Via Crucis IX Jesus falls the third time as we head to the crucifixion, The Blah Blah Synod™

That’s the last remnant I have of presentations on the Stations of the Cross on Mount Carmel after a hacker broke into my locked down YouTube page and took down just that video. I then took down that page altogether. Sigh…

If you look closely at that picture of one of the Stations above, you’ll see what appears to be the aftermath of a hammer attack on the kiln-fired ceramics. But that destruction of the faces, etc., is actually the work of an acid attack, hydrofluoric acid, which easily eats into ceramics.

This happened decades ago, but, as it happens, I have a description from eye witnesses of the perpetrators from way back in the day. I gotta think that it’s one of them who took down the video that featured so prominently on this blog for many years. Why’s that? I’m guessing it’s because he was injured in the destruction he wrought, terribly injured.

They entered the Stations at a very steep part of the cliff impossibly protected by an iron fence with spear-like spikes and barbed wire at the top. Some seem to fallen hard. So dangerous. And more so because they were carrying hydrofluoric acid while doing these acrobatics. That’s really not smart. So, I’m guessing he, the one carrying the acid, wasn’t smart enough to wear gloves and a face shield, and thus splattered himself with the acid, which was applied to most of the 14 stations.

So, let’s see, a genius computer hacker who has access to what I call real computers in that part of the world, who is pretty much exactly […] years old, who grew up in a very specific sub-ethnic group called […], whose face and hands for decades now have been pretty terribly disfigured from hydroflouric acid (which does lots of damage before you even know you’re being hurt). That guy. You’re forgiven buddy. Jesus died for you. The Little Brothers of Our Lady of Mount Carmel forgive you. I forgive you.

ANALOGY ///// Meanwhile, the last picture I have of the Stations: Jesus Falls the Third Time, Station IX at the top of this post… I mean… I instantly think of getting beaten down, pushed down, smashed down, every day, day in – day out, by the Nietzschean “Will to Power” comptrollers of the treasury of faith at the Synod of Synodality, they who waste that treasury of the faith with their prostituting expenditures of political correctness with the fallen ways of the world, decimating doctrine, morality, instruction in the spiritual life, reverent liturgy, beating down the faithful who are already so harassed by the wolves, so tired, so dispirited, desperate, pushing them down again and again and yet again…

And then, while you are on the ground, the Cross having crushed you for the third time, then you hear it, from a distance, the whispering, the murmuring, the plotting, getting bolder, louder, more confident, the words indistinguishable at first, but then ever clearer, even above all the cacophony of all of hell broken out on Calvary…

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BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH

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But then, the Lord Jesus flooding you with fortitude, you take up that cross, again, rise from the ground, and march toward Calvary, singing in mockery of the darkness, of the evil of The Blah Blah Synod™.

And your witness to the Absolute and Living Truth, Christ Jesus our Lord, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception, the same yesterday, today and forever, brings many souls through, with and in Him to our Heavenly Father.