What if the Vatican had in its possession the dead bodies of Vampires? What if the Vatican had historical records of these killers in their “Secret” Library for Centuries? What if the Jesuit Order was formed to be the official Vatican liaisons to and protectors of the Vampire race? What does the Vatican know that we don’t?
EXCEPTING THAT WHICH IS REDISCOVERED.”
Michel de Nostradam, Anno Domini 1550
Nostradamus
In 1451, Pope Nicholas V established a library at the Vatican. Being a devoted bibliophile, he insisted that what would later become the Vatican Apostolic Library only archive the finest, rarest and most coveted manuscripts and collections of historical texts. Pope Nicholas V’s successor, Pope Sixtus IV, expanded the mission of the Library so that it would become an internationally-renowned institution for humanist scholarship. Blessed with endless patronage from the Borgias and European Royalty its endowment grew to incalculable proportions. With the arrival of pilgrims and teachers at the doors of the Vatican Apostolic Library, its reputation as a depository of original source manuscripts, Codices, Gospels, papyri and memoirs of the great “Philosophers” and “Classical Thinkers” became unrivaled. By 1992 the Vatican Apostolic Library had almost two million catalogued items, including the world’s greatest collection of “first printings” of books, or Incunabulum.
A large subterranean, climate controlled vault was added in 1995 for storage of exclusive Vatican treasures and items they consider “State Secrets”. Only the Pope and Cardinals may be admitted to the “Vault”. It is hand-hewn out of solid rock and monitored 24/7 with state-of-the-art “AI” computer security surveillance and cameras. The weight of any visitor – to the gram – is calculated by floor sensors at the moment they are admitted and compared with their weight at departure. Both numbers must match. Since bathroom breaks are not permitted, what internal juices and solids you bring in should be what you bring out. Retinal scans are also required.
The Vatican Apostalic Library is presided over by a Bibliothecarius – usually a Cardinal. A Bibliothecarius has been in charge of it since its inception. The library is accessible by invitation only – which invitation must be applied for. With references. Only scholars with established, bona-fide credentials and specific, particularized manifests citing exactly what tome, document and page they wish to view can apply. A limited percentage of such applicants are allowed access. If admitted, each scholar must wear a surgical gown, face mask and white, cotton gloves. They can stay for one hour – then reapply for more time. They must be fingerprinted and surrender their passport at the door. They must be – at all times – under the watchful eye of a Vatican Swiss Guard and recorded by digital cameras. In the event a bathroom break is needed, the scholar forfeits his time. These rules are never relaxed or altered for anyone – of the “Cloth” or otherwise. Even the sitting Pope must comply.
The Vatican Library is located inside the Vatican Palace. One gains access through the “Cortile del Belvedere” – the Belvedere Courtyard, a magnificent architectural triumph of the High Renaissance. The Villa Belvedere was constructed on high ground overlooking old Saint Peter’s Basilica and is an enormous enclosed space, comprised of formal piazzas, staircases, wings and terraces. Only Vatican Police vehicles can drive to the entrance of Belvedere Courtyard. The “Villa Bevedere” is at the end of Belvedere Street, which one accesses off the “Borgo Pio”. The Borgo Pio feeds into the Via di Porta Castello – and the exit. From there, once outside the Vatican Complex you can get a taxi and head down the Vittorio Road in Rome until you reach Via Del Corso. Walk down the Via Del Corso to the Piazza Venezia – and some of the world’s finest restaurants.
In a small dark restaurant named “Ai Scalari” off the Piazza Venezia a tall, well-built man sits at a large table nursing a glass of his second most favored beverage – red Campania wine. He is a “regolare” – a regular – known only as “Signore Lorcan” and usually sits where he is this late afternoon, at a table putting his back against a wall and his eyes overlooking the Via Del Corso access to Piazza Venezia. He has just finished his main course – Carpaccio di manzo Angus marinato. Marinated Angus beef. “Molto Raro” – very rare. Signore Lorcan’s dark raincoat and hair makes him look like he’s part of a raucus group of Catholic priests eating dinner at the table next to him, obviously celebrating something or another and swilling carafes of house red wine like Jesus is returning at any minute. Lorcan turns away and slouches down in his chair – but keeps an eagle eye on that front window.
The maitre’d approaches. High-end clientelle are his bailiwick. He speaks English out of respect for someone he perceives to be an English gentleman.
“Will Signore Lorcan require anything else tonight?” He doesn’t offer the desert menu…….Signore Lorcan never eats desert.
Lorcan gestures a polite “No” and just says ” Il conto, per favore”.
