https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/djgr128rz4iw4snho7618/La-Chevalerie-Amoureuse-Pierre-Dujols-de-Valois-49-60.docx?rlkey=imgog0nhwrgv0s75dnqi1sp7u&dl=0 § 49. Mistral was accused of separatism; it was not the regionalist snake that lurked beneath these flowers, but the apocalyptic dragon, the Albigensian Tarasque. But, like Alighieri, Mistral was playing a comedy. When he was asked where he had got the word ‘félibrige’, which he used to baptise the renaissance of Provençal poetry, he never wanted to say, even though he knew absolutely. With concealed ingenuity, he took refuge behind a joke and said that he had picked up the word for its picturesque quality from an old hymn sung by his mother – unknown in the region – which spoke of the ‘Seven Félibres of the Law’. He even recited a timely stanza for the occasion. It’s not hard to recognise in it the seven troubadours who promulgated the Laws of Love and who had no place in a Catholic hymn. § 50. And it would be on this vague, obscure word, without precise consistency, that the renewal of southern poetics would have been founded. Mistral and Mathieu, who had been indoctrinated by Roumanille and taught at Dupuy’s Provençal school, formed a small group who had studied good Greek and Latin literature, and they knew perfectly well the value of the words they used. Their classical knowledge combined with a hint of old Avignon illuminism explains everything, and we can be sure that they were right to define themselves as the Académie des Félibres. Mistra’s entire work, which could rightly be described as a great work of literature, shows that the author was an adept and held in his hand Arianne’s thread, nicknamed gnosis, and stella gnosia, the star, i.e. the veil, of knowledge – stella taken here as a form of stellare, “to enamel”, “to stain”, “to cover with a sheet”. In Latin, therefore, there is a play on words, similar in French, between the star and the cloth (étoile et toile in french). Mireille’s father was no stranger to gallant trybadic or troubadic juggling tricks, and was well aware that the gnostic is the one who possesses kunos-estis, ‘the accent of the dog’ – the language of dogs, of cynics, erotic and erratic, the literary Languedocien so prized by Rabelais – the bargain hunter, the licker, because the dog has sui generis habits that need no further explanation. It was the language of the Thease of Bacchus, husband of Ariadne, the god who carries the cup of inebriation. § 51. The cup therefore played an important ritual role in Félibrige. At every banquet for Saint-Estelle, Sanctus Stella, the secret star, Lucifera, the Queen of the Night, Maha Kali, the Great Black of the Indies, a mysterious cup, “from the Catalans”, was passed around, as at the agape of the Rosicrucians. And while it’s true that the Catalan poet Dom Balaguer offered the Félibres this symbolic vase, it’s equally true that this offering was nothing more than a juggling act to save face. And note that this cup, chiselled according to hermetic canons disguised under the […]
Dr. E Michael Jones is highly recommended by our friends within the Catholic Church. In fact they tell me some of his books are free on libgen, whatever that is. I’ve included as a cover his only video I could find still up on YouTube, dispelling Schlomo’s genocidal slander of National Socialism and the German people but what we’re interested in here is his new book lampooning Schlomo’s Holocaust myth. As many of you know I was friends with the Zundel’s, Ingrid offered to finance me. That’s probably why they are both now dead. The Holocaust never happened and once you take it away Schlomo loses his license to fold, spindle and mutilate western civilization. In the interview I link to from the Sage of Quay about twenty-two minutes in Dr. Jones talks about how Schlomo has turned America into a “gay disco:” Sage of Quay® News: The Key to Saving Western Civilization (sageofquaynews.blogspot.com)
