about my walk from Salviano to the Valle.
I got lost and ended up here. A hidden place.
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Then i found the right way and some time later i stopped to eat at the restaurant in Limoncino.
And here in front of it is the Vallicelle street. It had a very attracting and peaceful aura, maybe one day i try that street out. I found out later that it leads to the Sambuca path.
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After some time climbing up the hill on the via della Valle Benedetta with a lot of mountain turns i finally saw the Valle Benedetta Village. Via della Valle Benedetta was created 1694 by the very rich merchant Huygens from Hamburg.
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As you can see, it is all aligned: a block of flats (the most strange of all), the church and the highest hill.
About at that time i reached the first cross, it looked much better than when Mjolnir went up there but nothing like the original from google maps that i posted
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When i was in front of that cross i got a bit dizzy. I looked around it and the beautiful sight from there. I felt like i would have liked to explore more that area but i was conscious i didn't know the place at all... Now that i have researched a bit i know why i liked that area... :innocent:
The Brotherhood of San Felice took good care of it. Some happy moments staring at it..Even the child is praying..She is a nursing madonna (Madonna del Latte).
The Nursing Madonna, <b>Virgo Lactans,</b> or Madonna Lactans, is an iconography of the Madonna and Child in which the Virgin Mary is shown breastfeeding the infant Jesus.
The depiction is mentioned by Pope Gregory the Great, and a mosaic depiction probably of the <b>12th century is on the facade of Santa Maria in Trastevere in Rome</b>, though few other examples survive from before the late Middle Ages. It continued to be found in <b>Orthodox icons (as Galaktotrophousa in Greek, Mlekopitatelnitsa in Russian</b>), especially in Russia.[1]
Usage of the depiction seems to have revived with the Cistercian Order in the 12th century, as part of the general upsurge in Marian theology and devotion. <b>Milk was seen as "processed blood", and the milk of the Virgin to some extent paralleled the role of the Blood of Christ.</b>[2]
In the Middle Ages, the middle and upper classes usually contracted breastfeeding out to wetnurses, and the depiction of the Nursing Madonna was linked with the <b>Madonna of Humility, a depiction that showed the Virgin in more ordinary clothes than the royal robes shown,</b> for instance, in images of the Coronation of the Virgin, and often seated on the ground. The appearance of a large number of such depictions in Tuscany in the early 14th century was something of a visual revolution for the theology of the time, compared to the Queen of Heaven depictions; they were also popular in Iberia.
Another type of depiction, also deprecated after Trent, showed Mary baring her breast in a traditional gesture of female supplication to Christ <b>when asking for mercy for sinners in Deesis or Last Judgement scenes. A good example is the fresco at S. Agostino in San Gimignano, by Benozzo Gozzoli, painted to celebrate the end of the plague.</b>[citation needed]
The nursing Virgin survived into the Baroque some depictions of the Holy Family, by El Greco for example,[4] and narrative scenes such as <b>the Rest on the Flight into Egypt, for example by Orazio Gentileschi (versions in Birmingham and Vienna)</b>.
So it has some aspects similar to the Madonna of Mercy (the Carità)..
A variant, known as the Lactation of St Bernard (Lactatio Bernardi in Latin, or simply Lactatio) is based on a miracle or vision concerning St Bernard of Clairvaux where the <b>Virgin sprinkled milk on his lips (in some versions he is awake, praying before an image of the Madonna, in others asleep)</b>.[5] <b>In art he usually kneels before a Madonna Lactans, and as Jesus takes a break from feeding, the Virgin squeezes her breast and he is hit with a squirt of milk, often shown travelling an impressive distance. The milk was variously said to have given him wisdom, shown that the Virgin was his mother (and that of mankind generally), or cured an eye infection. </b>In this form the Nursing Madonna survived into Baroque art, and sometimes the Rococo, as in the high altar at Kloster Aldersbach.[6]
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Bernard receiving milk from the breast of the Virgin Mary. The scene is a legend which allegedly took place at Speyer Cathedral in 1146.
Nursing Madonna - Wikipedia
Passing the first cross was like entering space, walking was like leaving traces behind me, traces/clouds of sand. Sand was like accumulating on myself with every step i made. It was the sand of my memories and of the position i placed my feet. Both were alive and interacting one another. Thought and intention from the heart, all had meaning as well, all could be seen with inner eyes like it became real, it got a form. All became concrete experience because you could see it in image form. Point is, i had my precious inscribed mantras with me and they transformed in a white bird made out of wind. I can't see like that anywhere. One prayes but never energy has a form unless we just imagine it. I realised that in the world out of the Valle it is all foggy and blinds my inner eyes. The fog is from hell, this materialistic world. The Cathars said this material world is hell. If one cannot see clearly IT IS. What we see is what we are. In the Valle instead it was like looking into a transparent envelop and inbetween was the mantra cloud that had a form and that form was that of a cygnus.
I think the problem or opportunity in the valle is that everything is more clear, you can see what you imagine or believe and that has a big effect, even smaller things. So the more you "move" for something the more imagery and energy you have the more you create "beings", parts of oneself in the valle. And you can also create monsters that hunt you. Everything comes alive. I don't want to imagine how it gets ugly in the night with the whole unconscious stuff... like for instance there is the example of stefania, she is always very scared of anything to the point she gets with her friends to go about and she does that with strong intent and energy and she ends up disappearing in a bad way. If you attack space space comes back at you. Everything is more "strong" at the valle. Like mjolnir said it is a power place.
It is like the captain reading a comic book and that becomes who he is.. i've come to the point of thinking that watching movies at the valle might have an impact on what/how one does stuff. It is like being in the underworld, you get to be what you see, as looking at a mirror. You feed on a comic book. So the captain gets combat scenes that merge also with the wild energy in the Valle that got like dust on himself and has similar frequency and imagery to the comic book main hero. A trasformation of images into matter and viseversa.
