovom subraćom, biskupima i kardinalima. Zvonilo je cijelim trgom svetog Tita, a dan je bio upravo onakav kakav se i pamti za festu našeg prvog poglavara crkve. Mirisi ljiljana i kasno-cvatnih ruža pomiješani sa mediteranskim jarkim suncem koje je uvijek tjeralo znoj na čelo, vratili su nadbiskupa u djetinjstvo, samo ovaj put, nije bio ministrat koji je služio svome lokalnom župniku, već je njegov poziv, san koji je imao od malih nogu sada postao stvarnost.
Odjeven u crvenu misnicu, polakao se kretao prema ulazu bazilike dok su latice cvijeća ispunjavale nebo. Nije imao značajan zadatak na ceremoniji, ipak je ovo velika čast prije svega biti uz papu na dan slavljenja svetog Tita. Nekako se i mitra činila teža na glavi čim je to pomislio, jer s vremena na vrijeme, Krasoljub, kao da zaboravi težinu koja ona nosi.
A zbog toga, valjda, i postoje ovakvi dani feste, da nas prisjete naše službe i onoga što nam u mislima mora biti prvo. Kako u mislima tako i djelima.

Ulaskom u baziliku, zauzeo je svoje mjesto u prvim klupama, predviđenim za biskupe. Ispred njega je bio papirus na kojem je napisan slijed slavlja koji će se odvijati tijekom ceremonije, sa popratnim napjevima. Srećom, Kraosljub je vjezbao greogrijansko pjevanje zadnjih mjeseci, kud bolje pozornice da pokaže svoj talent – pomisli Krasoljub.
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Metropolitan Archbishop of Rijeka + Vice-Prefect for the Villa San Loyats + Chartulary for Center and Eastern Countries + Expert Heralds in Pontifical Colleges of Heraldry

[Didicus]

Didicus arrived in the Basilica to attend a Papal mass. He was humble to be present and went to sit somewhere at the side. The amount of Cardinals present, with the Pope himself, made him realise he is not surrounded by common people like he often is at Holland. Ofcourse it wasn't hard for him to behave properly according to the circumstances. He wanted to enjoy the experience in the eternal city before having to return to his duties.
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[Roderic_]

The heat was sweltering, which was characteristic of the time, but essential for such ceremonies. With a calm step I walked with my other cardinal brothers, a lot was happening and certain documents were already signed, waiting to be delivered. My eyes fell on Philip, perhaps I should discuss it with him before handing them over. My movements were mechanical, I knew the ceremony by heart, which allowed me to follow the thread without leaving my meditation aside.
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Cardinal Dean // Cardinal Bishop // Cardinal Vicar Grand Inquisitor // Prelate of Honour of His Holiness //
Archbishop sine cura of Sassari and Urbino // Bishop sine cura of Urgell // Chancellor of the Order of Saint Nicolas V .

[Lysiane3]

Lysiane never missed a mass. She was a deaconess and she loved religion more than anything. It was with pleasure that she went to the day's mass to pray devoutly.

[feuilllle]

Elle est présente.
Comme d'autres.

Elle ne reconnait rien des couloirs de Rome mais cela ne la touche pas : la Foi Aristotélicienne se vit souvent bien au-delà des salles Romaines, et la Basilique fait partie de ces monuments que l’on n’oublie jamais.
Et il n'existe aucun horizon qui ne soit figé, cela elle le sait depuis toujours. Au reste, l’horizon n‘est qu’un concept chimère désignant une limite inexistante, ni lointaine ni proche, donc inabordable et inconsistante par définition, quoique géré comme un but à atteindre...

Sa Foi est le contraire de cet horizon qu’elle recherche toujours dans ses voyages en souriant un peu moqueusement d’elle-même.
Sa Foi, elle la vit, plus simplement et directement chaque jour que Le Très-Haut envoie à Ses Enfants.
Le plus beau des Offices ne peut égaler la splendeur de la Foi, mais elle comprend ce qu’il peut offrir de motivant et d’enrichissement commun.
Leur Religion Aristotélicienne ne prétend-t-elle pas -avec ferveur et justesse- qu’elle est une Grande Famille ?

… Très occupée actuellement, elle est arrivée sans atours religieux et ne s'en trouve pas plus mal. La Foi Aristotélicienne n’a besoin d’aucun effets spéciaux, hormis les dalmatiques liturgiques, très codifiées. Mais les siennes n’ont pas servi depuis des mois, voire davantage, et sont dans un de ses coffres, encore sur le chemin vers sa nouvelle habitation.

Elle sourit intérieurement, commençant à vider son esprit pour laisser place à la prière, qui n’est ni une demande ni une supplique, mais une communion avec Le Très-Haut.

Le parfum des roses et des œillets emplit l’atmosphère par effluves, bridant parfois celui de l’encens, plus classique en Basilique.
La lumière se propage, mêlant ses différentes sources avec harmonie : celle odorante des cierges, dont la flamme file vers la haute voute de l’édifice, indiquant la voie à suivre ; celles dorées des auréoles des Saints et Saintes, statufiées mais oh combien animées par les précédentes ; celles des vitraux aux reflets colorés, qui caressent les dalles de la Basilique de leurs reflets pieux et catéchistes.

°°°Qui a dit qu’un Temple Du Très-Haut était sombre ? Les Lumières révèlent ce qui ne doit point être dans l’ombre.
L’éclairement est bien le signe de la Connaissance et de la Piété… °°°
Songe-t-elle profondément paisible et sereine.




She is present.
Like others.

