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Prophesies of Saint Malachi (page 1)

Flos Florum

De medietate Lunae

De Labore Solis

Gloria Olivae

Petrus Romanus

Flos Florum – Flower of Flowers

Pope Paul VI

Pontiff from 1963 to 1978

Giovanni Battista Montini

His coat of arms displays three fleurs de-lys (iris blossoms) known as the Flower of Flowers.

De medietate Lunae – Of the Half Moon

Pope John Paul I Albino Luciani

Pontiff for 33 days

Albino Luciani (White Light) was elected Pope on August 26, which was a Half Moon. Also his birth, ordination and other events occurred on nights of "halo moons."

De Labore Solis – Toil of the Sun, or Solar Eclipse.

Pope John Paul II

Pontiff from 1978 to 2005

His date of birth coincided with a total solar eclipse.

Gloria Olivae – The Glory of the Olive

Benedict XVI

Joseph Ratzinger

April 2005 – Chose his name in honor of St. Benedict. The olive branch are symbols of peace and prosperity of the order and were used by Noah after the flood… On the back of St. Benedict’s medal the word PAX that has been the motto of his order for centuries. The olive is the symbol of Peace, abundance, glory and purification.

"Peter II, the Roman, "The Last Pope" is the subject of this book

Jorge R. Araujo-Matiz

PETER II the Roman

THE LAST POPE?

Intellectual proerty number 387001 march 18, 2005-07-08

PETER II

-THE ROMAN-

¿THE LAST POPE?

Jorge R. Araujo-Matiz

PROPHESIES OF SAINT MALACHY

1139 DC

In persecutione extrema S.R.E. sedebit Petrus Romanus, qui pascet oues in multis tribulationibus: quibus transactis ciuitas septicollis diruetur, & Iudex tremêdus iudicabit populum suum. Finis.

In the final persecution of the Holy Roman Church there will reign Peter the Roman, who will feed his flock amid many tribulations, after which the seven-hilled city will be destroyed and the dreadful Judge will judge the people.

CHAPTER I

IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 1139

NEAR ROME

The wind and the rain lashed out with unusual fury against the rider and his horse as they galloped at full speed down the paved Apian Way.

Many centuries after the Empire that built it extended its arms throughout the entire known world of ancient times, the Apian’s perfect construction still made it useful for those who needed to get to Rome long after the Empire had disappeared.

The thunder and lightning were unrelenting. Black clouds obscured the firmament creating phantasmagoric scenes with the lights produced by the elements. With the reflection of the light that whipped the sky like giant lashes, the pines and other trees on the sides of the road caused strange shadows to emerge on the side of the rider like demons anxious to capture him who had ventured that early morn, through the domains of the nocturnal creatures.

Malachi had been riding for over an hour and his vestments were totally drenched as were his body and his thick red beard. The hood covering his head and part of his face was soaking wet. He put his hands inside his vestments from time to time to make sure that the leather pouch on his shoulder, under his robe, was safe. His thoughts wandered to the circumstances that had brought him to Rome and the mission now before him.

In spite of the rain and the wind, the rhythmic galloping of his horse resonated on the cobblestones of the Apian Way. His mind assessed over and over again the events that brought him to this morning, trying to reach the city of Rome without delay. He remembered his departure from English soil quite clearly.

CHAPTER II

Dover’s white grayish banks, those enormous masses rising over the waters of the canal, presented a beautiful view to Malachi and Christian who looked on from the deck of the small boat that had taken them in as passengers in exchange for some silver pieces, to cross the Channel on to France.

Several families and some children were on board. Some were French, but most were English. The elders celebrated the presence of the two priests as signs of good luck on the voyage.

They sailed with a soft breeze in a rather calm sea, but the fog was intensifying. This was not unusual at these latitudes. Here the daily drizzle contributed to the intense green of the whole English country. One half hour into the voyage and the fog diminished with the strength of the wind that waned as they sailed.

The waves swelled and the sound of them crashing against the wood of the ship was frightening the passengers, particularly the women and children.

