Welcome to the New and Better Confederacy and National Anti-sodomy Crusade, preparing the victory of the Blessed Virgin Mary over the pagan Progress idol which presently holds the world in thrall. A Mary who in the early sixteenth century appeared as Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City, where she claimed this Hemisphere uniquely for her very own. The Holy Mother of God being a Heavenly Queen destined to prevail over this Artemis of the New World, symbolized in the statue of a Godless, world-conquering form of liberty, found in New York Harbor: the present-day champion of abominable sodomy, "sexual self-identification" and abortion on demand. This preternatural siren attempting to uproot Christian Faith of any kind the world over, having been installed here cunningly to combat a holy creed watered by the blood of martyrs, of Jesuit missionaries and Catholic Mexicans and Indians whose Catholicism was in those earlier days singularly well-formed, uncompromising and true. While we take further inspiration from another apparition of Our Blessed Lady, one which took place at Fatima in Portugal in 1917, in the very month of the Bolshevik Red October revolution: a cosmic event, attended by stupendous miracles, witnessed by 100,000 souls. This later prodigy announcing Marys resounding answer to Jewish capitalism/communism: the tyrannical spawn of geo-finance and massive scale, the cynical modus operandi of the harbor-idol noted above. Mary at Fatima claiming Russia for the Catholic Church, a nation destined in now-forthcoming years to become genuinely, traditionally Catholic, and to figure conspicuously in a prophetically-predicted deliverance of both Church and world from their present humiliating demise at the hands of World Jewry.
We are dedicated to re-establishing organizational sanity and robust productivity, these necessarily based upon an enabled human person and his needs and aspirations as well as upon the scales and structures that favor his fullest development. Here being offered a pro-life approach par excellence which encourages those dense populations that almost-invariably have the highest per-capita income: with an enabled, densely-interfaced society being that which best achieves prolific innovation, diversified product lines and rich markets: while making uniquely-possible their fullest enjoyment. Here then being a fundamentally-different approach to the entire spectrum of organized life and activity than that self-destructive one being followed today, a plan developed not only in books displayed below, readable free of charge, but also in an intensely-articulated Summary of Ideas, written in a traditional kind of English which is alone suited to the conveying of profound ideas, but which modern linguists would empty of all its fine distinctions, its precious moral and intellectual content, these like a balm to soul and mind. While included too are statements regarding our Crusade not only against institutionalized sodomy but also toward a New and Better Confederacy, as elucidated in several articles below, designed to replace the above-described paganistic thralldom of an open-ended Bush/Obama USA. Our organizationally-distributive Confederacy envisioned to gather to itself all of the states, fleeing in horror and disgust from the sodomy and abortion, totalitarianism and earth-denuding Napoleonic warfare which presently prevails. This site is updated frequently, with all written here submitted finally to the traditions and teaching authority of the Roman Catholic Church, now in outward respects and as predicted in saintly prophesies of centuries having been essentially taken over by the synagogue. The age-old see-sawing struggle against this perfidious infestation having been a continual one, with major inroads already encountered by the Apostles, conducted by a cabal of Epistle-described "Judaizers" whose various subterfuges since those early-Christian times have been the main obstacle to both viable statehood and the preaching of the Holy Gospel. Thus in awaiting Christianity's final glorious triumph I write with a loyal heart but largely from memory, and in unaided consulting of traditional Church documents, as current teaching on both "right" and "left" tends to be faulty, sometimes in the extreme. Yet it is critically important that the reader fully know what I mean by the word Catholic: hence the many criticisms and clarifications, being forced, with great trepidation, to "rush in where angels fear to tread". Apologies that Louis Joliet picture is divided into parts: I haven't the money or web-savvy right now to get it fixed: and yet it may perhaps fittingly signifies the national disunity of today. See any retractions at the very bottom of this page. We are not connected to any other website or organization, whatever the outward similarities might be. Finally, either hackers or our own inexperience with html text have forced us to modify proper punctuation, using italics instead of quotation marks, and several other such deviations. Hopefully we can get this straightened out soon, so please bear with us in the meantime, as what our hosting service accepts with respect to text has apparently changed. Hence in some articles or pages we have largely dispensed with dashes, apostrophes, quotation marks and one or two other punctuations, grammatical tools which are sometimes hideously disfigured otherwise. Thus too in our Summary of Ideas hyperlinks five through thirty-three to date, so many of these entries have become italicized, probably by dint of a host server confusing my old fashioned font with italics: yet I am leaving them thus, since to edit any text on this site, for the time being, is to be condemned to the noted unfortunate substitutions. However, you can copy and past a whole hyperlink here and un-italicize it as a word document. Thus words of alarm about hackers found here and there on the site are probably ill-founded, but we do our best in a mode we are not expert at, in a time when all traditional publishing and other media is more-or-less entirely controlled.
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Every subject from the War to health care and other domestic policy matters is treat of here on this site, but you have to look for these subjects among the titles on the hyperlinks: there is no index. While amid the events of the day first entries on this page are sometimes put together rather hastily, often being first reactions to a world of events for decades now progressively slipping out of the self-governing grasp of the common man. "News" today being merely the same old washed-out fare for a week running, comprised of the few significant happenings that our newspeople and media-commentators are permitted to examine. Items whose presentation however fails to hit the bulls-eye of the underlying issues involved: sound-bites skillfully juxta-positioned between all the counselor-couch, health-tip and other irrelevant intrusions that we didn't click the remote in order to hear. But amid this information-no-man's-land - and while thus necessarily "going out on a limb" of perilous conjecture - also commonly discovery a whole host of new ideas. Aided too not only by more excellent sources than cable or network TV, but also by the fact that what these people don't tell us is far more revealing than what they do. Insights thus obtained being what this highly-provisional website is all about. The whole "raw" commentary is then invariably worked over in days following: as you can see by the improved quality - and probity - of entries that follow further on. In respect to which "sifting" operation don't be surprised if an article is removed for a day or even a month: during which time it is probably being intensively reworked, having been found inadequate in some way. In an endeavor which I undertake with assiduity. Also, I sometimes put my newest entry second or third in line, if I consider it of lesser importance than the article at the top. While finally this ongoing "diary" of world and national economic and political phenomena is followed further on by a "summary of ideas" more discursive, not in this reverse-chronological form, to be found in the last thus-named hyperlink below. For more detailed treatment of any theological subjects touched upon here please consult the Summa Theologica of St. Thomas Aquinas - the prime depositary of Western legal, moral, political and organizational thought - which can be found using a search engine online under that name. Finally, you may on occasion find your access to this site to be momentarily blocked, at which times I am probably adding or editing. But just give me a moment, and you should be able to get back on board with no problem.
On this site, the manly values cherished by many modern Muslim and other non-Christian nations are enthusiastically recognized, and their populations reached out to by us, for an alliance against the tide of perversion presently flooding the world from Western music, media and policies. With countries around the globe, from China to the Middle East to Africa, joining many Catholic nations from Ireland to Latin America in virile, resolute repudiation of an array of evils like sodomy, let alone sodomy-�marriage�. While many of these countries reject other shameful perversities as well, including various Western laboratory-procedures which treat men like mice. Thus we are working on including more articles to explore this common ground.
I haven't the resources to form an "exploratory committee" or to gather petitions, only two of a host of devices which remove presidential elections further from popular hands, yet as you will see I feel compelled to put forward my candidacy anyway, come what may. Hence I ask those of you who agree with my position on the issues explored on this front page, or in person-to-person conversations out on the campaign trail, to print up and display wherever possible the Platform which follows on a hyperlink below. It is designed to go on 11" by 17" paper, but can be downsized to 8 1/2 by 11 and still be readable. These small "leaflets" can then be put under windshield-wipers in parking lots, or between screen-door and trim on front porches, as I did as a lad of fourteen for the John F. Kennedy campaign. While either size format can be passed out at the office, at school, on the job, among friends and neighbors. In this way we can get completely around the tightly-controlled election-machines of both major Parties, and get the word out to the People: the real Sovereign of this land.
November 30, 2018: Another augur of the approaching divine chastizement: the sun is setting later and later in the day, not earlier and earlier, as we approach the dead of winter.
Maybe the weatherman will try to blame this one on "El Nino" too, and no doubt the dutiful commuter rushing down the freeway "with no time to think about things like that" will assume that "Trump has everything in hand" in this regard, too, as John Q. views but refuses to mentally consider a sun which now sets at five-thirty instead of the five-fifteen of a few weeks ago. Although it should really set by four by now, as it did when I was a little boy. A growingly-large and bright sun which likewise rises in the morning at a similar later time, and in the southeast instead of the east: which together with other related phenomena indicates a coming calamity of momentous size, in solar events of a sort not known since other planetary catastrophes, uncovered by Velikovsky, that go back to the time of The Flood. Rudely intruding facts--not media pep-talks--which would have staggered the minds of our grandfathers, citizens that they were of a saner, if "backward", less-"go-getter" time. But all the rosy, "upwardly-mobile", "new and exciting" optimism aside, "all the king's horses and all the king's men" won't be able to put this humpty-dumpty world back together again, once this end-time punishment strikes with full force. This now-commencing, all-consuming calamity, this planetary incineration, of which these omens are a merciful preview-like first installment given us by a good God. Admonishing us in His Fatherly way to prepare our souls for what is so soon to come. A subject to which this uniquely sane and sober website and this Crusade are devoted in a special way.
November 18, 2018: The manifesto of the resurgent commoner. The solidly-reinvigorated neighborhood as the refuge against false progress and other evil or unnatural projects and constraints, always imposed from above.
The frankpledge was a prime lynchpin for the rights, the agency, the wisdom, the prerogatives of the common man, with this ten-head-of-household unit of authority, home of the passe commitatus "hue and cry", having been bolstered, reinforced from close-above by the hundred court as well. With both these once-familiar fixtures sheltered under the power of the county, that fundamental common-law unit of the duly-constituted state, with all three close-to-home units-of-authority being firmly-rooted bastions of good, constructive, orderly human life. It was within the ambit of these humble but redoubtable units-of-government, then, that the common citizens stoutly, no doubt in simple and unmistakeable language, lodged his yeh or nay: eloquent persuasions of inevitable well-heeled mountebanks notwithstanding. And it is here again today, in the reinvigoration of these three solid public things, that some new and artfully-argued "advance" can likewise meet with a brick wall of resistance, when assessed by labor-seasoned minds and well-weathered eyes. Being ruefully recognized as opening the door to a steady and irresistable erosion of fatherly authority, to a patiently-pursued but ultimately-unquestionable dominion of ever-secretive forces from above. The commoner far rather preferring less-impressive, more-laborious methods and smaller scale--stolid proof against con-men of every shade--to podium theaters or vaunted visions of wind-generators, sky-scrapers or space-flight: "boons of modern times" which guarantee you and your next door neighbor nothing so much as the sacrifice of your sons on the altar of some new god of aggressive or false-flag war, some new Mars. The commoner having no interest in a painless "automated" or "digital" existence which strains toward a purely earthly immortality, for which only fools are willing to pay such a human-sacrificial price. This weird new form of "salvation" being the carrot poise so deftly on the end of this "promise you the moon" stick--but which in the practical fact produces poverty, misery and death for myriads of the poor and unborn, while generally adding to the lives of even the well-off at most some ten or fifteen years. These typically spent under the hovering "care" of a medical establishment controlled by finance and secret societies, bent more on abortion, euthenasia, human experimentation and test-tube babies than on health or life. The ordinary citizen being by moral instinct a child of the Church, and under its duly-constituted supreme authority views this earth as only a dark passageway to, a place of testing for, an eternity he wishes to spend in Heaven with God. In the light of which all earthly improvements are viewed, and accepted only if they contribute to this good and noble pursuit.
What, then: do we categorically reject any "technological" improvements of any kind? As constantly reiterated in my first two books, Integral Catholicism and Random Essays on Economic Development, the test to be employed in this regard is that of scale. Hence the unfailing rule of thumb: if some alleged advance or form of "progress" presupposes any departure from the familiar oversight of the common man, and of those higher-level persons with whom he is thoroughly well acquainted, providentially-provided leaders who have earned his trust in the daily give and take of human life, then that "new and exciting" step forward is to be rejected in the most thorough and thunderous way. Is this a humble route? Indeed, it is. Is it a dependable and noble route? Even more assuredly indeed, not being a parade route loaded with carefully-disguised undertakers at every corner, counting their shekels in terms of some "progress-necessary" neglect or expenditure of human life. And if we expect any better of this earth than this humble procedure can procure, then we are fools who deserve all the agonies we condemn ourselves to by such vaunted visions and starry-eyed dreams, such as have led man to the dismal "progress" of today.
November 4, 2018: Guido Delrose and his unfortunate close adherence to the Fatima-extraneous doctrine of Sr. Lucia. Article, as always, much developed in following weeks.
To quote St. Jerome, one of a handful of our most recognized links with Apostolic times, "when the foundations of order are overturned, cling to that which is most ancient": and it was indeed the overthrowing-of-order, and a related growing contempt for Catholic traditional belief and piety, which Our Blessed Lady came to combat, there at Fatima in the central Portuguese highlands in 1917. Hence our questioning of Lucia's departure both from the original spirit of Fatima and the immemorial, unchangeable Catholic doctrinal/devotional legacy itself, with respect to innocence-of-life, penitence and in many other ways as well: a parting which disturbingly suggests the fast-approaching specter of Vatican II, already back then around 1927, when the first of Lucia's "New Revelations" occured. For thereupon Lucia, by then a nun in a Carmelite convent in Spain, broke away decidedly from the call-to-action exhibited so stunningly by Heaven in the October 1917 apparitions and public miracles themselves, in her capsulization of the Fatima Message into an easily-performed Five First Saturdays Devotion: allegedly at Our Lady's command, but ten years or more after the apparitions themselves. Amendment-of-life, ceaseless prayer, reparation for the sins of the world, penance for our own sins: these carry the true import and meaning of Fatima, especially when considered in all its six apparitions, occuring over the course of seven months: while Lucia's departures and future conduct seem more like first installments of a coming New Church formed by all the standards of Sigmund Freud. That "counselor of Vienna" who over decades after Fatima would gradually take significant control of the Catholic soul and mind: Vatican II having indeed epitomized this transformation, this substitution of modern psychology, which in many ways borders on the occult, for the boundless probity and balance, the timeless discipline and devotion, of the Catholic way of life. New Church with rapidly-increasing frequency finding any rigorous pursuit of holiness, in imitation of saints of old, classed as outright fanaticism by "in the know" Catholics, and likely-enough punished by a summary loss of employment, confinement in a mental ward by "concerned relatives", even the loss of custody of ones own children, and so on. Fanaticism plainly-enough, as we look back over the decades since those true Apparitions of 1917, being the "enemy" Lucia would identify, substituted for the real and astute foe, found in the candid-if-"clinical" animality of Freud, who personified the infernal enemy warned against by Mary in those Portuguese hills. In Lucia likewise being strongly furthered the "new and advanced" Catholicism already preached by Archbishop John Carroll of Revolutionary-era times: indeed with the American-Catholic religious revolution being rapturously classed by our first plenipotentiary prelate as "more radical by far than the political one" on these shores. This patently-false but astutely-disguised Catholicism being thereafter imposed, in the Yankee march across the continent, upon Indian and colonial Frenchmen and Spaniards alike, and thereafter ramroded increasingly among Catholic peoples around the globe, by "persuasions" of American geo-finance, guns and guided bombs, as aided by local secret-society operatives everywhere to be found. This cryptically-sustained end-time rapproachment with the world, artfully denying the warfare against "the world, the flesh and the devil" announced on every biblical page, being similarly enjoined by this one strange nun, who in her accounts as dictated to her earlier biographers couldn't hide her disdain for her younger companions, for their strenuous penances and simplehearted attitudes and practices, they with whom the Fatima apparitions were shared. Lucia, led not unwillingly by a few false guides, followed by myriads of her followers, fatally consigned to the dust-heap of history St. Jerome's "that which is most ancient", namely much of the tremulously-handed-down Catholicism of our old-world forefathers: first by silent, disdainful neglect, later in noted wholesale departures in her own private "revelations", noted above. Mary indeed truly returning a second time in a half-century, in apparitions in the mid-sixties at Garabandal, no doubt to correct, to compensate-for, Lucia's wholesale departures, dispensing this time, in these later communications in the northern mountains of Spain, with all symbolism or subtlety in her words. Plain statements now replacing parable-like turns-of-phrase of Fatima, expressions so misused by Lucia, who "given an (imaginary) inch" by such imagery would "take a mile": Garabandal rather repeating over and over in the simplest of terms the original, underlying Fatima refrain: penance and prayer, reparation, amendment of life and habits, the arduous path of holiness, and so on. Jerome's very legacy of the ancient and Apostolic past.
Hence in the spirit of one "forward-looking", overweight nun would be held without question today by conservative Catholics--as seen in stout affirmations of the website of the Latin Mass society at Kankakee, IL, a group which Guido often lectured and which has an extensive website--that anything so "anachronous" as another antipope or rogue council is a laughable impossibility in our "enlightened" day and age. To suggest such possibilities being classed by such people as either insanity or an open and egregious act of rebellion--or rather perhaps a jumping back and forth between the two--of deranged or black-hearted schism against duly-constituted papal authority, in a thundering sentence passed with all the righteous hauteur which such very-able people can muster up. Insisting that Rome couldn't possible be infested by hostile external forces in such advanced times, as it has been on occasion before. Indeed that the prediction of the stigmatist Anne Katherine Emmerich's of a coming time when Christ would no longer be present in Holy Communions, when Masses would be invalid--forecasts whose every dire detail matches perfectly the calamitous events of our own very times--that this hiatus in holy things couldn't possibly occure in a "mature", "non-fanatical" age such as ours. So that to Lucia devotees there is no question about the validity of same. Such a Catholicism, rampant today among "successful" and "respectable" Catholics such as typically fill these "conservative" groups--they who no doubt wouldn't let ragged people like us in the door--stoutly affirming, in a word, that the immemorial Catholic idea of holiness--of a St. Francis, a St. Ignatius or an Anna Maria Taigi--is simply off-balance, childish, much as were regarded the younger two seers by other such "well educated" souls. Alleging that Lucia and Sigmund Freud have together thrown open the gates to an age of new and wonderful things: being dual heralds of a stylish, up-to-date Church and world, with none of the "phobias" of the past. That kind of world, however, that kind of "church", which destroying angels are even now assembling, at its four biblical corners, to destroy.
Of course, we make bold to make these observations only because a Catholic is not really required to believe in Fatima at all, let alone in these "conservative", New-Church-friendly Latin Mass groups, but only to accept that the Message and its advocated practices "contain nothing against faith and morals". Hence, with this qualification, do we opine that it was the noted fatal post-Fatima departure of Lucia's which summarily blunted the whole meaning and purpose of the Apparitions, launching the Fatima apostolate into purely secondary realms--a Heavenly visitation in which we do indeed believe. Lucia notably and staggeringly enough interpreting those "sins of men which wound the Immaculate Heart, piercing it with thorns at every turn", as being principally those various aspersions cast upon her perpetual virginity, both by ignorant bible-only Christians and by coarse and vulgar men. Could this limited phenomenon, seen not at all among Catholics, but almost entirely among Jews and a minority of turbulent Jacobin-Protestant souls: could these insults and mockeries be the "offenses against her Immaculate Heart" which draw down the punishment so plainly forcast at Fatima? We cannot say a definite yeh or nay, as who knows the mind of Heaven? But a certain proportionality will obviously be maintained by a just God, between crime and punishment, regarding an approaching calamity global in scale, a Sodom-and-Gomorrah-like planetary incineration whose first beginnings are already evident in multiplying sun-related weather-anomalies of today. The approaching terrible chastizement, plainly the final biblical sequel to The Deluge, affirming in stark colors that this last cosmic penalty is to be one of fire and not water, as Scripture declares. A fiery cataclysm which an increasingly-gigantic sun even now prepares, a preview of which inescapable combustion was seen in skies above the Cova de Aria that October of 1917, when amid a caleidescopic swirl of colors the sun seemed to unhinge itself from the sky, to plummet toward the earth amid a hundred thousand cries of "the end of the world!" Hence does Lucia's neatly-packaged interpretation of Fatima--an apparition in which, again, we Catholics are not even required to believe--seem to us unlikely and disproportional in the extreme, while neither the noted public nor her own later private visions/revelations hardly qualify to summarily up-end immemorial Catholic belief and practice, to send them sprawling on the ground. Mary rather in 1917--the only date in regard to Fatima which matters to us at all, here at the Crusade--urgently seeking a critical reclamation of the world in general and of Christian society in particular, with the true import of Fatima being a call to purity, goodness and holiness, to the timeless biblical "renewing of the face of the earth". Rather than a sedate sort of Catholicism which demands little of us at all. Offenses against purity and modesty of dress, speech and behavior--far more than any actual infractions against the person of Our Blessed Lady herself--having been those of which she spoke at Fatima as "wounding her Immaculate Heart, already pieced by so many thorns". Offenses against God, rather than against any creature, however august, after all and of course, being the ultimate cause of divine punishments: among which infractions any denials of Our Lady's privileges are indeed included, but sins thus specified at Fatima whose divinely-offending nature takes in much more amply any against the divine Moral Purity itself among men. That earthly reflection of the diamond-like holiness of the Divine Being which is given so little importance today, that wholesome integrity which alone sustains our friendship with God, and by which we are made to resemble Him in the most perfect and untrammeled way, that spotlessness after which we must at the very least aspire in some meaningful way. Striving as exhorted by the Savior to be "perfect, even as our Heavenly Father is perfect": even if, being weak, our efforts may often fail. That divine purity of which Mary's own is after all only a reflection, like the pale moon reflects the fiery sun--immemorial Catholic imagery's ceaselessly refrain--but infractions-against-which unspeakable divine holiness Mary herself repairs for in a special way, in her timeless Co-Redemptive role at the foot of the Cross. This Heart, the spotless inner chamber of this New Eve, the Heavenly antechamber of that of the Redeemer, His Humanity in turn hypostatically united with the Word of God: this human and divine interconnected spiritual Corridor of these Two Sacred Hearts, crossing frontiers of eternity, opening unto the very Godhead Itself, being the holy and inviting refuge of pure souls, whose humble entryway is the pure--and thus all-the-more whole and loving--Heart of the Heavenly Queen. That motherly portal which though immaculate inspires in we frail and sinful mortals no fear. With the divine holiness and purity generously and uniquely thus contained in this "spiritual vessel", as her litany indeed proclaims: this spotless inner sanctum, this Heart, of this New Eve: our very portal to purity and union with God. She who, if we will, carries us all lovingly there within, as affirmed in the fourth century by St. Augustine, as mother and mediatrix of Divine Grace, as her litany so marvelously exclaims, who at the foot of the Cross, in her Co-Redemptive way, perpetually and with particular pains repairs for these very sins against purity-of-heart, whose thorn-pierced pains are caused in particular by today's endless loss of priceless Baptismal Innocence in scandalized souls of the young, so often ending in the internal loss of their souls. These egregious offenses thus as noted directly attacking a purity of we weak human creatures thus subsumed into her very own, as the new and faithful Eve, the new Mother of Our Race, carrying us all in her most loving Heart, as mothers indeed do. This loss of purity of individual souls, in reparatory sufferings at the foot of the Cross, thus wounding her mortally in that loving interior home, that replica of both the divine love for souls and the divine purity, the Divine Being. A crystalline Font of which she perpetually partakes, at which her immaculate thirst for goodness is slaked: infractions thus plainly from every direction causing her Heart to be "pierced by thorns". God's purity having been offended by a mere creature thereupon requiring reparation by a Divine Person, taking upon Himself a human nature, in order thus to repair for us all, in the biblical "form of a slave". This a commission uniquely fulfilled in the only Son of a Father thus offended, Jesus Christ Our Lord. Mary then being that spotless New Eve who throughout all ages--from her place there at the timeless foot-of-the-Cross--cooperatively cements this newfound friendship between the infinite and the frail and temporal, the human and the divine, in intercessory efforts like those which good mothers might expend. Being that God-bearer or Theotocus (sp?) which all of us, according to our capacities, should be: she by her spotless Immaculate Conception the militant guardian of moral purity, we in our various stations, armed with mortifications and amendment-of-life, applying in each earthly setting and event this sorely-bought elixir of holiness, purity, the unblighted whole. This integrity which impurity, wickedness, depravity strain in their palsied way to shrivel and destroy: evil according to St. Thomas Aquinas being no reality in itself, only a lack, a theft from the integral whole, a robbery realized along depravity's myriad twisted paths, theaters and bit-part roles. We then in our humble participation in the purity, penitence and self-abnegation of Our Blessed Lady being defenders of the integrity of the family, of the Catholic neighborhood, of fatherhood, of the properly-conceived and distributively-organized state, in the rigorous punishment of serious crimes, in the honesty of weights and balances, and so on. No "faith without works" here at all, but a faith cofirmed and expressed in those good acts which our very rational nature requires that we perform, in daily testimony to what we believe within.
