She kept that raiment always, and wore it several times upon occasions of state, and it is preserved to this day in the Treasury of Orleans, with two of her swords, and her banner, and other things now sacred because they had belonged to her.
At the appointed time the Count of Vendome, a great lord of the court, came richly clothed, with his train of servants and assistants, to conduct Joan to the King, and the two knights and I went with her, being entitled to this privilege by reason of our
official positions near her person.
When we entered the great audience-hall, there it all was just as I have already painted it. Here were ranks of guards in shining armor and with polished halberds; two sides of the hall were like flower-gardens for variety of color and the magnificence
of the costumes; light streamed upon these masses of color from two hundred and fifty flambeaux. There was a wide free space down the middle of the hall, and at the end of it was a throne royally canopied, and upon it sat a crowned and sceptered figure nobly
clothed and blazing with jewels.
It is true that Joan had been hindered and put off a good while, but now that she was admitted to an audience at last, she was received with honors granted to only the greatest personages. At the entrance door stood four heralds in a row, in splendid tabards,
with long slender silver trumpets at their mouths, with square silken banners depending from them embroidered with the arms of France. As Joan and the Count passed by, these trumpets gave forth in unison one long rich note, and as we moved down the hall under
the pictured and gilded vaulting, this was repeated at every fifty feet of our progress—six times in all. It made our good knights proud and happy, and they held themselves erect, and stiffened their stride, and looked fine and soldierly. They were not expecting
this beautiful and honorable tribute to our little country-maid.
Joan walked two yards behind the Count, we three walked two yards behind Joan. Our solemn march ended when we were as yet some eight or ten steps from the throne. The Count made a deep obeisance, pronounced Joan’s name, then bowed again and moved to his
place among a group of officials near the throne. I was devouring the crowned personage with all my eyes, and my heart almost stood still with awe.
The eyes of all others were fixed upon Joan in a gaze of wonder which was half worship, and which seemed to say, “How sweet—how lovely—how divine!” All lips were parted and motionless, which was a sure sign that those people, who seldom forget themselves,
had forgotten themselves now, and were not conscious of anything but the one object they were gazing upon. They had the look of people who are under the enchantment of a vision.
Then they presently began to come to life again, rousing themselves out of the spell and shaking it off as one drives away little by little a clinging drowsiness or intoxication. Now they fixed their attention upon Joan with a strong new interest of another
sort; they were full of curiosity to see what she would do—they having a secret and particular reason for this curiosity. So they watched. This is what they saw:
She made no obeisance, nor even any slight inclination of her head, but stood looking toward the throne in silence. That was all there was to see at present.
I glanced up at De Metz, and was shocked at the paleness of his face. I whispered and said:
“What is it, man, what is it?”
His answering whisper was so weak I could hardly catch it:
“They have taken advantage of the hint in her letter to play a trick upon her! She will err, and they will laugh at her. That is not the King that sits there.”
Then I glanced at Joan. She was still gazing steadfastly toward the throne, and I had the curious fancy that even her shoulders and the back of her head expressed bewilderment. Now she turned her head slowly, and her eye wandered along the lines of standing
courtiers till it fell upon a young man who was very quietly dressed; then her face lighted joyously, and she ran and threw herself at his feet, and clasped his knees, exclaiming in that soft melodious voice which was her birthright and was now charged with
deep and tender feeling:
“God of his grace give you long life, O dear and gentle Dauphin!”
In his astonishment and exultation De Metz cried out:
“By the shadow of God, it is an amazing thing!” Then he mashed all the bones of my hand in his grateful grip, and added, with a proud shake of his mane, “Now, what have these painted infidels to say!”
Meantime the young person in the plain clothes was saying to Joan:
“Ah, you mistake, my child, I am not the King. There he is,” and he pointed to the throne.
The knight’s face clouded, and he muttered in grief and indignation:
“Ah, it is a shame to use her so. But for this lie she had gone through safe. I will go and proclaim to all the house what—”
“Stay where you are!” whispered I and the Sieur Bertrand in a breath, and made him stop in his place.