Malachi had crossed the channel several times and had never found it to be calm from beginning to end. He was prepared for any sudden change in weather.

The passengers gathered outside trying in vain to see beyond the fog that surrounded the boat. It dissipated with the strength of the wind leaving behind a sky totally covered with dark gray clouds while the sailors secured the sails’ ropes and tested the knots.

Lightning lit up the skies. The violent waters splashed on the deck and the exodus began to the inside of the barge as the sailors beckoned the passengers to take cover in the ship’s hold while simultaneously reassuring them that there was nothing to fear. Malachi and Christian in their monks’ robes were the focal point of the passengers. Unaccustomed to sea voyages they sought God’s protection. – Any god – Malachi thought, as he suspected that none of them had ever seen a Christian altar, but rather a mixture of pagan rituals and catholic liturgy. In spite of it all, he and Christian did everything possible to comfort them, bringing moral support and reassurance to those who approach them, which was in itself a difficult task as it was almost impossible to walk the short distance between the tables and the benches firmly secured to the floor boards without zigzagging from one side of the ship to the other.

The waves lifted and dropped the ship with the force of the wind. The water gushed continuously under the door cascading freely down the simple wooden ladder. The racket of the wind and the waves and the crackling of the ship’s boards, together with the dry knocking sound of the sails, muffled to a certain extent the screams of the women and the worries of the men. The men made no sound, but the look in their eyes and facial expressions that had nothing to do with their supposed courageousness.

In a moment, after approximately one endless hour, the wind calmed down and the clean blue firmament began to show. White clouds lazily moved in an infinite sky as if the past had only been a nightmare unrelated to reality.

Slowly, the men and women took their places again on deck. They began to enjoy the gentle rocking of the ship counting the soft crests of the waves as the dark mass of the French coast extended at a distance.

There were no major incidents the rest of the voyage. The fear of death having vanished, the monks found only a few evidently faithful Catholics interested in their presence.

Finally, the coasts of Calais were only a few leagues away. The details of the wooden harbor were becoming visible. A number of small ships and several fishing nets in different stages of repair were aligned along the coast as were the remnants of fishing boats that had once been the livelihood of several families.

The usual beggars, most of them professionals, descended upon the place where the barge would be tied to beg for copper coins. Others would carry the luggage, and others, less willing to serve, would make coin pouches disappear with the adroitness of a magician. Christian and Malachi waited until the women and most of the men descended the gangplank mixing in with the crowd. Some went into rented coaches or into those of family or friends. Other simple carriages, more apt for taking animals to market, were used to earn a few badly needed coins. These took the less well to do and their luggage to their destinations.

Malachi and Christian stood out in the crowd. Their long brown vestments with their rope type belts around their waists. A hood to protect them from the elements, and the leather sandals, were like the religious uniforms. being immediately recognized as clerics, did not prevent them from being hounded by children in search of something to take home to ease their poverty and hunger.

The convent to which they were headed, as it was their first stop in French territory, was only one league away, so they had both decided to walk. They asked the port workers for directions. Once they had the directions they hung the leather pouches with their belongings from their strong shoulders, and started to walk down the road to the convent.

The two men had been walking for almost one hour on the trail made by the few carriages and animals that roamed on it. Undulating hills with estates separated from the road and from each other by carefully aligned stones that the villagers removed from the fields to plow and reap and at the same time establish their claims to the lots granted by the crown or by the nobles with feudal rights of land, or rented to the farmers as fiefs.

As they reached the top of one of the hills, before the magnificent view of the fields and few houses, they remained silent, catching their breath and admiring the French scenery. That’s when they saw her approach them from the opposite direction. A woman with two children with firm steps in spite of the incline on the road. Her long blond hair cascaded freely past her waist. A long blue grayish dress, which although lose, still revealed her shapely figure with a cord of the same material around her waist. Two children around 12 or 13 accompanied her. A boy with gray pants cut under his knees with a beige shirt and worn leather jacket. The long blond hair in him as well as in the girl, revealed the motherly genes. As they came closer the monks could see the details of their faces with their violet blue eyes, and the beauty of the three.

