EXTRA-NOSTRADAMUS: Part II: THE ORVAL PROPHECIES IN ENGLISH

EXTRA-NOSTRADAMUS: Part II: THE ORVAL PROPHECIES IN ENGLISH

(PLUS THE DECODED INTERRMENT PLATE THAT NEVER WAS)

Before the first abbey of Orval in Austrian Netherland by the French border was raized, all the manuscripts confiscated at the outbreak of a Franco-Austrian war had been sent to Paris including a copy of a small book of prophecies marked “Finis, MDXLII” composed by one “Philippe-Dieudonné-Noël Olivarius, doctor in medicine, surgeon and astrologer”.  Of course, in 1542 very few elevated doctors would call themselves a lowly surgeon as this was a manual occupation. In itself this does not throw all verity into doubt, there were noble exceptions no doubt and one famous plague doctor did just that, but we should be on guard for any further ‘give away’.

Another booklet was called something like “Certain Prophecies From Our Lord To A Solitaire” and was printed in 1544 in nearbyLuxembourg. This was copied piecemeal in May 1793 by an aristocratic visitor who spotted the prediction of a coming Great Monarch. Apparently other aristocrats have enthusiastically copied that section in other times.

I guess that ‘Dieudonné-Noël’ probably means born around Christmas-time whilst ‘Olivarius’ could be a close variation of ‘Orvalus’ (it can be found complete in the fanciful ‘Solitaire Orvalus’) and was a light-hearted pointer to where the book was written in 1542. Is this Philippe actually Michel de Nostredame, born on the 15th December? (He was not calling himself ‘Nostradamus’ at that time.)

This ‘Prophetie d’Orval’ was attributed falsely to Nostradame according to the Abbé Torné-Chavigny. In the Preface to Cesar we find arcane books linked to a practical Catholic authority and a mention of notes being written by officers of the Church as Nostredame was realizing divine inspiration and revelation. He slides this in behind an acknowledgement of “the sacred scriptures and the divine  decrees at the head whereof” and continues “apart from the judgment upon Judicial Astrology: by the which, and realizing inspiration and divine revelation throughout our continuing computations, they have written down our prophecies. And as much as this mystical Philosophy was not rejected, they have at no time desired to present their own unbridled convictions, so much that several volumes which were hidden long through the centuries were made evident to me. But rather, questioning what could happen, I upgraded my knowledge thereof by perusal of these and afterwards gifted them to Vulcan the which god however came to devour them greedily, the incandescence rose into the air rendering a strange clearness, more clear than that of a natural blaze, like the fiery luminescence of claw lightning, illumination going all around the house as if it were suffering through fire.  As if for this to occur was not staggering enough, thoroughly examining that perfect transformation, as much of the Moon as of the Sun and molten precious metals, these had by mystical waves changed to ashes.” 

Is Nostredame talking about his time of lodging at Orval?

Brenauw a curé of of Mande, who researched the legend of the prophecies, apparently wrote in April 1835 that it was a sure thing, without any doubt, that the prophecies of the Solitary of Orval were written in the Abbey of Orval before the French Revolution and at that distant time they were known and read in that abbey. And a curé of Sedan said, it seems, that he had heard of the legendary prophecies but not in particulars until after the Restoration of 1815, “it contains all that relates to Napoleon, the return of the Bourbons, their departure … till the coming of Antichrist.”

About ‘The Christian Trumpet; or, Previsions and Predictions’ by Gaudentius Rossi, published in English by Thomas Richardson and Sons, London, 1875.

This book, written by a Catholic missionary priest, collates predictions and prophecies that seem to support the future success of the Church of Rome. Rossi includes multiple references to a young ‘prince’ who will return to France from the ‘Island of Captivity’ to achieve this but does not include any ‘landmark’ details, rendering it a hopeful allegory based on the current belief that no French Republic can resist the Monarchy for long and any true French King must be a solid Roman Catholic Christian. The life of Napoleon Bonaparte may come to mind yet he was not a Capet. (The odd reference to Buch must be Book yet slightly resembles, I suppose, General Blucher of Waterloo fame yet it leads into the lethal Russian campaign.) Likewise the Antichrist who overcomes the Sons of Brutus herein which I guess means he rules a chunk of the world. Like the ‘Opera Nostradamus’ prophecies not much of it is immediately clear ahead of its time.

About Roman-style international treachery and its arch proponent Macchiavelli:

He was a near-contemporary to Nostredame, a man of ‘contraria professione’, of muddy faith being both sceptical and anti-clerical, who wrote either good advice for bad people wanting to improve at badness or bad advice for good people wanting to improve at goodness. He was in life a hard-working if slightly arrogant diplomat who proved poor at political practice. In death he became a literary fascination for many centuries and showed an excellent if amoral theoretical understandng of statehood with a keen appreciation of deviousness. The word laced all through the rock candy of international relations is ROME. The Roman Emperor was accountable to Romans regarding the City State but an unfettered tyrant over the Empire abroad, a policy partially embraced by USA President Lyndon Johnson and his successors. Since then there has been a normality of superficial but effective ‘honest politics’ at home yet outright lying and cheating overseas. This outdated lunacy must change if the world that we know is to survive, I strongly suspect.