Significantly enough, in corroboration of this phenomenon of Lucia-supported wholesale departures of our day in regard to religion and faith, I am often forced to use the mode of citation of the paraphrase, taking this cautionary approach even if I am quite sure that my verbatim memory is literally correct. I myself having been to Fatima three separate times, having studied it assiduously over many more years as well, nonetheless taking this caveat largely because modern "Catholic" publishing firms cannot be trusted to accurately reproduce the original text of anything, even the Bible, thus to be quoted with no misgivings at all. (Website reproducers and other "authorities" are typically even worse.) Most or these publishing houses, like TAN or the one-time rock-solid Regnery, having been taken over already decades ago by stock-traded "big boy" entities--purely-external displays of Catholic piety notwithstanding--generational Catholic endeavors obtained under today's all-too-typical strange or questionable circumstances in all such things. Indeed, owners and executives of much of the original American-Catholic publishing world were lost in a plane crash back in the '60s, having unaccountably been assembled together in Chicago before proceeding in the same plane to New York for some nationwide meeting of publishers. This frightful tragedy extincting much of the dominant Catholic publishing industry worldwide, in the most thorough and staggering way. Paving the way for the subsequent takeover of much of the genuine Catholic literary establishment, not by venerably-regarded Catholic families but by stock-traded enterprises, as noted above. Were these Catholic publishers, so critically important to maintaining the Faith here in the USA and elsewhere, mostly quite vigilant in guarding the spirit and literal accuracy of whatever they would disseminate, men perhaps "not wise in the ways of this world": were they somehow led into this terrible trap, from which came such catastrophic losses to the Catholic cause? Indeed, as may have some bearing on this horrific matter, I myself knew the "executive secretary" of Regnery at the time, a woman with "solid Catholic credentials" already much too easy to secure back in those incipient "Spirit of Vatican II" days, she who had been the Directress of Training at Madonna House in Combermere, Ontario, Canada, where she was a "staff worker" for some ten years. A place where among other odd things, according to her own words, shared out to a great many souls, she had helped supervise a "mentally-therapeutic" nudist colony, in which all living there were required to partake, there on that northerly ground. An "experiment" to see if going around nude in front of one another would "cure" the "neuroses" which a more traditional Catholicism was with execrable false fervor said to cause. This woman, now deceased, having indeed been my own sister, Diane: she who as a finale to a long life strongly seasoned with the occult was to refuse the Sacraments at her death, saying "she didn't need them": which is the classic case of the reprobated, "finally-impenitent", Hell-bound soul. (Having refused Sacraments whose validity we ourselves indeed question, but in which she herself professed to believe.) A woman, this sister of mine, of whom much is indeed written, here and there, in various references on this site: a lady who, staggeringly-enough, worked for and was closely-trusted-by that also-doomed, also-Catholic, newspaper-world-figure Molly Zelko of Joliet, IL, our home town, that crusading investigative editor universally regarded as having been slain by the Mob for her printed revelations of their brutal local activities, a demise she herself had predicted before her mysterious disappearance. Molly said to have been deceived by "someone she knew and trusted", and thus fatally walking into a trap of some kind. Could Diane, then, in her pivotal role there at Regnery, have similarly helped-along this strange get-together of the bulk of the leaders of the Catholic publishing world, assembling them artfully there at their home office in Chicago, to send them afterward together on their way to their catastrophic doom? I can't think of anyone else who would have qualified so well for such a diabolical task.
But returning to our use of the paraphrase: hence this preference to quote from memory in almost every case is motivated by this same all-points plight of the Church today, of a loosening of the Bark of Peter from safe harbors, from ancient and unshakeable mooring-points of the past.
As might be anticipated from all the above, this failure of Lucia to "cling to that which is most ancient" was most fatally evident in her open acceptance of our sixty-year-old, still-reigning string of antipopes, stubbornly and immovably in place since the death of Pius XII: an incalculable moral calamity of whose coming advent she must have been apprised at the time of the Apparitions in 1917. The prophetic prediction of which externally-mounted takeover is without serious question contained in the so-called "Fatima Secret", placed indeed in the special care of Lucia herself, as eldest of the seers at that hallowed place. A missive whose first words, released "by accident", by Lucia's own testimony, ran "(Somewhere?) in Portugal the dogmas of the Faith will always be preserved....", thus plainly anticipating a catastrophic collapse in Catholic teaching worldwide as being at the heart of the "Secret", and the prime reason for the Apparitions themselves. A portion of Fatima meant not really to be "secret" but to be delivered personally to the Pope. This "secret" being simply that part of the Message thus qualified, but not really labeled as "secret" by Our Blessed Lady at all. Hardly thereafter rightly to be consigned to oblivion, after two real popes refused to make it public, or perhaps hadn't even read it, after it was likely-enough dismissed as "meaningless palaver" of some illiterate Portuguese kids, and perhaps even balled up and thrown away, by well-placed secret-society-operatives turned Vatican-officials, sinister figures already for a century infesting Vatican halls, as long beforehand admitted in masonic disclosures gloatingly set forth. A "Secret"--of which there are periodically announced new "genuine versions"--somehow thought as "too difficult to read or think about", being ruefully considered a missive whose full disclosure "the people would never understand". This dismissive statement, a "wadding up of an unwanted paper" all-its-own, having been heard from Lucia after the Apparitions of 1917, in staggering unison with Conchita vis-a-vis the whole still-largely-undisclosed Message of Garabandal. But this whole phenomenon of the "keeping of secrets" by Heaven is entirely unprecedented, with all Heavenly missives of the past given to saints and seers having been readily revealed, if they were of any import of a public kind at all. In today's catastrophe-breeding secrecy in realms of faith being uncovered a belittling of the faithful, of the common citizen, which rivals or exceeds any of the haughty airs of tyrants or pompous fools of the past, rightly revealing our "democratic" age to be one of uninhibited, firmly-entrenched control by an all-powerful, synagogue-enabled breed.
Hence dovetailing neatly with this "conspiracy of silence" and with Lucia's liberal proclivities would be her noted announcement--no "Secrets" here--of a whole string of new visions of an entirely different nature, perfectly private and personal in character, even if the claim is ceaselessly made that they were somehow "an integral part" of the Fatima Message itself. Visions starting some ten years after those of the Cova de Aria and their electrifying public manifestations. These latter true prodigies witnessed indeed and as noted by a hundred thousand souls, and duly reported in the Portuguese newspapers of the times: whose reporters had come to mock and ridicule, but who came away shaken to the bone, with pious acknowledgments on their every printed page. By contrast, these subsequent visions of Lucia, to be found at the time in the obscurity of a Carmelite convent in Spain, then continuing in a fairly long train for several years, into the 1930s: strictly-private revelations whose effect however might be likened to the changing of the course of a might river: the wide torrent of the Fatima Message itself. Sending it off into featureless plains of the commonplace, totally changing the Apocalyptic meaning and purpose which lent it such awesome, towering popular force. These putative new revelations mostly promoting a simple devotional exercise, one of them accompanied by a vision of Mary holding a chalice into which falls the Blood of Jesus, as He hung on the Cross, a reproduction rendered by an artist in a strange and oddly-repugnant way. These "new rulings" of Lucia likewise presuming to overturn the entire Catholic edifice of penance or mortification, in a "demand" supposedly from Heaven, that "from now on" these be "limited" only to those "proper to ones state in life". Again, all these words, although quite materially accurate, are cited in paraphrase.
Hence, on to the theme of this piece: victim that he was to the densely confused world of an antipope-driven post-Vatican-II, the good and dutiful Guido poured all his marvelous diction and sublime Marian devotion into a fervent promotion of Lucia's "Five First Saturdays devotion" together with an analysis of those putative "Five Sins against the Immaculate Heart of Mary" which supposedly prompted this set of devotional practices, enjoined upon us from Mary's motherly hand. Indeed, a part of the result of Guido's untiring effort is to be found on the internet, when you google in "Guido Delrose". These incongruous but allegedly-chastizement-drawing sins, misidentified so late by Lucia as drawing down calamities from the sky, having mostly to do with aspersions directly or indirectly cast upon Our Blessed Lady's perpetual virginity, as noted above. Guido's related talks and essays having been thus deflected from above-noted indubitable, genuine "offenses against the Immaculate Heart of Mary", lamented monthly by Our Blessed Lady over most of 1917, whose nature she would have assumed to be easily understood, at least by those with simple and devoted hearts. Namely those sole inheriters of salvation who "become as little children", according to the words of Our Blessed Lord. These misinterpretations coming from this now-departed saintly man, my own principal guide and confidant in earlier years, he whose strange and untimely death we firmly believe betokened his murder, in martyrdom for the Faith, as discussed in another link on this page. This whole matter of the "Five Sins" having as noted above been "revealed" to Sr. Lucy at least ten years after the Fatima apparitions themselves, later alleged communications there in that Carmelite convent of Tuy (sp?) in Spain into which she had buried herself, contrary to both Our Blessed Lady's implicit direction and the wishes of her superiors, episcopal and otherwise, all the way up to the Vatican itself. The latter all-determining top tribunal from whence she finally received her green light to enter Carmel--a strictly-contemplative, indeed eremitical Order--thereby obviating any significant chance of her "spreading devotion to Mary's Immaculate Heart", as commanded by Our Blessed Lady herself in 1917. This injunction which as events would so soon and bruisingly prove needed Lucia not to hide herself in a contemplative convent at all, but rather to "ride herd" on lukewarm souls and synagogue funded or inspired enemy Church-infiltrators alike: these latter moles and turncoats already vigorously active in the Apostolic Age, ruefully discussed in the Epistles, and plaguing the Church throughout Anno Domino centuries since that time. This instruction being given to Lucia by Our Blessed Lady just after her promise of Heaven to the younger seers Francisco and Jacinta, their holy deaths destined to take place indeed in a very short time: while this unique stipulation to the eldest is so worded as to plainly suggests a condition for her own eternal salvation as well.
Thus do we strongly suspect that Lucia's entry into Carmel was the outcome of a tacit agreement with corrupted Vatican officials, which in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries have been positively rife, above-noted secret-society moles for some time already slyly investing its august halls, whose ever-multiplying machinations would ultimately bring about the rogue-council Vatican II, opening the doors to the moral and doctrinal chaos which now proceeds out of Rome, and which Lucia's approach did nothing to forestall. An impunity-driven pandemonium which has intensified steadily since that gathering of 1962 to '65. These Vatican officials, as we postulate, having stipulated to Lucia, as a condition for her desired entry into Carmel, that in those rare times when she would have any public exposure at all she must interpret the Fatima Message in just the above-noted off-center and misleading way, as referring to those "five sins" mentioned above. Sins against the Heart of Mary of which I myself never heard any mention at all, and certainly not as thus oddly specified, in my twelve years of Catholic education, back in my youth in the fifties and sixties when the true Church hadn't yet been basically driven underground. Fatima itself, as we believe, and as noted above, striking at the principal, towering wrongs of our day, those of impurity and immodesty of dress, language, song and behavior, and all the other catastrophic, society-wide ills they bring in their wake. Those grave purity-related sins, already rampant at the time of the Apparitions, which would culminate in the present mad popular rush over the biblical cliff into the filthy chasm of sodomy. That abomination which if left unchecked will quickly produce another Sodom and Gomorrah in any land. Especially where myriad mind-polluting demons are given such total "legal" sway as they are in the USA today. This an abyss into which the herd of swine which humanity is fast becoming is casting itself in mounting numbers today, a moral and social sinkhole which promises to bring about the long-predicted incineration of the earth, forcast both by Catholic saints and in biblical page, in a perfect if much larger replica of the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah of ages past. We at the Anti-Sodomy Crusade, with its political arms the Frankpledge Party and the New and Better Confederacy, now resolutely preparing both for this impending punishment and the much-prophesied foregoing battle of the good against overwhelming odds, a contest which, albeit often desperate, we will ultimately win hands down, as predicted repeatedly by Scripture and seer alike. A war we will conduct with every means at our disposal and with the aid of all the Heavenly host: hardly any contest for which Lucia's irrelevant, trivializing digressions would seem to prepare.
But the stand taken by sedevacantists such as ourselves--in acknowledging possibilities or certainties that aren't "fanatical" at all, but very canny and realistic indeed--is summarily "diagnosed", by all these budding Catholic freudians, as, you guessed it, a "phobia", one which might be called "anti-pope phobia"--allegedly a deadly mental disease indeed. We being treated, by these supposed defenders of Our Lady and the Faith, to much the same sort of mockery and dismissal we receive out here on Crusade at the hands of the sodomites and their supporters, being styled by the latter as "homophobes" for resolutely standing opposed to this abominable socio-legal institution which is the curtain-call of the coming punishment of mankind. Thus plainly the approach to Fatima taken by Sr. Lucia, one so different from the virility and militancy of her two younger visionary companions, was a vanguard installment of today's dominant "politically correct" Catholicism, one which recoils from "offending anyone", which tolerates with little complaint those modern fashions, attitudes, language and song, the cultural slide toward perversion: all of which plainly offend both Our Lady and Our Blessed Lord. A new and unprecedented Catholicism which likewise smilingly omits to exhort-against significant moral infractions of "devout" Catholics--the dress-length to the middle of the knee, the neckline well below immemorial standards, the tight and revealing cut of the cloth, the watching of a movie with a lewd scene or three, the uncharitable lunch-table or office-water-cooler palaver, the neighbor-oblivion and unkindness of modern American life, the unquestioned acceptance on ongoing American false-flag, aggressive war--all of these typical of today's Catholic carelessness of heart and mind. Such a lax mindset, sometimes if not always involving grave sin, yet readily leading to same, which as we contend Lucia inevitably encouraged among Catholics and mankind at large, by the mammoth omissions which her interpretation of Fatima represents, a demolition enabled by her prestigeous position in so many minds. Thus paving the "broad way" by which today no appreciable struggle is undertaken against an overwhelming popular deluge of filth, perversion, disrespect for parental and especially fatherly authority, and related moral ills. Those sins and crimes which indeed so wound Our Lady's Immaculate Heart. This moral epidemic and the struggle it will entail thus growing more momentous each day in size: in an approaching showdown which cannot be avoided, no matter how much, with noted effort-thrifty piety, we might "bury our heads in the sand". A growing moral calamity which decades of politically-correct Catholics have watched, too often with a dismissive throw of the hand, while it debauches upon our young, upon the entire human race, from nether regions below.
Plainly of a piece with Lucia's mistaken understanding of the central import of Our Lady's words in 1917, and worthy of redundant consideration here, is her noted novel teaching on penance and mortification: this in turn amply discouraging the immemorial self-disciplined Catholic spirit of vigilance, of biblical "sober watchfulness", practices "most ancient" which our age so singularly and urgently requires. Her new penance-doctrine, the last I knew seldom discussed any longer in Fatima circles, but taken for granted in all they say and do, while back in the fifties of great import in the molding of the Catholic mind, being released around the same time as Lucia's digressions on "The Five Sins", all alike purportedly drawn from locutions of the same Blessed Lady, addressed to her there at Tuy. Again to paraphrase, the new take on penance alleges that only those mortifications somehow associated with ones state-in-life are the ones "heaven now demands": as if "Jesus Christ" were not "the same yesterday, today and forever"; as if the only Catholicism worth the name were not that body of beliefs and practices faithfully "handed down to you", and not to be departed from at all, "even by an angel of light", as admonished by direct command indeed of the Apostles, most notably St. Paul. Thus too directly impugned, staggeringly enough, are the strenuous penances undertaken by the younger two seers themselves: as in the giving of their ration of water, on the hot Portuguese sierra of that summer of 1917, to their sheep, even though "their heads ached" as a consequence, and many other similar acts of self-denial by these youngsters as well. Mortifications indeed which Our Blessed Lady herself approved in the course of one of the six monthly apparitions at the Cova de Iria, with the exception of the children's wearing to bed at night of coarse hemp-rope around their waists, which she said would prevent them from getting needed rest. Thus as a result of this "new" and unprecedented "ruling" on penance God is portrayed by Lucia as "changing His mind", indeed as enthusiastically approving the noted "up to date" Catholicism, one painless in the extreme. Since plainly-enough any maddeningly-generic palaver about penance being, "by heavenly demand", limited to that somehow "associated with ones state in life" will encourage all kinds of laxity, while less-admittedly opening the door to any number of moral compromises needed to "hold that job" or keep that social position, staples readily associated with ones "state in life". Such unworthy considerations by dint of Lucia's "new ruling" having over the decades if with deafening non-admission been elevated to the do-all and the end-all of Catholic life: conjectures and assumptions strongly bolstering by false but shame-driven blandishments about "duty" which the devil ever dangles before care-harried Catholic minds. Hence today's unconscious slide away from that holiness after which we must all strive, a disciplined rectitude so plainly commanded by Our Blessed Lord, in His solemn injunction that we be "perfect, even as your heavenly Father is perfect". Treading as we so easily do a shifting shale on a downward slope, as subsequent events and attitudes among piety-surrendering Catholics would so thunderously prove-out. Such an interpretation likewise opening the door to a harsh, sometimes indeed brutal, persecution at the hands of other Catholics toward those who seek the biblical "more excellent way", who are willing to be as hard on themselves as God's grace would allow or encourage, so as to be stoutly armed against today-multipling wiles of the infernal foe. To gain that hard-won discernment-of-spirits which according to men like St. Jerome only rigorous penitence can dependably bring about: even if in the process losing a ("state-of-life necessary") job or social position for "offending someone" or for "not fitting in". In other words, for choosing a "correct", painless Catholicism in place of one that "has some teeth".
Because of detours-in-thinking of all the above, convinced of Lucia's rectitude in all regards, as most of us had indeed been for the longest time, Guido was constrained to enter into realms of the tangential and obscure in his writings and talks, vaining pursuing phantoms unworthy of the rare genius and devotion that was his. This from a man otherwise unparalleled in his practice and understanding of DeMontfort's "True Devotion to Mary", to which indeed he introduced me, at the age of 23, in 1969, just back from service in Vietnam. Guido having been recommended by a monk at Our Lady of New Melleray outside Dubuque, IA, where I often back then took retreats, as a model and guide for my soul, then at a crossroads of sorts. Guido however by dint of Lucia's interpretations finding a host of hidden sins and symbolic meanings where candid Marian statements had actually prevailed. In defense of her Immaculate Heart, yes indeed, but as wounded not really by personal insults but "by the sins of men". What then are these sins, if committed against her Most Pure Heart, if not sins of impurity properly-so-called? She being wounded by them because she is the New Eve, the true mother of our race, and is deeply hurt by the loss of even one of her children to the perdition-breeding prurient onslaught of our day. Rather than those earth-shaking sins "which wound her Heart at every turn" being rightly taken as simple aspersions upon her spotless character: serious-enough sins indeed but of entirely different order than those of which she so gravely speaks. Guido thus deluded citing sins of Marian-hostile propaganda, or public atmosphere, things of which he in one article speaks: open or insidious onslaughts which, as he declares, to paraphrase, "rob her of her children"--meaning all potentially-Mary-imitating souls--by sullying and brainwashing them beyond repair. Are we then to do penance for these Jews and radical bible-only heretics who hate our religion, and by every means at their disposal do indeed rob Mary of these offsprings of the soul? And by dint of such externally-directed penance thereby save the world from the coming ruin? A long route indeed to take around a subject as simple and straightforward as can be: namely that it is the purity, modesty, moral-simplicity of mankind--rather than accurate perceptions of herself--that are under attack by "sins against her Immaculate Heart". Offenses which sly machinations of Jews and ignorant comments of heretics are only instrumental in bringing about, their insults and false-doctrines in any case hardly so new as to merit such a stupendous celestial manifestation, irreverent notions going back as they do in some ways to the time of the Apostles, of Our Blessed Lord Himself. The truly deadly infractions against that all-pure Heart rather in an all-important existential sense directly attacking her spotless innocence and purity as reproduced in our souls: a birthright which by her title Mother of Divine Grace she ever transmits to her sorely-embattled children here on earth.
Hence as noted and within the context examined here can be amply understood Lucia's obvious acceptance of the present long, unprecedented string of anti-popes, as well as of the rogue-council Vatican II. This proof-in-the-pudding to be joined by her apparent deafening silence over such widespread moral failings as immodesty-of-dress, as stunningly exhibited by those Catholic grade-school nuns of the seventies and eighties who veritably "rescued" the morally-abominable miniskirt from well-deserved abandonment by the Paris and New York Jewish fashion world. This simply by mandating this egregious form of immodesty as the norm in Catholic school uniforms for girls. Ah, yes: no "fanatical neuroses" here: this "foreward-looking" moral surrender suggesting in some measure one Catholic institution which around 1960 required its staff members to practice naked-as-a-jaybird nudism now and again, for the same "therapeutic" cause.
But as briefly mentioned above, the remedy put forward by, and allegedly revealed-to, Lucia for the impending cataclysm is the Five First Saturday's devotion: a simple set of Sacrament-receptions and devotional practices, without mention of any change-of-life away from prevalent offenses of today, seen among those of all faiths, some of them exceedingly grave. These powered in turn among Catholics by teachings of antipopes, a rogue council, and a vitiated sacramentary as well. These unprecedented failings alone, together with today's monumental perversion and wholesale aggressive warfare, quicksand into which mankind is slipping so quickly as I write, being proportional to the coming cataclysm. Wrongs hardly to be allayed by simply saying a few prayers, without any strong efforts and exhortations toward Catholic innocence and holiness of life: these immemorial legacies, on the contrary, thanks in great measure to Lucia, now too typically if ill-admittedly classed as fanaticism by all but a few. The punishment now looming, indeed already commencing in frightful cosmic and weather anomalies discussed often on this page, and described beyond any doubt in the genuine Fatima "Secret", and openly found in general terms in the Message of Garabandal as well. A globe-consuming calamity in which two-thirds to three-quarters of the human race will be burned, consumed, as at Sodom, as we are indeed assured by other Catholic prophesies of the millennia as well. This coming aweful chastizement which present solar, weather-related events clearly portend in the most unmistakeable way--a calamity previewed indeed in the very skies above Fatima in that October of 1917--this incineration which provides the terrible if sometimes-wondered-about meaning for the frightful Fatima Miracle of the Sun, in which the sun seemed to plummet in terrifying gyrations toward the earth, and deep rain-puddles from a recent incessant deluge (sound familiar?) instantly dried up in the heat, in some few minutes leaving all things bone dry. The way to ward off this punishment, according to Lucia, being neatly provided in the devotion of the Five First Saturdays, held to be precisely and sufficiently reparatory for the much-made-over Five Sins, with a deafening silence accorded to the moral epidemics of our day. This simple devotional exercise, of prayers, of Mass, of Confession and Communion: indeed a perfect replica on every point, except for the numbers, of the (genuine) Nine First Saturdays of St. Margaret Mary Alocoque. That late seventeenth-century divinely-revealed devotion which carries the promise "at the moment of death" of "all the graces necessary for salvation" to those who perform its exercise with a sincere heart: a promise likewise oddly-enough included in this shorter exercise of Lucia. She who plainly considered herself a towering mystic on the order of the same holy nun of early-modern France: after having rejected in practical terms a commission of the most laboriously-action-emmersed kind given her so solemnly by Our Blessed Lady herself, at the last Fatima apparition in October, 1917. Rather claiming to have much later received from her a Five First Saturdays devotion, a set of prayers and practices whose comparative brevity-of-effort matches well Lucia's above-noted implicit truncation of the need for penances, or Catholic disciplines or observances, of every kind.