She does not recognize anything of the corridors of Rome but it does not affect her: the Aristotelian Faith is often lived well beyond the Roman halls, and the Basilica is one of those monuments that we never forget.
And there is no horizon that is not frozen, that she has always known. Moreover, the horizon is only a chimera concept designating a non-existent limit, neither distant nor near, therefore unaffordable and inconsistent by definition, although managed as a goal to be achieved...

Her Faith is the opposite of the horizon she always seeks in her travels, smiling a little mockingly at herself.
She lives her Faith more simply and directly every day that the Most High sends to His Children.
The most beautiful of the Offices cannot equal the splendour of the Faith, but it understands what it can offer in terms of motivation and common enrichment.
Does not their Aristotelian religion claim -with fervor and accuracy- that it is a Great Family?

… Very busy at the moment, she arrived without religious attire and is no worse off. The Aristotelian Faith does not need any special effects, except the very codified liturgical dalmatics. But hers have not been used for months or more, and are in one of his coffers, still on the way to his new home.

She smiles inwardly, beginning to empty her mind to give way to prayer, which is not a request or a supplication, but a communion with the Most High.

The scent of roses and carnations fills the atmosphere with scents, sometimes curbing that of incense, more classic in Basilica.
The scent of roses and carnations fills the atmosphere with scents, sometimes curbing that of incense, more classic in Basilica.
The light spreads, mixing its different sources with harmony: the fragrant candles, whose flame flows towards the high vault of the building, indicating the way to follow; the golden ones of the halos of the Saints, statufied but oh so animated by the previous ones; those of the stained glass windows with colorful reflections, which caress the slabs of the Basilica with their pious reflections and catechists.

°°° Who said that a Temple of the Most High must be dark? The Lights reveal what must not live in the shadows.
Enlightenment is indeed the sign of Knowledge and Piety...°°°
Does it dream deeply peaceful and serene.
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Quand une personne ne sait plus savoir quoi penser, c'est qu'elle manque d'intelligence.

[Gropius]

The procession reached the majestic high altar, the cardinals took their places in a semicircle on either side of the Pontiff's throne. The Dean of the Sacred College waited for silence to fall and thanked those high vaults for the coolness they provided on a stiflingly hot day.

Arduino Della Scala, widened his arms and, in a stentorian voice, said:

In nómine Altíssimi, et Aristótelis, et Christi. Amen

Sacerdos: Introíbo ad altáre Dei.
Ministri: Ad Deum, Qui lætíficat juventútem meam.
S. Júdica me, Deus, et discérne causam meam de gente non sancta: ab hómine iniquo et dolóso érue me.
M. Quia Tu es, Deus, fortitúdo mea: quare me reppulísti, et quare tristis incédo dum afflígit me inimícus?
S. Emítte lucem Tuam et veritátem Tuam: ispa me deduxérunt, et adduxérunt in montem sanctum Tuum et in tabernácula Tua.
M. Et introíbo ad altáre Dei: ad Deum, Qui lætíficat juventútem meam.
S. Confíteor Tibi in cíthara, Deus, Deus meus, quare tristis es ánima mea, et quare contúrbas me?
M. Spera in Deo, quóniam adhuc confitébor Illi: salutáre vultus mei et Deus meus.
S. Introíbo ad altáre Dei.
M. Ad Deum, Qui lætíficat juventútem meam.

Signat se, dicens:

V/. Adjutórium nostrum in Nómine Dómini.
R/. Qui fecit cœlum et terram.
Confíteor Deo Omnipoténti, beáto Aristóteli Prophétæ, beáto Christo Prophétæ, sanctis Archángelis, beáto Tito Apostólo, ómnibus Sanctis, et vobis, fratres, quia peccávi nimis cogitatióne, verbo et ópere

percutit sibi pectus ter, dicens:

mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa. Ideo precor beátum Aristótelem Prophétam, beátum Christum Prophétam, sanctos Archángelos, beátum Titum Apostólum, omnes Sanctos, et vos, fratres, oráre pro me ad Dóminum Deum nostrum. Amen

[Ines..]

Inside the basilica, Inès walked with her niece to find the most comfortable place for them while the ladies continued to fan themselves. Of course, the Princess of Ischia di Castro spotted Della and Halderan in the crowd, whom she greeted with a smile and a polite nod.
She also saw Alix du Vivier, whom she greeted politely from a distance. And finally, she heard someone call her name in public, which was unusual, so she turned slowly to see who it was. To her delight, it was Zebaz. But her countenance quickly changed when she heard his anger about the trampled palatine tile; evidently, she was angry about it too, because she had one too.

Zebaz, my condolences for the loss of your daughter. It's a terrible misfortune... the curse of kings.... - She paused.– But what about the tile! - That was worse.- How is it possible! After the mass and the oaths we'll go to see it, with the new palatine nobles. A little excursion! You will be in charge of explaining to them all the deep meaning of the keys of St. Titus in their armorials.


The entrance of the grand procession was magnificent. Of course, the Vice Constable of Rome supervised the behaviour of the pontifical guard, under her charge; she was convinced that they would do a job that was the pride of the Congregation. Still unseated, she witnessed the pontifical procession, and at that moment, she crossed eyes with her younger brother, Felipe, to whom she smiled.
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Queen of Navarre | Princess of Ischia di Castro | Duchess of Billy | Child of Castile | Countess of Tafalla | Baroness Palatine of St John Lateran | Lady of Bressolles
Prefect of the Court of His Holiness Sixtus IV

[Oberon.]

Rome was one of the most beautiful cities Oberon had visited on his countless journeys and every year the count enjoyed the sight of the city anew. His summer holiday this year was in Italy, so his journey had not been particularly far. They had had good weather and thus excellent travelling conditions.

Right on time for mass, Oberon entered the church and took his place among the other nobles present.
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