These collective death dealers with their mass destruction maniacs and liars and cheats are Macchiavelli’s Sons of Brutus and the Bible’s Sons of Satan. “Ye are of a father – the devil, and the desires of your father ye will to do; he was a man-slayer from the beginning, and in the truth he hath not stood, because there is no truth in him; when one may speak the falsehood, of his own he speaketh, because he is a liar – also his father. And because I say the truth, ye do not believe me.” John 8: 44-45 (Youngs Literal Translation Bible) When we lie to others we stand alone. Because God is Truth and He cannot enter that unreal place we construct in order to protect us, so we must fall. This, our unreal collective construct, is where the Devil lived until quite recently – it’s surprising isn’t it? I’ve never believed in the Devil!  – but right now Satan is imprisoned in a place of Truth, as Nostredame and Revelation have said would happen, leaving us with no hearing for our wilful excesses and their excuses.

From the Epistle to the King we learn about him

“…who will be drawn from (or hails from) the North-Westerly regions by the divine will that works through an unwavering belief within shall bind Satan.”

A surprising event! The North-Westerner has simply willed Satan out of the game, miraculously, by lacking all doubt over the matter.

 The following Excerpt is said to be three parts of the legendary Propheties Solitaire d’Orval, in translation:

(As for the unavoidable art of interpretation, we should not forget that this entire book is designed to profess the zeal of the Catholic Christian missionary Rossi.)

At a certain time a young man, coming from over the sea to the country of Celtic-Gaul, will make himself remarkable by his power and counsel. 

Victory shall bring him back to the first country. The Sons of Brutus will be very much stupefied at his return, for he will domineer over them, and assume the name of Emperor.

Many high and powerful kings shall conceive much fear because of the Eagle, which shall seize many sceptres and crowns. Infantry and cavalry Eagles and blood shall with him fly like midges in the air. All Europe is greatly terrified at the shedding of blood, for he shall be so powerful as to induce the belief that God is fighting with him.

God’s Church is somewhat consoled in beholding again her temples opened to her own sheep entirely dispersed; and God is praised.

But it is finished; the moons are passed. The old man of Zion cries to God from his heart very much oppressed by burning grief.

Behold the powerful man blinded by gin and crimes. He leaves the grand city with Buch a splendid army that the like nobody ever saw. But no military man is able to resist the face of the weather. Behold a third part of his army, and again a third part, perish through the cold of the Almighty Lord.

But now ten years are passed after the era of desolation, as I have said in its place. Widows and orphans have raised vehement lamentations. Lo! God is no longer inexorable.

The depressed potentates recover their strength, and form an alliance for the overthrow of the man so much feared. Coming with them, behold the old blood of former ages, which recovers its dignity and place in the great city, whilst the above-mentioned man, deeply humbled, goes to a place on the same sea whence he came.

God alone is great. The eleventh moon is not yet risen, and the bloody scourge of the Lord chastises again the great city, and the old blood flies away fromParis.

God alone is great. He loves his people, and abominates blood. The fifth moon shone upon many soldiers from the East. France is covered with military men and war machinery. It is all over with the man of the sea. Behold, the old Capetian blood returned once more.

God wills peace. May His holy Name be blessed. Now a great and prosperous peace will flourish in France. The white flower is held in great honor. Many sacred canticles are sung in the house of God In the mean while the Sons of Brutus look with rage at the white flower. They obtain an important decree.

For this cause God is again grievously offended, because he loves his elect, and because the sacred days are profaned. God will try, during eighteen times twelve moons, their return to Him.

God alone is great. He purifies his people through various tribulations, but always to the detriment of the wicked; therefore, through the instrumentality of a numerous and accursed sect, which walks in the dark, a terrible conspiracy is formed against the white flower, and the poor old blood of the Capet has to fly from the great city, for which the Sons of Brutus are very much rejoiced.

Listen how the servants of the Lord very strongly cry to the Most High God, and He does not hear on account of the noise of his arrows, which he tempers in the fires of his wrath to transfix the heart of the impious.

Woes to France! The Gaul will erase the white flower, and a great one will be saluted King of the People. A strong commotion shall be experienced among nations, because the crown will be imposed by those artisans who fought in the vast city.

Part 2:
God alone is great. The power of the impious shall sensibly increase; but let them make haste! for behold the opinions of the Gauls come in collision, and there is great dissension in their councils. The King of the People, who at first was considered very weak, yet will go against many of the wicked. But he was not well established  lo! God casts him down. *

Howl, ye Sons of Brutus. Call upon you the wild beasts, which are ready to devour you. God alone is great! What booming of arms! There is not yet a full number of moons, and, behold, many warriors are coming.