November 1, 2018: "Woman, behold thy son; and after that, He saith to the disciple, behold thy mother" (John 19, 26-27). These biblical lines, one of the "Seven Last Words", are no mere record of any simple earthly arrangement or mundane event.
Our Blessed Lady was positively surrounded by good and pious relatives and friends who would have seen after her needs subsequent to the Crucifixion, Resurrection and Ascension of Our Lord Jesus Christ: Mary being described in the first chapter of The Acts as having been at the very center of that first Christian community in Jerusalem, she who in any case was not subject to infirmities of mortal men, penalties that are the fruit of that Original Sin from which she was so singularly exempt. Our Lady surviving indeed in perfect youth and health until the day of her voluntarily-accepted death and Assumption into Heaven body and soul three days later: thus needing no "caretaker" at all, as follows directly from her ineffable privileges.
Here however, striking closely to the true import of these lines, we find the recurrent, scripturally-recounted use by Our Blessed Lord of the word "woman" when addressing his Most Holy Mother. Can we then, like so many "bible-only" Protestants of today, assume that Jesus always spoke to His Mother in this extremely formal, to some heretical ears indeed even "cold" way? When even to Mary Magdalene, at the tomb, He spoke using her first name, in the most affectionate manner? Nay, rather, the Scripture is always symbolic of something deeper yet than the words themselves could by their own merit contain: as they who accord the written word so much exclusive importance should be first to understand. Hence here again as at the finding of the child Jesus in the Temple, or the marriage feast at Cana, Our Lord's use of the word "woman" in addressing Mary has a monumental significance, noted elsewhere on this page, one indeed which scans the entire history of Salvation, going all the way back to the Garden of Eden. This mysterious appellation marking the positive identification of Mary with "the woman" for whose blessed heel the Devil would "lie in wait", with his pride, his temporary victory in Eden, to be ignominiously crushed thereby. Thus by repeated use of this formal expression does Christ constantly reiterate and destine for biblical lines Mary's central Co-Redemptive role, as the New and faithful Eve, the pure clay from which the human nature of the New Adam would in a future age be formed: she being made so immaculate by dint of the Redemptive Passion of the Son of God, her own Son, yet to come. The two, Jesus and Mary--in Catholic parlance often styled "The Two Sacred Hearts", in heightened recognition of intimately-shared manifold agonies involved--then co-repairing for the sins of men over time. "Woman" furthermore by means of this cooperative sovereign reclamation having raised her sex, repairing for the first and fallen Eve, to those levels of honor which womanhood is accorded in genuine, timeless Catholic Civilization, in a noble chivalry so lacking in heresy's ever-blighted view of the Mother of God, indeed of all of human life. The central trend of false doctrines sown by an alliance of Satan and the Synagogue being to denigrate, to lessen, to parsimoniously restrict praise and honor: whether for God, for the Most Holy Mother, for the angels and saints, indeed for mortal man himself, who although laying just claim to a lesser measure, yet nonetheless ever stands in need of same. For kind words, for love, for encouragement along this earth's rocky road to God. "Bible only" Protestantism, in historical unison with violent sects like the Albigensians of medieval times, hardly living up to those beloved biblical lines, descriptive of early Christians, "see how much they love one another!", as heard so often even from pagan lips of the times. Rather being habitually judgmental, harsh in their treatment of things and people both of this world and of the world to come, as they show themselves so clearly to be in their analysis of the word "Woman", finding temerity to harshly analyze and misjudge words found on the lips of Our Blessed Lord. The leitmotif of these heretics being foremost to give little abiding attention to things of the heart or soul; to worry only about "putting bread on the table", in an absorbing preoccupation indeed specifically condemned by Our Blessed Lord. He Who commands us rather indeed to put such worries over purely-earthly matters aside, with His merciful and reassuring words, "seek ye first the kingdom of Heaven and its righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides".
And finally, it is at the foot of the Cross that this mysterious last will and testament is so formally announced, that timeless place where all the children of Mary are joined to her in deepest participation in the holy Passion. Uniting their sufferings with hers, and thereby most humbly, closely and fittingly with those of her Son, of Whom they are symbolically made as it were "surviving brethren" in this bequeath to St. John, who might indeed in this sense be called the eldest brother of us all. That Blessed Lady thus adopting to herself her spiritual children, joining them there on Calvary to her "one same sacrifice" with the Savior (Our Lord to Berthe Petit). The "adoption" of St. John described in the biblical line being thus subsumed into this same timeless, definitive, ceremonial, communitarian aspect of the Passion, of which we are enjoined "to make up what is lacking", being members of His Mystical Body. Making St. John indeed the prime personal symbol of the Christian reparatory community thereby. This special privilege of St. John, of such singularly-close association with both the Cross and the New Eve who stood steadfast beneath, "close to Jesus to the last" (from English translation of the early-medieval hymn "Stabat Mater"), was bestowed upon "the disciple whom Jesus loved": he being thereby so fittingly the original pattern of the Christian-era mystical soul, being the primier mold into which all others destined to be so marvelously endowed would be poured. Hence are two principal, monumental things affirmed and illustrated in this solemn bestowal, this adoption there at the foot of the Cross: both the inseparable identification of generously-accepted suffering with any close relationship to Christ, in a Calvary-defined intimacy personified in St. John--hardly the typical painless "contract" of the faith-only crowd--and likewise the degree to which intimate closeness to God must be matched by a proportional closeness to Mary, as John's newly-appointed station as her child and protector so forcefully implies. He being symbolic of the faithful as a whole, we who must always be ready to lay down our lives for Our Mother's holy name.
October 23, 2018: The new radical Faith Without Works: the final Neo-Baptist absolving of all wrong, the ultimate "sanitary", anti-matter/Manichaean divorce of the Gospel from all human life. Article developed into November.
The Yankee transformation of the Christian into the "tough guy" is most evident here, while the Catholic piety, compassion, honor is all rejected as at best unnecessary, at worst unmanly. Catholic chivalry and inner sensitivity having been brutally crushed under the Nazi hip-boot during the mid-twentieth century, and is now under attack by a long-standing Yankee drug-pusher/boom-box culture, as "patriotically" forced upon mankind not only with digital devices but also with armored columns and atomic bombs. Hence of a piece with same was our recent encounter with a Baptist minister of an entirely new kind--if he was a real person, and not an apparition out of Hell--he whose most radical of many theological departures holds that good conduct has nothing whatever to do with salvation: that those terrible punishments continually threatened in Holy Scripture are all of a temporary, earthly kind, to end with death, when applied to those "who have been saved". The incongruous car-salesman-like manner and pitch of so many of today's heretical preachers was especially evident in this strange and oddly-menacing man, he who found much to admire in Adolph Hitler himself, introducing us indeed to a "new model" of Christianity just off the heretical assembly lines. Those entirely free-standing enterprises with no connection at all to the Church founded by Our Blessed Lord two thousand years ago. This radical new species of Detroit-modeled religion unveiled to us the other day having been firmly repudiated, already centuries ago, by Martin Luther, in his own less-extreme "bible-based" departures: if themselves essentially foreign to the Church of the Apostles, rather irrupting suddenly some fifteen hundred years after Christ, at the dawn of modern times. Heresy of all kinds most typically being based on that "letter (which) killeth", as opposed to that "Spirit (which) giveth life": vainly imagining that divinely-revealed religion could be contained between the covers of a book, however exalted it might be, rather than being properly tied to that Rock of Peter, the very earthly mouthpiece of that true God "Who can neither deceive nor be deceived". The heretical quasi-Islamic apotheosis of biblical pages, a Koran-like elevation of the written word to the status of an emanation of the divine, being inevitably marked by a stiff and stilted approach to faith, as if to slap us all on the wrist for grammatical errors rather than those of heart or mind, a punctillious "choking on (verbal) gnats" so distinct from living triumphs and viscisitudes of a Catholic Church guided by that same Divine Dove. A Body of the Faithful struggling, often heroically, to keep the faith vigorous and alive, in imitation of that divine Savior Who so prodigally poured out His Blood, and abundantly gave His Life.
Hence does the Catholic Epistle of St. James thunder against these heretics, an ilk always much the same since Apostolic times, whom he describes so forcefully as "clouds without rain", as abominable sources of perversion, as sterile teachers such as this neo-Baptist minister so epitomized, in his long-winded, blustering, bible-thumping way: error and folly always being the case when we misconstrue the living Church which Christ founded as being a simple declaration, based in turn on a book, and nothing more. Rather than humbly and piously acknowledging, as much as we may indeed love the book, that the One True Church is ruled by a heirarchy firmly established on the Rock of Peter, guided by that Holy Ghost Who ceaselessly "recalls to our minds all things that He (Christ) has taught us". Heretics rather desiring an undemanding religion suited to fits and starts of their own rebellious souls: like juvenile delinquents with chins jutting forward, spurning the gentle rule of dad. Catholicism with a heirarchy morally-fallible indeed, yet in their oral-tradition-sustained, constantly-"handed down" majesterial teaching, confirmed "from the chair of Peter", doctrinally without a flaw. Even if today, as long predicted by Scripture and saintly seer alike, Rome is suffering a latter-day invasion, a purely-externally-mounted and sustained doctrinal-contamination, carried out by synagogue-sponsored secret-society (mostly Masonic) moles, close-cousin to earlier Church-infiltrators of ages past from the same secular realms. Namely those agents of Jewish lucre whose patience and bitter zeal funded, motivated and sometimes gave armed support to Lutheranism and the other thousands of Protestant creeds. This new outburst of alien-introduced error within the very Church itself coming to full flower at the rogue-council Vatican II, being no actual Catholic development at all: one soon indeed, as likewise prophesied, to be ejected and vanquished to nether regions from whence it came.
Heresy typically starts on its winding path by claiming that the Church "immerses itself much too deeply in earthly affairs"--when in fact any religion designed for human participation must by definition concern itself with earthly things: as we earthlings most decidedly don't dart around Heaven with silvery wings. Hence do these myriad "Christian" religions not even use the word "religion", since that suggests, you guessed it, those materially expressed or accomplished rites and embellishments which human art and devotion so readily and earnestly supply, and which human nature perforce demands in any earthly worship of God. This erroneous disposition of the mind and heart--of those heretics who as the Apostle states "separated themselves from us"--being purist, puritanical, even indeed "matter is evil, spirit is good" Manichaean to the very core. Why such a disparity? Aha, here at last we arrive at the heart of the matter: simply because of Satan's hatred and furious rejection of the coming of the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity in the lowly physical form of a human being: the revelation of which future fact, according to various saintly Catholic authors, was the test which the proud Devil so miserably failed, together with those hosts who followed him in his rebellion, and forthwith into Hell. The fiend always seeking to transplant this proud and arrogant anti-life, anti-human disposition into the hearts of men. While finally, alas, things of the heart and soul when expressed in frail human forms--magnificent as the Church's traditional liturgy certainly is--are very easy to mock and scorn, to make into the butt of sarcasm, inuendo, sardonic remarks: Catholic rites, pomp and ceremony, reverential material forms, required of us indeed by God, being prime targets of such cleaply-bought, sorely-misplaced "Reformer zeal". That mockery to which we two crusaders were generously exposed as well, the other day, at the hands of this insufferable heretic and bore.
Predictably too did this fulminating neo-Baptist absolve the ever purist, hand-washing, whited-sepulcher Jews from all blame--as the signature-Yankee sanctification of the modern State of Israel essentially requires, a militant cause which most of these innovators secretly or openly embrace--laying blame for all Jewish perfidy of the Christian era upon those legendary "Kaisars" said to have inhabited early-medieval East/West trade-route regions. People said back then, as related to us in accents of those who are making up history as they go along, to have astutely chosen Judaism en masse as their religion, for reasons of money and power. And then gone on from there over centuries somehow to impose their will upon all mankind in the most brutal and ruthless way, while using Judaism as a disguise, a biblical "cloak for malice". Kaisars credited--as these self-made teachers always love to "kill two birds with one stone"--with having later stealthily transported their murderous regime to Russia, just as Moscovy was making its first tumultous appearances somewhere around the close of the first Christian millennium, as a enforcer of alien Tatar rule: hence cleverly exposing Moscow today to accusations with "deep roots in the past". "Kazaria"--said to have been "the most powerful nation of its time", yet not leaving behind so much as a syllable of the language it is said to have used--this being an ideal fictional scapegoat upon which to heap all blame for monumental, perpetual Jewish crimes. This while a very real and bloody Israel and all Judaism reputedly gets by without a single guilty stain, in their schemes toward a rigid and ruthless control of all human life, coming to stark fruition today, with the synagogue being the puppeteer who pulls the strings on "democratic" puppet-regimes like the USA. But in fact, if this "Kaisar" people ever actually existed, they were probably Jewish merchants and their underlings operating caravans and such-like along the "Silk Road", speaking Yiddish and not some language mysteriously "lost to the memory of man", greedily plying that immemorial trade-route between East and West. A commercial artery which ran through exactly the same West-Asian route where "the terrible Kaisars" were said to have lived. These true-blue Jews an ilk likely-enough associated in the Eastern mind with Caesar or "the Kaiser", almost the same word as Kaisar or Kaysar (both spellings are typically in use by a certain lecture-giving, book-signing breed), wheeler-dealers perceived over centuries as carrying the Western commercial writ, as serving the Roman and later German Emperor in a general way, and thus being off-handedly given that name. Such a characterization as careless colloquial manners of commerce might easily do. But this strange "Kaisar" absolution of the Jews, coined as suggested by some book-tour author back in the 1960s or 70s, as I recall, a thick volume I once indeed held in my own very hand, matches the new faith-without-works in a perfectly seamless way. As thereby, in that easy logic which is the trademark of all such slippery things, any Israeli enormity against Arabs or the human race can be blamed on "you know who", Kaisars allegedly somehow mysteriously still around, notably controlling Russia and Putin. With the latter's signature respectful economy-of-words, the mark of any true statesman, forthwith taken as a sign of the secretive, of duplicity, in a callous misrepresentation of a tranquil and inoffensive spirit which all true Christians must indeed suffer today. This "jump the gun Harry" spring-loaded attitude being with Hannity-heroism held as a "sad but necessary" thing in order to "finally free the Jews" from mass-murder and misrepresentation. For which purposes the Yankee liberty without moral bounds will always lend a hand, or at least "look the other way". Purveyors of error always coming up with these new "historical discoveries" or other cunning schemes: deceivers with whom Peter alone is prepared to deal, aided by those heavenly graces of which the Church alone is the full and adequate receptacle, as can hardly be said of a good but inanimate book.
But in fact each of these bible-thumping preachers wants to be another pope, making solemn doctrinal definitions such as this strange man made the other day, condemning others in harsh railings such as even the Archangel St. Michael shrunk from using against Satan, when "contending with him over the body of Moses", as Holy Scripture relates.
But may I ask, regarding the many schismatic and heretical denominations which have proliferated since Luther's time: have they shown us many stunning models of lay or clerical good behavior, let alone of doctrinal uniformity, over the past five hundred years? Protestantism in all its many gnat-choking shades and varieties, perpetual book-signers, sidewalk-debaters and pulpit-and-radio contenders--invariably allied with secret societies like Masonry, and funded and fostered by carnal Jews--represents to varying degrees and as noted above the retreat of Christianity into a fatal irrelevance to human life: that very decontextualization, if always awash with eloquence, theater and sanctimony, that the Jews have perpetually labored to produce in ecclesiastical precincts since the Apostles walked the earth. The One True Church having rather been founded by Christ to saturate human existence and institutions, to rule them with a loving hand, and "not for filthy lucre's sake", through the instrumentality of the clergy and those Catholic states which obey priestly moral leadership in every regard.
Hence as all the above confirms this Neo-Baptist kind of "Christianity" is the ideal confessionally-motivated vessel of Trump's much-propagandized brutal "no holds barred" Yankee agenda: one which matches Sherman's March to the Sea--but this time to the seven seas--on every score. Unless, by some stretch, and as noted above, this rank falsehood, of salvation requiring no good conduct at all, of whose stark and morally-dead reaches we have never heard a single breath before: unless this "ear itching" new doctrine was actually announced to us by a fiend out of Hell, in vituperations designed to make us look like victims of fantasy, fulminate energetically against a stark caricature that doesn't even exist. A possibility we have ruefully wondered-about ever since: so astonishing were the man's pronouncements to we Crusaders, who have no time for such nonsense at all, who did a gaping "double-take" as we listened, rooted to the spot. This man plying a belief indeed whose impious tenants I can barely imagine anyone accepting at all. This stark repudiation of good conduct which Luther himself, in his "Table Talk", rejected with utmost contempt, an order-overthrowing mendacity which traditional Baptists shudder to even contemplate, having always hedged about their "faith alone" central doctrine with qualifiers, lest they seem to be suggesting such an abominable, Hell-bound idea. But again, such heedless precipitation is perfect suited to aims of the ever theatrical and impressive Donald: of aggressive warfare, of the low-brow persecution of minorities, of Mexicans in particular, of the poor in general, of today's Oval-Office-ignored progressive perversion of youth into the hellish thralldom of sodomy "self identification". A march-into-Hell continuing its rapid cadence going on three years now, notwithstanding meagerly-effective minting or rescinding of executive "orders" or "advices", or red-faced-angry supporter and commentator retorts that "he's busy with other things now", that "he's got so many enemies that he can't concern himself with too many things", and so on. Rapidly developing in the USA being a moral killing-field, a "broad way leading to destruction" from which, once entered, few persons or nations ever return: for which reason we advocate the resolute drawing of "a line in the sand", of a New and Better Confederacy, and ultimately, at a fast-approaching eleventh hour, the universal reestablishment of Catholic states. All of this by both Heavenly intervention, such as has already begun now, and by overwhelming popular choice: a course-of-action, a resurgence of militant and practice-oriented faith, whose critical necessity will become plainly evident in a very short time. The floodgates of today's moral anarchy being thrown open wide by the likes of this misguided minister met some few days ago: according to whose strange creed and as noted above you don't have to be any good at all in order to be saved, and by the same downward logic, neither does the USA have to improve in any way. That the one exclusive requirement for salvation is to "believe on Him", and not really at all to be good. This kind of "faith", said the preacher, similarly requiring no emotion or feeling at all, being simply the arm's length, car-salesman-like handshake-with-God, while likewise dispensed-with thereby is any need-for, or any much purpose to, consolations-in-prayer or miraculous aid. This new radical Baptist shunting of faith into practical and even spiritual oblivion being less-admittedly tailor-made not for children of God but for complete scoundrels, they who are always looking for an excuse for their rapacious lusts and murderous greed, who have "no problem" with governments by which the good are systemmatically betrayed, uprooted and destroyed, both at home and across the globe. The whole virtue of this signature-Yankee sort of liberty being thought to lie in "putting bread on the table", together with all the moral compromises which well-paying jobs and related circumstances, in such a system, inevitably entail. Christianity all the while being thrown a few crumbs, a pro-life Supreme Court Justice here, a tax-break there, a proliferation of new "job creating" but earth-ruinous and gratuitous, geo-strategically-motivated fracking-stations over there, and the like.
Here too the final upshot of that above-noted empire which Judeo-Masonry and its heretical allies first erected on these shores: already in the late 1700s a Rothschild-piloted international piracy ultimately imposed upon both Hemispheres, and now rapaciously eyeing an entire globe. A Bluebeard regime--a name we must call it, all the while we love both the people and the land--whose main fife-and-drum purpose has been the sedulous uprooting of genuine Christian and Catholic Faith, watered here by the blood of thousands of martyrs both clerical and lay, both native and European, since early modern times. This contrary lodge-hall agenda overcoming that Kingdom of God, ruled from Heaven but lovingly expressed in earthly things, commanded in the Our Father, which had stood so majestically here before. Catholic America, both French and Spanish, taken under prodigally-miraculous Heavenly patronage by Our Lady of Guadalupe already scarcely two decades after the landing of Cortez, having likewise been the source of a prodigally-wealthy economic cornucopia which although also partly corrupted by insidious agents of the synagogue yet did not let the poor go hungry, nor the Indians be deprived of their way-of-life, their hunting-grounds and buffalo herds, their flocks and fields. (Alas, here is that "being too concerned with earthly things" so roundly condemned by heretical minds, in this Catholic dogma of a late-sixth-century Pope St. Gregory the Great that "the goods of the earth are for all men to enjoy", rather than to be hoarded and squandered by a lot of scheming Jews and the grovelers they always attract.) In the place of which comparative trans-Atlantic marvel of compassion and engenuity came that terrible impoverishment so evident today in Latin America, and a growing homelessness and penury here in the USA, and as perpetually seen here in brutally and dishonorably dealt-with Indian tribes. Uncle Sam upon the acquisition of Alaska having imposed the same stark regime upon Aleuts and Eskimos, whom Russia had treated not perfectly but infinitely better, Bar-Samuel dragging them futuristically out of their structurally-wind-tight, room-temperature igloos and depositing them forthwith into drafty corrigated-steel warehouse, there on the sub-zero Aleutian shore, in snow-bank and tundra, where most of them quickly died. Ah, progress! That new and bitter Yankee colonization, whose first domestic allies in South America were found among those wealthy "Criollos", or native-born Spanish descendants, many of whose high-minded colleagues were easily beguiled by secret-society theorists to rebel against Spain. This "upwardly mobile" Caucasian breed, after independence quickly taking possession of fabulously productive Indian lands--the prize in mind all along--tribal property previously protected by both the Spanish throne and the Catholic Church in the most sedulous way, with the Church's selfless, martyr-studded contributions being most generously evident in a much-slandered Jesuit Order. Missionaries whose treacherous expulsion superceded by only some few decades the loss of Latin America to Spain. Foreign agents of this bitter agenda, also amply aided by domestic Marrano--or crypto--Jews--having mostly been sent southward from the then-recently-established USA. Such a cleverly-imposed globalist regime hardly being a proper receptacle of patriotic feeling, poured so prodigally today by Hannity, Trump and the like, now urging us onward to another global, hip-booted, unjust war: even as we obey those few remaining laws which are just and reasonable. Just as we would if we lived on some Carribean island, with underlings of Bluebeard himself with equal brutality firmly in charge.
However even these tools of the Jews, these partners of Satan, reprobates who plague mankind in every generation, have a providential purpose, in generously providing men with a rigorous moral testing, that which is required for the saving of our souls. Thus do we scarcely advocate the killing of Jews--which as history teaches us is usually done by Jews themselves--as most likely in this most recent case, of yet-another synagogue massacre--in "false flag" operations most notoriously conducted by men like Adolph Hitler, Jewish from his mother's side, in order to create "martyrs for the cause". (No six million however at all: as most of those seen in news clips boarding trains "headed for Dachau", waving with incongruous good spirits at relatives left behind, were actually headed for the sunny Mediterranean, to people the then-dawning State of Israel, in murderous dispossessions of Arabs from their own millennial homes and lands.) Jews like their Canaanite forebears have no real love or respect for human life, even their own, being inspired, just like the Neo-Baptist preacher spoken-of here, by anti-life, anti-matter rigors of Satan himself against human persons, human nature, indeed against all material reality of any sort. Even as they wallow in its luxuries and comforts, in a manner which itself suggest contempt both for the goods of the earth and for their own persons, their own very minds and souls. Rather do we affectionately hug the Jews to our breasts as vehicles of our sanctification, as brokers of those trials and penances necessary to eternal life. That salvation which is vainly thought to be accomplished, in deluded minds of these new radical-Baptists, by a simple public declaration, whether or not with emotional outpourings commonly associated with "accepting Christ as ones personal Savior". Indeed, to quote this ever-fulminating heretic, "without even baptism itself being required". This effort-thrifty verbal, good-conduct-shorn acceptance said to open wide the gates of Heaven, with nothing else being required besides.