The trio walked happily hand in hand, singing a song whose lyrics powerfully called the attention of the monks who did not think it would be a common thing to find an apparent French peasant who would know the poems in old Gaelic.

Tania sam slan soer The summer comes with Health

Dia mbi cloen caill chiar and it reveres the dark wood

Fingid ag seng sneid Te slender deer jumps

Dia mbi reid ron rian Sealing the gentle roads

The two men awaited until the trio reached the top of the hill. As they came close to the monks, Malachy asked using the same language:

  • Good afternoon child, what are you doing here so far from your home?

I’m a Celt "Athair" (father) and the world is my home, and you Maelmhedhoc, you are also traveling far from your home –

It is true. I am far from home in a mission from God. ¿How do you know my name?

  • It was said that a high lord of the Irish Church would come around here and that his name would be Malachi, that is, Maelmhedhoc, it’s simple, she said with a wide smile showing her perfect teeth, followed by a melodic laugh.

-What is your name child? Asked Malachi with a smile amused by the conversation.

-My name is Galadriel, and my children are Alexander and Elizabeth

-Do you live around here Galadriel?

-I live where he who ordains everything, sends me – and taking out a heavy book hanging from her shoulders she said- I was asked to give this to the monk named Maelmhedhoc. It’s the life of Cothriche!

-Cothriche! You mean Saint Patrick.

-Is it not the same? It is the same name that you call him in the old language. You know who he is, and that is his name. If today they want to call him differently, that would not change who he is or who he was. Is it not the same?

  • I suppose it is, my dear child, but no one knew of my trip, how is it that you know?

  • You knew, and that was enough for him who sees everything to know it Athair – she continued – your God knew it.

-Yes! But how did you know?

You ask questions when the mystery of the future is revealed onto you. Do you think that you are the only one who has a right to communicate with the creator of all things?

Somewhat surprised by the young woman’s quick response, Malachi took the book and saw that it was an exquisite edition with magnificent drawings and illustrations.

-You should not give me this- he said astonished – it is of great value, and I cannot pay it.

¿Value?- Asked Galadriel- knowledge is to be given, not charged for, and you need this knowledge.

Astonished, Christian watched silently the scene developing before his eyes. He generally remained silent when he was with Malachi, but he could not help interrupting. Can you tell us who has given you this for the bishop of Ireland?

I can tell you this, future Abbot- last night I dreamt that at this time I should come on this road and I would find this pouch, and I should give it to Athair Maelmhaedohc and his companion, and that is all I know.

  • Your eminence – said Christian to Malachi – this can be the work of the devil!

Galadriel responded with a wide smile – if you do not trust in God’s protection, nor have faith in yourself, then, leave it where I found it. Surely you are not the one for whom this book is intended, and my children and I will wait here for him to whom it is sent.

You are going in the direction where it was. Leave it at the foot of the hill, next to the rocky mound that marks the division.

It is all – she continued – I will go on with my journey. Have a nice trip. Let’s go children. It is time.

Christian and Malachi saw as the three, with the same great joy with which they had climbed the hill, descended now towards the village. Malachi looked at the book with curiosity wandering what to do with it and asked Christian: "Do you really think that this could be the work of the devil? It is an ancient book about the life of Saint Patrick. How can de devil even touch a holy book?

We will take it to the convent and we will ask there. It might have been stolen.

As you say your eminence.

Malachi hanged the precious cargo from his strong shoulders and they continued their journey. When they passed the rocky mound that Galadriel had mentioned, they looked at it with curiosity. Nothing on it indicated a supernatural or diabolic nature. It was only a mark indicating the corner of a plot of land.

They soon saw a small valley surrounded by luxuriant trees, the incomprehensible delineation of a Cistercian convent.

