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Chapter 3
“There’s no place like home,” Jacques said, after the umpteenth return of
his son, but Michel didn’t respond to his corny remark.
“You’ve changed, boy; you’re so quiet.”
“I’m getting older, father,” he replied tersely. Michel had completely
outgrown his parents, but he didn’t want to hurt their feelings and didn’t
say anything else. There had been extra space in the house for a while, and
the physician decided to once again move into the abandoned attic. Julien
was now studying law in Aix-en-Provence and Bertrand and his wife were
living in a house he had built himself at the edge of town. Hector and
Antoine were still living at home and were hoping to hear new stories
from their worldly brother, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk.
Michel had been through a lot and his mind had become too heavy and too
powerful for wasting time. In fact, it had become so heavy and forceful
that it was getting cloudy. The mystical veil protected his higher bodies in
their development and it made him inaccessible. And when anyone pulled
this blanket off him, his look could burn you. The learned family member
badly needed rest and resigned himself to the character changes in himself.
Today the fearless physician went to visit some patients in nearby Arles.
After a pleasant little trip through the sunny scenery, the carriage stopped
in front of a yellow house near the town center. Nostradamus knocked and
waited, but there was no response. The shutters were open and he glanced
inside
“The doctor’s here,” he called out in a clear voice, but there was still no
sign of life. He decided to try knocking loudly on the front door one more
time before climbing in through the window, when suddenly he was
approached from behind by a scrawny man with reddish hair. The man,
whose shoes were covered with paint, carelessly pushed him aside and
entered the house.
“Whoa, wait a minute, I’m visiting a patient here,” the doctor said, but the
man, who was missing his left ear, seemed deaf and mute and rudely
slammed the door shut in his face.
Well, that’s never happened to me before! Michel thought, feeling
somewhat humiliated. I’m being treated like dirt here.
Still in a funk, the generally well-respected physician walked through
Arles, which possibly was one of the most beautiful cities in France.
Nostradamus had some extra time because of the strange incident, and
ordered a cool drink at Place du Forum, which was littered with cafés.
Sitting on a wicker chair, he observed what was going on in the street
while he quenched his thirst. The provincial town was known for its
cultural manifestations and was visited by many wealthy Italians and
Spaniards. The foreigners were noticeable because of their expensive
clothing and different looks. It was an enjoyable spectacle and drew a lot
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