(My prayer for Saint-Rumbold each year on July 1st, his patron feast see here )
Nomen est omen. The name is a sign. Your own name is too. Carry it with dignity and live up to it. You can argue that your name was ‘given’ to you by your parents, or by somebody else, or just by circumstances, either way, your name came to you, and when it is spoken, you turn around, you look up, you listen. When you see it written, your atention is drawn to it. Be sure: your name is not a coincidence, it fits you, so wear it to its full potential and don’t be ashamed. If you don’t know its meaning: look it up! If you keep looking for the answer to the question: “Who am I?”, start with your name, the rest will follow!
(I also invite you to read my post “The Identidity Code” about the book and ideas of Larry Ackerman who “strongly believes that every human being’s identity is absolutely formed at the moment of conception”. Larry shows that your identity is like your DNA: unique, and discovering it is like “rebirthing”, finally living up to the talent that was meant for you and only for you ).
This is who I am:
My parents gave me a Christian name: Rombout. “Rom” meaning ‘fame’ and “bout” ‘bold, brave’. I was named after my patron: Saint Rombout (or ‘Rumbold’/'Rumoldus’, believed an Irish bishop from the 8th century AD, travelling to the mainland to do his missionary work, and as such arriving in Mechelen).
In Belgium, Mechelen’s Cathedral carries his name. The cathedral was built under supervision of architect Rombout Keldermans, and dates back to the 13th century AD. On top (+90m) you have a beautiful vista of the area, up to Antwerp and Brussels.
The legend tells us how Saint Rombout built a little church in Mechelen, and paid the workers more than their due. This aroused the rumour that he was very rich. When the Saint found out that one of his parishioners was cheating on his wife, he confronted him with the truth. The man was not pleased, and together with a ‘fellow in crime’ he forged a plan to murder the Saint and steal his money. After they killed him, they found out he was not so rich after all, and threw his body in the river. Instantly a bright light, as a spear from heaven, marked the spot where the Saint’s body was afloat. The killers fled, never to be apprehended.
The parishioners, overwhelmed with this sign, treated the body as if it were Jesus himself, and buried it in a prominent place in the church that the beloved Saint had build. Soon afterwards miracles and instant healings started, and to this day the cathedral to believers and pilgrims is a local Lourdes, praying to Saint Rombout to grant them a favour.
The remains of Saint Rombout are kept in a shrine, and just recently it was opened and investiged by scientists using the C14 method to date the evidence.
The scientist forensic work links the evidence to a man between 30/40 years of age and approx 6 feet tall, suffering rachitis, but cured. His death is almost certainly to be situated between 580 AD and 655 AD. Other evidence points out that the man must have lived in a monastery, and taking into consideration the remarkable state of the remains and other findings, one can conclude that this would be a very close match to the Saint in question.
In Belgium we commemorate Saint Rombout on July 1st. The coincidence here is that I was born exactly a month earlier, on June 1st. So, each year on July 1st I pray to my patron Saint @ 1pm (13:00h) –I was born 1am ) for his blessing and I invite all my beloved ones and friends to pray with me, wherever they are. If I can, I pray at the site of Our Lady Of Lourdes, in Humbeek, Belgium, since it is a beautiful and inspiring place, next to the river, and Humbeek has Saint Rombout as patron Saint too! There I can combine both my Father’s and my Mother’s calling
Sometimes, I pray at Saint-Rombout’s Cathedral, or just at any suitable place when I’m ”on the road”.
The picture above of Saint Rombout’s Cathedral is a detail from a painting by my father, he painted it especially on my demand. I asked him to paint the sea, Saint Rombout’s Cathedral, a Moai from Eastern Island and two Swans, symbolizing my astrological sign: Twins. In the middle I wanted the Lion at Venice’s San Marco Square, guarding the Angel’s words to Saint Marc, the Evangelist: ‘Pax tibi Marce, Evangelista Meus’. The painting was and still is in my opinion an expression of my personality, of “who I am”.
I’m eternally thankful that my father painted it, without questioning my demand, and putting his love into it. It’s one of my closest treasures!
Here it is in full:
At my birth, my father wrote a poem,and designed my birth card, in which he described his wish for his newborn son. When young, I didn’t fully comprehend the meaning, or better: I was afraid I would never be able to live my life to my father’s expectations. It took me years of struggling with myself, and with my father (deceased at age 82 in 1989) to come to terms with this heritage. But I’m thankful that my father and I had a deep and long conversation, three years before his death, and still with a sound mind, because the last years of his life he lost the power on his brilliant thoughts. Much was said then, even more unsaid, but at that moment, we came to peace, I could see him, not only as my father, but also as a man of flesh and blood, carrying his own burdens. I no longer walked in his shadow, and the more discovering my own light, the more I could love him. So when he passed away, I was able to greet him with the utmost respect for everything he had learned me.
Here’s the poem/card, first in Dutch, than my translation:
“The deep of night, my son
brings birth to you;
chosen one, on this stage
of cheat and show,
be you this hour – live
pure as is this Silence,
child, blessed by
stay night – day is delusion.
When moment comes for you
to stride into the light,
stand as the tower,
which bears thy name;
taller than your foe,
living from vista”
Nomen est omen. I’m proud of my name. I discovered how it is a beacon for me to let my creative light shine on this world and beyond. In my writing, my speaking & listening, I’m a Master of unfolding the Creative Silence offered by the possibilities & coincidences of Nothingness, because I am called and touched by ‘Mother and Father’ to share this. Like that tower, I’m living from vista.
If you are able to unfold the deep meaning of your name, if you dare to enter it, to sing it in glory, to share it, to dance to & with it, you too will be able to ‘come into the Light’ of your true identity, you will be able to unleash all ties that bind, you will be able to live your life as it is intented to Be: unfolding your full potential, unlocking the mystery of your personality and you will shine, you too will enlighten and cheer up this world with your unique song, thus answering the Angel’s call, as he/she spoke to Saint Marc:
“Pax tibi, Marce, Evangelista Meus”.
Namaste, Love&Light, and, paraphrasing, my wish 4 U 2:
“Peace To You, dear friend, bring your joyful message!”
http://www.sintromboutstoren.be/rombout.php (full story on the murder of Sint Rombout – in Dutch)
And here’s how the story continues :
Boutman & sons, from left to right:
Nand, Bert, Rombout, Wide ~
Embrace your blessings