A strong wall surrounded it, equipped with lookouts and other defense installations. The heavy massive doors opened as they arrived, and several monks approached the travelers. They identified themselves and expressed their wishes to see the Abbot. Although it was a small convent, the special characteristics of the Cistercian order were clearly apparent. Strong protective walls surrounded the buildings. The church is traditionally not elongated but rather almost square, as in all Cistercian convents. A current of water, channeled from a nearby river, met the needs for irrigation of farms and gardens as well as the personal hygiene needs of the convent dwellers.

After they were admitted, and having made their intentions known, a monk lead them to the Abbot’s office, who, recognizing Malachi by name, greeted him warmly and said: Your Eminence, it is an honor to have you in our humble home. Please be seated you, and your companion. Welcome! And please tell me how can I be of help and service.

We are on our way to Rome, Malachi answered. Dear Abbot Aclas, from here we plan to go to Clairvaux where we will visit my dear friend, Abbot Bernard.

-I am glad that you have stopped at our humble home to rest before starting your trip to Clairvaux – Anwered Abbot Aclas. – Please give my best regards to Abbot Bernard. In the mean time we will send him a message to advise him of your arrival.

  • Please don’t bother.

  • It is no bother at all, Your Eminence. Every week a messenger carries correspondence and news amongst our convents. Tomorrow, before sunrise, one of our monks will be leaving to Clairvaux. We will just add a note announcing your arrival.

In the mean time, I would like you to rest today and tomorrow, and we will have the carriage ready to carry you all the way to Rome at sunrise, day after tomorrow. "Abbot Aclas, I don’t know how to thank you for all you are doing for us" said Malachi.

  • Your Eminence, it is the least I can do. For us and for our Convent, it is a great honor to be able to offer you our assistance.

Your name is known throughout all of Christendom. Please allow me to show you to your guesthouse so you may freshen up and rest.

As they went out of the rectory on to the grand patio with Abbot Aclas, he showed them the church’s building, immediately to the right, the Abbot’s house, very near, the guest house, on the other side of the patio, the stables, generally to accommodate horses and carriages of their guests and their servants. The Church was on the main spot surrounded by the main building where the Monks lived. Further up, the vegetable garden, the fruit plants, and a fish tank, indispensable in every monastic building.

-My dear abbot Aclas, said Malachi, as the Abbot lead them to the residence where they would spend the night- a curious incident happened as we were on our way to your convent. We ran into this woman about 30 years old, very beautiful, with long blond hair and two children. She knew our names, and apparently the reason why we were here. Removing the book from the leather sac on his shoulder, he showed it to the Abbot, who took it showing great curiosity.

  • This book is much too valuable to be in the hands of a peasant – Abbot Aclas commented. – This makes no sense. And Your Eminence says she lives in our village?

  • I don’t know, Malachi answered. – Besides, she spoke perfectly the ancient Irish language. She said her name was Galadriel, and he went on to describe the woman and the children.

-Hummmm.- Aclas answered. I will ask the other Monks, but I can assure you that no one with that description lives around here.

  • And the book? Could it have been stolen from your library? Asked Malachi.

Abbot Aclas looked at the book again with great curiosity and returned it saying: ‘this book does not belong to the Convent."

  • It is a mystery that Your Eminence will have to solve. The Lord works in mysterious ways for the mind of man.

-Yes Abbot Aclas, He does, but all is revealed at the right time.

  • Exactly, Your Eminence...That’s how it is!

CAPITULO III

CLAIRVAUX

After resting at the Convent in Calais, Abbot Aclas offered them a carriage and a driver for the trip to Rome. It was a heavy and spacious coach, comfortable for two people. It was generally used for four to six passengers. Six horses pulled it effortlessly.

The monks enjoyed the magnificent French landscape. Undulating green hills planted with wheat and other vegetables. The cattle grazed in the valleys and hills on both sides of the well-kept road. From time to time, extensive grape vines disappeared upon the hills. Surely the wine produced in all of them engorged the giant barrels of the nobles and landholders in their castles.

There was not much change in the landscape for three days. Small valleys and towns with a few majestic houses on top of the hills, some castles with their high towers and strong walls, some with their own drawbridges for defense.