But we shall prevail, we the true Christians, the children of Mary, the servants of Christ the King. We who, in common with all humanity, love to hang pictures of those we love on our walls: God and His Most Holy Mother being thus honored most of all. Catholics being they who practice rather than merely preach that only true Christianity always and everywhere--thus the word Catholic or "universal"--authentically "handed down" and believed, as received from both Christ and the Apostles. We then hardly to be honestly confused with idolators of ancient or modern times: they who in all ages, like today's perverted, world-ruling Bohemian Grovers, have worshipped some Baal or Owl-god, or some other predatory statuary beast, typically with no human representations employed at all. These worthies, found long ago so abundantly in Canaan, casting their newborn children into fiery maws of this Moloch, that biblical "graven image" in whose mouth a roaring fire had been duly prepared. (Do we Catholics use nice pictures of Mom or Dad in this way, or statues of Our Blessed Lady or the saints?) While today the same ilk, not to be outdone, burn each year a child in effigy, there in California, outside Monte Rio, to stand as a symbol of those heartless baby-killing abortions, false-flag wars and perversions-of-youth conducted by them and their satellites around the world. Scarcely, then, do we Catholics, in our pious supplications, resemble such heartless men, as we, like the good Centurion, importune angels and holy souls, praying before sacred images held in loving but hardly idolatrous regard. Or beg the protection of those Archangels like Saint Raphael, one of those "seven spirits who stand before the throne of God", they who as noted in the Book of Tobias "offer our prayers" to the Most High. While finally, if there were indeed any scarcity of sacred images before Constantine freed Christianity from the ancient pagan persecution--an assertion ceaselessly made by these bible-thumpers but like so much else they say difficult or impossible to actually ascertain--then it was only because of that death penalty for confessing the Christian (known already during the first century AD as the Catholic) Faith. A sentence in force for two and a half centuries prior to that blessed imperial Edict of Milan of late-ancient times, freeing Christians from dismemberment by wild beasts in the Coliseum, or other kinds of martyrdoms, some too hideous to describe. So that to openly display such images was to place your life and that of all your family in mortal jeopardy prior to the reign of that much-Evangelical-maligned ruler. A condition of stark peril into which, plainly enough, these same bible-thumping Radical-Baptists would place all Catholics, all true Christians, if given such power as their confessional forebears once had in the recent past. As among those Cromwellian-veterans of pogroms against Catholics in Ireland, butchers who then in the seventeenth century emigrated to the thirteen Colonies to turn the same bloody zeal upon rapidly-Catholicism-converting Indian tribes.
October 7, 2018: Godly love versus the effusions of the sodomite crowd, so favored in turn by emotional outbursts cleverly conflated with charity or love at the rogue-council Vatican II. Inevitable polar Nazi/Albigensian reactions. Feast of the Most Holy Rosary and the Victory at Lepanto in the late sixteenth century.
After this crushing defeat at sea in 1571, which destroyed the Muslim fleet--the flotilla of a people who are no longer a militant enemy, but nonetheless so contrived by our many Trumpite/neo-con/false-flag warriors--thereafter the Sultan turned to a land war, sweeping up from the southeast, headed through the Balkans and Croatia. The latter more-northerly land no part of the oft-cited "Balkan peninsula", but rather historically an integral part of Central Europe, and its southerly bulwark as well. Croatia, the land of my own ancestors, thereafter conducting a defense of Europe proper and Austria and Slovenia in particular in which the flower of Croatian manhood was sacrificed for the Christian and Catholic cause, thereby generously earning the papally-bestowed sobrique "Bulwark of the Church". One such Croatian army being responsible for the much-celebrated saving of Vienna from a gigantic Muslim host, representing a last-ditch Turkish attempt to subject Europe as a whole to the Muslim stranglehold. This Stonewall-Jackson-like Croatian resistance being a deed for which, predictably-enough, some Hungarian gets all the credit, and Croatia none at all. These real heroes-of-the-day performing a diversionary action in which the relatively tiny Croatian army was totally annihilated, but that of the Sultan also reduced to a similar state, in the crush of Croat arms. In all these heroic actions, my own family, the Zdunichs, played conspicuous leading roles, notably commanding the invincible fortress at Sinj, a citadel which was never captured by any foreign enemy, not even by those Mongolians who had decimated all of Europe, but were ruined in Croatia, sent back to Asia on the run. The Zdunichs a family already part of the nobility of that region from ages past thereafter being decorated with new titles, and offers of lands, by the Austrian throne, by the good Leopold, some fifty years after leading another signal defense against Turkish arms around 1609, manning fortresses all along the southern imperial frontier. My people however, while accepting the titles and honors, declined to accept the properties, which would have taken them from their own beloved hinterland province of Lika, in the Velebit mountains, and from Croatian soil, to do obsequies at the Imperial court such as no peasant who loves the land can bring himself to do. As noted above, prior to these land operations, it was the Holy Rosary which brought the Christian fleet the victory at Lepanto, against overwhelming odds, and for which reason this feast was inaugurated by Pope St. Pius V. He who had indeed called for this first-of-many "rosary crusades", confidently pleading Our Lady's motherly aid, when word had just come of the Islamic fleet setting sail toward Europe's south-Atlantic shore.
Love such as inhabited the breast of my own good father and his courageous ancestors is stable within oneself, being founded stolidly in the love of God, while for this very reason it is misrepresented as coldness or indifference by the ever-effusive sodomite crowd, they who are full of a spirit-of-tumult with which their secret-society proteges contaminated the Church itself so thoroughly at Vatican II. For the sodomite, all things end in orgasm, for which riotous purposes many of them are willing to commit hideous crimes, not shrinking from murder, character-assassination, or child-molestation, in carrying out their grotesque, cold-blooded yet feverish designs. But for the good Catholic, all things begin and end in God, and friendships are begun or maintained, according to St. Aelred, the thirteenth-century English Cistercian, only among those at the same spiritual level, and in all ways similarly inclined. It is really that simple, even if the sodomites, with great show of theater, interpret all shunning or demur by others as hatred of the most black-hearted kind. And if they happen to be attracted to you--just as biblical citizens of Sodom were most attracted to the very angels sent to destroy them by God--then no small number of these perverts, given the opportunity, are ready to kill you, if you shrink from their contaminating company at all.
October 4, 2018: Mass production, Marxism/Capitalism, modern psychology, "culture wars", "self-identification": the relentless progression away from Civilization in general and practical and intellectual Catholicism in particular. Again, the close shot-pattern on this site, treating of subtle nuances of critical issues, scarcely-distinguishable shades of meaning each of whose distinct significance, in the event, stands out as broad as a mile. Article developed. Again, no hatred of Jews is involved in this or any other article on this site, but only an up-to-date reiteration of constant orthodox Catholic teaching on that mystifying race.
But like other complexities considered on this site, there are many more layers involved than the title would suggest, with another longer, more tedious but more revealing way of naming this supremely hostile, confrontational, "winner takes all" phenomenon being "the life and death, salvation or damnation struggle between undulating Jewish phenomenological futurism and the divinely-bestowed solidities of Catholic theology, culture and thought." Catholicism always hearkening to a glorious future life in Heaven with God, Judaism always trying to construct some heaven-on-earth, one over which Jews are rudely and indisputably in charge, and in which indeed they are the only ones slated to survive. Their "Messiah" being none other than the Jewish people themselves, seen as a world-conquering congolomerate of the like-motivated, including globe-dominating gangsters like the once-notorious Jimmy Hoffa--born a very Jewish James Hoffman--forming a borderless nation led by some few of Jewish/Canaanite blood. Thus too the three-century-long and ever-growing political and financial ascendancy of the Rothschild mega-clan, which one way or another, by hook or by crook, has tentacles into every conceivable enterprise, private or official, on earth. Jews whose whole purpose is to destroy other nations from within: hence their biblical title "enemies of mankind". While the strategy of Judaism vis-a-vis Catholicism, preliminary to seer-predicted, fast-approaching attempts at a final, universal, bloody slaughter--has more typically been to deny the Faith any practical footprint at all, to reduce it to a contemptible state of irrelevance in practical human terms. In this way as it were to obviate in the concrete such staggering realities as the Incarnation: the birth of Christ having however signaled not just a "warm feeling" in the heart and soul, as Evangelicals believe, a purely-personal comfort little to be shared by anyone at all, but a complete transformation of every visible or material dimension of human society as well, just as human spatial/somatic existence intrinsically requires. Without which practical contours the Gospel may indeed be treated as "salt which has lost its savor", to be "trodden under foot" as a completely failure, or at best a sort of Manichaean fantasy up in the clouds, while ever-practical-minded Jews and their secret-society handmaidens are left firmly in charge. Signaling indeed in todays terms the final earthly victory of biblical child-sacrificing, sodomy-practicing Canaanites over the mild, clement, virtuous children of God.
Alas, then, the trick is to make us much too proud to stoop to "contemptible" earthly things, to live in the clouds, to leave "all these other things" in the hands of, you guessed it, those ever-so-practical, canny and accommodating Jews. But to make it all sound starkly inevitable to gullible goyim or gentiles, there has to be created a palpable "sense of no return": so that anyone who demurs to any degree can be considered backward, impractical, "his eyes in the skies" instead of down at his stumbling feet. Meanwhile ever-trusting souls who "buy into it all" have no idea where this roaring "progress" train is going, once they step on board: even as each new station-stop is convincingly portrayed in tones of dire necessity, on a list of destinations about which only the engineer and alternately head-shaking or reassuring conductors know anything at all. Kind of like the old Twilight Zone episode about "serving humanity": a show in which feckles earthlings, first introducted to the program at a meeting of the UN by a smooth-mannered, spindly-limbed cosmic visitor from another galaxy, find out much too late that "serving humanity" is actually a menu, or cooking instructions, and not a way to make us happy at all.
All this comes about because Christians have long failed to be adequated vigilant, "sober and watchful", as the biblical injunction so forcefully requires: more typically falling into the trap, not of a direct repudiation of Catholic doctrine but of a building crescendo of claims that its day-to-day practices and ideas are "outdated", "impractical", and so on, this indeed the very battle cry of the rogue-council Vatican II, so that eventually the Faith is no longer given an inch of daily life upon which to stand. Being steadily relegated to a "Sundays only" position, and in a list of "practical" priorities to third or thirtieth place. This practical denigration of the Faith being demonstrated to us constantly out here on the Crusade.
Hence as always our constant theme: urging a resolute return to the infallible doctrine contained in the early fourteenth century papal bull, Unam Sanctam. A dogmatic statement concerned with papal jurisdiction in particular and practical life in general, much more than with erroneously-unqualified claims that "you must be a Catholic in order to be saved". Rather stoutly maintaining that God's authentic plan of salvation anticipates an Old World Order, if you will, to be ultimately solidified, with the pope firmly in charge, standing as he does indeed "in the place of Christ", as we were taught in the Catechism when I was a child, before the wholesale capitulations of Vatican II, and ill-admitted heretical or quasi-heretical preparations that went before.
Hence, manifestly, when your child comes up to you some fine day and says that they have "self-identified"--I'm sure you know what I mean, without needing to go into any gory details--realize, as old-timers used to say, that there is "more involved here than meets the eye". That there have taken place a tremendous number of major and minor capitulations in this youngster and among Christians in general, to produce such an abominable result. Surrenders going back in some cases for centuries, on a practical daily plane, prostrations which have finally brokered this pitiful renunciation of intrinsic sexual identity by a human being, made in the image of a very divinely-natural God.
But essential to such an offspring's retracing of steps back to faith and life, in practical terms abandoned by elders at every level in generations past, is that they finally see that this "self-identification" is a carefully-manufactured fantasy. Ah, yes, it is much easier to just surrender themselves to this Peter Pan Disney Never-Never Land, this overpowering "undertow": like a drowning swimmer who no longer struggles against the rip-tide, who just lets himself drift wearily out to sea. There to die in a manner said, as I recall, in words of those who have experienced this final nirvana, and been rescued in the knick of time, to be the most deliciously comfortable state of repose. One out of whose soothing embrace they scarcely wished to be rescued at all, once in its deadly grip. However, "sexual self-identification's" sensation of "having arrived" is only a final prelude to that individual's own miserable demise, part of the above noted carefully-engineered mass extinction of humanity as a whole, with a final spiritual terminus for each soul in Hell. Something like stepping-on-board the frisby-like spaceship of the cosmic visitor, to be taken like captured-but-contented live prey to some galaxy in the void, so far away from the good earth and its humble, old-fashioned, but noble and practical concerns.
October 1, 2018: Traditional stakeholder government trumps Enlightenment-era caretaker government every time. Article developed repeatedly.
The essential problem with Enlightenment-era democracy--or republicanism, the self-same system named in Latin rather than Greek--is that the politicians involved aren't actual stakeholders but third-hand "professionals" little if at all conversant with real-life complexities at hand. While at the lowest ebb of the modern state, of which the USA is the all-time prototype, those involved are either string-pulling members of secret societies, on the one hand, or those political "creatures", those puppets whose motions are pulled so tugged, as they dangle on the ends of those strings. Neither likely to have critical familiar knowledge of, or indeed to care much about, particulars involved in each issue under consideration or debate: real life subleties whose careful attention pays dividends over and over again, be the matter local, regional, national or international in scope. So that someone with no more to recommend him than a law or business degree, and yet worse whose preferment in the elective/political process is likely to be based more on "who he knows than what he knows": such a person will repeatedly be "like a bull in a china shop", or like another bucking-and-kicking Donald Trump, woefully ill-prepared for dealing effectively with thorny specificities involved. But of course making lots of theatrical "enemies" in the most convincing way. Innately complex and involved, living and breathing particulars of political life requiring intimate first-hand acquaintance, infinite patience, quantities best imbibed among neighbors and native sons, over meals and a mug of brew, playing out in irreducible skills which can easily otherwise take decades to acquire. In that seasoned, functional, instinctive way which any comprehensive resolution of human issues at any level demands.
Hence the dysfunctional black-and-white answers of today, the swings between far right and far left, neither of which hysterical, white-around-the-mouth extremes is a reasonable recourse at all: in a see-saw much remarked on this site, one especially useful to string-pullers involved, who by terms of their cryptic agenda can't afford to let anything every really get resolved. With emotional impulse, hostile and irrational reaction, rather than reason ruling the day. While by contrast the best advocate is the on-the-spot, entirely-committed player himself, be his diction or manner ever so unlettered or even crude: "the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker", the farmer and carpenter too. He who seldom gets very excited about anything at all, but rather like Jed Clampit or Davy Crockett, or like my own good Dad, seasoning everything with good humor, just calmly getting on to the business at hand. As opposed to the typical, ever-theatrical politician of today, appointed or elected simply for being a good actor, or a "nice guy", or a freemason in good standing, who will plow a shallow furrow indeed, and leave stakeholders involved, both humble and great--they who are best equipped to handle their own political affairs--immensely unhappy and dissatisfied. These real players by contrast knowing supremely well the art of give and take, in the school of daily friendship-laden, duty-driven life, and notably how to trade one thing for another at least as good: putting to shame modern-democracy's defining trenchant, bitterly-adversarial approach from the word go. A spirit which is satisfied with the merest fragment of what could have been, "as long as I don't have to share it with you!" In older systems advocated here the arbitrated result is better than any "go it alone" could possibly be, since there are riches to be unearthed here not independently to be discovered or even conceived.
But achieving this commonweal, this cornucopia, is a complicated thing, and to the blind Trump/Obama breed it will always smack of "tyranny": since there are actual laborers and potentates involved, and the one is always assumed to be oppressing the other, in the absence of the wrangling theater of representative government of all times. Alas, another subject: but here is where sodomy and all perversion thrives, and ruins everything else in sight: as the old system is based on that "fatherhood, all of which comes from God" which the pervert will always absolutely, cold-bloodedly hate and despise. Yet government is a fatherhood not over children but over adult men: one whereby indeed the child learns by the example of his father what mature, respectful conduct is--and later in life will be--required. No, my dear cynical friend, piety both felial and divine will always have an integral share in the workings of states, or they won't work at all.
Manifestly, it was this sort of multilateral arbitration which organic early medieval systems were supremely skilled at bringing to a good issue, richly rewarding on every plane to all. With the Church the trusted, divinely-appointed moral arbiter, the gatekeeper of generous and prolifically fruitful instincts and impulses placed in us by God, thus set liberally free. Here being found a nation, a society as a living organism rather than today's morally-dead set-to of conflict, fruitful chiefly in secretly-arranged false-flag wars and domestic intrigue. Like for instance an addictive drug trade imported during the mid-twentieth-century, while the USA was feverishly making war on a Japan resolutely set against both communism and heroin, the latter brought from China to Trafficante's Florida by a Chinese man named Big Earred Tu, plainly enough under cryptic auspices of FDR himself. The latter just then also carefully installing communism in China, in league with the Leninist wolf-in-sheep's-clothing Chiang Kai Shek and his U.S.-senator-seducing wife, with Roosevelt's family, and the Bushes and Delanos as well, having indeed been Opium-traders in China already for a century or more. Such treacherous hidden purposes for which our Judeo-Masonically-inspired system was indeed expressly designed: with deleriously-celebrated freedom for the wicked, and misery, penury and death for the good.
Finally, of humble appearance but preeminent importance in every regard is the local, even the neighborhood, level: that which supplies the sand in the mortar by which the sovereign castle stands. The resolution of microcosmic issues being the most essential purpose of a government made for intrinsically-local human beings, with body/soul spatially defined genuine needs. Rather than good government being dedicated to some ever-changing "program" or much-touted "cause", some rocket-to-a-planet, some wind-generator that bleeds power over distances, while with high wind-vulnerability reaching to the stars, or some fevered, perfectly-gratuitous fracking industry whose only purpose is to economically "justify" World War III, since so many "jobs" are involved. Hence the central place for the Frankpledge, the rudimentary neighborhood political unit of ten heads-of-household: they who are represented at "the hundred" by one chosen from their own numbers, and from there in the same fashion to governing bodies above, with commoners on up the line to sit at the highest councils of state. Kind of like genuine trade and labor unions, as distinct from our seventy years of management-controlled Jimmy "Hoffa" style counterfeits, when challenged at all calling in thugs to enforce "contracts" harshly-prejudicial to a robbed and mistreated rank-and-file. Those true unions, such as my own good father so sought to bring into being back at "the wiremill", U.S. Steel in Joliet, but was ousted in his good aspirations by a management-serving yes-man with a violent streak. Such genuine trade and labor unions, such true forms of "from the bottom up" government, which our ever-sanctimonious, war-driven, Jewish-to-the-core system so murderously hates. The realm thus being immovably rooted to practical aspirations and needs of the common man, while likewise serving the justly-promoted interests of natural leaders providentially provided by God: men put in charge not, in Catholic teaching, in order to garner a paradise for themselves and their families, but rather to be custodians, of those "goods of the earth", to paraphrase from memory the infallible teaching of Pope St. Gregory the Great, announced by him at the end of the sixth century, "which are place there by God for everyone to enjoy". Such an intrinsically good system scarcely being some "self-winding clock" conceived out of founding agnostic, Judeo-Masonic intrigue, with some out-on-a-limb futuristic goal always held out as sacred, unquestionable, while little children go in need. Here then in an early-medieval-modeled system rather a forge at which is hammered out the stakeholder's common good, so fruitful in so many good things for all concerned, multiplying what each segment of society might otherwise conceive. All these good things being incorporated into charters of rights and privileges for all concerned: furthering indeed the interests of some noble Nun' Alvarez Pereira, the savior of Portugal from late-medieval land-hungry Spanish intrigue, but only so that he could spread the overflowing benefit of his riches and valor to every Portuguese from the central highlands to Evora to that westernmost Atlantic harbor where the royal Prince Henry the Navigator did similar marvelous deeds. Persons of high or low station always being the source of good and prolific things: groups and assemblies being only an idea, one which can quickly become an illusion, and from there a nightmare of deadly things. Such a good system having by contrast been in place in England "in the time of the Confessor", as was the common phrase, he whose liturgical feast is indeed today, as I write, on the 13th of October. With deafeningly-unremarked significance, this being the date of the last and most important apparition of Our Lady of Fatima in Portugal in 1917. That stupendous vision, seen by a hundred thousand souls, which provided as it were an illustrated blueprint, up in the sky, of what is so soon to come, as considered in other important articles on this site.
September 14, 2018, article later much developed: The huge, ubiquitous, ominous, landscape-covering earth-worms of the borderlands from eastern El Paso to western Las Cruces. Are these creatures the tell-tale sign of mass graves now and then discovered along this border, revealing luridly the existence of many more such burial grounds besides? Also contained here is a chilling rundown of some events on an increasingly-danger-ridden Crusader trail across several states.
True, this strange manifestation could, with a far stretch of the imagination, signal an unprecedented dumping of animal wastes, on a scale to be found nowhere else on earth. By-products--pork suet, milk products, bones, etc.--however today quite commonly dumped in our foods, under labels like "natural flavors", or "spices", or made into a producer-costless "filler" in things like "pure" sugar, or utilized in animal feeds and fertilizers of every kind. But we tend to think this phenomenon is part of a shame-ridden modern-day replay of the colonial era Atlantic "Triangular Trade", then in rum, slaves and manufactured goods, now in drugs, "legally" stolen vehicles, and human body-parts preserved for and delivered to well-heeled patients around the globe. With the unusable remains discarded in borderland mass graves, burial places of the most hidous kind discovered now and again, of cadavers with organs removed, whether teeth, eyes or internal organs of every kind.
Of course, this would be a massive undertaking--in more ways than one--with components of the "trade"--multiple "doctors", myriad large refrigeration units, numerous modes-of-transport, numerous assorted specialized operatives of every kind. One contender for such a hideous cartage being found in those many Mexico-to-Canada trucking companies, a centerpiece of New Age consolidation of once-sovereign lands, an Atlantis now being set in motion indeed to conquer an entire globe, employing carriers who conceal a cargo of contraband in addition to that which is actually declared. With the enforcement officials involved, no doubt, "looking the other way", since they can scarcely fight a deadly multifaceted syndicate which goes "all the way to the top" in a rotten-to-the-core, mob-and-secret-society-controlled USA. Hardly then should we continue to intone the old saw, as so many in dismissive accents do, that "drug violence" is "safely" limited to areas like Juarez just across the border in Mexico, for as attested by noted mass graves found here and there along that international divide, of thousands of mutilated cadavers with vital organs removed, as in a hideous movie of some decades ago, there are with little doubt murder-victims of both nationalities involved, both of Mexico and of the USA. What else can it be, then, that feeds these foot-long worms, there on that arid desert of creosote bushes, prickly pear, and mesquite: creatures prior to the past few months never before seen along that international divide, by we crusaders who have been all along its route so many, many times? This teeming variety of creatures which feed exclusively upon things buried in the ground, by common testimony of mankind, and in much-remarked fashion upon human corpses, as recounted for millennia in more realistic varieties of prose, poetry and song. Indeed, all this was confirmed in my own experience with nightcrawlers as a boy--in a fishing-bait business of my own--nocturnal creatures which, armed with a flashlight, I gathered out on my mothers garden plot, as generously replenished with kitchen wastes, buried quite deep in the ground. Worms back then encountered only half or less as large as those monsters noted here, with rough appendages on the bottom that suggested the beginnings of tiny legs. Incipient outgrowths which along the border have developed to easily-recognizable size, like those of caterpillars, on mammoth crawling things of a much darker hue, but perfectly identical otherwise. While substantiating this opinion, of apocalyptic and merciless dimensions of our "free enterprise" world, are long lines of tow-bar-brought vehicles, arguably another corner of the noted three-corner-trade, in connection with a drug-pushing bonanza whose "mother lode" is found in precisely this selfsame southwesterly place. A nefarious trade which in every age ultimately strangles every lively or productive enterprize in the nation(s) involved, in the case before us "legal" auto theft with all probability being involved, and as "the worms" suggest some violent fate easily having overtaken many of the former occupants and drivers as well. Most commonly in an innocent-looking "offer of assistance" extended by "mechanics" out on some interstate or other major road, initially pleasant-mannered fellows who are actually gangs of drug-trade-auxiliary thugs, goons who operate in a wider and wider circle across the USA, radiating from that same southerly divide. Guys whom we ourselves have met, when stalled by the side of the road in the same large extended area, more than a dozen times: and sometimes barely escaped with our vehicles still in hand, and still in possession of our lives. (One burly guy, who didn't speak a word of English, asked me some months ago, in Spanish, if I needed help, when stopped on an entry-ramp gravelled spot just west of Sierra Blanca, taking out some few tools. And upon informing him that I had things well-in-hand, he called his boss for "further instructions", as our mint-condition 1976 Chevy C-10 is a prize relentlessly sought by these ever-"resourceful" gangs. We however being cautious enough to leave instantly, tools quickly put away, so as to give him no time for "option number two".) No doubt most of these cars and trucks having initially been "legally" procured under a bonded or "abandoned" title, perhaps too after the owners had "just gone off and left them", after "mechanics" involved "dragged their feet", and in other ways just "got ugly", until the driver and family, in dire straights in the first place, simply left in despair, probably to join throngs in homeless shelters which are themselves an unconscionable milk-cow for today's growing multitude of well-to-do. Wall-Street-traded "enterprises" whose managers and directors make slaves out of permanent shelter inhabitants, confiscating their wages almost to the dime. Indeed, less than a week ago two such jail-birds made us a similar offer-of-help, on NM highway 26, at a pulloff just above Deming, where we needed a tire, being just then out of funds. And these self-assured guys as usual were so convincing, with their eager offer-of-help, that we were taken in all over again, for about the thirteenth time in twelve years, and we let them disappear with two tires and two rims, to "repair" them for us. Well, we finally realized that they would be back indeed, but only after dark, to put the tires on our truck and drive it away, under the usually-accurate assumption that all retirees are too cowardly to wait around in the deepening night. Thugs who had meanwhile taken care to leave our wheel-less hub moored on a concrete block, and no spare to be placed thereon, promising as they had to give us a much better replacement for same. Crooks who plainly enjoyed the active collusion of the local sheriff's deputies, who when called several hours later, as night was closing in, treated us contemptuously, sarcastically, as if we were "imagining things", or were indeed the only criminals involved, being "up to something", as their suspicious questions went on and on. Such abusive, collusive "protecting and serving" so often likewise accorded to bonefide callers by these inevitable lady dispatchers at police headquarters, who typically talk to you arrogantly and dismissively, again, as if you were the miscreant, or were suffering from paranoia, or in some other way have a deranged or criminal mind. Alas, the crooks have got it "all sewed up" from coast to coast: of this you may be sure. But as to the above two car-jackers, when they came back in the night I faced them off with weapon in hand, when they claimed that "their air-compressor had failed", after taking ten hours to tell us so. I told them to leave, and not come back, which they did, shaking like a leaf as they drove away.
