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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (edible or not, edition)

There’re three yellow flowers in there that I count. This was yesterday, last day of April. The tomatoes were planted the day after the last frost here in the mountains. I’m hoping that this is a good sign of things to come.

It’s not illegal to grow your own food yet, is it? Someone told me that collecting rain water with the intention of drinking it is illegal unless you get, say, an ultraviolet water purification system. Sounds smart. Any good brand for a stand alone unit not hooked up to city way that you can recommend?

Anyway, I figure that flowers aren’t about Pachamama “Mother Earth” (a demon) being nice to those who offer human sacrifice, but rather about dearest Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception, creating the universe such that He could give flowers to His dearest Mother. He might even permit us to do the same.

The flowers, or their fruit, can be good to eat as well. Jesus thinks of everything. This year, in the (yet) uncultivated part of the garden, there are some very healthy “red” clover plants volunteering, with the flower and leaves being good to eat, so sweet. Eat fresh, lest it ferment, which can bring problems.

And… fleabane are also volunteering. I’m sure they’re appreciated by Shadow-dog and Laudy-dog. These are also edible, some saying these kinds of daisies taste like chicken, um… spinach when cooked, though you can eat them raw as well.

Jasminum officinale is the only kind of Jasmine you can eat. The rest are poisonous. Mine are the officinale type. You can put the leaves in tea while the flowers with their huge seed can go into salads. I cut the plants at ground level every year and every year they grow enormously. Already they are some eight feet tall. They then come down to grow along the top of the fence. The plants at the rectory have white flowers with mostly four thin petals like crosses, but sometimes five petals. Of course, these aren’t yet in bloom. So tall!

Jasmine grows like kudzu. I don’t dare plant any kudzu, or bamboo for that matter. There’s a superabundance everywhere in the mountains here. The fresh, tender, leading shoots are great in salads. You can collect bushels in minutes. Just sayin’.

White clover, everywhere in the lawn of the rectory, is edible if a bit is tossed fresh into salads, but in any abundance (high source of protein) it might be good to boil for 5-10 minutes to make them easier to digest.

The dandelion is perhaps the most edible plant in every way, roots for coffee, flowers for wine, leaves for salad. Lots of medicinal purposes…

Meanwhile, not in bloom yet (but these have purple snap-dragon type flowers), ground-ivy is everywhere in WNC, and everywhere in the rectory lawn. A member of the mint family, it’s great for salads. It has fantastic wide ranging, effective medicinal properties. People think of them as being the very definition of weeds, but they’re good for you in about every way.

What the blooms look like, from W:


In contrast – yikes! – the azalea rhododendron, everywhere in the mountains here, including at the rectory, is extremely toxic, bringing about organ failure, laryngeal swelling (particularly deadly for me) and death for both pets and humans. Go ahead and put a bouquet next to a statue of Our Lady in Church or on a home altar, but NOT in a black vase however nice, as an azalea in a black vase is traditionally a death threat. Don’t threaten dearest Mary! This morning early, out front of the rectory:

Leaves of three, leave them be! Here’s some poison ivy which I just now pulled up. I have a super-abundance this year both in the garden, around the house, and around the perimeter-fence, dozens of plants, some already quite large and bushy. I pulled them all out by hand yesterday, mostly by the deep roots. But today I noticed I missed some, big ones too. Grrr. I’m super susceptible to urushiol. According to the county health dept., I had the worst case they had ever seen, ever. This is NOT what you want in a salad. That would about kill you. Don’t touch!

I finally found a good use for the left-overs of a box of Venom Steel heavy duty double-layer nitrile gloves that I used as a police chaplain when my health was better. It’s best to wear gloves when assisting in a situation in which there is an abundance of drugs around just about anything you might touch, much of which is mixed with fentanyl, nitazenes, even carfentanil. These rip resistant gloves work great for pulling up poison ivy. While tossing the poison ivy in the trash bin, I tossed the gloves as well. No poison ivy!