The driver shouted announcing they were about to arrive. Malachi searched the nearby hills for any indications of where the convent would be located, but could not find it. The unmistakable walls and structures of a Cistercian Convent were visible from the top of a hill with a descending road leading to a magnificent and wooded valley.

As the carriage drew near, the monks opened the solid wood gates with wrought iron garrisons that guide them into the large patio surrounding the austere but grand two-story building with great many windows. Bernard, the present Abbot, had founded the convent in 1115.

The white walls were built with carefully cut stones from local quarries. The austerity of the convent with its walls surrounding a number of buildings which followed the only plan, as all the holy buildings of the Cistercian order, accommodating the different areas of work and devotion. The strong wall surrounding them had intervals of watch towers with other defense structures for protection. A fresh water stream, channeled in from a nearby river, provided for all the sanitation needs as well as for gardening and orchards. There were the stables, the granaries, workshops, foundry, and other buildings necessary for the community. Clearly no regard had been given to symmetry. It was all based on convenient access.

Several monks approached the main door to greet the visitors. The messenger from Calais had advised them of their arrival. Among them was Raoul known in the order as Brother Raoul. After complying with the formalities, he asked them to follow him to the rectory to Abbot Bernard’s office. He led them down a short corridor to the imposing massive double door reinforced with iron plates. Brother Raoul knocked and entered announcing: – "Abbot, the travelers whom you awaited have arrived."

-"Show them immediately"_

-"Please come in" -Raoul said to the two men in clerical vestments who were behind him in the corridor.

They obeyed the orders immediately. Malachi, a tall robust man with a dense red beard and long hair, approached Abbot Bernard, his friend of many years, with firm steps.

A strong brotherly embrace united the two priests for a few moments and they exchanged greetings and small mementoes that made them both laugh.

Leaving aside for a moment their personal conversation:

-"Bernard, my dear brother, let me introduce you to Brother Christian with whom I have made this journey"-, with these words Malachi introduced a young monk, also robust and with a dense red beard, almost as tall as he.

-"It is a great honor, Abbot Bernard, to finally meet you personally." "Your name and faith in Jesus Christ are legendary already in all of Christendom" -

"Thank you Brother, I do not deserve your words, but thank you again – said Bernard taking the monk’s hands in his own.

"Undoubtedly you will both want to do your libations, say your prayers and rest from your trip from green Erin" Bernard went on smiling – "Brother Raoul" – he continued – show Brother Christian his accommodations. They are not fancy, but they are the best that our faith allows us to offer our guests."

-"We are sure that they will be more than enough, Abbot Bernard," said Christian, the young Monk and Malachi’s traveling companion. Malachi was about to follow the monks when he felt Bernard’s hand on his arm – "Not you! My brother, we have so much to talk about, and I can’t imagine that your rest could not wait until you tell me all that has happened since the last time that we saw each other. The last time I saw you was when you assumed the position of Bishop of Armagh and that was two years after you were named for it." he said smiling. - "An I’ll tell you, I found great changes in the Dioceses which happened after my previous visits. In the early times the Christian rites were mixed with the rituals of barbaric pagan religions. I saw none of that in my later visit after you were at the helm of the dioceses." Malachi answered with another big smile – "It is true my dear brother. It took three years of hard work to restore the ecclesiastic discipline in the See. But finally we can be satisfied with our work."

I know that the Vatican is satisfied with your work – said Bernard. "You have eradicated paganism and reestablished Christian morals".

"Yes Bernard, as you might well know, we have divided the sees and we have created a priory in Canons of Austin in Downpatriok. We are in the middle of great Episcopal work that is having great results. I dream that Ireland will soon be a great Christian country."

-"I think you are doing a magnificent job, but knowing you I am sure that thousands of ideas are going through your mind. Tell me about them my dear friend" asked Bernard.