Note of early-morning 10/14: Just last night we had another repeat of this nocturnal-robber chirade, with the usual point-men on motorcycles roaring by us, with their usual rock-hard faces, followed moments later by a guy with Arizona plates asking directions to a Mesa which is just up the road, sizing us up "for the gang" while his insincere palaver went droning on. Then just as darkness closed in came two vehicles with those ubiquitous tarp-covered trailers carrying piles of no-doubt-stolen goods, all of them headed for Mexico, largely to feed with negotiable items the more-notorious drug-trade which fulminates there. One bunch next to us, one across the road, altogether between them having ten adults, jabbering away like only these nightly robbers know how to do. Looking and acting like the Gypsies that most of them probably are, re-tying tie-ropes, banging on wheels, fiddling with hitches, all the while, you guessed it, "sizing us up". The Big Cabula of the bunch shining his flashlight stealthily at us once in a while. But plainly-enough these guys wanted only "easy pickins'", not two Crusaders with feet planted firmly on the ground, there in the dark, watching them warily, carrying about them who knows what. So these human parasites picked up and left at last, headed for a now-flooded Oracle, as I heard one relate, and then for the Mexico line.
But returning to events around Deming of less than two weeks ago: before you call us hopeless dummies remember that we are constantly receiving offers of help of one kind or another out here on crusade, and hope to be generously excused by Almighty God, when thus fooled, under that inevitable trademark of the gullible just: "not wise in the ways of this world". But returning to poverty-stricken highway-traveling unfortunates discussed above: most of them, rather than repairing forthwith to some homeless shelter, could just as easily have been murdered, and their body-parts removed, especially if they were young and healthy: thus accounting both for all the earth-worms and the noted mass-graves regularly found. These, if our hypothesis be true, obviously multiplying in both number and size. All this likely interwoven fabric of murder, slavery and addiction--you have to meet some of these cold-blooded highwaymen, like we have, and it all becomes more certain still--all this being an ugly blot on the national character. While regarding these shelters, often-enough, as at Albuquerque, last we saw, a "Christian ministry" is in charge, in a place where you may easily be sexually assaulted, not by some homeless person, but by the staff-members themselves, with the director or directress looking on. No doubt to see if you violently resist such treatment, so that you can then be court-committed as "a danger to yourself and others" into this abominable slavery, from then on. (There are "caretaker" rackets like this all over Arizona in particular, making milk-cows out of retirees, inevitably pumping them with debilitating drugs that do indeed make them look senile. Criminal combines notably operating around Benson, with a certain RV park and a certain county judge involved.) But again returning to New Mexico: these shelters, with a great Hannity-style show of free-enterprise chuspah, provide a tidy investment for the already wealthy, while thus "helping" the desperately in need.
Much like the raven in the poem by Edgar Allen Poe, these worms seem to cry in their own haunting and unearthly way "nevermore", as they undulate up and down the southern-most shoulder of interstate 10 around El Paso, which often hugs the international divide, as seen only a month ago. Worms thus with some fifty miles of freeway all-their-own, a place where you have to exercise care not to crush them under your feet. I myself having easily traversed parts of it twenty times in the past ten years, when prior to the past few months I have never seen these giant worms before, out on that busy right-of-way and road. Their caterpillar-like legs and mammoth length as noted having no doubt developed by glutting themselves on these decomposing human remains, found now-and-again, and acknowledged in occasional media accounts, in these mass graves. These worms now looking frantically for new carrion to run through their exceedingly-ugly maws, having been fed so prodigiously well and multiplied into millions out there on hill and dale, and now so hidously traversing pathway and road, with nowhere else to go: as no doubt the rocky desert soil and prickly vegetation offer no sustenance to appetites involved, which exclusively require decomposing buried things, especially flesh. (Fly-born maggots quickly consuming things left out on the ground.) While as suggested above one wonders too about all the ownerless vehicles to be found, especially along Interstates 10 and 20, on a 300-some-mile stretch all the way from Odessa, TX to Las Cruces, NM, as this combined east-west road begins to approach and finally hugs the international border, a highway we often take while out on our Crusade: cars abandoned, some of them late model, there by the side of the road. Was the driver, and his companions or family members, "given a ride" in more ways than one, their youthful and healthy organs removed while yet in a comatose state, and their organless cadavers then deposited in these mass borderland graves? A good way too for a system go-getter-Jewish to its heartless core to be rid of "lazy poor people", "worthless gentiles", Christians in almost every case. People who had proven by their very circumstances to have "not made the grade" of the flag-waving, mercenary "liberty" of our Ayn Rand day and age. The latter indeed a Russian-Jewish woman deleriously raved-about by neo-con commentators, one who was raised during first years of communism in that land, and after emigrating supported Hitler's Nazism to the hilt. While yet later in her multi-phased life carefully nurturing a nascent close-cousin neo-capitalism her in the USA, in her seductive, filthy and barbaric novels. So radically different from the America of a mere generation or two ago is this USA created by an alliance of traitors and dual-citizen subversives of every stripe. While returning to the borderlands, these often-late-model vehicles, once so cleverly separated from their owners, are then easily-enough picked up by the same "ride-givers" or "mechanics", with the police no doubt happy to see them gone or being towed away. The only requirement being that the conveyance be "abandoned" for some short period of time, hence the popular name for the temporary bonded title: with a notice perhaps to be put in a local newspaper to inform the public of the fact. And if the owner were then to somehow "come back", then he would have to pay some fifty or a hundred dollars a day, to reclaim a car "kept in storage" up til then. Here then, as all this suggests, in this now-long-standing form of auto-theft, being easily found a lucrative component in a Triangular trade always crying for more cash to turn over to gangsters and well-heeled Jews in charge, politicos and politically-connected directors at the top of this bi-national or multi-national heap. With an apparently car-hungry Mexico helping pay the "wages" of drug-lords so notorious and newsworthy in cross-border Juarez and vicinity today, while likewise providing a way for addicts up north to fund their habit in a host of ways, providing auto-related services, towing, mechanics, whether real or fraudulent, etc., to the international drug/car/vital-organ mob or cartel. While finally an interconnected trade in human organs would be phenomenally lucrative to mob-figures high and low involved, thus readily "greasing"--I loath to use the word--ever-money-hungry gears of this horrible machine. Whose legendary forerunner in China's nineteenth-century Opium Trade, largely run by American Skull-and-Bones affiliated families like the Roosevelts, Delanos, and Bushes, ultimately saw the death of some fifty-five million Chinese in the Taiping Rebellion of the 1850s. That valiant struggle by which the good and noble Chinese sought to break free from the carefully-concerted stranglehold of the international addictive drug trade, with all the implications of geopolitical servitude which it likewise perpetually entails. An ugly travesty whose every vile dimension is still so horribly with us today. As attested by the ominous "nevermore" which haunts the American conscience in these hideous worms, forerunners that they are to a fast approaching, long overdue divine chastisement, a solar incineration already beginning even now. When a hoter-and-hoter sun steadily begins to cook everything that stands, including human flesh, after the manner of a microwave or a solar convection oven, even though the air itself is often quite cool, because of an inseparable planetary "evaporative cooler" effect, from an inescapable vaporization of oceans, rivers, lakes and rain-saturated ground. Thus allowing people to be dangerously careless, recreating themselves "out in the sun", with the air itself seeming fairly cool, on bikes or dune buggies or jogging or taking a stroll. Here being a biblically predicted cataclysm, described repeatedly and in every detail, in which some three quarters of the human race will be burnt alive: both for sins of Sodom and Gomorrah and for close-kin others of this inhuman, hellish, merciless kind.
September 1, 2018: The constant intermediation of angels, saints and holy souls and the rarity of direct divine action among men. The deadly pride that may easily hide under the signature-Evangelical sole requirement of a "personal relationship with Christ". Article developed into October.
The pride which lay at the roots of all heresy is uncovered in glaring colors in this stark divergence between Catholic and Protestant thought, as the constant boast of the latter is of direct divine action in human affairs, and especially in their own personal lives, while Catholics, taking their example from the good Centurion of the Holy Gospel, ceaselessly as it were relieve the good God of the burden of such exceptional divine intervention, only asking Him to employ "one of those under His command" to assist us in this life's many crosses and needs. Indeed, we Catholics go a step further down the path of humility than the good Roman soldier, and like the Publican in the Temple, "not daring to raise our eyes up to Heaven", rather humbly importune one of these celestial servants, angels or saints, to come to our aid: they precisely of whom the Centurion himself spoke as "under Jesus' command", they who are armed with armaments of spiritual battle anologous to those of his own company of one hundred men. Since we and these celestial spirits alike know full well that the divine Commander, being so good, has already conceded to them permission to shower us with compassion, to aid us decisively in our battles with infernal leagues, all of course by virtue of the divine power which rules Heaven and earth, all the while this Heavenly Father Himself looks on lovingly from His ineffable throne. The very "charity of God, poured forth into our hearts", being as it were carried to us, interceeded for us, by these holy celestial beings, in vessels of a humble kind. While of course, here on terra firma, we Catholics have the many holy offices of the Church to help us on our way Heavenward, to instruct and admonish us, with the duly-ordained clergy--of which alas, today, there are so few--having not only an infallible doctrinal legacy but also potent graces of instruction for those of the Catholic fold. Even as furthermore the humbler social dimension of Catholicism is fraught with things divine, among we the faithful, being by grace partakes of the very Trinitarian spirations, that "charity of God" mentioned above, that divine breathing which in Heaven will take us up like so many straws in a violent wind, making us "one spirit" with God. That "deification by grace" on earth, and by glory above, which is the happy terminal of life's trials and travails. So that in these loving neighborly and parochial exchanges we are similarly swept up into inconceivably-holy spirations of the Holy Ghost, in His eternal divine "Processions" between Father and Son. For "God is charity, and he who abides in charity abides in God, and God in him." And while there is found an especially direct divine interaction with (genuine) popes, as signified in the several exceptional powers granted to Peter, and a smaller number of such more-direct Third Person interactions with the heirarchy, by a Holy Ghost Who as promised by Christ to the Apostles "will (through the anno domino ages) recall to your minds all things that I have taught you", yet by contrast instances of "direct" divine action upon souls, apart from ministrations of angels, saints and holy souls, are much more rare. Yet grace, the foretaste of the life of God, marked by an increasing familiarity with the divine Personalities, the flesh being subdued by penance and mortification, the spirit thus attuned to fathomless subtleties involved: all this comes to us more commonly through sacramental ministrations of the clergy, humble attendants who work in close conjunction with angelic choirs: as noted above with graces descending in a kind of relay down these Heavenly ranks. Even, if I may use the expression, a sort of Heavenly "bucket brigade" to dowse our passions when perilously enflamed. With more-direct personal experiences or infusions of divine action being found, according to that doctor of mystical theology, St. John of the Cross, chiefly or perhaps even solely in mystical souls who have reached the very last and most sublime stages of the contemplative life. These chosen souls who are for all intents and purposes, if not formally like the Apostles themselves, "confirmed in grace". As among saintly solitaries, anchorites, founders of religious orders, and certain other, again exceedingly rare, chosen souls.
Indeed it is in this whole idea of assistance or mediation, so obviously at the core of genuine spiritual life, that Catholicism is most violently impugned, with that proving-ground of Protestant radicalism, the USA, being founded upon an idea of liberty, of human life as a whole, as a stubborn "go it alone", in which often enough one "proves oneself" at the expense of others, and comes off with praises all around. Christ however having rather founded no such "self reliant" Church--even if, in the actual event, a Catholic is typically much more truly self-reliant, where appropriate and unavoidably required, than any Bible-thumper will ever be--the Savior having rather given us the above-noted ensemble of downwardly-ministered divine love, for which there is no "self-reliant" alternative, except indeed to be "sent empty away". With this raining-down of divine grace being perfectly mirrored in the mutual aid, the "anticipating one another in charity", of true Catholics toward "the brethren". An embracing inclusivity noted by Apostolic-era pagans in the immortal phrase, "see how much they love one another", quoted indeed on a New Testament page, and referred-to by ancient writers like a second-century Plutarch as well. This mutual assistance and affectionate regard, this daily imitation of the Savior, being ever rejected by American Judeo-Masonic Protestantism, of all things, as a species of unmanliness, even indeed effeminacy. Herein, in this monumental rejection, this hard-hearted hubris, being contained in essential form the deadly spirit of those infant-sacrificial Canaanites whom the Jews would come to closely imitate, and with whom they intermarried so thoroughly as to finally become indistinguishable from them in culture, attitude, and even in belief. Such indeed being the "Judaism" that survives til today, with few exceptions: a Canaanite human-sacrificial idolatry, a largely-deliberate and infernal hatred of frail human nature, of ones fellow man, and of all truth, and nothing more. That modern Judaism of which the USA is a cunningly-conceived mirror image throughout, designed indeed by eighteenth-century Freemasonry to uproot that genuine, martyrdom-watered Christianity of Jesuit and Franciscan missionaries throughout the Western Hemisphere. That Judaism which was actually embraced by Adolph Hitler, a man chosen to do a classical "false flag" operation against a certain number--no "six million"--of more conservative Jews--thus "sacrificing them for the cause". He and his perverted high command alike doing errie worship at the ruins of the medieval human-nature-hating, sodomite-harboring Albigensian stronghold of Montesegur in Southern France, as recorded indeed in newsreels of those hellish mid-twentieth-century times.
Yet even with respect to the higher mystics, and even in graces granted to popes, there must be conceded to Our Blessed Lady, as so clearly taught already by the time of St. Augustine, her title Mediatrix of All Graces, none excepted. As the New Eve, Mary being the very gatekeeper of divine grace, just as Eve had so fatally sealed it up, Our Blessed Lady thus finding a striking parallel in the Latin word "mare", or ocean, as noted by her apostle St. Louis DeMontfort, as she is indeed the virginally-sealed repository of the graces of Salvation, of the Cross, to which angels noted above must go, to impart these Heavenly favors to we in this earthly exile below. This holds true even if the singular place of Mary in the divine Plan of Salvation--a role plainly acknowledged by the early Christian Church, as constantly-attested Catholic tradition indeed tells us--was in a certain sense initially minimized in the preaching of the Faith. Since such an honor would have found her instantly adored as a goddess, according to the same late-seventeenth and early-eighteenth St. Louis DeMonfort, among peoples of those ancient times when the Gospel was first announced, with whom such notions were rife, the female deity being found everywhere, especially but not exclusively, as in the case of Minerva, around the family home. This readiness in general to deify the worker of "signs and wonders" being strongly demonstrated on one occasion in treatment accorded to St. Paul, and to he and St. Barnabas, as I remember, on another, having been themselves thus divinely apprehended, after performing healings and other prodigies. Preparations forthwith being made to sacrifice to them with burnt offerings, there on the spot where they stood: enthusiasms which these first missionaries were able only with great difficulty to allay. The Blessed Virgin nonetheless, and in consonance with her central yet more-tacit motherly role, bearing us all throughout life, according to the noted fifth-century St. Augustine, "in her womb" in a spiritual sense, ministering to us that ocean of graces noted above, in workings in cooperation with that Holy Ghost by Whose mystery-bound and ineffable prodigies she likewise cooperated in forming the human person of the God-man Himself, there within her most holy womb. He to be "the first-born of many creatures" thus endowed, fed at this maternal plethora, we being members of His Mystical Body, and thus in hushed mystery our souls likewise necessarily nurtured in that same august chamber as well. There where by virtue of Christ's coming sacrifice on Calvary an immaculate place was prepared for this New Adam's earthly advent, to be formed as a man in this pristine "clay" of the virgin womb, analogously to that first parent in the first dawn of human life: we thereby finding our new and spotless re-conception, to be heirs of Heaven if we will, formed as Godly creatures throughout life. In a revamp of Eden, as administered by that Mother of Divine Grace, as her litany names her so well. By means of which unspeakable wonder, as the same St. Louis DeMontfort so marvelously explains, "we are not freaks either of nature or of grace". While as if in a garment of grace, "woven in one piece from top to bottom" like the very tunic of Christ, our salvation was purchased for us on that Cross under which Mary stood so immovably and inseparably, with her agonized heart at Fatima, Portugal apparitions of 1917 depicted as "surrounded with thorns". There on that timeless, pivotal spot of human history making "but one same sacrifice" with her most holy Son, according to the mid-twentieth-century Belgian mystic and victim-soul, Berthe Petit, repairing for the fateful disobedience of the old Eve. A mystery confirmed with a holy redundancy in the Holy-Week-liturgical hymn, the Stabat Mater, whose haunting lyrics were once so belovedly-familiar to every Catholic soul, even the least devout: "through her heart His sorrow sharing, all His bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword had passed". The first Eve having cooperated with the infernal serpent in our fall-from-grace; Mary, the New Eve, by contrast and in proportional compensation, having wholeheartedly cooperated in our salvation, voluntarily embracing her place as the indispensable repository and intercessor of grace for we mortals, ministering to each of us in loving specificity, as each earthly trial or exigency requires, those graces of Christ, as assisted by angels, as noted above. Knowing full well indeed what personal agony the whole of this salvation-bearing role would bring her, as related in visions of Sr. Josefa Menendez, the mid-twentieth-century Spanish mystic and victim soul. Mary repairing with Christ in inseparable partnership mankind's premordial catastrophic loss, in her role of the new and spotlessly-innocent Mother of the human race, in a joint reparation whose efficacy goes all the way back to the sins of Adam and Eve themselves. Mary being in fine the "woman" of Genesis, for whose heel the hellish serpent would "lie in wait": a term the Savior so loved to employ in her regard. This being no cold or disdainful appelation, as so many "Bible only" Protestants so foolishly believe, Jesus rather naming her thus with high significance at Cana, and before crowds to whom He preached, and from the very tree of the Cross, as biblical "woman" of all women, a title earned in so marvelous a way, as signaling this greatest ever of womanly roles, as lovingly, affectionately cooperating with the God-man in the saving of the human race. Repairing for Eve, crushing of the proud head of Lucifer under her virginal feet. Jesus in answer to praises of her as His simple earthly mother, at whose breasts as an infant He had fed, pointing out out in all His forthright magnificence to the milling crowds: "yeah rather", and indeed, and she preeminently among mortals, "blessed are they who hear the word of God and keep it". As she so simply and with childlike alacrity did, most notably at the Anunciation, and continually throughout her sinless life. While in contrast even the greatest of patriarchs and prophets, like Moses or Zachary, hesitated, lacked faith, questioned God or the bearer of heavenly missives in a doubtful and timid way. Again too, God's incessant employment of creaturely intermediaries in his dealings with men, with all creation as well, on Calvary a drama played out under this new and glorious tree of the Cross, the tool-of-reclamation of humanity, emblematic of that fatal tree of Eden itself, or of the serpent raised upon the staff of Moses, with both He Who was nailed thereon and she who stood stolidly beneath making "one same sacrifice", "becoming sin" for the sins of men, both she and He embracing and being-invested-with our guilty and repugnant corruption. No "china doll", this august Mother of ours, whose name, Mary, in Hebrew, means bitterness, such as she so signally and willingly would endure. So that plainly when fully and properly appreciated some place is perforce found for this Mother of Divine Grace even within mystery-bound exchanges between God and the higher mystics, they namely who enjoy or stand on the threshold of that Spiritual Marriage by which their souls are betrothed to God in unbreakable and purely-spiritual bonds: with Mary's role here being at least preliminary or introductory in kind.
All the while of course these profound workings of God in souls, in partnership with this New Eve, this Co-Redemptrix, are wrought in us in a cooperative activity with a mere creature, such as Mary so humbly confessed herself to be, in that most beautiful of prayers, the Magnificat, first recited on the threshold of St. Elizabeth's home. With this use of a frail human instrument, which God so magnanimously loves to employ, bringing the greatest possible glory to the all-powerful God: again confirming in general the fitting place of an invariable intermediation or intercession of angels and saints on behalf of creatures, before the throne of God. As well as in perfect parallel the above-noted essential brotherly love of the Christian community, by which divine love is so generously spread abroad, as manifested not only in kindly greetings and mutual assistance but also in law, in government, in "customs and usages", in the way that everything among men is done.
In the above noted Mariology is a mystery, as the seventeenth-century DeMontfort explains, not conceded to all believers to fully appreciate or correspond-to as children of Mary in the fullest childlike-receptive degree. This singular Marian Apostle, who so ably heralded the latter-day Age of Mary in which we now live--so glorious, consequential, yet so full of terrible trials--acknowledged that even certain saints did not take this "much easier" and more-direct route to union with God, one conceded only to certain divinely-favored, chosen souls. No doubt the most childlike and simple-hearted being thus endowed. This while these non-Marian saints, as they might be called, not having actually rejected the many marvels of heavenly maternal aid, a denial which being fully instructed as Catholic would have sealed their eternal doom, yet not having been fully conversant of same, have throughout Christian history been destined to suffer "many strange deaths" on a road to God already strewn with rocks for everyone.
Finally and as touched upon above, and in a true and spiritually-interwoven Christianity, a Catholicism which is no mere effortless altar-call, and according to the same ineffable impetratory, intermediatory method in the salvation of souls, with Our Blessed Lady as eternal human partner in same: in this invariable fashion are graces of God solely and signally imparted through the channel of the Seven Sacraments, whose graces are impetrated for us by the self-same Holy Mother extolled above. Namely those lavers of divine life released unto mankind from Christ's pierced side, just after He had died on the Cross, gushing forth there precisely on that spot-of-bequeath when Mary had just been named "Mother" of the human race, the Apostle John standing in all our place, she being thus divinely acknowledged, in the God-man's last words, as intercessor or Mediatrix of All Grace. If indeed in His more-typical parabolic way: not forcing truth upon us, but always leaving a space, as in His earthly dealings with Jews, for the hard-hearted to refuse to believe. Salvation there on Calvary being immediately afterward "consumated", in His own self-immolating words, and the ocean of the divine pity and condescension opened up, to pour out to us in their necessarily-liturgically, ceremonial way, at Holy Mass in particular, and in the rest of the seven Sacraments as well. This laver-of-Redemption as realized in that divine-victim Holocaust of Calvary which was only faintly prefigured in Jewish Temple sacrifices of the Old Law.
