Back to South
France Retreat and Tour
One point is clear. Leonardo, like Nostradamus,
was in touch with various levels of what was an almost forgotten
heresy in his time.
When we gather together the clues that Leonardo has given us, certain
threads become clear, at least in their confusion. The Virgin Mary,
Jesus’ mother, is confused with Mary Magdalene, and the infant
Jesus is confused with his cousin John, or perhaps with another “St.
John” altogether. These confusions are covers or blinds for a
deeper meaning. They tell us that the Virgin is actually the Magdalene,
and that Jesus is, in some obscure way, the same as the ever-present “St.
That’s why Peter is astonished in the “Adoration.” It
is Mary Magdalene’s child by Jesus whose birth is honoured in
the “Adoration.” This child, symbolized in Leonardo’s
coded images as “St. John,” has a prominent, although obscured,
role to play in the early history of Christianity in Provence as St.
Trophime. He is somehow also a “Christ,” one that is worthy
of being honoured by Jesus himself.
But most important of all, Leonardo is telling
us that the Church of Rome, Peter’s Church, is not the real
church; it is in fact
a persecuting and betraying entity that has suppressed the Sophia wisdom
of the Master’s Bride and most intimate disciple. Leonardo is
a true Grail Knight, as shown by his portrait in the “Adoration.” He
is one who protects the secret by hiding it in plain sight, a coded
message in a bottle, addressed to those seekers who come after him.
In that way, he and Nostradamus have much in common.
"As far back as I can remember, I have in front of me a barrage
of mountains whose hillocks and slopes, cliffs and narrow valleys were
blue from dawn 'til dusk; a blue that varied in intensity according
to the time of day. This is the chain of the Alpilles, surrounded by
olive groves like some mountain of ancient Greece and a lofty keeper
of legends and glory..."
"Caius Marius, the savior from Rome still popular throughout
the region awaited the barbarians at the foot of this rampart, behind
the walls of his camp; his trophies have been gilding under the sun
of Les Antiques, near St. Remy, for two thousand years..."
"On the steep rocky cliffs of the mountain ... the princes of
Les Baux built their stronghold. The gracious chatelaines held their
courts of love in the fragrant vales of Les Baux... at the time of
"Oh delightful fragrances! Oh light! Oh gentle nature's peace;
what longings of paradise you place in my child's soul..."
Fredric Mistral- The Empire of the Sun