The maitre’d has the check at the ready and places it in front of his customer.
The person Lorcan is supposed to meet is late – but this is Rome. “Late” is a relative concept here. He might as well settle the tab while he’s waiting and drain his bottle of Campania roso. He lays down a heathy stack of Euros and savors the last of his wine. It’s a heavy red – the closest pleasure he has to human blood.
Finally, a black Mercedes sedan pulls up next to the curb. Lorcan can see who is in the back. Cardinal Marius Valletta, Bibliothecarius of the Vatican Apolstalic Library. A young priest gets out of the car and enters the restaurant. He looks around and walks confidently past the maitre’d – straight to the table where a dark, solitary man is sipping his wine. The young priest gently places an envelope on the table, turns and heads back to the Mercedes. No words are spoken.
Lorcan watches the Mercedes pull away. He drains his wine glass, picks up the envelope and briskly leaves “Ai Scalari”. He wanders the Via Del Corso aimlessly for a while, making sure he hasn’t been followed. He then hails a cab and gets in. His instructions are brief.
“Aeroporto Fiumicino – terminale privato, per favore”. Fiumicino Airport. Private Terminal.
Within the hour Lorcan Inglese – his mother was from an English Coven of Vampires – will be on board a Gulfstream Jet to Kennedy Airport in New York City. He’ll spend his time aloft studying the contents of the memory stick that was passed to him in “Ai Scalari” restaurant. His million Euro investment that Cardinal Valetta – a Jesuit – arranged for him to possess. The Bibliothecarius of the Vatican Apostalic Library is very cooperative when paid.
TRANSLATE’ CONFIDENZIALE
BIBLIOTHECA APOSTALICA VATICANA
ITALIA
10 Giuno, 1956
SCRIBA UFFICIALE:
/s/ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ
_____________________________________
*FOCA VATICANA*
(seal)
NICOLAS FLAMEL
51 rue de Montmorency
Paris
FRANCE
1399 Anno Domini
LIVRE DES FIGURES HIEROGLYPHIQUES
I Nicolas Flamel do hereby relate my life’s work and commend it solely to the custody of Abbe’ P. Arnauld, Montsignor of Auvergne-Rhone and Cleric of Montpeyroux village, to his holding and trust forevermore. I have studied the writings of the luminescent Egyptian Mage Abra-Melin and therein seen with mine own eyes the Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses, now spoken of in whispers as the Abramelin Grimoire. Deep in the deserts of Kemet, the “Black Land” of the Nile, did Abra-Melin learn his skills from ancient Priests of Set. This is the record of their divine mysteries mastered by the Hebrew Abraham himself at the Great Library of Alexandria in the years before the Conflagration ignited by Julius Caesar. These are secrets the Egyptian Deity Thoth inscribed on his green Lapis Lazuli tablets for all eternity in the epoch before the Great Flood. When the Great Ones – the Nephalim – visited from the sky and walked among men.
It was they who taught suitable adepts the secrets of coalescence and transfiguration of metals in order that they might protect themselves against Vampires, those whom the very Gods breathed life into in order the feed on mankind. So heavy were the hearts of the Great Old Ones that they repented of their plan and brought forth the Divine Demiurgos – The Light – in whom we now seek redemption and salvation. Jesus our Lord.
I make no excuses for my boundless greed and sinful avarice. I have done that which I have done. Gold is my curse. I live a damned existance, a life I have extended with magic and depraved incantations and potions. I have traded glorious death for daily agony satiate with benumbed sensations and meaningless, atavistic cravings……empty primal instincts to survive – to what end I know not. The bargain I made that is now my life is a cursed nightmare. My Hell is greeting each new day.
FOLIO XI – THE MARRIAGE OF THE THREE SILVERS
Pages XXVII-XXVIII:
Vampires are powerful, but not invincible. A special amalgam of silver elements will kill them. It has been done. In Prague, a Rabbi learned in the teachings of the Talmud and Kabbalah by the name of Yacob Moelush concocted a brew of the Three Silvers . It laid low a Vampire that was tricked into being stabbed by a spear with a hollow point. The spear ejected its alchemic contents inside the beast’s stomach and the Vampire screamed in pain for hours. It was later rescued by its own kind – but legend has it that the Vampire died that night. Rabbi Moelush was spirited out of Prague the next day, never to return.
How is this weapon to be recreated? The Sacrament of Alchemical Marriage.
The elements are to be rarified by heating them in the presence of burning vapors of Dutch White, Flowers of Antimony and Cuprite…..and when the smoke is thick and poisonous, blinding to the Alchemist Mage performing these sacred rituals, then and only then……………..are the three alchemical “Silvers” to be introduced and married, congealed into one essence.
