Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Nostradamus--Are His Predictions Coming True? Did His Daughter Leave a Terrible Legacy?

Michel de Nostredame, better known by his Latin name Nostradamus, was an apothecary and seer of the 16th century. Although studying to be a doctor, he was expelled for his practice as an apothecary, but was still called "Doctor" my many contemporaries.

His later works turned to the occult after he wrote a popular Almanac and then his well-known predictions written in 4- lined quatrains based on astrological equations. It is interesting he became such a famous "seer" considering his predictions were notoriously inaccurate, and he many times blurred the possible "correct" divination with an incorrect mathematical problem because of a missing birth date or day.

Many say that his past predictions have come true, and that 2012 will bring World War III and a World Religion. Some of his supposedly accurate past predictions are:

* The great fire of London in 1666
* World War II and the rise of Hitler
* September 11th
* The rise of Napoleon
* The death of the Kennedy brothers
* The creation and use of the atom bomb

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Nostradamus lost two children and his wife to the plague (even though he created a rose pill that was supposed to cure it), then married a widow and had six more children. Some say he fathered several illegitimate daughters, one that left a terrible legacy of evil and destruction in her wake.

Read here about Anna, from the soon to be released anthology, The Daughter of Nostradamus.

  The sun turned black but for the burning red smile of a demon.  Its ruby rays incinerated the unfortunate few who remained outdoors. 
The wind blew cold from the east and hot from the west, and its howls caused deafness in the young and insanity in the old.  The children slept too long in their beds, for to open their eyes now would mean the plague.
A dark haired woman screamed and threw back her head for she knew the child inside was killing her.  It clawed and scratched and she feared for the lives of her kin.  She was cursed with this, her thirteenth child.  Her blood was weak and her husband left many years ago when the crops would no longer grow. She did not know how this child was growing inside her.
She knew the birth would be her end.  The gods were angry and the earth was covered with loosed devils tonight.  The baby ruptured forth in a spray of blood, and its mother bled to death as the eclipse ended. 
The newborn spent its first night on earth in a pool of his dead mother’s still-warm blood, and slept peacefully there until morning, when he was found by Anna as she delivered her homemade bread. She picked up the bloody infant and ran home to her sister, screaming the signs from her dreams were all around, and the demons had left a son.  That night she cut her palm with a spirit knife, and poured her blood onto the fire and prayed for the black ghosts to take back their child.   
She bled for the first time that night, and in her dreams the wolves waited at the fringe of the forest, but they were not allowed in the clear.
Anna and her sister lived alone, for their mother was exiled from their village. Anna, with her piercing black eyes and raven hair was considered to be the daughter of the black-eyed magician who passed through town years before. Upsetting and intriguing the townspeople, he came before the drought and made disturbing predictions of the future while seeking herbs for his rogue medical practice. Her blonde haired, blue eyed mother and sister never argued the point.
The baby’s cries jarred her in the darkest part of the night, and she knew she would care not for this dark boy. Her wakefulness was burden enough, for her visions and nightmares often kept her sleepless for days. She knew he brought with him a stain, a faint grey mist that would settle and then spread.
When her sister Mina awoke in the morning and found the child gone, she would tell her his siblings came to find him in the night.
She listened to his cries for another moment then went to him.   
She lifted him from his bed and picked up her knife before walking into the forest. Although her sister believed Anna’s thoughts about the child were muddled for an infant can be nothing but innocent, she knew she needed to snuff the black spirits in the evil boy.
The woods were quiet as a tomb, and she knew the ghosts were watching and waiting for the dark task to be complete.  The animals burrowed deeper underground and the birds flew away as she entered.
It was kinder, she thought, to plunge the knife into his heart than to leave him alone and alive to be devoured slowly by the creatures that walk the dark.  She placed him under the sad arch of a willow tree, and looked at him one last time.  His eyes looked calmly back at her, and she pressed the knife into his heart, and once again in the other direction to form a cross so evil would have to avoid him and he would be taken by the angels.
He did not cry or whimper.  He closed his eyes and the wind began to blow. Anna looked up at the moon and knew her soul was lost.

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  1. I trust Nostradamus and his writings as much as I'd trust a beggar in south central L.A at midnight. Not to be cynical, but as a philosopher, I have studied him. My points are thus: if horoscopes were as true as they were popular, they wouldn't be read; and 2. even a broken clock is correct twice a day.

  2. Agree 100% Jeremy :) and I like the way you put it.
    I find it very interesting that it was known that he was haphazard in his predictions (although as I write this I wonder what makes a prediction valid) and many times left out "important" calculations concerning time of birth and date of birth.
    Glad you stopped by--hope to see you again.

  3. I'm sure you remember when I talked about Nostradamus at my blog. My favorite was the fact that they remade the Orson Wells documentary about Nostradamus in the late 80's I think to reflect the fact that some of the things that were supposed to happen when the documentary was first released didn't happen. So they changed them. Kind of 1984-ish, right? :)

    And whew, that is a very dark excerpt.

    Paul D. Dail

    1. I went back and found your Nostradamus post.
      It was the same day you showed a sonogram pic :)
      I can believe they changed them--it all has to be legit right. Yuk yuk.
      I know it's dark, and sometimes I wonder if my stuff doesn't go just a bit off the midnight deep end.
      BUT--that is how it will be because it's me.
      Don't change for anyone, right Paul

    2. Sheesh, you gotta go and point out it was the same day as the sonogram? I didn't even remember that. As if I'm not weirded out enough by having another child, now I got to contend with the fact that he may be a progeny of Nostradamus :)

      And yeah, don't change a bit. It's what makes you who you are (especially you :)

    3. :)
      Oh no a progeny!!
      More like a progeny of Mom and Dad Dail.

  4. I am so sad for that baby, Penelope. He didn't ask to be the child of darkness, and his calm eyes just closing peacefully was poignant and heartbreaking. Which is to say: well friggen' done, lady! Dark fiction can't flinch from the horrible truths. Looking deeply into the pain, the evil - that's how horror makes it possible for us to learn about ourselves, and how to live in a world full of terrible things.


    1. Like I wrote to Paul above I wonder if my stuff isn't a bit too dark sometimes to ever become truly mainstream--but I can't change it and I really don't want to.
      I do think it offends some people.
      In fact I think one of my aunts stopped emailing me since she read 100 Days.

  5. I want more, more, morrrreee! That poor baby, I NEED to read more LOL ...very well written D...

    1. Thanks miss!
      It is coming soon and I cannot wait :)
      100 Days with the pix is out THIS WEEK!!!


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