LIMOUSINE FOR FREEEADING 3.
MOM JOINS THE PARTY
His tail drew one third of the stars of the sky & threw them to the earth AGO kind of TIME.
AP 12.4 & AD 12.12.4
In the first days of September 1278 the final battle between the Tatars and the heir of Wąwolnica Otto Jastrzębczyk took place near Głusk in Opole. By the roadside near the big stone the Tatars set up camp with their booty and prisoners. On a huge boulder they placed a well-known and revered by the local Poles statue of the Virgin Mary. They made a mockery of her in front of the enslaved.
The khan’s flag fell, “above the Mother of God appeared brightness and began to rise, on the opposite mountain a few hundred paces away she stood on a linden tree, as if escaping from the hands of the infidels, sometimes even more terrified Tatars fled as quickly as possible…
… So they left the loot that was not on the carts and the prisoners without thinking about conquering the castle. After their escape the statue of Mother of God stood on a stone”. A few hundred steps further, the heir Otto Jastrzębczyk decided to build a wooden church for the miraculous statue.
You will go where your feet carry you or the wheels of fortune turn like a jar for winter. Hi, Mom! In Other Words, Do You Choose Par King or Does He Choose You?
The Kębel figurine dates back to ca. 1440. It was made of a linden trunk, 85 cm high and 27 cm wide in an unknown Silesian or Pomeranian workshop. It is a part of the so-called cycle of Beautiful Madonnas whose prototype was a stone sculpture of the Beautiful Madonna of Vimperg and the presentation of the infant Jesus to the world by his mother.
“All night long before the coronation celebrations pilgrims were drawn to Wąwolnica. Marian songs resounded on all roads leading to the ancient town. The faithful came with their priests from the whole diocese. They also came individually by car & bicycle”
“The day of September 10, 1978 was cloudy & rainy and yet thousands of people stood up to their ankles in water in Marian Square. The hills surrounding the square were also filled with pilgrims. About one hundred thousand faithful attended the coronation ceremony.”
When the plague began to spread in 1892, Father Joseph Pruszkowski, the parish priest, preached from the pulpit: "I see that by the grace of Mary we are shielded over our parish as if by the mantle of Mary of Kłębel". (parish chronicle).
On my way back to the Husbil, I stopped by a man correcting the writing on the sign. He turned around, I smiled and saluted. He began to tell the story:
– The 30-year war ended in ’48 and all those bandit German troops plundered the Polish lands (…) Countries like Germany or France – they were associated with nepotism and a bureaucracy developed there. In Poland there was so much democracy that there was no bureaucracy and no modern state. If you look at the Tower of England, the king sits behind huge walls. And if we go to Białostocczyzna, to Knyszyn, which was the favourite place of King Zygmunt August, the last of the Jagiellons, there were no walls. He was not afraid that someone would hack him there. Similarly, if we look at Russia, there were only two Czars who died a natural death. One went mad and the other they sent back to the monastery.
– So it’s a slaughter.
– The Father murdered the Son, the Son murdered the Father…. This is how it was done. Peter I murdered the son. Then the daughter ruled … but this is … a different civilization… Asian… a different spirituality. I know these Eastern countries. Because I do not live here. My great-grandfather fought here. And that’s why we’re restoring the monument. He left four children. He died in Trotsky. He was sentenced to prison. Trotsky is 1000 km away from Baikal. (…) These people are the society that always follows the authorities. It knows no opposition. Pragmatism means that you follow the one who rules. It does not matter whether you agree or disagree. Just as Peter I ordered various things to be done and the boyars did them all. If a boyar did not shave, they tore off his beard. And he was still an wise ruler. They admire Poles on the one hand and hate them on the other. It is such a strange love. I experienced it many times. I can speak Russian. For example, I have read everything by Dostoyevsky. It is impossible to be a man without knowing this Dostoyevsky. I traveled in the footsteps of holy places in Russia. For example, Rublev’s beautiful frescoes. In Kazan there are half Orthodox and half Muslims. And then there’s Saudi Arabia… In the 90s I lived in Germany, in Cologne, for half a year. There is such cheeky pretend there.
– They only do it for business.
– But absolutely. Then I lived in Bonn when it was still the capital. I lived near Bonn in such a small town. I used to go for walks there in the evenings and I got to know a German with a dog that was also running. First we said good morning to each other, then some about the weather, then about politics. And one month into our conversations he said: I would invite you to my place for tea or dinner, but I have a wife who is a pediatrician and you know how I can invite someone like you, what the neighbors would say. And the doctor’s reputation would suffer.
– His empathy is minus one at this point.
– Well, no, but he’s so stupid… So when I swallowed that saliva… Then I started walking the other way. I realized that he didn’t give a damn about me. He told me that he was a soldier of course they were all in the anti-aircraft forces they shot at planes at people never. So that’s the story. Well, but I met some Poles who escaped to Germany in the 80s…. he even worked at the Silesian Technical University…. And they escaped to Germany, supposedly some relative, a grandmother, I think, had some roots, supposedly, or maybe German. And he says he has two sons who go to school. He’s been living there for 10 years and he hasn’t been in any German house yet, and no German has been to his house. And he says that if a friend comes to his sons to pick up a notebook or a book, this German wouldn’t cross the corridor and enter his room. That’s how it’s segregated. Anyway… in the German states in the 17th century the neighbouring towns attacked each other. There was only one rule: you couldn’t attack during harvest time. There are loess ravines here – unique in the world – between Nałęczów, Kazimierz and Puławy. I used to do open air painting from the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw. I built myself a little house here and I come here from time to time.