Philippe Anthelme
Nizier was an apprentice butcher working for his uncle in Lyon.
He was also a miracle worker, though this had little effect on his own
clumsiness as an apprentice butcher. It did allow him to heal himself however
when he cut the tendons of his thumb and index finger whilst preparing a
carcass. He put his thumb back in place and prayed and a few moments later all
was well.
News of the miracle spread
and this latter day Jesus of Lyon was mobbed by the sick and the desperate. So
great was his fame he decided to switch from butchering to doctoring, though in
some quarters there may have seemed little difference.
His studies proved
useful, allowing him to diagnose as well as cure. When an out of breath girl
complained of violent pains in her side and difficulty in standing, he not only
diagnosed a double pulmonary embolism he healed her by a simple declaration that
she was ‘healed’. The woman was duly grateful and trotted out the room pain
free.
More significantly he
confounded skeptics by cure after cure so that his fame spread. On seeing a
patient crying over a leg due to be amputated the following day he assured him
he had nothing to worry about. Sure enough the leg underwent a miraculous
healing, much to the surprise of the surgeon next day.
A jealous establishment
called him a charlatan and banned him from further hospital work for his
temerity in curing the sick without a degree. The sick didn’t seem to mind and
continued to seek him out, and, because he rarely if ever ‘touched’ a patient
the authorities could not accuse him of malpractice or inappropriate behaviour.
His fame spread far
beyond Lyon. In 1881 he treated the Bey of
Tunis, was granted a doctorate in Medicine by the University of Cincinnati
in 1884. Two years later the Royal Academy of Rome made him an honorary Doctor
of Medicine, whilst at home he was condemned again and again for medical
malpractice.
This didn’t stop the
Russians taking an interest in him. One leading Russian noble recorded how he
met Philippe Nizier at Mass in Lyon. In the
sermon the priest had advised the congregation that biblical miracles should
not be taken literally. Philippe disagreed, and when the priest in a dudgeon
declared: “May thunder strike this church if I can
believe these things”, Nizier raised his eyes to the sky and gestured. Lightning
flashed over the church followed immediately by thunder.
The Russian noble might have been over doing
the vodka or borsch but news of it impressed the Tsar. Members of the Tsar’s
household began to visit him in Lyon. And in
1901 Tsar Nicholas invited him to Russia as a favoured guest. More,
at the risk of offending the French, he was made a Doctor of Medicine – though he
first had to pass an exam. A medical jury was assembled. Nizier asked it for a
list of hospital bed numbers, and, without leaving the room, he not only
diagnosed the patients but cured them as well. The Russian doctors confirmed
the fact and he was duly granted his doctorate.
Some report a letter he wrote to the Tsar
warning him of a revolution that would exterminate
the Royal family and thousands of Christians, and for those who believe in
reincarnation he also prophesied that he, Philippe, would one day return as a
small child ‘…and those who need to recognise me will do so.’
Back in Lyon
he locked himself away, working, some said, on an elixir of life. It had little
effect. He died in 1905 collapsing silently on the floor.
What's puzzling is why Rasputin is so much more well known than Philippe Nizier. Maybe sex has something to do with it.
6 comments:
This is fascinating. I'd never heard of Nizer. Thank you for giving me someone new to research.
When I go to a place I need to find out more about it. I was in a gift shop and this DVD on Nizier was playing. Unfortunately I only saw enough to whet my appetite for more. When I researched him I could imagine the streets he walked on, even that Church where we probably attended Mass.
Arrogance leads a short way. The Frenchies will never learn!
Nemo profeta in patria!
It may be a trait, Jay, but I reckon arrogance is pretty much like a virus, it's no respector of boundaries - and it usually feeds from overwheening power aka empires past and present, or conversely, insecurity. Hey, I'm good at pontificating after a pint!
Great post, Mike.
Thanks, Gio - and thanks for dropping in
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