Yet ever-proud and perverse heresy continues to be fraught with this notion, captured so well in the words of a once-popular song, "me and Jesus got our own thing going; we don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about", that the Catholic Church, the obvious chosen vessel of clerical guidance, the Sacraments and the interventions of angels and saints, far from being worthy of such a charge, is rather somehow incurably diseased with personal tyranny, and so must be discarded out-of-hand. So that in great displays of a crusty sort of cynical arch-prudence the Christian soul is exhorted, today most commonly by highly-vocal throngs of Evangelicals, to abandon the Bark of Peter, to trust in "the Bible only", and his own interpretation thereof, as his only forelorn hope. Such a soul indeed in grave danger of sinking on this Sea of Gallilee of mortal life, as he, like an initial unconfirmed St. Peter before, tries to make his way to the Savior all alone, out upon the tossing waves. Such a fatal misconception seeming to suggest that God "made a mistake"--of course, an impossibility--in founding that One True Church which he so plainly bequeathed in perpetuity to the faithful, to serve after His Ascension as the very vessel of salvation. A Church indeed left in the care of morally-frail yet divinely-aided mortal men. Neither for that matter did God "make a mistake" in choosing the faithless Jews as the human channel of Salvation, while ultimately rejecting them specifically, yet employing them all-the-same for the "yet bolder flights" of the salvation of the entire human race. Such an erroneous view, of the Catholic Church as "defunct"--even if admittedly now suffering the gravest crisis in its history of two thousand years--leaving largely sealed for those thus deluded this Sacramental sea of divine pity, gushing forth from the Savior's side in so timeless a way, in graces mediated, impetrated for us by that same New Eve standing there beneath. With such heretical persons likewise and of course catastrophically derailing the train of saintly and angelic interventions in their regard, as well as barring the myriad other ministrations of an admittedly morally-frail clergy: they who, like sometimes-corrupt levites of old, nonetheless have many good and essential things to impart. As Jesus said, to paraphrase from memory: "you must obey the Pharisees, but not imitate them": an exhortation to be applied to any validly-ordained, doctrinally-sound, but morally-unworthy cleric as well. For the good Master most obviously did not leave us such a stripped-down kind of religion, of the pages of a book: a Bible which itself, notably in the New Testament, came from out of the bosom of the Church, and was only compiled and released in canonical form at the dawn of the fifth century. Before which time believers had only the Catholic Church itself for their guide: this living and breathing Body of men, with Christ above at its head, so obviously chosen by God as the vessel of our Redemption, indeed known by the title Catholic--or "as believed universally"--already by the end of the first Christian century. Thus making it a gross act of ingratitude to use the Book to attack the Church from whence the former finally in full form came: a prodigy achieved amid first-Christian-era martyrdoms, later amid deadly throne-favored Arian heretics, and other onerous tribulations as well. The Bible as a whole likewise requiring the Church's authentic interpretation, as is so fitting to that living, divinely-empowered assembly of which the Savior, again, so constantly and lovingly spoke, notably at the Last Supper, as the legacy He would leave behind to shepherd and nourish us in all ways after his death and Resurrection from the grave. Obviously something which no mere inanimate book, no matter how exalted, can possibly achieve.
September 2, 2018: More on Unam Sanctam as the infallible lodestar of government. Article, as always, developed in following days.
We speak here of the early-fourteenth-century dogmatic pronouncement of Pope Boniface VIII, who was basically a martyr for the Faith under cruel persecutions of Philip the Fair of France, with the Frenchman so poor a successor to the holy St. Louis IX of a generation before. Philip in company with monarchs like the Hohenstaufens and a host of others before having rebelliously impugned the immemorial Catholic doctrine on the state, a teaching in answer capsulized by Boniface in this forthright exposition, one which declared in stentorian clarity that "every creature under heaven must be subject to the Roman Pontiff in order to be saved". Here of course in these forceful words being reiterated the constant teaching of the Church on matters of papal jurisdiction, declaring the latter to be gravely binding upon leaders at every level, rather than suggesting anything like the "Old Catholic" heresy, as the bull is so often misconstrued, of the denial of the Baptism of Desire (the biblical "Spirit that gives testimony"). The noted nineteenth-century error essentially averring that one must be water-baptized a Catholic in order to be saved. However, jurisdiction rather than water-baptism was the burning issue of those times, one of those successive doctrinal controversies for whose definitive resolution papal pronouncements were indeed divinely designed, a doctrine-under-seige more familiar to the historian under the title of Lay Investiture, a rather arbitrary word for an heretical mindset under some form irrupting in every other age as well, not excluding our own. For seen alike in Philip, in many early Byzantine rulers, in Barbarossa, and in the Masonic secularist state of today, albeit in each case in outwardly-divergent garb, is a powerful resurgence of the whole ancient pagan idea of the nation as not subject to the law of God but strictly that of man: an erroneous position which in all ages invariably employs those exceedingly-brief words of Our Blessed Lord, "render therefore to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's": divine words however scarcely meant to announce a revolutionary new doctrine of any kind, as they are so ceaselessly and artfully construed. Here being a heresy brutally-consequential in its practical effects, one after which the ears of some men in high places seem to itch incessantly in every age, summarily applying for their own purposes this laconic statement of the Savior, a rejoinder meant by Him only as an adroit tactical maneuver, of which Jesus had perforce to use so many and so various in kind, to circumvent verbal traps incessantly set for him by ever-scheming synagogue audacity. The bait in this case being the issue of taxation. Hence is it sheer impious nonsense to suggest that Jesus meant in this tactically-evasive retort to up-end the entire edifice of Old and New Testament teaching on the state, to make Himself indeed a champion of a radical political liberalism which finds no place for the law of God in public policy or affairs. Such incendiary ideas thus allegedly being divinely announced like a time-bomb for that coming age when they would so violently irrupt, brashly sweeping aside the immemorial divine teaching, to wit, that all things and "creatures" on earth, even as the bull of Boniface so stoutly maintained, come under the authority, the jurisdiction, of God, and in these last ages, these Christian times, that of his Vicar here on earth as well, the Pontiff in Rome. Such egregious errors opening the way for that kind of "progress" which is nothing but an impressive but unstable Tower of Babel, raised defiantly against hovering solicitudes of a good and all-powerful God.
Here in this issue is plainly involved moral authority, as the good Savior would hardly have expected popes and clerics of the ages to be familiar with enervating details of police procedure or the marching of soldiers in column and line: thus understood being "the things of Caesar", which include methods and tokens of taxation as well. Even these mundane matters however scarcely being conceded a place apart, as if the Church's moral authority had no applicability there. Yet as noted this brief phrase is consistently harkened back to by Philip and all who would torture such passages of Scripture til they are made to say what is desired--exegetes of which today, alas, there are legion, over every topic in sacred pages contained--attempting in this case as noted to trap the good Savior in a verbal ambush, just as had Jews of yore, over the coin with Caesar's image contained. Back then hoping that He would disparage the one or the other, and thereby be guilty of either blasphemy or a rebellious les majeste. And certainly in fine in no wise is there announced in these few words any stark polarities between Caesar and God, since the good of mankind is the aim of both, while the Deity and His law must obviously hold the superior position in any interactions or comparisons between the two, if our Faith is to be conceded any practical impact at all. However this radical duality, of an actual undying enmity between Caesar and God, was stoutly maintained by one well-heeled neo-conservative met with out here on Crusade: he who alleged that until Christ comes back all government "is under the power of Hell". Something over which he seemed little disturbed or disappointed at all.
Alas, this artificial cleavage between God and the state so brutally imposed upon a pope by Philip the Fair would fatefully open the door to a much-later Enlightenment Era goddess of Liberty, in an idea of statecraft as the mere will and whim of man, an error which has brought mankind such terrible catastrophes in an endless chain, a falsehood which finds first beginnings indeed all the way back in the ancient classical paganism of Greece and Rome. States whose citizens especially prized a vaunted liberty apart from that orderly kind which observes the divine will, that primary legislation discried however obscurely even by these Gentiles in a natural law at times so poorly understood, by people blamelessly unacquainted with the soul-penetrating Revelation of the Synagogue and later of the Christian Faith. The ancient pagan nonetheless and as noted espousing a disorderly freedom much like that which would devolve steadily in our own era, notably after medieval monarchs made their audacious claims against the authority, the juridiction, of papal Rome. This patent political philosophy of rebellion finally debauching into the sodomy-marriage, the sodomy-"self-identification", the false-flag wars, the treasonous official secrecy, of our own day and time, all to be stoutly justified under "Caesar's" colonial-era fife-and-drum. The liberty of ancient Greece and Rome alike having indeed, remarkably enough, regarded anything like public virtue in a fickle and ambivalent way: indeed with those who in public life had performed heroic and exemplary deeds being readily subject to "the ostricism", expressing the petty jealousy of the people against someone who was so obviously devoted to the law of God stamped on every soul, as practically manifested in his devotion to the public good. According to Plutarch, this penalty being effected in a mass plebescite written on shards of broken pottery, hence the Greek word. Some of the greatest men of the times easily having been ruined in this cruel sentence of exile for a space of ten years, just for having been so good, loyal and true. Ah, equality indeed, starkly prefiguring that of our times, to thus cut the most worthy "down to ones own size"! While the unscrupulous waging of war in particular was a stunning example of the ancient political perfidy, this bloody venture being more than anything else a means for conceding to some rapturously swooned-over Caesar or Alcibiades the glories of military adventurism, with motives of just cause being dismissively superceded or pushed aside.
Plainly then being prepared in the time of Philip the Fair was a return to ancient pagan political thinking, to devolve since "The Enlightenment" into allegedly-infallible "self-winding-clock" efficiencies of the cryptic rule of a tiny elite such as ruled ancient Rome or Greece, they who in the USA arrange some treacherous blood-letting among our own citizens and then blame some other nation, inevitably a major financial creditor, in order to "gloriously" march in, with banners of "liberty" wildly flapping in the breeze, with all-absolving "render unto Caesar" logic generously involved. This "will and whim" notion of liberty being likewise seen on our streets, in our schools, in our very homes, in the drug-addiction, sexual perversion, barbaric entertainments, and so on, which have become the leitmotif of our age: ah, liberty indeed! Causing modern nations like the USA to far exceed the ancients in their levels of disorder and wrong, in excesses which always follow like night follows day when passion is given unlimited sway. However these forebears did at least retain some notion of right and wrong, their fault being more a matter of a lack of constancy than a total void like ours in these crucial regards.
Hence with good reason advocated here on this site and in this Crusade is a steadfast return to older Christian political forms, beneficiaries that they were of the genuine teachings of the Savior as painstakingly developed over two millennia, in public forums and monastic scriptoria alike, and laboriously applied to public and practical matters of every kind. These traditional political units, termed "organic" in many political textbooks, having been sedulously negotiated in charters, with rights and privileges for noble and commoner alike, having often originated "in the time of the Confessor" (the good king Edward of that hallowed name and eleventh-century reign), and been considered gravely binding on all concerned. Thus too is avoided the fatal propensity of modern "liberty-loving" political systems to become debating societies among the leaders themselves, with the people having no realistic input at all: an anomaly which devolves with great ease into the code-of-secrecy which is the leitmotif of the modern state. A proverbial "rug" under which so many ugly things are "hid". Such a vaunted liberty treating the people like an unthinking herd, worthy only of choosing between "leaders" one way or another equally bad, while condescendingly averring that "the people would never understand", were public issues to be openly and publicly, with citizen participation, resolved. The innate comprehensive wisdom of the public forum, especially when motivated by Christian principles, being so arrogantly denied in these arch-condescending sentiments of an arrogant breed. The state according to the constant teaching of the Church being meant by contrast to be entirely open and above-board, publicly arbitrated, to benefit by the collective wisdom of the body politic, so hard won by cumulative human experience and pain, and hardly the arena of chaos and immorality spawned by blood-oath-secretive, government-controlling leagues of today. The polity rather divinely designed to be an agape feast of brotherhood, of mutual aid, respect and regard, and especially solicitous in the careful avoidance of those mere theatrical appearances which so much rule nations of today. The state, following the model of a late-ancient to early-medieval "Republic of Rome" which was ruled by the Pope and whose vestiges lasted until the treacherous Masonic dismemberment of the Papal States, being crafted as the harbor of uplifting laws and cultural forms, and locally, where most of the governing in such good nations actually takes place, fraught with pious threshold greetings like the once-invariable "praised be Jesus and Mary" of well-remembered times not that long ago. While furthermore the state, readily drawing earthward the abundant blessings of God, when formed in such liniments and according to the unanimous teaching of St. Thomas Aquinas and other holy doctors before, is meant likewise to use the rod of correction upon the morally errant: not at all in order to be tyrannical, but rather for the reclamation of both society and of their own individual character, and the saving of their souls. This being indeed the paramount role and blessing of the good state, that it cares for its citizens not only in temporal things but in those of a noble and elevated kind so fit for humankind, whose accession ends in the enjoyment of eternal life. Championing a liberty-of-soul of the most exalted kind, rather than that adolescent-minded, Enlightenment Era fife-and-drum nonsense which has demonstrated itself so well to be fit only for herds of swine. Such a good state showing itself worthy-of and proportional-to the whole range of needs of frail and mortal/immortal man, in every dimension of his being, in well-informed political tools divinely precisely molded to contours of our human nature by a good God. The state thus being an entirely new creature under the inspiration of the Catholic Faith, exercising in leader and citizen alike that "fatherhood, all of which comes from God", that marvelous public boon which is both severe to the wayward and generous to the common man. The public realm scarcely being the "rough and tumble" of modern democracy's conflicting interests, said somehow by some mystery-bound Masonic alchemy to resolve themselves under a U.S. Constitution "divinely inspired". Government being designed by a good God as no speech-making society where mountebanks can put on perfumed airs, as in ancient times, but rather a forge upon which are laboriously hammered-out vital practical issues of the day, whose abiding rule is love or charity, in the concatenation of efforts of natural leaders and ordinary men, under Church auspices. In this way arriving at a publicly-arbitrated, comprehensive common good in all regards.
August 25, 2018: Above-board, divinely-guided personal leadership versus lodge-hall/group secrecy: the one from Heaven, the other from Hell.
Once you grasp this cipher, then everything becomes quite plain, for God does not guide groups but only those individuals of which they are composed: the group itself being incapable of receiving grace, being essentially only an idea. But once this falsehood of group leadership becomes the modus operandi of a nation, with apotheosized, elite-group-inspired "constitutions" replacing the law of God as determining principle for civil and criminal law and diplomacy, then chaos is assured, and the fiend will have his day, taking possession of legislatures and judiciaries which have become no better than debating societies, like "ships without a rudder", often-enough "choking on a gnat but swallowing a camel", this malevolent infernal overseer packing them with the secondary infection of secret societies who conjured or quietly coerced the constitution involved, and who by way of internal reverse-looped processes must be turned to in order to "get things done". These in turn swearing blood oaths, inevitably concocting satanic rituals, as these plenipotentiary groups invariably, by slippery pathways of hubris and uninhibited power-greed, fall under more-or-less formal infernal sway. This whole concept of group determinism being the standard way that satan himself "gets things done", animating these political cabals with his own deadly and murderous personality, much indeed like the suicidal biblical "herd of swine".
True leadership among mortal men on the other hand is rather a balancing between admittedly frail personal actors, whose "strength is made perfect in infirmity": this being is the irreplaceable human personal and political method, in a sharing-out indeed, but always as contained within a down-to-earth, bracing sense of reality, a satisfying and sustaining cultural envelope inseparable from genuine human interaction, rather than being "handed down" in ringing dictums from "thus spake Zarathustra" dark regions of lodge-hall-ceremonial life. With even the architecture of their meeting halls suggesting sinister and ominous things. This self-important cult-of-secrecy, by which the input of the common man is with set purpose despised, bearing bitter fruit, by which indeed such a tree is known, in today's perverse court-rulings and legislation, the native-blood-sacrificing false flag wars, always for a "higher cause", whose "necessity", again, is held to be incommunicable to the common citizen at all. All this plainly destructive maelstrom taking the place of the traditional, divinely-guided mutual wisdom the commonweal, the laborious hammering-out of thorny issues in bilateral charters that generously answered to interests of noble and commoner alike, that were richly rewarding in a marvelously comprehensive way, with each particular party, whether great or small, being happily interwoven into a public tapestry of a magnificent kind. In an orchestration whose productive and salubrious harmony sustains life and happiness on earth, while gravitating toward an eternity of joy with God in a Heavenly home.
Hence we must not despise the political wisdom of Christian ancestors of old, but rather reverently put it back in place, learning once again to arbitrate political issues in a neighborly, brotherly "give and take" which is good for the soul, which brings joy, peace and harmony. Rather than as at present trembling under apprehensions of "what's coming next?", as dictums of Trumpesque or Hillarian false deities utter thundering directives one after the other, and the infernal and life-sacrificing consequences are said to be "the price of democracy", or "the march of freedom", or "of progress", and so on and on. Ah, how such tiresome, theatrical slogans kill the spirit, deafen the ear! As the futuristic deity of Judaism, its false "messiah", whom Christ identified as Satan himself, steadily rears its ugly, tradition-despising head. Required rather being a loving and devoted return to that "fatherhood, all of which comes from God", in that paternal if socially-shared-out wisdom which for one thing is the sole immovable guarantor against that sexual perversion of today. That social disease whose chief spawning ground is in emotion-laden intrigues of maternally-dominated homes. That abomination, soon, as at Sodom and Gomorrah, to bring the incineration, this time not of a few towns but of three-quarters of the human race. This fiendish travesty ramroded by satanically-inspired courts, motivating a contempt for fathers of families and nations in particular, constituting that quintessentially-infernal rebellion which is the fountainhead of sodomy, abortion, and all other choas-breeding, anti-life things becoming so repugnantly familiar to us today.
August 17 2018: The wisdom of modern academia in a nutshell: There is no such thing as evil, only "backwardness", "ignorance", or a host of mental conditions. The only cure for which is allegedly a scholastically-directed, herd-enforced, "self-identifying" self-indulgence.
Indeed and as stated before on this site, the only evil person under this worldview is anyone who believes there is such a thing as evil. Such a person said to be hopelessly "paranoid"--ah, their favorite witch-hunting, self-justifying word--to have a "negative", "judgmental" outlook on life, and thus to be the closest thing to a coward and a hypocrite that such an indulgent system will admit. Having fatally and shamefacedly despaired of blank-faced-animalistic answers of Sigmund Freud, the very messiah of modern synagogue-directed thought. He who supposedly rescued us all from the "neuroses" of Christian piety, the "old wives tales" of angels and saints. The weird formularies of the late-nineteenth/early-twentieth century guru, the Big Kabula of the modern mind, said to be the only hope in this "heroic" escape from Menninger's ever-Christian, notably-Catholic "man against himself". Although as a truly-cowardly concession to ever-towering Freudianism, the Evangelicals, and even some old-line denominations, of today have espoused an especially radical version of the signature-Protestant "faith without works": such enthusiasts able as it were to "have their cake and eat it, too", as this latter-day practical apostasy has no particular problem with sins of the gravest, even indeed the most unnatural, and thus in a very real sense recognize no evil or evil persons--such an idea to them being the rankest of heresies--thus with utmost facility finding a comfortable home among modern psychiatry's man psuedo-principles of every shape and size.
As much as all these breathless proclamations are said to aim at the release at last of "the self" from all its fabled fetters of yore, as the above might suggest to the perceptive mind, these people turn on a dime and insist with equal ardor that we must flee from our own interior life above all things, as it is said by all these budding sages to contain only terrible ghosts, frightful illusions, impulses toward fanaticism, toward "paranoia", megalomania, and so on. The touchstone of this personal individual release being with highest irony sought in close company with the herd, presumably also thus all-absolving-with, and incognito-about sin, many its most restive elements no doubt "self-identifying", grunting and snorting together against anything that cannot be thus generically and without distinction shared, ready indeed to plunge over the nearest cliff at the least faint sound of hoof scraping rocky soil. Being entirely engrossed in group-shared eating, drinking, "sex" of every conceivable kind, and so on and on. Things which real herds, of course, might partake, but only moderately and in accord with their natural and indeed virtuous use. Hence plainly enough according to slippery slopes of this twisted satanic logical the only evil is to imagine any existence apart from this stamping and lowing crowd, in that "peace which the world cannnot give" of the biblical "inner chamber" of the soul, the only "vice" to master oneself--the very wedding garment of admittance to nuptials therein celebrated--to become an independent force to be reckoned with, to concern oneself with truth or virtue. Such pursuits being considered part and parcel of that old way of thinking which modern scholarship before and post-modern scholarship more recently have alike so "heroically" exerted themselves to banish from among "peoplekind". With even the old expression mankind regarded as tainted with tradition beyond any repair. Ah, yes, a weakling under management of the bellowing herd: such is the much-vaunted hero of our times!
Of course, part-and-parcel of the above, allegedly a self-evident truth, is the categorical that once you have sinned, you are "in denial" if you imagine that you can ever lead an innocent life again. Hence too, in a belief system as fervent, or rather fervid, as any ever before seen, any misgivings that may crop up along the way about the terrible unknown, the plunging void, into which this thought-consuming process-philosophy is leading: any such rather sensible demur is ranked as an apostasy of the blackest kind, with such turncoat "denials" being only a cowardly retreat from surrender-demanding outlines of this new "wisdom" which sweeps all before itself. Again, as noted above, owning that any departure, or the least variance, from this modern-day self-indulgent, Civilization-disolving foppery, first encountered a century and quarter ago in the frank diabolism of Sigmund Freud, amounts to evil of the blackest kind. While highly germane to such a program of deceit was my own dream or vision of teenage or early-twenties years, in which I found myself on the brink of a vaporous sea, with an infinitude of others closely crowded against me on either side, in a long circular line stretching to the barely-discernible banks of the opposite shore. These reprobated souls demanding, with pushes and tugs, that I too plunge with them into this smoking void, at whose bottom fire rather than water was no doubt found.
Where is the celebrated "liberty" in all of this? It is the unfettered ability to accept without question--here being the only "holiness" permitted or involved--all that this sodomite-creating, space-capsule philosophy demands. It is to be found in an unmitigated rejection of any personally-authored thought at all, such as our "backward" forefathers so treasured, and often gave their lives to preserve or restore. All "justice" and "right" being handed down to us in thundering gavel-poundings by elfish cloaked figures ranged above, in rarified academic and Federal-judicial regions, where all things for peoplekind are "rightly" determined here below. The input of individual man being ranked by these new deities as fatally destructive, at best a useless wandering away from this gloriously-demanding, collectivist/preternatural path.
No, my friends: I will take my medieval "stations of the Cross", my vigils in company with Christ my Savior, my beloved ever-accommodating, individuality-nourishing, character-developing comaraderie of parish and neighborhood life of Christian men of yore. And I will "draw a line in the sand", and do what I can to see that these noble and Godly things are solidly, unshakeably, and with due legal formality restored to their former pride-of-place.
July 18, 2918: The modern-day Jew and Judaizer, a chilling replay of Apostolic times. These commentaries on the Synagogue only repeat the warnings of pontiffs of anno domino time, and represent no "hatred" at all: except against that wickedness which is ever the Jewish calling card.