You are lighter you are more your mind at the frontal cortex and at your heart center. My conclusion is one needs to train how not to move instead of fear mania, hate mania etc... one needs to learn not to move and so to fly, to be, to love, to have faith, to embrace space instead of creating barriers..
Barriers created great delays in this story, Carla wished for the Nun to disappear while Don Primo wished for the Captain to do so. Who knows what led the Captain to disappear for soo long. Maybe both the fact that he was not part of the templars and the fact that he craved for revenge/blood. If he was not part of the templars he didn't have faith energy to overcome the bloodlust and learn not to move. Also being initiated to an order connects to particular guardians , in this case related to Jerusalem and the Sepulchre of Jesus. Sepulchre that is replicated in the same proportions in the church.
So, like my mantras, moving in the Valle with Templar Energy has similar effects. Energy takes form, becomes divine phantasm and accompanies you along the walk.. Now that i think about it, could it be that the crusade itself was a way of building up Templar Energy by following particular routes that touched coordinates on earth that called at stars? Dust is created by moving.. Maybe there is a path of Jerusalem. Anyway, we have for sure a St. Giacomo il Maggiore Path that was very well practiced and St. Jacob's streets all scattered through Europe..
I begin to think about the four hills that LD mentioned. Maybe one can initiate to the dust of this place by walking from one hill to another.. there is a practice in pilgrimages to leave rocks at the top of hills..
But remaining more concrete sacred objects play the biggest role in the Valle.
But let's go back to traveling..
The village gave me shiver (up and) down my spine, i thought that it was really made by magick, may it be the proportions of houses and how they are placed?? But not only houses, even the hill and the street coming to the Valle (made by Huygens btw.). Everything was emanating particular waves/sounds. It was life energy. Life magic created it all.
I went first to the church.
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The orange restaurant in the middle was called "il Rosso" and is not opened anymore while the one to the right is called "Camporeggi". Btw. the Camporeggi have a lot of tombs in the cemetery maybe as many as the Martelli?
Look at the yellow houses to the left. If you go left you find the cemetery. The yellow houses are in a straight line and build with the church and the Camporeggi restaurant a triangle.
About the church, there are houses just in front of it but they are all empty, all but one. When i got into the church i could see mantra clouds converting into ice form but i noticed it only later when coming back home. Again my guess it relates to the walking movement up to the hill of the church...the cemetery too is on a hill
The church is, if i can find a word, savage. The lines on the floor have wild energy that comes up the feet. I didn`t like that energy. When i finished with photos.. i felt my feet burning. Not pleasant. It remembers me a bit the Kundalini images. It rushes into you and, like with the kundalini one needs to be clean otherwise there are problems. But the pace of that energy was from another world.
But here something that might interest the Mantles that are making moves towards the church. While i was going about in the church, feeling that strange heat from the floor, there was a woman sitting without touching with her feet the floor (to avoid the lines?). She was scared and looked like she had Parkinson but she hadn`t.. She kept on asking me thousand times if i was an archeologist.. kind of stupid because i am not, i know nothing of archeology. So maybe there is really something hidden under the church that needs archeologists...
I just say one more thing. I stared for some time at a madonna and i want to share the picture with you.
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It is on the left side, the side of water or of the moon/night as i call it because of the color of some paintings. For instance, on that side there is the one of v.f. about the Romitone (that has an hill with three crosses, Golgotha?).. on that side you can also find the crypt of the sepulchre..
This Madonna resembled the one of a nightmare i had long ago. It doesn't make sense but it felt like it was the same Madonna. In that nightmare it had lead bars coming out of it and so i kept staring at it for a long time having that strange picture in my head. Only difference, in my nightmare it was made out of gray stone and was holding stone tablets. I must say it was not a comforting experience but what is comforting in life? The Madonna had like spikes coming out of it but if one does not fear those spikes do not move. It remembered me also the Virgin of Norimberga.
Well actually she is the
Annunziata - Wikipedia
Annunziata is the Italian word for (feminine) Annunciation. It is generally understood to refer to the Virgin Mary, <b>receiving the word of the Angel Gabriel that she is to bear the Christ child</b>; that is, the Virgin Mary after the Annunciation. It is a common theme for iconic reverence in Roman Catholicism (see Immaculate Conception.
According to Luke 1:26, the Annunciation occurred "<b>in the sixth month</b>" of Elizabeth's pregnancy with John the Baptist.[4] Many Christians observe this event with the Feast of the <b>Annunciation on 25 March,[2] an approximation of the northern vernal equinox nine full months before Christmas</b>, the ceremonial birthday of Jesus. The Annunciation is a key topic in Christian art in general, as well as in <b>Marian art</b> in the Catholic Church, particularly during the <b>Middle Ages</b> and Renaissance.
Annunciation - Wikipedia
From a Cathar perspective
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Invisible and uncorruptible, immaculate generation and birth, like a reflection of the invisible world where "vineyards will have shoots but no grapes". A reflection that cannot be imprisoned.
Source. Iconoclasm and Iconoclash: Struggle for Religious Identity
By Willem van Asselt, Paul van Geest, Daniela Müller, Theo Salemink
The Valle of Reflections. The Valle where one needs to learn to be invisible in order to pass trials.
Dedicated to that moment when space was still there.
www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-dev...soul/index.html
St John Of the Cross
On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!–
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!–
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my
heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me–
A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
Next time i finish the church and then comes the cemetery "when space disappeared and all freezed".
I can anticipate, i didn't like the Valle.
What i discovered later walking from Villa Corridi towards the Gabbro was much more tasty...having a flavour of that changed me a lot! But that another time.
