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Vial of John Paul II’s Blood ‘Stolen by Satanists’

A vial containing the late Pope John Paul II’s blood has been stolen from a small church in central Italy along with a cross, according to reports.

The tube contained bloodied clothing from the botched assassination attempt on the Pope , and is  one of only three known vials containing the blood of the Polish Pope, who is expected to be declared a saint in a ceremony at the Vatican on 27 April.
They are considered to be of great religious significance. but this  is not the first time one of them has been stolen. In 2012 a priest travelling north from Rome had his backpack stolen by three thieves. It contained an intricate relic of blood, which had been taken from Pope John Paul II in 1981. T the relic was eventually retrieved having been thrown into reeds next to a nearby railway station.

Meanwhile, more than 50 Carabinieri, the national military police of Italy, are involved in a manhunt along with sniffer dogs around the church of St Peter of the Ienca, near Aquila, in the mountainous Abruzzo region, while according to the Osservatorio Antiplagio“a watchdog on media scams” – the vial theft could be related to Satanism.

The  blood was stolen (they claim) on the day “that corresponds to the dominium of the demon Volac”,  and  “Another factor is International Holocaust Remembrance Day, which prompts satanic rituals in preparation for the Satan’s birthday on 1 February,”

Volac – also Ualac, Valak, Valax, Valu, Valic, Valac – for those who have been neglecting their demonology, is the mighty Great President of Hell, having thirty ( some say thirty-eight) legions of demons under his command.

 He is said to give true answers about hidden treasures; he reveals where serpents can be seen, and delivers them harmless to the magician. He can lead one toward a good job, a sympathetic friend. He also provides lucky numbers.

He is said to appear as a small poor boy with angel wings riding on a two-headed dragon. He moves fast,  flies very fast and usually departs through the ceiling.

More Volac trivia –

    Volac is a Night Demon
    Zodiac Position: 5-9 degrees of Aquarius
    January 25th-29th
    Tarot Card: 5 of Swords
    Planet: Saturn/Uranus
    Candle Color: White
    Plant: Sesame
    Metal: Lead/Uranium
    Element: Air
    Rank: President

Never heard of Satan ever having a birthday… as an angel, wasn’t he created basically from kit form, not born ?  February 1st – well, February 2nd is Candlemas (or Imbolc to the celts) but has no Satanic connections I can ever recall hearing of.

Candlemas / Imbolc is accociated with the goddess Brighid (aka Bride), and it’s interesting to note that an old Scots gaelic rhyme for February 2nd has it that –

Moch maduinn Bhride,
Thig an nimhir as an toll;
Cha bhoin mise ris an nimhir,
Cha bhoin an nimhir rium.

or, in English –

Early on Bride’s morn,
the serpent will come from the hollow
I will not molest the serpent,
nor will the serpent molest me

Which kind of brings us back to Volac, who “reveals where serpents can be seen, and delivers them harmless to the magician”. No doubt pure coincidence, but an interesting one.

What any of this has to do with someone pinching a dead pope’s blood is anybodies guess….

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Hetton Lyons to Ryhope (Avoiding Traffic)

Hetton Lyons Country Park, on the outskirts of the town of Hetton-le-Hole, rose like a green pheonix from the ashes of the mining industry – where once people worked and died (there’s a monument to those who perished in a mining disaster) there are now three lakes, woodland, wetland and acres of open space. 

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I had business at the park in the morning, but free by 1 p.m. I thought rather than catch the bus back the 8 or 9 miles into the city I’d walk back, trying to avoid traffic wherever possible (I find the sound of moving traffic increasingly annoying).

I left the country park by another relic of mining days – an old mineral line, now a footpath, which once carried coal wagons.

On the hillsides, Gorse bushes are in flower. Those yellow flowers can be used to make a very nice wine, but you need a lot of them, and Gorse thorns exact payment in blood.

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The footpath climbs steadily in an easterly direction.

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Eventually the footpath intersects with a minor road, and I turn onto this heading north. This  single-track road is called Salter’s Lane, which suggests it may have once been part of an ancient saltway – an old trading route.

The road passes through a farmyard, and then  I’m in a landscape of wind-turbines that’d have freaked out Don Quixote.

4In some areas there is a lot of anti-wind turbine feeling, but I like them, I think they enhance, rather than spoil the landscape. If the hillside was dotted with old-style windmills, that’d be thought scenic. But what’s the difference really ? Both use the power of the wind to create power.

5A little way beyond the farm I leave the saltway and head eastwards again, along a track that leads through fields and woodland before eventually depositing me on another old railway line turned footpath just outside the village of Murton – somewhere along that track I crossed the boundry from the City of Sunderland  into County Durham.

6Murton was a pit village – small town, really –  that for centuries was a small farming community, which grew due to the Industrial Revolution and the need for coal.

Heading northwards again, a little further on I get a first glimpse of the North Sea on the eastern horizon.

7One problem with old railway lines as paths is that they’re often boringly straight. So is this one, but at least most of the way its raised up above the surrounding countryside on an embankment, giving good views to either side.

After a cold Spring, this warm May day has brought out flowers along the way, both wild and feral escapees from gardens. Here’s some Cowslips…

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My only real brush with traffic along the way is when the path crosses the A19 (a motorway in all but name), and I ponder that its predecessor, the railway, is now given over to pedestrian and cycle use (as are the railway’s predecessors, the canals) – will there come a day when motorways too become footpaths ?

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A sign-post along the way. It’s numbered 1, but I passed no others along the way.

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Ah – now this bench is a piece of personal history.  Several years, and jobs, ago I painted this, and its sibling benches along this stretch of the path. I particularly remember this otherwise mundane job because it was a raw Winter’s day in January or February, and a cruel wind was blowing in from the North Sea, giving every impression that the last landmass it had crossed had been northern Scandinavia, and bringing with it gifts of intermittant rain and hailstones.

You might think – and I certainly did – that it wasn’t a good idea to be painting benches in the rain. The paint might not take properly, and, more to the point, people do not do a good job when being subjected to the icy blast of the elements and can no longer feel their fingers, feet and other parts.

But the boss was not a flexible man. Once he decided a job had to be done on a certain day, that was it. I guess we were just lucky it wasn’t under 3 feet of snow – he’d have had us digging them out, then painting them.

Looks like its due for a re-paint. But not by me !

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And now I was approaching the end of this footpath, Ryhope – once a village, now the outer limits of Sunderland.  This last picture is looking back, southwards, along the path…

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After a warm, sunny afternoon, dark clouds were piling up and the first raindrops falling as I walked the short distance to the nearest bus stop… a short distance within which two buses going my way passed me !

Luckily its a route well-served by public transport and so I only had to wait about 10 minutes before another two buses came along, one behind the other ! I caught the first one back into the city centre.

This journey was probably somewhere in the region of 8 to 10 miles. Hard to be sure, because I detour to look at things.

 

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