Keep Pure – The Perfecti Reveal Themselves

 

There are many interpretations of Christianity. One interpretation is that held by the Cathars, who were called the sanctifiers or the blessed ones. They referred to themselves as the good Christians, as opposed to bad Christians; they never would say this out loud, however, because they were really good guys. The bad Christians were just called “the other Christians”. These were the people that were under the sway of the disincarnate evil of the Pharisees that the Cathari called the Demiurge.

There were at least five individuals between the years 210 and 288 in the current era that had a last name of Valentine. The Catholic Church sanctified three of them because it couldn't decide which one was the legitimate saint in this story. Valentine was later said to have been a priest of the church, but that was not true.

The real Valentine was claimed by the Cathari to be a “perfecti”. The perfecti are humans that, in terms of spirituality, are the most pure of all of us in their expression. The idea is that after living thousands of lives as a human, from life to life to life to life, a person would perfect each life incrementally until ending up with a genuinely perfect life. Valentine was the one that the Cathari claim as the pure one, and they also claimed that he was the progenitor of the German branch of the Cathari. This Valentine was educated in Persia to be a magi, a magician, an herbalist, a healer.

The perfecti, the pure ones, were generally vegetarian pacifists, attempting to live as perfect a life as they could because they knew it set them up with karma for an even better life the next time around. You get a better life each and every time you return... less strife, less struggle, you're more perfect in your body, in your expression, etc.

Rome was experiencing a period of considerable chaos in the 200s. It was then that this Valentine went to Rome and set up shop as a healer, as the perfecti do; they wander around and basically do good, trying to remove the demiurge effects from this reality. And so he goes there and sets up shop doing herbal healing, and he runs afoul of the local officialdom.

This is because the emperor at the time, Claudius, had a bunch of expansionist wars he wanted to undertake, so he decreed that no young men in the kingdom under the age of 33 could get married. The emperor wanted his young men frustrated with lots of testosterone built up so they would go out and fight his wars and kill. The soldiers were not only paid in denaris, they were paid in booty. They could go and capture and take whatever they wanted from the enemy, and it was fine with officialdom at that time. There was a sexual incentive because they could go and capture women from the enemy. That's the effect that the emperor wanted it to have... why he didn't want his young men satiated by having a wife. All of the cults at the time that would later become the Catholic Church in 325 AD after the Council of Nicaea, with Constantine and Eusebius, agreed with the emperor. And they said, sure, okay, we'll stop performing marriages.

Well, Valentine didn't stop. He didn't agree with the emperor. He kept performing marriages at no charge. There was pressure on all the cults at the time who were influenced by the Pharisees, and so the officialdom of the church went to the emperor and demanded that he do something about Valentine because the emperor had issued an edict saying nobody could perform marriages for anyone under 33, and yet he tolerated this magi Valentine continuing to violate the edict. The emperor would normally collect money for marriages and divorces, but Valentine would perform the ceremonies for free. So Valentine was arrested.

This is why Valentine is a saint. Because he performed these marriages against the rule of the empire, the emperor threw him in jail, even though he was still considered very valuable in the community because of his application of herbal knowledge.

The emperor kept him alive for a while. The stories say that he was in jail on the order of eight years before they executed him. But who knows! We don't have a history that's accurate. But the stories say that while in jail he was as much of a perfecti as he was on the outside. And he was able to convince one of the jailers to provide him with herbs to continue healing in jail. While there, he cured one of jailer's daughters of blindness. In the process he fell in love with her and wanted her to see his face before he was executed.

This is where we get this idea about sending gifts with a note to loved ones on Valentine's Day. Valentine would send gifts to the daughter, tonics which he brewed as a perfecti with his knowledge about plants and extractions. This was the underlying medical system in that era. And these Cathari were so adept at this that even though they were a real pain to officialdom, they were tolerated because they brought considerable benefit to society, and even to officials who would send for the Cathari magi to come and heal them.

from the substack of Clif High on February 14, 2025

Keep pure. - The Time draws Near. War, and Killing engulf the Earth.

Gardez pure. - Le Temps s'approche. Guerre, et Tueries engloutissent la Terre.

The Laurel will grow Green, in a Sea of Tears and Blood.

Le Laurier verdira, dans une Mer de Larmes et de Sang.

The Perfecti have Returned. Our Long Sleep complete.

Les Parfaits sont revenus. Notre Long Sommeil achevé.

In the midst of Great Battles, filled with Smoke, Death, and Roar, Men will look up, hearts shocked, frozen in horror.

Au milieu des Grandes Batailles, emplies de Fumée, de Mort et de Rugissements, les Hommes lèveront les yeux, cœurs choqués, glacés d'horreur.

Perfecti embodied once again, many Past Lives come rushing in. Memory fills, of Love, long Lost. Never Forgotten. Never does memory Fade.

Parfaits incarnés de nouveau, de nombreuses Vies Passées affluent. La mémoire se remplit, d'Amour, longtemps Perdu. Jamais Oublié. Jamais la mémoire ne S'efface.

Time of Killing near now to our hands, Perfecti sharpen their Minds. All weapons are but pale shades of Thought.

Le Temps de Tuer approche maintenant de nos mains, les Parfaits aiguisent leurs Esprits. Toutes les armes ne sont que pâles nuances de la Pensée.

from the substack of Clif High on January 12, 2024