They are: 1. Quicksilver; 2. The Soft Silver that burns in water; and, 3. Hard Silver. These three elements must be combined – at once and together, whilst bathed in the poisonous smoke and burning vapors – with the magic “agent” that coalesces them. This is the devine coalescing agent of Thoth, given by the Priests of Set to Moses and revealed to me in the writings of the Egyptian, Abra-Melin. This is the how marriage of the “Three Hedj” – in the language of Kemet, most eldritch Egypt – the Three Alchemical Silvers, is performed.
This alone will yield the weapon to kill Vampires. What of the celestial agent that makes the Marriage possible?
There will come a time when the mysterious Ouroboros in the Mountains of the Swiss, which is guarded by Shiva, The Destroyer, will yield the secret of the coalescing agent, that which the great one, Thoth, inscribed on his Lapis Lazuli tablets. I trust the coalescing agent formula to only one soul – a soul as black and cursed as my own…..a spawn of Satan.
This concoction of Married Silvers will also kill me. I henceforth work night and day towards that end. I crave the embrace of sweet death. I conclude this manuscipt with unremitting remorse and certain expectation of my eternal damnation. There is no forgiveness for me. I can bear my sins no longer.
I sign this manuscript with my own blood
this 13th day of April in the Year of Our Lord, 1399
/s/ NICOLAS FLAMEL
A limousine picks up Lorcan at private terminal IV in Kennedy Airport. Although he’s tired from the long flight his destinations are within reach – The Cloisters Museum in Washington Heights, Fort Tryon Park – and then “home” to the Bosworth Estate outside of Tarrytown on the Hudson River. The Estate is a Vampire “Safe House”, a secure Coven facility that Lorcan regularly uses to rest and replenish his strength. A staff dedicated to Vampire needs is available 24/7. It’s remote location and lush surroundings keep human pestering to a minimum. There’s also an endless supply of beautiful girls lured from night clubs in New York City and Brooklyn for “entertainment” and feeding.
The Cloisters is clear across New York City and it takes them the better part of an hour to get there. Big Apple traffic is awful – but at least it’s on the way to Lorcan’s final destination. The Limo pulls up in front of the enormous stone Cloisters edifice that was built in the image of a Normandy Castle one hundred years ago. The towering trees and walls of the place gives it a permanent and gloomy darkness. The medieval art, statutes, tapestries and frescoes give it a distinctly European University flavor. It’s not a place that attracts many children – hence it’s general ambiance of exclusivity and glorious quiet.
Lorcan tells the Limo driver to wait and walks through the main gate. A guard approaches him and is about to say something but Lorcan speaks first.
“I’m here to see Rheinhard”.
The Guard studies Lorcans’ rugby-player physique and brusque manner and decides to be accomodative. No one at The Cloisters even approaches “Rheinhard” – so this guy, whoever the Hell he is, must be somebody important. He steps back and calls Dispatch on his radio – and instantly stands down.
“Follow me, Sir”.
They weave through room after ponderous room of exquisite European paintings and tapestries, endless statutes of the high Medieval Art form – even casements of swords and weapons. Finally they reach an imposing Oak door with a sign on it.
“PRIVATE – RESTRICTED AREA”
The guard knocks gently. He knocks again. And again. More seconds pass. He starts looking nervously at Lorcan – when they hear a latch snap and the heavy door starts to open inward.
Standing in a dark room is a an old man in a leather apron. Thick, tinted spectacles cover his eyes. His gray hair is tousled and almost radiating outward from his head. His face is wrinkled – but pleasant. Dr. Pierre Andre Rheinhard. Late of the Jesuit Order.
“Yes?” He says – before locking his gaze on Lorcan. “That will be all…please don’t disturb us.”
The guard backs away and Lorcan enters to room. Rheinhard closes and locks the door behind them.
“Do you have it?” Rheinhard asks. Lorcan hands him the external computer flash drive. They both take seats in front of a large computer screen.
A few minutes later Rheinhard sits back, takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. The glare of the computer screen has caused them to water and itch.
“What are your questions?” Rheinhard asks. “I presume you want to know about the Ouroboros……or course you do”.
“First I want to know if the translation is accurate….” Lorcan says looking at the old man.
“It was done by the Master himself – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ. Before he was unceremoniously kicked out of the Jesuit Order……”
Rheinhard’s words drip with bitterness. deChardin was, obviously, a hero to him.
“Well then……the Ouroboros.