Joan did not stir from her knees, but still lifted her happy face toward the King, and said:
“No, gracious liege, you are he, and none other.”
De Metz’s troubles vanished away, and he said:
“Verily, she was not guessing, she knew. Now, how could she know? It is a miracle. I am content, and will meddle no more, for I perceive that she is equal to her occasions, having that in her head that cannot profitably be helped by the vacancy that is
in mine.”
This interruption of his lost me a remark or two of the other talk; however, I caught the King’s next question:
“But tell me who you are, and what would you?”
“I am called Joan the Maid, and am sent to say that the King of Heaven wills that you be crowned and consecrated in your good city of Rheims, and be thereafter Lieutenant of the Lord of Heaven, who is King of France. And He willeth also that you set me
at my appointed work and give me men-at-arms.” After a slight pause she added, her eye lighting at the sound of her words, “For then will I raise the siege of Orleans and break the English power!”
The young monarch’s amused face sobered a little when this martial speech fell upon that sick air like a breath blown from embattled camps and fields of war, and this trifling smile presently faded wholly away and disappeared. He was grave now, and thoughtful.
After a little he waved his hand lightly, and all the people fell away and left those two by themselves in a vacant space. The knights and I moved to the opposite side of the hall and stood there. We saw Joan rise at a sign, then she and the King talked privately
together.
All that host had been consumed with curiosity to see what Joan would do. Well, they had seen, and now they were full of astonishment to see that she had really performed that strange miracle according to the promise in her letter; and they were fully
as much astonished to find that she was not overcome by the pomps and splendors about her, but was even more tranquil and at her ease in holding speech with a monarch than ever they themselves had been, with all their practice and experience.
From "Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc", by Mark Twain, 1896
It's August 2020, and great positive changes are underway at every level of our reality. They began in earnest in 2012, and have been increasing in speed and magnitude. I've been writing articles on the subject since 2013.
One of those changes is marine life growing to sizes never seen previously.
These changes are being driven by the collective influence of untold thousands of inexpensive Orgonite devices based on Wilhelm Reich's work.
Since Don Croft first fabricated tactical Orgonite in 2000, its widespread, ongoing and ever-increasing distribution has been collectively unknitting and transforming the ancient Death energy matrix built and expanded by our dark masters, well, all the
way back to Babylon and before. And, as a result, the Ether is returning to its natural state of health and vitality.
Since that statement directly refutes our State Religion, which holds that "Poor Mother Gaia is Dying, Crushed by the Virus-Like Burden of Mankind", I've appended numerous recent news accounts below to support it.
The words "mystery", "baffled" and "puzzled" are memes, used, among numerous similar variants, whenever anyone in the wholly-controlled-and-coopted Political, Academic, Scientific and Media establishments wants to lie about, well, basically anything. One of
those variants is "incredible".
That's why an International Fishing News blog post from September 13, 2014 reads: "Rooke’s
'incredible' catch will exceed the current record 'by nearly 15 kg' (30 lb)!"
"Exhausted and fatigued from the chemotherapy treatment she’s currently undergoing, Kiwi angler Jane Amber Rooke was just looking forward to a relaxing day on the water when she boarded the Kahlua on July 27th, and headed offshore with Capt. Stuart Sheard in
search of kingfish. Instead, she ended up in an hour long battle with the potential new women’s 8 kg southern yellowtail (Seriola lalandi) – an experience she’ll remember for the rest of her life, according Rooke’s testimony. The 39.40 kg (86 lb 13 oz) yellowtail
was hooked off New Zealand’s Cavalli Islands, after it crushed the live blue koheru she was trolling. If approved, Rooke’s 'incredible' catch will exceed the current record 'by nearly 15 kg' (30 lb)!"
Where the author used the general "by nearly 15 kg" to obscure the margin between the records. If we use 14 kg for "nearly 15 kg", and do the math, we learn that the new 8 kg line world record southern yellowtail, from 2020, is
40% larger than the previous record holder.