The loss of the Covenant by the Jews was the result of their thoroughgoing and consistent rejection of God's law and will, notably in their murdering of all the prophets, and finally of the very Son of God Himself. While these "white sepulchres" have nonetheless retained for millennia a striking appearance of righeousness, this by way of a complete immersion in externals, a hypocrisy which, like reprobation itself, becomes stouter and more self-arrogating over time. A Synagogue which likewise exhibits a tremendous facility at such belabored but order-overthrowing disciplines as linguistics, that modern mummery which given time would change the meaning of every word under the sun, a shadowy pursuit suited to perpetually-fluid faces of Jewish lore, in which word and face alike bear no relation to truth at all, but are mere sounding boards for theatrical effects desired. As honor means nothing to the standard Jew, but only the perpetual advantage, to be sought above all else, for which all human means or instrumentalities, all philosophy, intellectuality or art, are only so many blinds, baffles or ploys. While furthermore the Jew enlists to himself a host of biblical "Judaizers", gentiles who eagerly make themselves useful to this nefarious Jewish cause, auxiliaries in some "urgently needed" futuristic change, some "self-identifying" academic perversity, some space-launch, some "cutting edge" nano-industrial platform, these goyim being comfortably installed functionaries put in place through Jewish institutional/psychological and pecuniary power. By means of which alliance the honest and above-board has been totally banished from human affairs, with trickery and duplicity fatally mistaken for intelligence at every turn. Hence as suggested above when in company with one of these Jews or Judaizers--to be found everywhere that Jewish influence is sought, but especially in the USA--one finds oneself back in a beard-stroking first century Jerusalem very quickly, as if no time had passed at all, no matter how overwhelmingly-progressive the whole impressive imposture may be. Just before ruin closes over your country, your world, like the lid to a coffin in a funeral home.
It takes the grace of God to fight these perpetually scheming and manipulating people, coupled with a childlike simplicity such as Christ Himself requires of us if we would save our souls. For if we allow ourselves to be pulled into those subtleties in which Jews and their associates are so well versed, or trade with them that abusive railery which is their stock-in-trade, we will be vanquished miserably every time. While furthermore to secure the state against inroads of these eternal biblically-identified "enemies of mankind" it must be founded immovably on Catholic custom and law: not at all to force Catholicism on anyone but because every other sort of Christianity is too weak, too fluid, too generic and impersonal to stand up to the incessant Jewish intrigue, which carefully examines every person, every inch of the city walls, to look for a breach it might widen disastrously. For purposes of which vigilance government must return to older forms, with a nobility and a monarchy which form a sturdy network of natural personal leadership, of canny strength, with rights, privileges and duties of both prince and commoner spelled out in carefully negotiated charters, under Church guidance and auspices, as in medieval times: when self-government was no theatrical claim, but a living, breathing reality in which persons at all levels had an intimate share. Hardly being deleriously happy to be ruled by secret societies from on high, to be experimented upon, tto be led into false-flag wars which are only ritual human sacrifice under a thin disguise.Similarly, and as all this suggests, the public wellbeing depends upon a thorough familiarity of public official and private citizen alike with the latest species of Jewish skullduggery, in a vigilance, a ferreting out which term-serving senates and allegedly self-adjusting and self-monitoring republican forms of government are entirely incapable of. These being in practice defenseless against these highly-personal leagues such as now rain havoc on the USA, combines epitomized in those scarcely-democratic Federal courts whose judges and justices rule like pagan deities, or cloaked sorcerers, imposing hideous perversities without any limit or restraint. Modern government, much-made-over though it be, being an inert kind of polity, an alleged "bastion of freedom" easily circumvented, like that notorious Maginot Line of French set-in-concrete artillery emplacements, constructed in the late nineteenth century, over-confidently trained toward Germany, tactically-immobile fortresses sidestepped by the Germans with little difficulty at all. Our war being against those traitors who respect no set-piece-constitutional line-of-defenses, who perpetually plot and deceive, who are entirely lacking in integrity or goodwill, and are therefore incapable of operating democratically, all the while they put inescapably in charge. Biblical enemies of mankind and by definition of the state as well, who must be rigidly denied any participation therein: just as Al Capone would have been denied any input into storied 1930s anti-mob workings of the FBI. These implacable adversaries who therefore require the tireless vigilance of individual authorities exhaustively acquainted with their every latest move or longstanding strategy. Leaders who must not be hamstrung by arcane political theories, all-determining congresses, or judges perversely claiming the very moral authority of God, the good state requiring noblemen who are rather held in reasonable check by healthy, time-tried countervailing tensions, like the bodily muscular envelope itself. Such species of viable statehood being living, breathing, organic, responsive realities with which certain older systems, much discussed on this site, were so happily replete, tending to make the state not the pirate league that it is today but rather the antechamber to a Heavenly home.
July 9, 2018: The coming collapse of modern production methods: what does this mean for the Crusade?
Actually, it is a tremendous provender of hope, since the entire overbearing strength of the diabolical New World Order is based on today's ultra-centralized economy and an inseparable digital retrenchment of everything on earth, ranging from agriculture to education to energy to communications to transportation to weaponry. This whole monstrous totality, with its ugly cubic miles of concrete, its ceaseless commuting, its monolithic, brainwash-oriented academic and communications interface, its sky-darkening wind-turbines, its myriads of dope-peddling mobsters, politically-powerless laborers and high-handed functionaries, its "patriotism" which is only international piracy: this oppressive superstructure, formidable though it be, is engineered to fail, being intrinsically built upon debt rather than solvency, being preliminary to the most brutal and perverse totalitarianism ever seen. A day when everything will be done by naked force, with the human will only for exercise by ruling Nazis--read here Ashkenazis--the vicious and cruel: that which is at the very essence of sodomy and the whole satanic "self-identification" depravity scheme. While being essentially a milk-cow for well-heeled Jews, this digital military-industrial complex produces an assortment of mega-expensive jets and space-age-Big-Bertha-style armaments which typically require perfect conditions to operate, which malefunction, like the old M-16 rifle of the Vietnam War, in the midst of battle, just when needed most. As in a retailing of planes which drop like a rock in the middle of some space-age maneuver, scarcely letting the pilot jettison to safety, as no doubt even that digital component has also "frozen up". Thus too the mega-expensive productions of Detroit, these "latest model" digital masterpieces being amply represented among those seen so often disabled, on the back of some tow truck, or left somewhere, stubbornly-immovable like some braying modern-day donkey or mule, there beside the road. Even as this unearthly interconnected doomsday-machine is also destined to come to a grinding halt through a Heavenly intervention whose first beginnings have already appeared, as predicted throughout the Holy Bible and in prophesies of myriad anno domino saints, being plainly and graphically forecast by Our Blessed Lady in her prodigy-laden apparitions at Fatima and Garabandal of the past century in time. With the first of these Heavenly visitations, in 1917, to the horror of a hundred thousand witnesses, gathered there from all over Europe in the central Portuguese mountains, finding the sun seeming to plunge murderously toward the earth, amid cries of "the end of the world!". A fact duly reported even by agnostic, Freemasonic newspapers of Lisbon of the times, who had sent reporters there to mock and scorn, men who instead came back shaken to the bone, their written phrases piously subdued. This impossibility, of a solar plunge, of course symbolizing its opposite, for an earth which already for at least a decade has wobbled unpredictably, and whose orbit is skewed beyond any repair, like all such disabled satellites set to be absorbed by its ever-beckoning centrifocal star. All this, as seems clear to us, in a coming punishment a century ago pronounced by the celestial visitant, and in near future to so terribly arrive, whose final life-extincting consumation, as revealed at Fatima, will only be prevented by Our Lady's merciful hand. This being the only way we at the Crusade can interpret this "Miracle of the Sun", this prodigy of all times, which plainly needed the solar events of recent years for its true biblically-foreshadowed significance to be properly revealed in all its aweful force. While the second such prophetic Marian apparition, taking place in Spain in the '60s, at the very time of the diabolical Second Vatican rogue-council, declared that "many priests and bishops are traveling the road to perdition and taking many souls with them", while likewise speaking of the self-same punishment drawn in such precise and terrible contours at Fatima--again, as understood so plainly now in hindsight, as confirmed by present solar and climactic events--a divine retribution predicted as well in general terms as early as the miracle-laden visions of LaSalette in France in the 1840s. Garabandal however uniquely predicting a preliminary "warning" in which "the skin will burn", this occurence, biblically prefigured multiple times, without question signifying the mounting heat of a present-day sun, in between terrible storms whose stifling, steam-like moisture and ironic bouts-of-cold, from the planetary evaporative effect, is provoked thereby, preliminary to the incineration augured by all the above. Indeed this very punitive alternation between hot and cold having been predicted in the Old Testament as well. A terrible punishment finally to be halted, for the survival of a Godly fraction, only at Mary's motherly command: as magnificent prefigurements at Fatima so plainly reveal, in a riveting preview of end-time things to come. (We say to skeptics: cannot God thus commission His Most Holy Mother, the New Eve, who helped the New Adam reclaim the human race, if He similarly tasks the much-lesser, Mary-attending angel choirs?) Thousands of orbiting satellites soon to veritably melt and disintegrate under an intensifying, oven-like solar heat, biblically predicted to become as bright and hot as "seven suns"--plainly forecasting the "warning" of Garabandal--before the fatal plunge ensues, and the ultimate incineration takes place. The debris meanwhile to dive murderously to earth, useless "state of the art" junk raining down upon a "progress"-worshipping mankind little acquainted any longer with anything non-digital, non-orbital at all. And in any case with no time left to reconfigure to older forms--a near-impossible task to begin with, the digital revamp having been achieved with breathless and irreversible completeness by "progressive" investors, politicians, scientists and engineers. Any return to that recent older direction being thus firmly precluded, to re-learn less arch-technical, semi-manual, largely long-forgotten skills such as our canny grandfathers once so marvelously displayed, in an impossible retro-conversions which a reenlivened "Industrial Age" of a mid-century before would require. Men today thus scarcely having a clue about "outdated", "primitive" but supremely dependable productive methods of earlier centuries past, of noble forefathers for whom gab, the Harbor Idol of a ribald "Liberty", or the soul-damning siren-song of an all-consuming, duty-shirking "successful retirement", wasn't the only thing in life that mattered. Today's shorts-wearing, busy-as-a-bee retirees having "no time" to prepare their souls for death, while anything pious just wouldn't be "politically correct" among all the other self-congratulating occupants there at the trendy RV park. Noble forebears, disowned-by and utterly alien to this breed, having had no inclination to do any unconscionable thing at all to "keep that job", or earn that graduate degree, and who were thus much more likely ready to meet their Maker after earnest, soul-searching toils here on earth were done.
Then it is, amid frightful, ominous heavenly signs, that the good, albeit staggeringly outnumbered, will as predicted by a hundred saints and biblical lines overcome legions of the perverted and wicked, so rampantly dominant today, in a confrontation no doubt to find its last battle taking place at Armageddon in the present "State of Israel"--a place and showdown perhaps identifiable with the "battle of the Birch Trees" in prophetic parlance of Catholic saints--when the noted punitive Heavenly prodigy will literally incinerate the myriads of wicked combatants, composed of Jews and their allied hoards, during that final battle whose blood will come up to "the bridle of a horse". This while spare numbers of the just are protected by the merciful interposition of the loving divine hand, as mediated by Our Blessed Lady, in ways discussed by both Scriptures and saints of yore. This progressive annihilation of planet earth by the sun being predicted by numerous saints of a thousand years to consume some three quarters of humanity in its ironic cinder-laden darkness and blazing solar fire, a gigantic number indeed, among which unfortunately will be many good souls as well, among those not conversant with heaven-sent instructions to be followed by those true believers who would wish to survive. Hence a long-predicted need to cover over windows, so as not to witness the fiery divine punishment: here being an obvious direct parallel to the command given to Lot and his wife not to "turn around" and view Sodom and Gomorrah's demise: disobedience to which directive earned the woman her own deadly fate. Our world set to suffer the same fiery punishment, the only kind fit for the self-same filthy, odious crimes as disgraced the twin cities of ancient times. While likewise enjoined by at least one such saintly soul is a sealing of all openings, so as not to breath the poisonous air: which injunction may easily find a parallel in the Jewish Passover, when the Egyptian first-born were all destroyed, as if by some malevalent vapor. The heavenly prodigy no doubt bringing about a cessation of combat in its fiery approach, and a repairing-to-shelter of all involved: a measure to prove effective however only for thus-instructed righteous combatants involved, even as the wicked to a man, whatever precautions they might have in place, are burned alive. While Padre Pio the stigmatist also spoke of a need to keep blessed candles, which will alone give light, for use during this biblically-prefigured "three days of darkness", as named indeed by other noted saintly souls, as the history of salvation approaches its culminating phase. A time however concerning which Jesus tells us, to paraphrase from memory "when you see these things beginning to come to pass, lift up your heads, for your redemption is at hand!" As for one thing God never lets the wicked stay too long in power. These coming battles, with the side of the good no doubt, as already here and there in the Ukraine, flying the colors of the old American Confederacy, as do we, being destined to be fought in the most rudimentary of ways, with stunning victories such as these heroic Eastern Ukrainians have continually achieved, against an "advanced" weaponry and "mine is but to do or die" soldiery so poorly motivated to do battle, in wars which must be justly waged or be infamously regarded as mass-murder of ones fellow man. These newer methods, even when marginally operative, being as noted utterly dependent upon soon-to-fail sattelites and digital circuitry, set to be less than useless to the military man. This mammoth providential failure being the blessed avenue by which the humblest of men and women will find a new and unlooked-for importance, as instructors in tried and true methods, as spinners and weavers, as blacksmiths and swordsmiths, growers of healthy, hand-harvested, non-gmo crops, instructors in childhood and civic virtue, and so on. While the wild, perverted, ribald hoards of the wicked, the final harvest of today's "self-identifying" breed, will be steadily cut down in their over-confident aggressions by these ancient weapons and finally consumed by this blessed Kamikazi, this "Heavenly Wind" of fire. Their perverse, overbearing presumption, their gloating arrogance, remembered only as an ugly and happily-forgotten dream.
Thus, finally, do we ask these good souls of many lands, these Mongolians or hinterland Russians or Chinese who aren't yet entirely ignorant of these older methods, as are most of us for the most part here in the USA, to lend new vigor to their horsemanship, to dust off the old anvil, repair the forge, bellows and other simple accessories, to go back to harvesting and grinding grain by hand, the latter as do we on the Crusade: which alternatives although "abysmally backward" and "ignorant" are incredibly efficient, produce marvelously healthy food, and leave no unpayable million-dollar debts of mammoth farm machinery in use today. That which will so soon take its rusty, obsolescent place along side preternature behemoths like wind generators and other gargantuan parts-of-structures hauled down highways today, slated in future for collapse and incineration by divine command, together with those wicked whose reign they now expensively serve. Those ugly hulks of metal and plastic, those "oversize loads", whose digitally-driven purposes thus oddly fragmented and dangerously spirited down our highways can hardly be guessed at all. And we will prevail with our Jeb Stuart style cavalry charges, our broadswords and bucklers, our Sioux or Parthian or bows and arrows, our divine aid, our brotherly trust, "as when knighthood was in flower". A coming time when Our Blessed Lady, the New Eve, as predicted in Genesis, will crush the head of Satan and his perverse and malevolent breed with "her heel". Which humble down-trodden organ of this general of the heavenly armies symbolizes we her humblest and least-pre-possessing of children, waiting even now for her every divinely-maternal command.
July 22, 2018: Unless a nation is founded with the purpose of enforcing good and moral laws then it is no nation at all, but only a league of choas and piracy.
But it took schemers at the level of the Founders, secret-society functionaries to a man, to concoct an idea of the state as a "Noble Experiment" for other things beside justice or right, rather indeed for unqualified liberty, which plainly means liberty to do wrong, with only the most artificial and perfunctory restraint by "law". And how is such a society held together, where an explosive mixture of unscrupulous, self-willed, disorder-breeding men runs rampant, exerting simple naked force, in a choatic maelstrom so evident at all levels today, under all the democratic cant? With the cruel and barbaric very quickly gaining the upper hand, when gentle persuasions of law are not on the side of the ever-mild and cooperative good, this ring-earred bbreed steering the "state" by force in the direction of their every larcenous, murderous, self-gratifying whim. Like the "government" of the one-time international pirate Bluebeard, in whose regime the good were made to "walk the plank", and the unscrupulous wined and dined and catered-to at every turn.
Any such association, no matter how stirring its theatrical preambles, declarations or constitutions might be, is no country at all, and is typically-enough put-in-place on the bones of something truly good, just and noble that went before. Just as in the case of the USA, which was founded expressly to run-to-ground the marvelously fruitful and productive French and Spanish colonies of the entire Western Hemisphere, upholders of Christian principles, cultivars of native-Indian wealth, whether in herds which ran in the millions, in a state-of-the-art ship-building which rivalled or surpassed that of Spain, or in myriad other varieties of indigenous industry and wealth. These including cordage, mining, vinyards, every other ebullient and constructive pursuit under the sun. And in a native Aztec seated among other professors at the University of Mexico City, in a truth-loving rather than word-smithing intellectuality assiduously harbored under Spanish-Catholic auspices and care. Such efforts having indeed been duplicated in French-colonial realms, in a Quebec which converted northern tribes whose combined populations ran into many millions: eager recipients of Sacramental graces, Pottowatomie, Pawnee, Shawnee, a hundred other bands, set to be barbarously scattered across Western reaches of the future USA, initially by grim-mannered New England Colonial who couldn't abide the holy processions, the rosaries, the charitable sodalities, the convents and universities, thriving so close by, full of French-and-Indian-speaking natives bursting with industry and Gospel love, hating no one at all. The U.S. quickly thereafter, following its own occult inception, sending order-overthrowing Masonic revolutionary theorists and agitators into Latin America, where on the heels of events in New England, and as aided locally both by plentiful crypto-Jews of the Habsburg Royal Monopoly and by self-seeking, easily-convinced "Criollos" or native-born men of Spanish descent, it swiftly organized a treacherous, proto-Marxian "kicking in" of the "rotten" colonial "door", ruled in so looseknit a way from so far away. The USA itself having been established through schemes and machinations not only of Jews and Freemasons but of radical Calvinist Puritans, many of them veterans of Cromwells bloody pogroms against all order and peace in England and Ireland before, their colonial rebellion fueled by a rabid resentment that King George III, like his Hanoverian predecessors before, had no interest in uprooting Catholic France or Spain from the New World. All these ever-scheming republican forces seeking no nation-definitive common good but rather an officially-imposed moral chaos which renders unscrupulous, indeed diabolical, personal dominion entirely rampant and unchained. All this "democracy" under the cloak of the "now you see it, now you don't" of endless manipulation and intrigue: where by dint of a balancing act of false-flag patriotism, red-faced polemic and political abstraction the citizen awakes one fine day, snapping out of his accustomed reverie, like many of us did around 1990 or so, and finds himself in chains, and with no nation at all to call a home.
June 26, 2018: Some brief reflections on the Catholic political order versus the "self-winding", self-detonating "clock" of the modern Judeo-secret-society led world.
But in fact there is no self-winding clock here at all, but rather the most primitive sort of mainspring, whose hoary coils are turned and tightened by the biblical "enemy of mankind", in secretive windings of a money-counting Jewish hand. Adolph Hitler having only removed the last moral barrier in the way of this ancient totalitarian scheme, ruefully warned-against by a long line of popes reigning in every age, the madman creating martyrs for the cause out of some number of mostly-pious Jews--no six million--in the manner of those false-flag operations which since the American Revolution and its skillfully-invented "enemy", the mild and kindly King George III, have been the leitmotif of global conflict among this ever-secretive ruling crowd. He whom the Royal Colonies of the American South of those distant days, peopled by loyal subjects mostly averse to radical Calvinist Puritanism and its grim, bloodletting-Cromwellian creed, would hardly by their own initiative have rebelled against. Having been skillfully cajoled by such prime occultists of the late eighteenth century as Benjamin Franklin and Samuel Adams, some of them easily-enough trans-oceanic colleagues of the then-rampant Weishaupt of Illuminati fame. That cabal of eight or nine people, founded with high significance in that same 1776 in which the Declaration of Independence was proclaimed, they who still to this day speak directly to Satan in formal conferences, in the red glow of infernal flames, learning his latest hellish dictums to impose upon feckless men. For as it turns out there are only two worldviews of any lasting consequence, those of Heaven and those of Hell, with the latter always requiring impenitrable secrecy and incessant lying to "see things through". Conducting mankind through a series of shutes and blinds into the slaughterhouse which our oh-so-democratic and oh-so-scientific world has become.
Alas, the adolescent mind is especially vulnerable to sweeping and oversimplified ideas, concepts which have about them a certain easily-bought air of the heroic, simply because they allow us to "be done with things" in the "neatest" and "most efficient" sort of way. Thus the overpowering appeal to some minds of the Copley tintype much alluded-to here, of Revolutionary-era figures with high theater marching down some Boston cobblestone street, "being done with things" against a Georgian monarchy which, far from being tyrannical, rather epitomized a resurgence of English royal mildness, following murderous rampages of a Parliament-ruling Cromwellian breed so admired on these shores. The immature being especially restive when it comes to a patient and laborious working out of thorny details such as are definitive to human life, and especially to many-faceted, detail-entrenched particulars of political affairs. Thus the tremendous power of Donald Trump, who is the unrivaled master of the stunning and immediate in these times, a man indeed expressly put-in-place to supply this note of heroic theatrical simplicity-of-deed, with however so little substance being actually involved. Hence too the incredible advancement of this "sexual self-identification" fantasy, that hideous disfigurement of human character being so assiduously taught in grade school and grad school alike, by an American teaching establishment which for a half-century has been the starting point of every incendiary, radical-revolutionary outburst among the nation's eager and untried young.
No, my friends, by the grace of God we here at the New and Better Confederacy choose the staid and mature rule of God, as revealed to us in the doctrines of the Catholic Faith, over any such "advanced", "exciting", "expert"-directed schemes as the synagogue may supply. Choosing genuine childlike simplicity, a worldview which is "like an open book", patiently devoted to wisdom and truth, professing that true intelligence which is spiritual in nature, hardly needing the jerk-knee, owl-eyed sorceries now so ruthlessly, pitilessly employed. With no sweeping "master plan" except that of the Divine Master Himself, Who rules mysteriously indeed, as only He is entitled to do, who by His providence opens up His hand "to feed every living thing", and superabundantly every reasoning being, in every regard. Nourishing a human happiness conceived from the beginning in His own divine Mind, a cavernous capacity which only He knows how most comprehensively to fill and satisfy. Divinely providing a cornucopia which satiates our every moral, spiritual and physical need, while supplying us with those sociopolitical and economic principles of Catholic Distributism which should govern the ever laboriously-patient, open and above-board acts and plans of every nation under the sun.
June 22, 2018: "Be satisfied with your pay; do no harm to any man."
These few simple words of Our Blessed Lord, when considered in conjunction with His other forthright statement of the Our Father--"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven"--supply us with the first primitive announcements of the coming development of the Catholic doctrine on the state. This intrinsic Catholic power to "develop" doctrine, inevitably mocked or questioned by Protestant divines, a rock-solid fixture of the One True Church however written about brilliantly by Cardinal Newman in the nineteenth century, being the principal manifestation of that indwelling of the Holy Ghost, that Paraclete promised by Christ while yet on earth, that Heavenly Dove Who as we are assured so clearly in Holy Scripture itself "will call to your minds all things that I have taught you." Henceforth by this divinely-established, living and breathing teaching power would "the things of Caesar" be more and more ranked subservient to "the things of God", in a newly-evangelized world which must needs become accustomed to a divine orientation by stages, to a statecraft no longer at the will and whim of some Caesar for whom war is thought a mere tool of self-glorification, and soldiers flock around the oratorically-captivating tribune who could most stir them to their passionate core. For the state is meant "for the building up, not the tearing down", for life and not for endless political chicanery and misprepresentation, followed by endless slaughter in hastily justified or even false-flag war, the latter with the strategic shedding of citizen blood in order to motivate unjust and unprovoked hostilities.
