The road Home
So with the visit to Garabandal over it was time to wander over to
Salon for an International conference on Nostradamus and to see
about getting into the house to see if what my teacher said was
there, really was. To be honest I didn't expect much after that day
in Paris at the beginning of the trip, but I had nothing much else to
do until I caught the plane home. I did go and see where Mary
Magdalene had landed at St Maries de la Mer, and went to
St. Maximim where there is a Cathedral where she is buried.
I took a few pictures at the 2 places of paintings that allude to the
heresy, that Mary Magdalene brought the blood of Jesus with her
in a jar. The story is the story of the Holy Grail, or Sang Rois in
French which means Blood Royal. Many paintings depict a serpent
at the feet of Mary looking up at the jar as if to devour it. From
Rev. 12.17
And the Dragon was wroth with the woman, and went
to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep
the commandments of God, and have the testimony of
Jesus Christ.
Now it is in chapter 17 verse 10 that the 7 kings are mentioned,
and from chapter 19.10 that "the testimony of Jesus is the spirit
of prophecy".
(from Sacre Coure)
Looking at the mosaic from Sacre Coure in Paris, it has a very
large jar in Mary's arms over her womb with the serpent at her
feet. You see her womb was the jar and a child is what she
carried and brought to France, a daughter Sara.
This picture is from the Cathedral where St. Mary Magdalene
is buried. You can see her at the feet of Jesus Christ, and the
Angels are collecting His blood in the chalices, now it was Mary's
womb that was the chalice that carried the blood of Christ. Their
children are like the stars in the sky during a new moon, to many to
count.
As Jesus told me the first time he spoke on Thanksgiving night
back in 95, "My greatest hardship is that I could not have a family
as a man." But after He rose from the dead, he was allowed to
get married to Mary which is the wedding described in;
Rev. 19.7-8
Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to Him,
for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and His wife
has made herself ready. And to her was granted that
she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white,
for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
With the pictures in hand it was back to Salon and check out
the conference and try to get into the house. The conference
was, ... , well I don't really have much to say about it, except I
met a couple people, Peter from England was our interpreter,
because everything was in French. After talking to the curator
of Nostradamus's house she said I could come in for a look.
So the day before I went up on top of a large rock outcropping
a few hundred meters from his house where they had built a fort.
When I got to the top of the fort and looked down over the city I
got a good view of his house. I had been told it was in the chimney
in the study. Which from this position you could see the old
chimney extended out from the house, but in the room the
chimney was on the inside of the house. Meaning that the old one
had been covered over and a new one or false one was what you
saw from the inside. The bottom line was, there was almost no
chance of finding something the next day.
So there I was sitting in the sun after these trips with almost for
sure another dead end. I thought about not bothering to go in but
decided to go anyway, at least I could say I tried and check off
that part as being done. I told my teacher I wasn't going to call
him a lying sack of ___, this time, its just the way they feel like
playing with me. I'm hardly alone in this category for many of
Nostradamus's first predictions were wrong and as the great
prophet Jeremiah states in;
Jeremiah 20.7 (there is that 7 again)
O, Lord thou hast deceived me, and I was
deceived, thou art stronger than I, and hast
prevailed. I am in derision daily, everyone
mocketh me.
There is no easy way to get to that point, if you read the rest of
the chapter, Jeremiah eventually goes on to curse the day he
was born. Things aren't that bad yet, and I'm thankful for that,
though I don't think I've reached the bottom yet. I was thinking
that things will have to change if this path is to go to Reims and
be anointed. But that will be the next story.
So the next day I went in and found out that it was just another
dead end, oh well. I haven't heard anything more about the
subject since then. So it was back to Paris and back home to
wrap up this phase of the lessons, and wait and see what
is next.