It is finished. The mountain of God, desolated, has cried to God, the children of Juda have invoked God from a strange land, and, behold, God is no longer deaf.

What fire goes together with his arrows! Ten times six moons, and again six times ten moons have nourished his wrath. Woes to thee, populous city! Behold kings armed by the Lord! . . . . But fire hath already burned thee to the ground. Thy just ones, however, shall not perish; God has heard them; the place of wickedness is purged by fire; the ample river has carried to the sea its waters all red with blood.

France, France, that appeared dilacerated, is on the point of being reunited. God loves peace. Come, young Prince, leave the Island of Captivity. Join the lion to the white flower. Come. God wills what has been foreseen. The ancient blood of centuries will also put an end to long divisions. Then shall be seen in France one shepherd only.

The powerful man, assisted by God, will establish himself well. Many wise laws shall restore peace. This scion of Capet will be so prudent and wise that all men will believe God to be with him. Thanks to the Father of mercies, the Holy Sion sings again in the temples, One only God. Many poor wandering sheep shall come to drink of the living spring of truth and grace. Three princes and kings shall throw off the garb of error, and will see clearly the faith of God. At this time two thirds of a great nation of the sea shall reassume the true faith.

Part 3:
God is again praised during fourteen times ten moons, and six times thirteen moons. God is the only Master of Mercies, and for this He will, moreover, for the sake of his elect, prolong the peace during ten other times twelve moons.

God alone is great. Much good has been accomplished. The saints are about to suffer. The man of sin arrives. He is born from two bloods. The white flower becomes obscured during ten times six moons, and six times twenty moons, and it disappears, nevermore to be seen. In that time much evil will be done; little good. Many flourishing cities shall perish through fire. Israel, with good heart, comes to Christ-God. The accursed sects and the faithful believers shall form two distinct parties.

All is over. God alone shall be believed. A third part of the Gauls, and again a third part and half, shall have no more faith. The same shall be with other nations. And, behold, already six times three moons, and four times five moons, which are separated, and the age of the end is begun.

After a number of moons not full God fights through his two just ones, and the man of sin will get the upper hand. But all is finished.

The high God sets a wall of fire that obscures my understanding. I can see no more. May He be forever praised.
                                              As rendered by Gaudentius Rossi in 1875

To bring matters extra-Nostradamus up-to-date, there is a webmaster Giancarlo Rossi who writes about the French Naval Captain Roger Frontenac’s long attempt to establish Nostradamus as a set of codes (excepting VI 100 the LEGIS CANTIO which, as it happens, is not a quatrain). Frontenac approached this rigorously but with only one satisfying result, a whole verse appearing in Latin on the subject (by my loose translation) of interring Michel Nostradamus and the emphatic respect to the dead that is customarily shown:

FLAMEN FIDELE COEGI ID VULGO A KABBALO
OPPLEVI IN VIVA ACTA TAM LATENTER DENSA EX
HDMP FATA HAC CULTA SUNTOBGRATIAE FIDOS
NOSTRADAMUS FAS OBTURAVIT A SAXO.

The website  http://members.tripod.com/~red_turtle/Frontenac.html has quite a touching Latin-English translation and I’m not saying it’s wrong at all but here’s another from me based on fevered intuition and a giddy grasp; it’s really quite flam for such a final farewell but that’s how the verse comes over to me:

Line 1, L. ‘flamen’, “the offerings burner”, is a priest of the Roman Republic devoted to only one deity (out of several worshipped).

Line 3, L. ‘HDMP’ is, I think, the acronyms HD and MP back-to-back. HD is Hora Decubitus, the hour of lying down. MP is Monumentum Posuit, a monument set up OR Memoriam Posuit, the Will-and-Testament to be executed OR Male Positus, mal-positioned – which in each and every case could suggest death. In fact, Michel Nostredame was found dead sprawled across a bench at the foot of his bed according to his follower Chavigny. He was interred back up on his feet in the wall of a church, as he had willed.  

Line 4, L. ‘fas’ is the divine law (which is also the Saturnian time sequence of birth, life and death).      

My Translation:
Faithful priest of one god, confine I myself a common kabbalist.
Fill-in registers of the living to the extent that (surreptitiously synopsized out of
the funerial observances and respects) having spoken out on their side they be honoured for the sake of credibility.
Nostradamus, stuffed inside a stone wall by reason of divine law.

“The hour of lying down to rest, a monument set up and the Will-and-Testament to be executed” could just about sum up our proprietorial religious attitudes to dispersing the deceased in the wake of the inevitable. The reference to the priest of the one god who is a practicing pagan seems to be a slightly deceptive dig at the Church of Rome. 

                       (Return to  EXTRA-NOSTRADAMUS: PART I: ORVAL AND BRUGES)

                                                          Nigel Raymond Offord © 2012

 

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