The Ouroboros is an alchemical symbol. I’ll show you one we have on display here later……it is an ancient depiction of a serpent – sometimes a dragon – eating its own tail. A perfect circle. It is a metaphor – that time is a closed loop….as it was in the beginning, it is now. That there is nothing new under the Sun – only that which we rediscover, to use the words of Nostradamus. It is also the eternal cycle of life, death and rebirth. The snake sloughing off its skin symbolizes transmigration of souls……yada. yada, yada.”
This mention of the Ouroboros – in this context, however – does not mean any of the above. It has a literal meaning.
I don’t know how Flamel could have known hundreds of years ago, but this is what it means here.”
Rheinhard Googles CERN – The European Organization for Nuclear Research. There’s a graphic of a huge circle on the border of Switzerland and France. Then another graphic of a circular cavern of wires, copper windings, huge blocks of electromagnets and computers.
“CERN is the largest particle physics laboratory in the world, a huge circular facility traversing the borders of France and Switzerland. It is an enormous underground donut of electrical magnets designed to accelerate particles of matter and crash them into each other, thereby releasing tremendous quantities of energy and reconfiguring matter at the sub-atomic level. The underground donut is called the Large Hadron Collider. The LHC is the world’s largest and highest-energy particle collider. It is all linked to one of the world’s largest computing facilities – supercomputers – to deconstruct and mathmatically analyze each high-energy collision. CERN has been the subject of much controversy lately.
Many scientists question the wisdom of pushing such a large particle accelerator to its limits. They preach that any given experimental particle annihilation sequence involving excessive power can trigger a Singularity – that is, create a Black Hole that will literally suck the Earth into itself, making it and everyone on it disappear. Mathmatically – it’s possible. One of those Einstein(ian) doomsday hypotheticals.
CERN’s greatest moment of triumph to date, however, is their discovery of the so-called God Particle – the smallest constituent thing, the tiniest reductive piece of matter out of which anything else can be created……Is this the beginnings of a “Universal Catalyst” for mankind, like the legendary “Salvation Catayst” Ninhursag developed Eons ago to formulate Gold and rescue Nibiru? Is this the “Philosopher’s Stone” that the Egyptian God Thoth engraved on his green Lapis Lazuli tablets? Alchemists have been searching for it throughout history. ”
Lorcan is impressed, but skeptical.
“What makes you think this is the Ouroboros that Flamel wrote about – there must be scores of other scientific facilities that are researching particle decomposition, fission and fusion. Why would you connect CERN to the so-called Three Silvers and Flamel?”
Rheinhard shakes his head emphatically and laughs out loud, mocking Lorcan’s naivete.
“Because CERN’s entrance in Switzerland has in front of it a huge, bronze statue of the multi-armed Hindu God Shiva. The God they call The Destroyer. Flamel prophesied it. How could he have known in 1399? Could he – like Nostradamus – see the future? Was he an oracle? This is what Flamel was describing…..there is no doubt. No doubt whatsoever”.
By the time he reaches the Bosworth Estate, Lorcan is exhausted – and annoyed.
So…..the feeble-brained humans have made a breakthrough. They might not have The Catalyst – Ninhursag’s Salvation Catalyst – but they’ve got a crude facsimile. Enough to “coalesce” Sulphur with the “Three Silvers”: “Quicksilver” – Mercury, “Soft Silver” – metallic Alkali Sodium and “Hard Silver” – the precious metal. All to create a bullet that employs modern day alchemy to unleash an Exothermic reaction of old-fashioned fire and brimstone inside a Vampire’s body. A weapon that spontaneously combusts Vampires from the inside out. Diabolical bastards……
But his real discovery is more ominous. One thing is becoming clearer as Lorcan investigates his Vampire past. Ninhursag didn’t “dumb down” her A-DAM creation as much as she said she did. And she didn’t gift Vampires with as big a brain as she claimed, either………
Then suddenly – in a flash of dark intuition – Lorcan understands. It’s all so simple. The game was rigged from the start.
Mommy lied…….
It is said Ninhursag never conceived on her own. She never carried a child in her womb. She never gave birth. She looked upon her test-tube creations as her own children. Like any mother, she’d have wanted them to be similarly blessed…….She loved them equally. So they each received identical genetic coding for evolutionary intellect. Grey Matter. And how did she make amends for humanity’s other disadvantages?
Ninhursag introduced her human children to Jesus, the Demiurgos…….the “Light Being” who gave humans the most powerful weapon of all.
Faith.
Copyright 2023, Jon Croft
Credit to Wikipedia for the Shiva graphic
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