mistress of the vatican.pdf - End Time Deception

Eleanor Herman
horrifying Spaniard Rodrigo Borgia terrified Italy as Pope Alexander
VI from 1492 to 1503, carving out an empire for his psychopathic son,
the murderer and rapist Cesare, who rode boldly to battle wearing a
black velvet mask to hide the fact that syphilis had eaten away his nose.
The cheap and boring Dutchman Adrian Florensz, elected Pope Adrian
VI in 1522, cut back on pageants and festivities and had the nerve to
insist that Romans comport themselves with Christian morals and that
women cover up their bosoms. When he died after a reign of only
twenty months, someone hung a sign on his doctor’s front door that
read savior of the country.
Italian popes were all right—those from Genoa or Siena, Venice or
Milan. But only Romans truly understood Rome. It was far preferable
to have a pope born and bred in Rome, and Gianbattista Pamphili was
certainly one of their own, born in the old house on the Piazza Navona
where his family had lived since 1470.
But Giacinto Gigli wrote in his diary that evening, “When they
heard that it was Pope Pamphilio, the crowd did not celebrate so much,
because he was held to be a severe man, and not very liberal.” 2 Worse,
he added, “It is believed that the widow called Olimpia, of the house of
Maidalchini, will be the dominatrix of this pontificate.” 3
Olimpia was the true pope maker. She had made Gianbattista a nuncio,
a cardinal, and now the Vicar of Christ. Without her he would
probably still have been languishing in the Rota. Coming after thirtytwo
years of her hard work, his election must have been the sweetest
victory of Olimpia’s life. Now the Roman noblewomen would have to
wait outside for her carriage. But even better than that, perhaps for the
first time ever Olimpia felt safe. Now she had enough power, and
enough wealth, so that no one would ever push her around again or
suggest she enter a convent.
When the looters realized that the new pope was not Cardinal
Crescenzi but Cardinal Pamphili, they stashed their ill-gotten goods
and raced to Olimpia’s house on the Piazza Navona. And it was Olimpia
herself who threw the bolt and swung open the twenty-foot double
doors into her courtyard, smiling graciously and bidding the mob welcome.
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