Many people love to watch History Channel hogwash about Nostradamus and marvel at how he wrote the word Hister (capitalized and in lower-case). The ‘experts’ then tell the idiots, “Nostradamus just named Hitler!”
All get down on their knees and give praise for the ancient name for the Danube River was Nostradamus’ version of Hitler.
I have tried my best to explain how the quatrains where Hister-hister (3 total) are written do not match the history of World War II, where similar places of focus were named. I will not go into any further explanations now.
What I do want to say is there is a place where Nostradamus very well did name someone, who is alive today and in a position of authority. It is found in quatrain IX-16, which states in Old French:
De castel Franco sortira l’assemblee.
L’ambassadeur non plaisant fera scisme:
Ceux de Ribiere seront en la meslee,
Et au grand goulphre desnieront l’entree.
The website Crystalinks offers this as an English translation:
Out of Castelfranco will come the assembly,
The ambassador not agreeable will cause a schism:
Those of Riviera will be in the squabble,
And they will refuse entry to the great gulf.
Our old friend John Hogue (he of Coast-to-Coast with George Noory fame), translated this in 1993 as this (fair use, not intended to be sold for profit copying):
From Castille, Franco will bring out the assembly,
The ambassador will not agree and cause a schism:
The people of Rivera will be in the crowd,
And they will refuse entry into the Gulf.
Of course, neither of the translations are worth a stinky, simply because line one ends with a period mark. Yahweh sent His Son Jesus into the soul of Nostradamus, who said to Nostradamus as he wrote exactly what he was told, “Period mark. End that idea right there.”
Funny how non-saints think they can change one iota of Yahweh’s Word, isn’t it?
Then, Crystalinks combines castel and Franco, making it a reverse ‘engineered’ word, where Castlefranco capitalizes castel and diminishes a capitalized Franco. Hogue skips that by placing the ‘Word of Hogue’ into this quatrain, by adding a comma mark and capitalizing castel (possibly from messages sent to him by his Indian guru, in a dream?), creating “Castille, Franco”.
Here is where I will pause my critiques and get down to the skinny. It deals with the capitalized word Franco. That spelling only appears in this one quatrain. However, there are uses of Francois (twice in one quatrain), Francoise (in one other quatrain), and one presentation of Françoys (in yet another quatrain). This makes Franco be related to François, or as us English speaking people like to say, Francis.
In Latin, the word francus, is the root word for Francis; and, in the Singular, masculine and neuter, Ablative and Dative forms of usage, this becomes francō. As a word, it refers to the “Frankish people,” who probably were known to be “frank, honest, and sincere,” when that babbled at the Roman soldiers who came to visit them. When it becomes capitalized, this adds importance that goes beyond a simply name, as if Hitler were named “Frank.”
In 1540, or fifteen years before Yahweh led Nostradamus to write The Prophecies, a guy name Ignatius of Loyola was granted permission to establish an order of priests, known as the Jesuits. They would become the military arm of the Roman Catholic Church. They would take vows of poverty and commit to serve all popes of Rome, being missionaries that were like a group of Jesuses sent out into the world.
The odd thing is Jesuits were not always liked, even being forced to disband, before scrapping back together, with none of them ever aspiring to be, nor considered as eligible to be a pope. Even the Polish Communist who took the name John Paul II, when looking over the Jesuit order in Argentina, was appalled at their support of “liberation theology,” when he was considering making this guy named Bergoglio a Cardinal. Seems ole Jorge was against that theology; but he believes priests should smell like sheep, because they didn’t just watch over lambs, they got down and dirty with them.
In the history of all popes of Rome, there has only been one take the name Francis, or as the Romans would say (in ancient Latin speaking days), Francō … the one we have now. The French say François.
As of this writing, Francis the Mule pope (a World War II movie name, millennials will have to look that one up) is 87 years old and probably feeling older than that. This means, if he is not named in this quatrain (his papal name, not his real name), there will come another in this Francō line (Francis II). However, look at line three.
This is a clarification of line two (colon usage), where “Ceux de Ribiere seront en la meslee,” makes one get a grasp of what Riberie truly means. Crystalinks and Hogue have guessed wrong. Without going into the details (good Secret Squirrel detectives can follow my lead and figure it out), this is an important statement about a “Stream” or “Flow” (from Ribe > Rive > Riviére) that is “mingling” (meslee) Rather than being a “Flow” of water, it is a “Flow” of “Those to Sea coast angry” (as Ribe ire) Having a bunch of “Those from Seashore irked” is something related to what Francō will address “the assembly” about.
Now, close your eyes and imagine this:
- Boatloads of illegal immigrants and refugees “Streaming” onto the “Sea coast” of Italy.
- Pope Francis kissing the feet of poor Muslims and making them feel welcome in their new home.
- Europe can no longer put up with this threat to its sovereignty; but the pope has made a call for all the needy of the world to come to Europe (just not Vatican City … “Es demasiado pequeño,”* he says in his native Spanish.)
- A U.N. ambassador goes to tell the pope he cannot say shit like that.
- Too late. A whole lotta mad immigrants are already mingled with Western Europeans.
- It has become a deep hole Christians will have fallen into, a whirlpool sucking freedom and democracy down into the pits of hell, along with the stupidity of Socialism.
- Christianity will be led by a false pope, where Yahweh will deny their souls entrance into heaven (spiritual salvation).
Okay, wake up now. I think America’s Got Talent (or some other Hollywood idolatry programing) is on soon. Check your TikTok for messages from China. Maybe snort a bag of fentanyl and forget you ever read this. If you live through this coming war and surrender to save that life, just realize your conversion to Islam will be painful, filled with the withdrawal pains of a society designed to let down all guards, so the enemy can eliminate life as you know it now.
Don’t worry America. I don’t mean to scare the young’uns. Here is a bedtime lullaby. The musical prophet Frank Zappa wrote this song as words to comfort you, even though millions of illegal aliens are a “River” or “Flood” of “Those” coming to “mingle” with Americans.
This little ditty is called It Can’t Happen Here
* “It is too small.”
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