-Malachi smiled quietly for a moment – You know that I usually have visions that I sincerely believe are manifestations of the Lord. In them He tells me His wishes and He has revealed to me the need to create a Great Monastery. A great Abbey in Mellifont" He paused briefly to see Bernard’s reaction, but the latter remained inscrutable and waited for him to continue. "My trip to Rome from our see in the dioceses of Armagh and Cashel to inform Inocent II about the progress, and receive, as promised, two Pallums for the Dioceses, has been my great opportunity to come to your convent and ask you for an enormous favor to help me in my mission." "Malachi! Bernard exclaimed – "Name it! You know that if it is at all within my hands, it will be granted! I know that God is with you and with all of those who assist you in doing His will." He rose from his chair and approached Malachi putting his hands on his shoulders in a gesture of friendship and filial affection…

"Our project in the Abbey, my dear brother, requires the iron will of five monks dedicated to the work of the Lord. Christian, my companion, whom we have designated as the first Abbot, is an Irish monk and meets those characteristics. The assistance of others like him would be needed" Looking straight at Bernard, and again, with a smile, he said – "That is why, my brother, we need your help to find those men."

-"Ha ha ha ha"-, Bernard laughed thunderously with genuine happiness. "Malachi you have always been an old fox. Your Irish spirit always comes through in all you do" as he continued laughing, he said" –Count on them my brother. There are five monks in my order in the convent right now who are anxious to prove to the world their zeal and passion and willingness to sacrifice in the name of the Lord. One of them is Brother Raoul, who has been awaiting the opportunity to extend his wings to serve the Lord. He is extraordinarily well prepared. He knows your language. In his childhood he survived great tribulations in that land where he became an orphan. He escaped from several detention centers until he finally arrived on the coast of France from where he came to our convent twenty years ago. He was 19 when he came to us. He did not know how to read nor write. Today he is a magnificent scribe, a poet and a historian. My dear friend, I cannot recommend to you someone with a purer heart than Brother Raoul.

-Thank you my good friend. I could not ask for a better recommendation. I am sure that he will be of great value to the Convent and to the community. Christian will remain in Clairvaux until I return getting to know the brothers that will help him in Mellifont. I wanted him to see the facilities in order to have ideas from the convents or your order that depart from the typical Benedictine Monasteries. For instance, when we arrived I noticed that the refectory is built East to West, as it is in Canterbury, and it is parallel to the church’s Nave. Here you have it from North to South and further away from the Church."

Yes! Bernard answered. We do it this way so that the noise and the smell of the food do not reach the holy edifice" That’s what I thought. It is a good idea, and if is alright with you, we will copy it in Mellifont.

"My dear friend" Bernard answered, I hope Christian can take notes of all that can be useful to your Monastery and help with your evangelizing. "On the other hand, I see you had it all prepared" commented Bernard smiling-

-"Why do you think they call me "The Prophet" – and both laughed thunderously.

" Some day I will write about you," said Bernard.

-"If you do I will have a place reserved in history next to your treatise "DE LAUDIBUS NOVAE MILITIAE"- answered Malachi.

-"Have you read it? Bernard asked lifting his eyes and looking surprised at Malachi.

-"How could I not? I am sure that it will shortly become a required reading for the French nobility" – he continued – "the general lines were pronounced by you at the Consilium Des Troyes,"-and, he added – My dear friend I have also read your letter to Cardinal Hameric, he continued, with a smirk.

-"My wise brother" – Bernard answered " I did not think that my response to the admonition had been made public," Bernard asked.

-"Oh no! It has not been made public" and he continued with the same smile – "But you know that you have the means of finding out what is going on in our small world even without the gift of prophesy." – and both laughed again.

-"You know" – Bernard continued- " For the longest time the members of my order and I have been wanting to ask you if you would consider joining us." "The Cistercian order has always been in my heart" – he anwered, "but I don’t think that the Pope would approve my change at this time." "I know, but I still had to ask. Well my brother" – he continued – in spite of your good disposition I see that you are tired. Come, I will show you to your room. Although I would like to have you a few more days with us, I know that you have more urgent businesses to tend to. Tomorrow at dawn, a fresh group of horses will be hooked to your carriage and you will be in Rome in a few days." I will be with you to say good bye, but before that, I will see you this evening to share our meal."


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