A TRUE DA VINCI CODE

PART TWO

Having discovered a secret message in the Part One which Henri does it refer to? Unfortunately as you’ll soon discover it was not quite finished yet for the 1495 code also refers to letters on the wooden box. So by locating letters 1,4,9,5 on the box we get the following configuration.

This reveals several letters I, O, N and S on the top line, followed by M, O, E and P on the bottom line, but IONSMOEP does not form any logical word, unless you rearrange it into another anagram which when unscrambled produces the phrase ‘SION POEM’. There are odd incidents of SION Poems, Lament for a Sion, Daughters of Sion but bearing in mind the connection to Leonardo Da Vinci none of this made any sense. It was a brief time later that it struck me to add the message from the first part HENRI VI with the second part SION POEM which produced the message HENRI VISION POEM. But what Vision Poem though and what Henri?

Paradiso Canto XXX: 97-148 The Ranks of the Blest

      O splendour of God, through which I saw the high Triumph of the kingdom of truth: give me the power to say what I saw.

      There is a light, up there, that makes the Creator visible to the creature, who only in seeing him finds its peace: and it extends so far in a circle, that its rim would loosely contain the sun’s light. It whole appearance is formed of rays reflected from the surface of the Primum Mobile, which draws its life and power from them. And as a hillside reflects itself in the water at its foot, as if to view its own beauty, rich in grass and flowers, so, rising above the light, around, around, I saw all of us who have won their way back up there, casting their reflection in more than a thousand ranks.

      And if the lowest level attracts so great a light inside it, what of the intensity of the rose’s outer petals? My sight was not lost itself in the height and breadth, but grasped the quality and quantity of joy. Near and far do not add or subtract there, since where God rules without mediation the laws of nature have no relevance.

      Beatrice drew me, a man silent, who would speak, into the yellow glow of the eternal Rose, that rises layer on layer, and exudes the perfume of praise, towards the Sun, that makes eternal Spring, saying: ‘Marvel at the vastness of the white-robed gathering! Our City, see how wide its circle! See our thrones, filled, so that few spirits are still awaited there.

      The soul, an imperial one on earth, of  Henry the Seventh, shall sit on that high seat, that you fix your eyes on because of the crown you already see placed over it, before you yourself dine at this wedding feast: he, who will come to set Italy straight before she is ready for it. Blind greed that mazes you has made you like a little child that chases away its nurse while dying of hunger: and he, Clement, who will be Pope then in the court of divine things, will be such as will not tread the same path as him, openly or in secret. But God will not suffer him long in that sacred office, since he will be forced down where Simon Magus is, for his reward, and push Boniface, him of Anagna lower still.’