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Good morrow, Nostradamus, my Lord,
Mathematics are not my strongest suit (my armour is my strongest suit!) but this configuration of numbers that you cast in light the Princess’ life, deeply perturb me.
The Princess herself seems blithely unconcerned – but it is my duty, noble sir, to bear these fears for her, that they become mine own. But, my Lord, this world is large and I cannot un-sheath my sword and, in all directions at once, it wield. I pray thee, can you issue some further sign that I may better know against what or whom I should pit my fears and act in her defense?
look up the death of Ana Mendieta
draw your own conclusions
Noble Sir,
For this direction, my thanks.
Thus shall I counsel the Princess to stand no less than 5 paces from the edge of the parapets of the Palazzo Pitti, the Villa di Castello, the window-ledges of her University campus buildings and Gymnasium.
Upon Husband, brother and cousin of the former, shall I train a watchful eye…
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Uh, Mr Knight, Sir, Dude…
You can never really know what Mr. how-do-you-spell-cryptic is actually talking about (and he’s never any help with that either)…
But I think the Ana Mendieta “draw your own conclusions” thing was about, you know, Husbands more than Windows.
(I guess you could also blame Gravity for her death, but I don’t think “beware of gravity” is the most helpful warning.)
Also, you might not be too watchful with the cousin… some things are better left unwatched…
— AS
Fair Christa,
At some point in a future that I will not see, Johan Huizinga, in a scholarly contemplation of chivalry, will declare that a
“Knightly life is a life without historical dimensions”
I sense that I have come to the right place.
A Venetian sailor brings word of the seer’s projection to English shores. A lascivious drunkard, he spends an evening at a port-side inn regaling his audience with bawdy tales of a beautiful Princess Isabella, marked for death.
Forsooth, I shall forestall this death!
Ah, chivalry is not dead!
Fair Christa,
At some point in a future that I will not see, Johan Huizinga, in a scholarly contemplation of chivalry, will declare that a
“Knightly life is a life without historical dimensions”.
I sense that I have come to the right place.
During the carefree, almost banality of today’s Tweet Chat, something very weird happened. Did you notice that the French see’er Nostradamus showed up? Anyway, I served wine to him and to Mr. Donnie. Princess Isabella is just chatting with her friend Ysidora. And then Nostradamus just goes off with this cryptic prediction that sure sounds like he’s predicting when the princess will die!
And if he’s not weird enough, Princess Isabella barely even registers it. She just says I know, and then asks Nostradamus if he’s dating Tullia!? WTF!?
So weird!
Hello Aurelia. (I love your name, by the way — she of the dawn!). We have not met before, but it was nice to see you yesterday at the #1850charla.
I was wondering what that gentleman was talking about. I figured he had already had a stoop of wine and was trying to be poetic (all poets are seers, but not all seers are poets).
Although I know what will happen (Isabella will always die), I live suspending disbelief. That is one way I can continue to exist!
Isabella will always die?
No!
I refuse to accept that a reflection seen on the surface of water can seal the fate of a young and charismatic life. What we do matters!
And I refuse to believe that the sword can ever be mightier than the pen! Cowards who don’t like culture have used the sword to erase it. No matter how many stelae you scratch Hatshepsut’s name off of, as long as there remains one voice to speak the truth then she will always be Pharaoh.
In time history rejects the damnatio memoriae.
In time history rejects the strangling hands of the evil husband or misanthropic brother.
Isabella Forever!
Hello Ysidora,
How gracious you are!
It is my job to blend in and be invisible. However I certainly noticed you. You had such a wonderful presence. Your “1850charla” is somewhat like The Salon that The Princess hosts (have you been to it?)
It is no wonder that you became friends.
I think your insight on see’ers is wise. With enough wine even Aurelia becomes a great prophet!
Please let me know if I can be of any further assistance.
— AS
Welcome friends. The Queen of France, Catherine de’ Medici, has asked me to deliver a reading to her niece, Isabella, princess of Florence. Does anyone know where I can find her?
Hello! I read some poems at Isabella’s salon the other night and she asked me to share something here. I think To Ochino was her favorite. It is a poem to “religious reformer” Bernardo Ochino. He’s been preaching for the abolition of Carnivale! Isabella and I both believe this is such a wonderful event and we are shocked that he wants to take it away.
Bernardo, it should be enough for you,
With that sweet speech infused in you by Nature,
To light our hearts to high eternal works,
Here where the King of Rivers flows most clearly.
Since your own inner wishes are sincere,
And your own life reflects a pure intent,
You’re rather an inhabitant of heaven.
As to these masquerades, dances, and music,
Sanctioned by time and by the ancient customs –
Why do you now forbid them in your sermons?
Holiness it is not, but arrogance
To take away free will, the highest gift
Which God bestowed on us from the beginning.
A charla is a type of seance then? Communication with those now incorporeal? This is useful. I am concerned that the journals of my 1560 mission for Catherine de Medici, Queen of France, are once again lost. They surfaced so briefly. I do not believe they have been destroyed. Or that the parties in possession of them are even aware of their true meaning or power. Are you able to locate these documents?
Currently known fragments are here:
n.ostradam.us
Amazing; these journals would be a monumental contribution to the history of the world. I will ask @ysidora if she can hunt around the ether for them. She has a very perceptive ear.
Donnie Archer 01:11 on 31/03/2014 Permalink |
Geez Nostradamus…
Aurelia Scheppers 09:42 on 31/03/2014 Permalink |
Oh how my lady would love to see a certain someone receive this fortune cookie!