Archive for March 2013

Alchemist Gift and Alchemy 03-05-13 Witches to Saints

Alchemist Gift – Witches to Saints

Saint Bianca Alchemist Gift

Saint Bianca Alchemist Gift

Alchemist Gift continued: Father Silva was caught up in a swirl of excited parishioners pushing their way across the square to the Provost office. A bobbing crowd, some in prayer and others wiggling forward and insistent on being the first to see the miracle, already blocked the portico that lead into the court yard of the civic buildings. He heard the word “miracle” enter the different conversations several times.

Father Silva broke free; out of the corner of his eye he saw Monsignor Petri , Sergeant Gagliardi, Vito and Vincenzo Rizzo along with a half a dozen youngsters all standing in a circle looking down. Silva walked briskly toward the men. He felt it proper to have the monsignor with him when he witnessed the miracle.

Petri looked up at Father Silva. “Look Eduardo, there lies the voice of the church,” one of the boys tried to move the bell with his foot. “It seems lightning does strike the same place twice.” he had a twinkle in his eye.

“Our bell, this is awful.” Silva, with a knitted brow, knelt down and placed his hand on the bell; it was still warm. Irritated, he pushed the boy’s foot away from the bell, and then sternly added: “You children go back to your families, now.” Father Eduardo shooed them away with both arms.  The children reluctantly obeyed at first. The oldest, a lad of eleven, clapped his hands and took the lead. The boys laughed and shouted as they held out their arms like wings and zigzagged across the square, running through every puddle they could on their return to their families. Read more

Alchemist Gift and Alchemy 03-02-13 It’s a Miracle.

Alchemist Gift – Renaissance. It’s a Miracle.

wwitch burning Alchemist Gift

witch burning Alchemist Gift

Alchemist Gift continued: The five reprieved witches soberly waited as Marta along with her daughter returned to the Provost’s Office. The room was warm and lit by many candles. Marta carried some simple dresses, clothing donated for the poor, that would be warm and comfortable.  Rosina had heavy woolen socks and opened back slippers for everyone and an arm load of towels and small blankets.

Upon seeing her charges Marta was struck by the irony; they stood quiet and sullen in a semi-circle around the raging hearth. Marta felt ambivalent toward the entire situation. She knew these people. She did business with some of them. She saw them in church and at the market place. As far as she could tell they were faithful wives, good mothers and honest traders.  But they confessed to being witches earlier that day and the Word of the Church is true and sacred and to be obeyed. Marta had to consider her own immortal soul.  For now, they were her concern and she would treat them kindly with warmth and charity. Read more

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