L'Eglise Aristotelicienne Romaine The Roman and Aristotelic Church

[Kalixtus]

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Rome, in the early morning, when the mist still clings to the columns of the Eternal like the breath of an unseen liturgy...

Kalixtus stood motionless. Not from exhaustion. Not from contemplation. But from that rare inner stillness that arises when the soul beholds the sublime and becomes aware of its own insignificance—without being shattered by it.

Before him: St. Titus’ Basilica. Not merely a building—no. A memory. A heart of stone that beats for God. A confession of faith made flesh in marble, defiant against the dust of time.

“Here,” he whispered without moving his lips, “man has given form to the Invisible—and the Invisible has accepted it.”

The dome loomed over Rome like the first sky after the Flood. So vast that it did not merely receive the light of the sun—it seemed to transcend it. So perfect that even doubt was forced to kneel—not in reverence, but in helplessness.

Every column, every stone, every gilded inscription was to Kalixtus a verse in a living gospel of architecture. He could read them as in an ancient codex: the triumphal processions of angels, the tears of martyrs, the whisper of centuries. And above all, the majesty of God—not distant, but present. Incarnata in pietra.

And yet… it was not only God who dwelled here. St. Titus' was also a mirror. A crucible of the soul. None entered it and emerged unchanged. Kalixtus knew this. Beauty was dangerous. Grandeur, seductive. For it revealed how small man truly is—and yet to what heights he may rise, if he dedicates himself to God.

The Cardinal laid his hand upon the cool marble balustrade. The dove above the altar—cast in glass—burned in his gaze like a fire that would never be extinguished.

“So this is what the face of the Eternal looks like, when it is mirrored in the earth… Not as lightning, not as storm, but as basilica—silent, steadfast, unfathomable.”

In that moment, faith was renewed in him—not as duty, but as longing. Not as order, but as calling. St. Titus' was not yet complete—for every soul who entered completed it a little more.

And as the first rays of sun poured through the colonnades, golden as the blood of ancient saints, Kalixtus knew:

“We do not carry these walls—they carry us.”

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[Adonnis]

The ceremonial sound of the bells of the Basilica of Saint Titus echoed solemnly throughout the surroundings, announcing the opening of the Public Ordinary Consistory, the occasion on which the new members of the Sacred College of the Cardinals would take their oath to the Sovereign Pontiff and receive their biretta and their ring. As the clergy, nobles and faithful approached the Basilica, their voices were lowered in respect for the sacredness of the moment.

Suitably dressed, the Sagres climbed the steps towards the great portal, accompanied by his niece, the Marchioness of Vieira de Leiria and Baroness of San Giorgio di Pesado, who was staying at Palazzo Taverna, the Sagres Family's residence at the Holy Roman See.

After reaching the confessio, the Cardinal took one of the seats reserved for Cardinals and remained in silent prayer, awaiting the Holy Father's entrance and the solemn start of the Consistory.

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.....Cardinal-Presbyter of Saint Anthony of the Portuguese / Grand Audiencier of the Holy See / General Inquisitor of Portugal
...............Primate of Portugal / Metropolitan Archbishop of Braga / Bishop of Vila Real / Duke of Monte Real

[Francesco_maria]

Intense days of prayer and solemn celebrations. Cardinal Sforza soon reached the sacristy to prepare for this rite to welcome new brother cardinals who for him in a special way had been authentic brothers with whom he had shared efforts, trials and reached new goals. Their testimony of faith shone in a particular way in his eyes because they were a faithful flame that resisted even in the storm of territories in which the Holy Aristotelian Church is not always well liked, yet another proof that fidelity to the True Faith, perseverance and love for the Holy Roman Aristotelian Church can overcome every obstacle.
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[Fenice]

Cardinal Fenice reached her assigned seat and, as she exchanged greetings with the other members of the Curia and prelates, she felt the tiredness from the intense days of close celebrations quickly fade away, replaced by gratitude for the new blood that was reinforcing the Sacred College.

Two new cardinals were joining the Curia in those very significant days.
She thought back to her own beginnings as a cardinal, to the countless times she had exchanged opinions and information and voted on decisions for the good of the entire Church.
It was an enormous responsibility and tiring work, but Faith and spirit of service were a formidable support.
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[Bibiano]

Em profundo silêncio adentra ao recinto e toma seu lugar aguardando o início da cerimônia.