Hi Jack & Orage, Here are the last 3 parts. I’m also including the link to the final compiled file. I’ve gone back over a few things, particularly at the beginning of the translation. I don’t know if I’ll do it again, it was pretty hard and exhausting. I’m off to crack open a cold beer and wish you all a great day! The Complete File : https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/kcrtm7bi9411m195xh5qn/La-Chevalerie-Amoureuse-Amorous-Chivalry.docx?rlkey=9llgn941es001r5tpufsl990l&dl=0 Part 7/8/9 : § 73. But ierne is above all a synonym of verne, from the Latin verna, feminine of vernus (a pun on Venus), “spring”, the season of flowers. Verna is therefore Flora and Laura by apocope, Petrarch’s Laure, the lover, the courtesan, because verna conceals verrina, the naughty girl, the secret grid or tongue, from grullos, “pig”. This is where the expression “to play a dirty trick” comes from (pig’s trick in French). Verna also refers to a garden where flowers are grown. In the Middle Ages, houses of pleasure were – according to history – called “champs-florys”, as we can see in the old texts and, in Provençal troubadouresque, “camps de flours”. These were Flora’s paradises, the courts of love, the Lodges of Massenia, of the Holy Grail, which have been confused with public houses. Boccaccio, in his Decameron (theka-êmerion, the covered light), speaks of the liello di campo de fiore, “the castle of the flowery field”, and an Italian proverb says of a deceiver that he is a barone di campo de fiore. § 74. It will come as no surprise, then, if we suggest that the city of Florence served as an allegory for the Floralies, in the closed language of the initiates. Indeed, Florence sums up in a single word the epic struggle between the Ghibellines, or Whites, and the Guelphs, or Blacks. In short, it’s another version of the legendary conflict between Alba and Rome. Florence can be broken down into two significant words: flor, the flower, Floralia, fluor, irony or herony, and “aux”, from auxio, to torment: the Roman inquisition. The Ghibellines were the sibylline people who spoke the obscure language of the ancient mysteries of the temple of Delphi, of the dragon, in Greek delphinê, sibilini, the whistlers, the mockers, the chastres or Cathars. They were nicknamed the Whites, albicei, which became albizzi, or the Albigensians. The Guelfes, from the Latin vello, to torment, and phucataire, catnip, a direct allusion to the Cathars, were the velphu, the torturers of the Albigensian Cathars. They were called Blacks because the Latin nigri, for nigeri, is a similarity of Niceri, the Nicerians, the orthodox of the Council of Nicaea. (It will be objected that Niceri does not appear in the classical vocabularies, but the Saphist language is a permanent mockery of school syntax. Moreover, if our town of Nice gave rise to the word Nissard or Niçard, it is also logical that Nicerus comes from Nicea). The Ghibellines fought for moral and social freedom, and the Guelphs for dogma and the ecclesiastical and political organisation that formed Europe, in other words the Groffo, the grouping of Western states known in history as the Holy Roman Empire, which has now broken […]
This is a Fairy tale, in the truest sense, a Faerie story. Thus: Once upon a time There is a valley in central Tibet, where folklore would have it, a giant burst out of a mountain chasing a woman. The story goes, she had stolen his magic snake, or serpent creature. The giant was enormous, and his footsteps at a running pace were a mile or more apart. He was so angry at being dupped by this woman that he crushed her into the ground under his giant foot when he eventually caught up with her. But in his haste, he also crushed the magic reptile, in doing so, he disappeared, or, was reduced to dust, never to be seen again. In this same valley, it is said, a horde of giants were caught invading from the east, (China?) A ray (sun light?) was focused upon them, and they were instantly turned to stone. Their remains are still there, as weathered rock at the eastern end of the valley. As crazy as this story sounds, if you fly over this valley at the right hight, you can see a large gash in a mountainside, followed by two giant indentations in the landscape, and in one of them, is a broken rock that looks a lot like a woman, or at least a human form, holding in its hand, or close to the body, a shape that could be a snake or reptile. At the eastern end of this valley indeed there are several crumbling rocks that could have been something else millennia ago. It is rumoured that close to this area you will find an entrance to the underworld. The cavern world of the ancients. I’ve seen these marks on the ground with my own eyes, including the lady of stone. I once found the giants foot marks on google maps of Tibet, but that was years ago, the lighting must have been perfect when the satellite photo was taken, because I searched for it again more recently, when I started to get serious about relaying this story for you. I can’t find it, even though I was sure I would remember the general area. Google of course up-date and replace their satellite images almost every year, and the lighting can change, or there is snow on the ground. Maybe one day soon I’ll find it again and present the photo to illustrate this book. But that is not the most interesting thing about this area of Tibet. Most will know, or have seen, at least one of the Matrix series of movies. Just as in those movies, this world is most definitely not what it seems. On google satellite maps once again, take a close look the mountain ranges in central Tibet. Look closely, run your eyes slowly over them and you will see an inscription or two built into the design of the rangers themselves. This in an ancient language no longer used by humanity, but certainly used […]
