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Thank you
“Thanks for your help, Mr. Grimbert, see you
tomorrow.” Another day had flown by and the tired
student went back to his austere room in the Rue St.
Agricol. After cooking and eating some warm mush, he
meditated on the book of Hermes, without any effect,
and then tried out “the philosopher’s stone”, but
unexpectedly fell asleep. That night his desires
were fulfilled. The searching soul was touched by
something magnificent and powerful and with a shiver
he sat up straight in his bed.
“Michel de Nostredame, I am the one you are looking
for, I am Hermes, the son of Zeus and Maia, the
daughter of Atlas, one of the Titans.” Right before
him sat a radiant, powerful, athletic being, wearing
a winged hat and holding a golden staff entwined
with snakes. Hermes continued: “I am the leader of
the three worlds. I was born in a cave in Arcadia. I
am the fastest of all the gods and the god of
thieves. The Egyptians call me Toth. The Romans call
me Mercury. I am Hermes Trismegistus from Genesis. I
am “The Hope of the Stones”, “The Philosopher’s
Stone” and “The Emerald Tablet.” My material brother,
your fate has been determined. You will play a role
in the cosmic drama that will unfold on earth during
the coming millennia. But for now, until the Moon is
mature, you will go in another direction in order to
allow your slumbering knowledge to be awakened by
Black Death.” Hermes vanished as quickly as he had
appeared and left behind an enormous emptiness.
Michel could not cope with the powerful,
supernatural confrontation and collapsed. He did not
wake up until the next afternoon. Feeling awful, he
got up and, stumbling, picked up his school bag so
he could get back to studying. But it was much too
late to go the university and feeling confused he
sat back down on his bed.
“I feel so wretched,” he groaned. With great
difficulty, he reconstructed the message from
Hermes, but he could not absorb it all. Meanwhile,
his father - driven by higher powers - was in Saint
Rémy, worrying about the less than practical
education of his son. Although astrology had become
an acknowledged science, there was not much you
could do with it. He discussed it with Reynière, who
initially stayed supportive of Michel’s choice. But
Jacques kept harping on the fact that there was no
future in it and she finally had to admit that the
disadvantages outweighed the advantages. They wrote
a letter to their son, in which they expressed their
concerns and suggested that he consider a study in
the field of medicine; after all, both of his
grandfathers had been physicians. Michel received
their mail the next day and read their suggestion to
change the course of his studies. He was pleasantly
surprised and thought about Hermes, who had spoken
about a change of direction.
So medicine is my destiny, he concluded. The next
day he carefully approached his teachers, because he
did not want discredit them in any way. During the
parting discussion it turned out that they
sympathized with his parents’ arguments and he left
his studies in Avignon on friendly terms.
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