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In deep silence, he entered the room and took his seat, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
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• Conde de Ervedal • Capelão Régio • Arcebispo Metropolitano de Évora •

[Cinead]

The Public Ordinary Consistory, it has been a while since Cinead has visited one. And now, this is a very special one because he is one of the people made Cardinal. What a joyous moment for this simple Scottish man, whom had not expected to receive this great honor bestowed upon him. So here he is, together with his English colleague and friend who is also part of this ceremony to be addressed by the Pope. Cineads thoughts are interrupted by the ceremonial sound of the bells of the Basilica of Saint Titus, he become a wee bit nervous and tries to relax and keep his breath under control. Luckily he seems some familiar faces of people that have always supported him, the calms him down a little and he sits down where he is supposed to be and waits for the ceremony to begin.
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Chartulary of the British Islands, Bishop of Whithorn, Archivist for the Registers, Translator at Order of Saint Jerome, Theologian at the Holy Office 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

[Vanyar]

Vanyar has been notified of his appointment to the College of Cardinals, where he is to be created Cardinal-Deacon at the next Public Ordinary Consistory within the Basilica of Saint Titus. The decision follows formal communication received from the Holy Curia, issued under the authority of His Holiness the Pope. The old Grey Friar has expressed his appreciation for the trust thus placed in him and has accepted the summons with characteristic reserve.

Though long accustomed to the administrative and pastoral burdens of Church life in the provinces, His Eminence acknowledges the symbolic weight of returning to Rome in this capacity. While no stranger to the workings of the Curia, he regards this appointment not as culmination, but as continued obligation—differing in scope, not in nature.

Preparations are being made for his arrival at the Basilica. He will present himself at the appointed hour, as directed. His thanks are extended to the Holy Curia and to His Holiness for this distinction. It is understood that His Eminence intends to discharge his future responsibilities with the same measured persistence that has marked his service thus far.
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Presbyter & Bishop of the Universal and Roman-Aristotelian Church. | Bishop of Carlisle & Ptolemais

[Adelene]

Quel étrange chemin que celui du Consistoire des cardinaux pour Adelène, qui venait d’adresser sa démission au Saint-Père. Quelle étrange occasion aussi, que celle de venir accueillir deux nouveaux frères tandis que deux autres rendaient les armes. Deux Anglais contre deux francophones : voilà le cycle de la vie en bonne santé, avec un sang qui tourne. Quoi qu’on en dise, tout cela était bon signe, et donnait à espérer des lendemains meilleurs.

Le printemps baignait Rome. Et ce n’était pas cette petite brume matinale qui allait couvrir d’ombre une cérémonie heureuse.

Adelène avait le cœur lourd, mais le pas léger. Il s’installa à la suite des autres cardinaux et se prêta volontiers à quelques discussions banales, souriant poliment aux anecdotes qu’on lui servait.


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What a strange path to the Consistory of Cardinals for Adelene, who had just submitted her resignation to the Holy Father. What a strange occasion, too, to welcome two new brothers while two others gave up their arms. Two Englishmen against two Frenchmen: that's the cycle of life in good health, with the blood flowing. Whatever one might say, all this was a good sign, and gave hope for a better tomorrow.

Spring was in Rome. And this morning mist was not going to cast a shadow over a happy ceremony.

Adelene's heart was heavy, but his step light. He took a seat with the other cardinals and happily lent himself to a few banal discussions, smiling politely at the anecdotes he was told.


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Son Éminence Adelène de Kermabon - Cardinal de Saint Nicomaque de l'Esquilin - Archevêque de Bordeaux

[Ettore_Asburgo_D'Argovia]

His Eminence, Ettore Asburgo d'Argovia, had been informed that he would be required to swear an oath before the Holy Father, a privilege he welcomed with profound joy. Participating in the sacred rites of the Church was not merely a way to strengthen his bond with the Community of Saints, but also an opportunity to immerse himself in the ethereal grace of the high clergy, whose composure and elegance were befitting his rank. Yet such dignity still eluded the Venetian Cardinal, who, unable to conceal his emotion, displayed a radiant and spontaneous smile. As he awaited his turn in the magnificent Basilica of Saint Titus, his inquisitive gaze wandered through the sacred surroundings with the same naïve wonder as always.
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+ Ettore Asburgo D'Argovia
Cardinale-Presbitero di San Barnaba a Ripa
Decano del Tribunale della Rota Romana
Arcivescovo Metropolitano di Udine
Professore alla Pontifica Universitas Studiorum Aristoteliorum
Ufficiale dell'Ordine pontificio di Nicola V