Such records are usually broken by tiny margins, as organisms grow in progressively smaller increments as they approach their maximum possible size.
There's obviously been some great positive change in the environment of the southern yellowtail in the waters off New Zealand. That change is energetic, Etheric.
They're desperate to keep you from realizing that the size, fertility and longevity of any organism varies directly with the health of its Etheric
environment.
An IGFA article from January 11, 2018 reads:
Lazo’s Yellowfin Tuna
Mexican angler Jorge Lazo potentially set the new men’s 24 kg (50 lb) line class world record for yellowfin tuna (Thunnus albacares) with this massive 192.59 kg (424 lb 9 oz) fish the he caught on January 8th while fishing out of Loreto, Mexico. Lazo and crew
were anchored and chunking with squid when the huge tuna hit, taking Lazo nearly two hours to land on the stand-up gear he was using. If approved, the catch will be the second heaviest yellowfin ever recorded by the IGFA, and would 'easily replace'
the existing record of 175 kg (385 lb 12 oz).
Where the author used the general "easily replace" to obscure the far more implactful percentage increase between the records. So, I had to do the math. The new 50 lb line class yellowfin tuna, from 2017, is
10% larger than the previous record holder. We don't know when that record was set, because the author took careful care to omit any further information on the previous record.
Such records are usually broken by tiny margins, as organisms grow in progressively smaller increments as they approach their maximum possible size.
There's obviously been some great positive change in the environment of the yellowfin tuna in the waters off Mexico. That change is energetic, Etheric.
They're desperate to keep you from realizing that the size, fertility and longevity of any organism varies directly with the health of its Etheric
environment.
The article continues:
"Nascimento’s Vazzoleri Peacock
Brazilian angler Mariozan Gomes Do Nascimento possibly set the new All-Tackle world record for vazzoleri peacock (Cichla vazzoleri) with this beautiful 7.71 kg (17 lb) fish that he caught and released on September 26th while fishing the Rio Paratucu in Brazil.
The potential record peacock hit a topwater plug that Nascimento was casting, and put up a tough five minute fight. If approved, the catch 'will replace' the existing world record of 5.9 kg (13 lb)."
The author tersely notes only that the new record "will replace" the old, to obscure the far more impactful percentage increase between the records. So, I had to do the math. The new all-tackle world record vazzoleri peacock, from 2017, is
31% larger than the previous record. We don't know when that record was set, because the author took careful care to omit any further information on the previous record.
Such records are usually broken by tiny margins, as organisms grow in progressively smaller increments as they approach their maximum possible size.
There's obviously been some great positive change in the environment of the vazzoleri peacock in Brazil. That change is energetic, Etheric.
They're desperate to keep you from realizing that the size, fertility and longevity of any organism varies directly with the health of its Etheric
environment.
The article continues:
"Mata’s Broomtail Grouper
"Ecuadorian angler Fernando X. Mata – age 10 – potentially set the new men’s 6 kg (12 lb) line class world record for broomtail grouper (Mycteroperca
xenarcha) with this quality 11.68 kg (25 lb 12 oz) fish that he caught while trolling a diving Mirrorlure plug off Salinas, Ecuador on December 26th. If approved, the catch 'will replace' the current record of 7.26 kg (16 lb)."
The author tersely notes only that the new record "will replace" the old, to obscure the far more impactful percentage increase between the
records. So, I had to do the math. The new 6 kg line world record broomtail grouper, from 2017, is
61% larger than the previous record. We don't know when that record was set, because the author took careful care to omit any further information on the previous record.
Such records are usually broken by tiny margins, as organisms grow in progressively smaller increments as they approach their maximum possible
size.
There's obviously been some great positive change in the environment of the broomtail grouper in Equador. That change is energetic, Etheric.
They're desperate to keep you from realizing that the size, fertility and longevity of any organism varies directly with the health of its
Etheric environment.
Jeff Miller, Brooklyn, New York, August 26, 2020
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