Walking on a rural road the bloody Doppelgänger stops and removes a red bandana from a post. Flying over eastern South Dakota Gordon Cole takes a call from Colonel Davis Informing him of the discovery of Garland Briggs‘ body in Buckhorn on the west side of South Dakota. Cole detours his pilot after asking Diane to accompany them since she is familiar with Blue Rose cases. The bandana marks a ranch whose occupants have been murdered by the Doppelganger’s assassins Hutch and Chantal who are waiting there for him. Cole takes another in flight phone call from Warden Murphy, who tells him that “Cooper” has escaped. In flight Diane gets a text from the Doppelgänger saying “around the dinner table the conversation is lively,” The Doppelgänger calls Duncan Todd and tells him the job, meaning the murder of “Dougie,” better be done the next time he calls. He then tells Hutch and Chantal to kill Warden Murphy. In an effort, perhaps, to clue in the three stooges; T. Fusco, D. Fusco, and “Smiley” Fusco, who head up the investigation of the Las Vegas police, Bushnell Mullins tells them “dam strange business first his car blows up and then somebody tries to kill him.” When Mullins leaves the room the stooges discuss among them that “there is nothing and I mean nothing on our Mr. Douglas Jones prior to 1997.” “No drivers license no passport no social, class records, tax records, no birth certificate.” –Season 3, Episode 9; 12:00-13:00. Cooper and Janey-E sit in the lobby of the LAPD. Cooper fixates between the flag and the red high heel shoes of a passing woman. He then focuses on an electrical outlet. The Fusco’s arrest bandaged Ike the Spike at his hotel as he is skipping town. They tell him “we have your palm print.” “As a matter of fact Ike we have your whole palm…” -Season 3, Episode 9; 20:00. Bobby visits his mother with Frank and Hawk and she gives them a mysterious cylinder Major Brigg’s, who clearly was precognizant of their current visit twenty-five years ago, had stashed in a chair waiting for them. Cole, Albert, Diane, and Preston meet Knox and Macklay at the Buckhorn Police Department to view Briggs’ body. Diane stays behind in the lobby and reads a text reading “AROUND THE DINNER TABLE, THE CONVERSATION IS LIVELY.” Macklay explains the circumstances of the body being found as they go to the morgue where Talbot waits. Macklay then notes that William Hastings and Ruth Davenport had been blogging about alternate dimensions. Albert notes the incorrect age of the body and Cole pulls him aside and they connect it to Cooper. They return and Talbot shows them Dougie’s ring found inside the body, prompting Cole to wish to speak to Hastings. Jerry thinks he hears his foot tell him “I am not your foot.” He grabs it screaming “go away” and falls to the ground. -Season 3, Episode 9; 33:00. Frank and Hawk try to open the cylinder given to them by Betty, amusing Bobby, who says they must go back outside to open it. Bobby throws it on the ground, which causes it to make a noise. He then throws it down again […]
I took a long last drag from my cigarette and doused it in the receptacle by the front of the doors. It would be at least ten hours till the next one. I had two hours till takeoff, but I figured I better check in now considering what happened on my last flight out of Frankfurt in 2019. Orage had dropped me off at the airport at about one in the morning. The flight was at nine, so I made my way upstairs through the deserted airport and drank overpriced beer in front of an all-night McDonalds at a table in a German café across from it. At first it was just the barmaid, an attractive young fräulein who spoke little English, and I. But we were soon joined by a very strange man who hovered at the periphery of the cafe playing peekaboo behind the copious artificial plants demarcating its perimeter. Even though the temperature was in the mid-fifties outside, inside he