Yet God is mercifully patient with mankind when it comes to such thorny issues as combat, knowing that He couldn't expect the Christian love of neighbor to motivate war-related policy in a state still basically pagan to the core, with Christian men indeed to be found among the ranks of the legionaires, men who, for the very sake of the Holy Gospel, must not be thought of as undependable "when the chips are down". Early Christian soldiers having indeed proven themselves valiant in battle, for a Roman military in its age devoted to an unusual degree, despite noted ambitions of orators who held such popular sway, to civic and international peace and harmony. But ultimately, as the words of the Our Father so forcefully decree, the will of God is to be the guiding star not only of personal conduct--that to which it is so criminally and incredibly restricted today--but also of statecraft, of every pedestrian aspect of public policy, as well. Hence too ultimately that marvelous statement of papal authority contained in the infallible bull Unam Sanctam, placing "every creature" under the authority of Rome. As Christ did indeed intend His Vicar to be so constituted, in so utterly plenipotentiary a way, after His glorious Resurrection, as the doctrine on the state came more and more clearly to be accurately discerned and readily applied in its uniquely stentorian way. As knowledge trebles obligation, so that the Christian fold, organized in a Christian state, can no longer claim the absolving ignorance or incapacity once suffered by newly-converted ancestors of old. Here being realized in pregnant fullness the words, indeed the command, of Our Blessed Lord in the Our Father: "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven." That to which as Christians we must be in every moral and practical way indefatigably devoted, and with indomitable spiritual passion inseparably attached, to the laying down of our lives, for the salvation of our children, our neighbors, our fellow man.
Indeed, the kernel of the developing Catholic doctrine on the state is to be found clearly discernible in the divine injunction to Roman soldiers to "do no harm to any man", stipulating not only just personal conduct on the part of the individual soldier but also affirming that wars must be just and defensive in nature to be morally permitted at all. All this in stark contrast to a modern-day teaching that war is the unquestionable prerogative of the state, implying that morality or justice don't even figure into it in any significant way, or that the state is possessed of a might-based morality all-its-own. Modern conviction, particularly in the USA, going well beyond conceding the benefit of a reasonable doubt to ones government, the military prerogative being rather regarded as an absolute, not to be questioned by the citizen at all.
May 30, 2018: Self-control the only liberty worth having.
We are our own worst enemy if we don't first "put bit and bridle" on ourselves, on our own disorderly inclinations, and it is the good state, so rare today, which God ordains to procure us precisely this boon. But under today's chaos-breeding secret-society-dominated governments we easily become like "a ship without a rudder" in the shark-infested waters of human life, standing in dire need of the formative influence of good laws, of pious and fraternal customs, modest dress and behavior, good companionship, indeed of self-discipline-encouraging music and song. While in stark contrast has the devil busied himself over recent centuries in the perception of liberty as being his own infernal "I will not serve!", as being the unrestricted license to do ones own disorderly and ultimately-self-destructive "sweet will and whim". One medical doctor of our times, a supposed authority, having even claimed that self-restraint is "unhealthy", that it is opposed to "will power": when in fact the will is exercised most tellingly when we discipline ourselves, "taking the beam out of our own eyes so that we may see to take the mote out of our brother's". While to the contrary when we permit ourselves to be driven like a feather before the winds of unruly passions, that unhinged moral condition which this sort of "will power" implies, then we are shorn of reason, incapable of actions constructive, beneficial and good. Under constraints of our inescapable physical/spiritual condition, self-restraint being a critical necessity that only fools deny, they whose "will-power" is only an infantile capitulation to the passive or reactive proclivities which the fiend ceaselessly plies. This self-destructive rejection of the truly active and enterprising being an epitome in that Copley tin-type much referred to here, of Colonial malcontents prancing down some Revolutionary-era Boston cobblestone street, spreading the spirit of ribald disorder everywhere their weird cacophony struck the public ear. This allegedly "noble" experiment, with beakers bubbling in the alchemy of unrestrained violence, chaos and revolt, of which present-day American streets and homes are a fitting image indeed, being the whole purpose that Uncle Bar-Samuel now so feverishly prepares once again to go to war: this time against Russia, easily the only decent country left on the globe. This "noble cause" for which any amount of false-flag provocation is thought "worth the price", as long as such a "freedom" can "march forward" in this centuries-long delerious way. By definition involving the 9/11-like "in house" shedding of American blood to motivate battle, sacrificing our own young on this dual altar of Baal and Mars.
Rather, the progress that matters to we Confederates is progress in virtue, the only freedom that of a clean conscience, of a pure and innocent mind, perfectly alien as this might be to the present false liberty now being peddled in American schools and courts. With this "self-identification" fantasy in particular being a hideous disfigurement of the national character, a fatal perversity which this "patriotic" bombast, Donald Trump, will not bother to so much as even address. Concerning himself feverishly with any other lesser issue which his impenitrable lodge-house-cunning mind might suggest. Even indeed preparing as he does to outlaw, to criminalize such truth-telling as takes place here on this site. His brand of false, fanatical patriotism always calling truth treason, sedition or some sinister such thing.
"Secede!...Come out from among them and touch not the unclean thing."
May 21, 2018: Closed to grace: akin to mortal sin, predictive of eternal loss.
Man being a rational creature related in the core of his being to the angels far more than to those grazing beasts with which he is most associated today, he therefore properly, if he would be good and worthy, deals much more in the currency of grace than materiality, typically receiving Heavenly infusions as relayed to him through the descending order of those same angelic choirs. This while our "advanced" New World Order would actually place man far below the animal world, by present twisted laws and court-rulings denying him even that natural law which these humble-yet-innocent creatures so assiduously observe. Grace sharing an universal attribute of humility, often coming to us in the humblest earthly guise, most commonly and pointedly indeed in dealings with our fellow man, whose supplications or kind words we must never bruskly sweep aside or politely ignore. For by such callous refusals we reject as well the heavenly nourishment which these personal encounters so marvelously contain, overtures each of which is like an incarnation all-its-own, giving grace a personal and material envelope, as it were, readily grasped and entertained. A contrary callous impermeability instantly calling forth the divine punishment of blindness-of-heart, since as all this suggests both cries and greetings of our fellows are graces from God in their own most fundamental way, with the Deity working most commonly among we mortal and contingent creatures through these brethren, "whom you see", the rejection of whose kindness, solicitude or need signalizes the rejection of the grace of that God "whom you do not see".
By this crooked path of hardness-of-heart then does the soul wend its treacherous way to Hell, avoidance-of-which well-deserved place-of-torment is secured by the coin of divine grace alone, so different from cruel base-metal castings provided by the modern Judeo/secret-society world. Thus then as suggested is this closed attitude toward graces of any kind amplified, seconded thunderously, as Holy Scripture assures us, by the divine curse of "blindness of heart" and "deafness of ear", signifying the drying up of the flow of grace from the other direction, namely from God Himself. This marvelous divine outpouring being matched in the soul not by anything of merit in itself, but only by a passive non-resistance: after which, in this supernal realm, it is God Who does everything else. Plying those biblical "living waters" which He first offers to each and every soul, in every instance or event, and His withholding-of-which sends one stumbling down that descending rocky road. This hardness, this starved grace-related condition, becoming indeed progressively more obdurate as time goes on, in a spiritual impotence whose terrible outlines can actually be seen on the rock-like features of the most reprobate of souls, their callous condition betraying them in hideous detail to the discerning, no matter how much their pious pretenses, their manner or appearance might suggest otherwise. So that finally such a soul becomes a ready vehicle of all wrong, as in today's growing murderous, malicious sodomite throngs. For God bars the floodgates of grace to us when we show this inclination to refuse same, being the sovereign source of all good it is He Who rejects us much more decisively than we who reject Him, inflicting upon the hard-hearted this further much-biblically-remarked curse of blindness and deafness of soul. Making us impotent in the first instant of the potential heavenly exchange, of which God as noted is always the point-of-origin, and not we ourselves. We in such case having indeed proven to be like the servant who buried his talent in the ground, who dealt with this all-generous God as if He were "a hard man": a Master Who instantly takes up the same cue, casting that servant into the grace-barren "outer darkness, where there is the weeping and the gnashing of teeth."
Thus is there something about this grace-preliminary creaturely hardness or unresponsiveness which is already close kin to mortal sin: the part expected of us in this all-determining exchange being as noted only the lowly one of simple non-refusal, rather than anything active or independent that we ourselves can do. With grace flowing out prodigally to all the non-refusing as if impetuous tides of a supernatural sea. Whereas a crusty human refusal announces the inevitable subsequent arrival of grave sin in rueful tones, this hardness or obduracy being preliminary to that formal spiritual death, mortal sin, into which God allows the grace-hardened soul to fall. This biblical divinely-inflicted blindness and deafness, together indeed with foregoing instances of a creaturely refusal of grace, these misfortunes having about them both something hideous which already anticipates mortal sin: the inevitable, thundering divine penalty for first and subsequent turnings-away-from-grace. All implying a mystery-bound hardness the lowly creature must never entertain, at the start being found a hardened orientation that by frightful divine confirmation will easily go with the soul to the grave. But because man is a physical as well as a spiritual creature, he must formalize this momentous condition, of creaturely non-resistance or polar-opposite inflexibility, in some act, whether good or ill, brokering, in staggering mutual inconguity, either virtue or mortal sin. Human acts signaling a state of virtue or sin, providing to the soul too a clear roadmarker of where it presently is on the salvation-related road. Quite the contrary being the case of the angels, whose fall-from-grace at the beginning was instantaneous and irrevocable, of the decisive spiritual orientation of formal will-related refusal, without any act being required.
Again, in the last and fatal analysis it is God Who rejects the creature most decisively, rather than the creature who most tellingly rejects God, with the Creator decisively withholding life-giving grace, rendering man progressively incapable, impotent in that all-important regard, after first offerings, and less-and-less-frequent subsequent ones, have been so callously refused. Brokering an impermiability which becomes more final and impenitent, unless somehow the deadly tailspin is arrested, and grace at last allowed to reign. This merciful outcome, not however to be presumed-upon at all, often being effected by the prayers and penances of others, most especially of those monks, nuns, anchorites and other devout souls, with whose legitimately-established number, decimated terribly after Vatican II, the Church was once so full. The blindness of heart, deafness of ear which otherwise results signifying the divine "casting forth into the outer darkness", that which proves more and more permanent and decisive as times goes on. This obdurate condition being a terrible fate before which we must all tremble, the avoidance-of-which must make us strive to be as sensitive as possible to the needs and friendly overtures of our neighbor: the "real man" or "real woman" who callously brushes off these encounters giving evidence not at all of "character" or "strength" but rather of that terrible hardness-of-heart, references-to-which the Holy Bible is so full. A flint-like condition whose ever-threatening advent must however fill us with penitence, heartfelt-humility, repentent fear and hope, rather than with the biblical talent-burying despair.
April 30, 2018: Is your plastic water-bottle going to have a baby? Estrogen in these containers would seem to suggest same.
A "stunning breakthrough" indeed this would be, as "self-identifying" bottles would simply proliferate, in a way vaguely reminiscent of school kids by that name today, this "new and exciting" initiative auguring no more need for plastic container factories at all, like the legendary marriage between canon-balls, said in low-brow-jocular cicles to produce millions of "beebees" for airgun-users to employ. But on a more serious note, such an anomaly harmonizes supremely well with a techo-complex which for decades now has dumped hormones into everything it can, with doctors indeed prescribing them for ailments easily cured in standard ways, but more decidedly leaving behind a patient with stubbornly-permanent embarrassing features of the opposite sex, like beards on women, and big breasts on men. While relentless use is made of this whole unthinkable overstep, like every other perversion or depravity of our age, under furiously-fluttering banners of "progress" and "liberty" for heinous experimentations, and unfettered license for a pompous ilk with a six-digit income or more. This rigidly-sequential, determinist/reductionist tautology of progress with preternaturally animates the harbor idol in the bay of New York being sustained by wild-eyed-infernal visions of Bonesman/Third-Reich engineers, with freak automated-production items like these gratuitous, fanatically-promoted water bottles, carriers which leaving traces of the same ubiquitous hormones wherever they go, whether inside or outside their more-proper bodily home, proving auxiliary to the school-counselor who gives out pills to a little Johnny with the strange ways and gigantic breasts. Dr. Jeckles of this star-spangled world turning out Mr. Hyde monstrosities by the score, brokering the destruction of our race, with no real advantages involved for anyone outside nether regions to enjoy. Are there cost-savings to be had? In the usual convoluted sense, perhaps, requiring you to first accept the whole ugly monstrosity, in a fanatical act-of-faith, of perverse totalitarian control in the hands of a tiny secretive few, who when not tinkering with little Johnny build mammoth, gratuitous, resource-misallocating, financially-unsustainable/false-flag-war "necessitating" industrial platforms, who have managed to destabilize the rotation of planet earth, who have no honor for God nor respect or regard for human life of any kind. True, strickly within this cemented-over, destruction-bound concept of mother earth there may be some tangential "efficiencies" involved in these hormone-pregant plastic containers of every size and type, among a million other "necessities" that grimly sustain a signature Judeo-secret-society morbidity-driven sense of no return.
All this Hegelian skullduggery, in turn, and as if it weren't enough, is also religiously enabled by a latter-day "Christian" clergy whose whole sociopolitical philosophy has been reduced over two centuries or so into one tidy if horribly-misinterpreted biblical sentence, which begins "Render therefore to Caesar...." Thus sacrilegeously enabled is an abject surrender of the human conscience to a brutal, secretive, population-experimental version of the state, in a capitulation of men-of-the-cloth which summarily pushes aside the doctrine of immemorial ages, of Old and New Testament times alike, of the philosophical cult-culture-law sequence, the "law of our minds" of all mankind. Namely of the fundamental subservience of the state to piety, virtue, religion, and in our era to the specifics of Christian morality, wherever the Holy Gospel has been preached and embraced.
But returning to our expectant water-bottles: thus is human life both individually and collectively put in mortal jeopardy by cancer-causing, personality-destabilizing hormones they contain: secretions somehow expensively extracted from animal life, or, who knows, perhaps even-more-expensively mass-produced in bubbling chemical factories that proliferate like cancer cells as well. These and other ugly behemoths hogging up a landscape once lovely and calming, sustaining and inviting, for our much-blessed forefathers part of a terrestrial existence that was a boon companion to a Heaven-bound soul.
Secede! "Come out from among them...and touch not the unclean thing."
April 23, 2018: Improbable but compelling cause: more on police investigations. Intend someday to segregate all these articles on tradition justice administration into one link, but under present circumstances have no convenient way to accomplish this needed task, so that for now you must pick through subsequent articles to find others of the same general kind.
A constant theme on this site is an havoc-harboring emphasis upon unfettered liberty for the wicked, and for all-powerful hyper-secretive groups, key elements in a political philosophy which keeps anything like a real community or country from developing in its sole definitive sense, of the common good, rather favoring the advancement of evil, cryptic and destructive men at every turn. Symptomatic of which end-time condition is the way police investigations are conducted--or rather not conducted--with respect to murder and other violent or twisted crimes--90-some percent of which carry an "unsolved" label into computer-file or file-cabinet dusty perpetuity--murderous infractions whose investigators have their hands tied largely by way of a "probable cause" requirement which carries about it the decided air of something quite close to being already solved. This shackling of the lawman in favor of the unfettered criminal being in turn a deafeningly-unacknowledged counterpart to Enlightenment-era, Judeo-Masonically inspired "liberty", that borderless impunity in which human life counts for little at all, whether in the womb, in perpetual, Trump-style-uprighteous, Yankee false-flag wars, or in today's growing criminal slaughter in homes and on streets, trespassing every bound of millennial civilized life. The latter mild and clement cultivar counted under these radical ideas as unbearable tyranny, indeed with once-standard civil conversation itself, as noted frequently on this site, the very cement that peacefully holds together a nation, neighborhood or town, being a chief victim of this chaotic view. With every species of social hostility now being yawningly regarded as the norm, thanks to well-heeled eighteenth-century Freemasonic Colonials with their chaos-conjuring fife and drum.
Floodgates of social and moral pandemonium, furthermore, were hacked open so wide not only through the noted secret-society-concocted definition of political liberty but also through highly-supportive categoricals of modern psychology and psychotherapy: these indeed seemingly invented for that very chaos-breeding, law and order disolving cause. Fantasies which absolve the legendary twisted killer without a soul, indulgently calling him a "sociopath", expending boundless pity rather than relentless rigor of law upon same, indeed with a great flourish of social-worker cry-rags and movieland glorifications galore. The police, meanwhile regarded dismissively as the fools and "flat feet" of 'thirties movieland lore, having themselves indeed been professionally formed into this near-impotent condition--as good and noble as they typically are--by the very same "liberty-loving", ever-patiently-secretive elites, over the less than two centuries these lawmen have actually been in existence as an occupation all its own. Coming into being as modern police work did only in the 1820s, upon the heels of the advent of U.S. liberal democracy, that which by its infernal nature creates a domestic-tranquility-destructive chaos which requires these battalions of uniformed men, a process-philosophical "progressive" political form which must religiously destroy every good thing that went before, having in the beginning indeed served as the very directive mother of that more openly violent version introduced in France by Robespierre. The latter homicidal worthy at whose elbows stood Jefferson, Franklin, Samuel Adams, et al, during a whole prior decade as Judeo-Masonry-installed diplomatic emmissaries to that once-noble land. From which privileged position this secretive coterie urged the coming Parisian slaugherhouse motif quietly on.
But departing entirely from sterile abstractions of radical political philosophers like Thomas Paine, and as frequently noted on this site, the whole matter of keeping the peace was in prior ages the easily-accomplished, well-neigh-exclusive province of the neighborhood, expressed sociopolitically in the Frankpledge, or English ten-head-of-household corporative overseer of domestic tranquility and life. This ancient configuration, finding many fascinating parallels among early-medieval Muslims and ancient Persians, Mongolians and Chinese, accounting for the near total lack of crime in medieval towns and streets, with the legendary "hue and cry" having been the inforcement mechanism of a peace which happily knew no shackles or bounds. And had few if any "homicide files", nor had ever heard of a dope-pusher at all. The Frankpledge operating in graceful organic tandem with an Hundred Court intimately familiar to all at this once-beloved micro-local venue, with ambient, perfectly-informal preventive investigations ongoing, redundant and self-reinforcing, as indeed earnestly desired by those "dear hearts and gentle people" who made up the constructive, harmless and good neighborhoods of yore. In a marvelously-kindly, neighborly solicitude, rather than today's class-hostility-bred, furrow-browed "neighborhood watch" suspicion, an immemorial "looking in on one another" which wherever it is alive instantly senses when something is terribly wrong in some association, workplace or home. In a society in which all were "police investigators" in their own humble, brotherly and sisterly way. Triggers of duly-roused suspicion in those blessed days, "when knighthood"--rather than criminality--"was in flower"--having indeed typically been of an exceedingly indirect, tangiential or peripheral nature, indeed partaking of a hallowed "discernment of spirits" which is now universally regarded as a laughable indulgence in "old wives tales". Those "hunches", as they might be called, which movie and TV detectives once so famously plied with such celebrated but purely-fictional results. For "evil is of such a mien", according to the old adage, that it "doesn't add up", all the while it scarcely advertises itself as a "crime in progress", liberally exhibiting "probable cause", as if to willingly submit itself, in all its "liberty-loving" glory, to handcuffs and prison-yard life, with no struggle at all. While in our own heedless day, following the fatal bend of fallen nature and to put the proper ending on the saying quoted above, "Evil is of such a mien, as to first be pitied, then humored, then embraced". Sic semper law enforcement under today's social-disestablishmentary, deconstructionist, everything-is-off-limits law-un-enforcement ideas.
Actually and as all the above suggests, and as any good cop in more candid moments will probably tell you, there is no solution to this pressing problem of peace and security on our streets and in our homes than to return to that only-genuine society inherited from ancestors of old. That Christendom whose major outlines were indeed revealed to us by Our Blessed Lord, and put into practice by His Church, under the guidance of that Blessed Spirit Who "recalled to their minds all things" which He had said while still on earth. This marvelous heritage cultivated over the millennia by a clergy in close, morally-directive league with civil society at every turn, in every age, in every place. There is no turning back from this path, then, of the thoroughgoing fulfillment of a Lord's Prayer--with its impossible-to-misinterpret "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven"--except to take that downward trail of that practical social apostasy which abounds today. That sociopolitical cowardice which in a few short decades has steadily poisoned most every soul. This in a mounting mass reprobation discerned with frightful evidentiary certitude on the faces and in the manners of modern men, as growing numbers increasingly wend their way with morbid "liberty-loving" finality to Hell. Where as holy seers tell us the souls of the damned are bent over forever, in two, in darkness and stench, flames and smoke, and are so "free" as to scarcely be able to move a finger or toe.
Retractions and clarifications: September, 2018: Several years ago I wrote an article extremely critical of John and Robert Kennedy, after having read a biography written by three White House aids of the Kennedy years, including Kenny O'Donnell. However, upon discussing the matter with my wife and collaborator Joann, and after much further thought, have realized that many of the insinuations in that book were nothing but vicious slander, as the Kennedy's, who so heroically gave their lives fighting the evils of this system, couldn't possibly have been as childish and even vile as they are portrayed in that work. As always, I hope to track that article down and change it, a task which however will have to wait until I have the opportunity to spend a whole day doing so, as there is a lot of material to look through, fifteen years worth, to that end. Also, you will find in perusing these many years of writing that I have changed my mind on one or two other issues as well. But therein is implied that great adage, when men still had minds, to wit: "A wise man can change his mind; a fool never does."
November, 2017: In an article on one of the above links I spoke of the New Testament as being inspired scripture only in the original version as it came from the evangelist's hands, with later copies and translations only carrying full divinely inspired status when interpreted according to Catholic Tradition. For otherwise, so the reasoning goes, the Church would have to vouch for the precise skill and authenticity of each copy or translation, the originals having no longer been extant even by the time of that St. Jerome who compiled the Vulgate. While I had no intention of denying that even these intermediate copies and translations, as well as the Vulgate and later translations, carried and do carry a certain degree of venerable dependability. This assertion of mine originated in turn from statements of an acquaintance who was a student of Father Hardin, a noted latter-day conservative Catholic theologian: although I cannot vouch for the credibility of either the student or Father Hardin himself. Yet the assertion seems logical enough, and was made out of loyalty to Holy Mother Church, who is so often attacked with the use of a New Testament of which she herself is in a very real sense the source, having declared the Gospels and Epistles canonical centuries after they were first committed to writing by the Evangelists' hands. Also, I made the claim in a February 3rd article of a proven link not only between the CIA and the "Islamic State" but also included Israel in this linkage, for which there isn't the same material evidence, even if it is indeed entirely likely. Thus the passage was corrected accordingly to give proper emphasis where it belongs. Also, have stated mistakenly that grand juries are a recent invention of the courts, this error stemming from my habit of writing from a sometimes-faulty memory rather than checking the facts. Rather what I had read about some years ago was the unprecedented use to which grand juries were being put during anti-racketeering hearings of the 1950s. Also, my apologies for mistaking the name of the Russian Patriarch as Alexander when it is in fact Kirill, and a number of others errors of this material rather than conceptual kind. Also, I tend to get up in the morning, when ideas are numerous and lively, and somehow unaccountably write very tersely, as if a readers with thus-few mental trail-marks knew where I was headed, or what it actually was I wished to say. These pieces tending to sound either bombastic or clueless and meandering: articles I invariably develop more fully within a day or so. Also, I regret any criticisms of priests that are found here, and try to keep them limited only to those that seem essential in my attempts to understand and explain what has happened to the Catholic Church over the past century and more of prophetically-predicted infiltration by evil men. Also, any positive comments made here and there on this site about polytheists (pagans) are made in spite of their polytheism rather than because of it. For certainly there are always good things as well as bad at work in all people, and God looks primarily at the heart, so that provided the ultimate state is finally arrived at, sometime before the hour of death: namely, of believing "that there is one God Who is the rewarder of the good and the punisher of the wicked", that a person can save their soul. Again, provided they "have a good heart", have sincerely sought the truth, but have somehow been prevented from attaining it in its entirety through some blameless sort of ignorance, or perhaps even some externally-imposed form of prejudice they are honestly unable to overcome. And of course while this struggle between good and bad goes on in those of other beliefs it does no good to refuse to see any hopeful or positive signs in them, in their civic institutions, and so on. These latter practical particulars of whole nations which can sometimes indeed be their chief harbingers of hope for both this world and the next. Those two realms whose imperatives so often closely coincide.