was wearing a heavy winter snorkel coat with the hood pulled over his face. He had a shopping bag presumably to transport the days treasures he had found while foraging the airport. When I tried to take a picture with my phone, he quickly ducked behind a plastic palm tree. When the barmaid came over to replenish my beer, I pointed him out to her, and we both laughed. She said in halting English that she had already called her boyfriend and he was on his way. The boyfriend was there within ten minutes and the bum or whatever he was no longer liked the odds and shuffled off into the night. I’d had at least a half a dozen beers by then so I made my way back downstairs intent on getting some much-needed sleep in the chairs in front of my Delta / Air France check-in gate, which would open in a few hours. I woke up to some women setting up for Delta and when I inquired as to when they’d be open, I was told within the hour. I went back upstairs and had a particularly vile, even for McDonalds, “egg sandwich…” When I came back down, I got my boarding pass and the same woman who had told me they would be open within the hour was standing in front of the check in gate. She’d been waiting for me and told me that I had been selected for additional security screening and she was the “head of security.” My flight would be delayed till 11 AM and I should arrive at boarding for nine to compensate for the additional time it would take. She suspiciously asked me how long I had been in Germany, and I told her a month. She asked me what I had been doing in that time. When I told her that I was a well-known writer who wrote under the name of Jack Heart, doing research she became particularly interested and asked me what I wrote […]
in a phone call from their car Gene and Jake, her hit men, report to Lorraine, presumably the woman Duncan gave the job too, that they are thus far unable to assassinate Dougie Jones. Frustrated, she tells them they are going to get her killed and sends a message to her contact “ARGENT.” At the morgue Talbot, Macklay and Harrison stand over the headless corpse of the as of yet unidentified Major Briggs. Talbot tells them that her autopsy shows the man hadn’t eaten for days but he did have a ring in his stomach. She shows them a wedding band and on it is an inscription that reads; “To Dougie, with love, Janey-E.” Season 3, episode 5; 4:00–5:00. Evil Cooper looks in the mirror of his prison cell and sees BOB’s features start to materialize on his face and says “you’re still with me, that’s good.” – Season 3, episode 5; 7:00. Dougie’s car is now being targeted by car thieves. Anthony Sinclair tells Cooper that he’s covered for Dougie’s absence and during the meeting, as Sinclair presents a report Cooper sees a green light on him and suddenly blurts out in front of everyone that he’s lying without explaining why. Dougie’s boss Bushnell Mullins questions his accusation in private after the meeting and when Cooper doesn’t explain he gives him a pile of case files to assess by the next day. While his mother is passed out on drugs, the little boy living in the home across from Dougie’s car goes outside to examine it. He is shooed away by a gang now trying to steal the car. When they start the engine the bomb under Dougie’s car explodes, killing several members of the gang. The boy runs back to his home. Hearing him coming back in, his mother slowly wakes up and stares deliriously at the door. Dr. Jacoby begins his webcast as “Dr. Amp.” He is dressed in rags but the overall effect of his ensemble makes him appear like a caricature of an SS officer. His bow tie even has lightning bolts on each side and his glasses with red and blue lenses make it look like he is wearing an eye patch Dr. Amp “Its seven o’clock do you know where your freedom is? Coming to you live and electrified from studio A high atop the escarpments on Whitetail Peak, the roof, ruff ruff, of the American Hindu Kush this is Dr. Amp doing the vamp for liberty, climbing the ramp to justice and lighting the lamp of freedom. So, what’s on your mind tonight? You know I’m going to tell you what’s on mine. We’re sinking down into the mud. And the fucks are at it again! The same vast, global corporate conspiracy, different day! You can’t see it without a cosmic flashlight. Guess what? I’ve got one. Oh yeah. And its beam, it penetrates the igneous rock of ignorance. It flips that rock over and there they are, exposed. Wriggling, squirming, crawling on their bellies like foul maggots. Frantically racing back to the cover of darkness that they so crave! […]