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Saint Catherine of Siena: some homework

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Here’s a five minute spiritual exercise you can do with your Bible and your guardian angel:

  • Look up the passages! Imagine, a Catholic priest encouraging Catholics to pick up the bible and actually open it up and read it! Saint Paul, in 1 Corinthians 2:9, does interpret Isaiah 6:4-10 – cited in Matthew 13:15, in Acts 28:27, etc. (throughout the Old and New Testaments) – by saying it is by way of the love of God, by way of the crucified Lord of glory, that we see and hear and understand, not by ourselves. It’s not that we, under our own power and cleverness, ever convert, being our own saviors. No. We don’t do that. It is God who converts us to Him. Get that?
  • Paul is accurate, says our Lord – as Saint Catherine relates – so much so that, in Jesus’ own words, “questo parbe che volesse dire Paulo” (in the original archaic Italian of Catherine’s day) so much so that “this seems to be what Paul wanted to say,” that is, as if it were Paul’s own revelation, Paul’s own knowledge, Paul’s very own desire. But a blasphemer might say that our Lord Jesus was Himself simply making an attempt to guess what Paul meant, because, you know, Jesus really didn’t know: that’s why Jesus said “seems”…
  • Instead, Paul was so transformed by grace, that it was as if Paul spoke on his own authority. Yet, in this very passage, the most erudite of all academic Pharisees himself happily admits that he is speaking by the power of God and the revelation of the Holy Spirit. Jesus was not conjecturing about what it seems to Him that Paul wanted to say, as if Jesus were Paul’s student: “In my opinion it seems to me that Paul wanted to say this…” Jesus was rather confirming just how correct Paul’s words were, for they were actualized in Paul’s life with the grace of Jesus, the power of God, and the revelation of the Holy Spirit, as Paul himself says. Paul was perfectly attuned to the grace of God that opened his eyes, unstopped his ears, pierced open his heart. Paul didn’t convert. He was converted by Jesus.

Is the vocation of Isaiah witnessed throughout the Sacred Scriptures to make hearts heavy and ears stopped up and eyes blind and minds dull so that no one whomsoever will of themselves turn to be saved? Yes. There are, instead, to be converted by God. Get it? We’re not to be our own saviors, thinking we don’t need any Savior whom we call Jesus, because we can convert and be saved all on our own. No.

Jesus is the One, the only One. And Catherine is a saint because she was brought to Jesus by Jesus.


By the way and just to say, if you’re reading your Bible right through, look for all the subtle references to this vocation of Isaiah. You’ll find it everywhere throughout the Old Testament, the Gospels, the New Testament. Everywhere. God wants that we stare hard at this. Just five minutes.

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Claire Dion 1940-2024 RIP

Claire (Girardin) Dion, 84, of Bridgton, ME, died Wednesday April 24, 2024 after a courageous battle with cancer. Born in Lynn to the late Arthur and Doris (Therrien) Girardin. Claire had lived in Lynn for many years, as well as Beverly, MA, and most recently in Bridgton, Maine with her husband of 23 years Ronald Guthenberg. Claire’s faith was strong and she was very active in the Catholic community and loved the connections she made over the years through her church and its extended community.

Claire was passionate about caring for others and while raising her family, she followed her dreams and attended Bunker Hill Community College and obtained her degree in nursing. She spent many years working with patients and caregivers helping them through their times in need. From labor and delivery to end-of-life, she brought the care and understanding that graced all those who had the privilege of her support.

Claire was also an avid volunteer and gave her time freely to programs such as Greater Lynn Mental Health, where she once served as president of the board. She was also known for taking in those in need, whether an elderly relative or young adult that needed a safe place, her home was always filled with love. Her volunteerism led to her being selected as a torch bearer for the 1996 Olympics. Her caring spirit also extended to animals, whether pets or wild, she loved them all and never missed an opportunity to contribute to their welfare. […]

Funeral Mass: Monday, April 29, 2024, 10:30AM – St. Pius V Church, Maple Street; Lynn, MA


In the picture at the top you see Claire visiting with Pornchai Maximilian Moontri, who were, are both friends of Father Gordon MacRae, Claire helping the both of them through the years. God speed, Claire. Hail Mary

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Eclipses, edition)

Not having any special eclipse opticals, the phone-camera did just fine from the backyard of the rectory. 2:55 PM, 8 April 2024.

Being stupid, I looked at the event also with bare eyes, well, ultra-super-squinting as one might do driving directly into a bright sun low on the horizon ahead of you (which happens frequently enough to me racing on errands from Andrews to Murphy and back at the end of whatever day). No way to avoid it.

The universal reaction right through the history of mankind is an existential facing of the magnitude of the universe. I was at about 86% of totality, like dusk, the dogs confused, the songbirds singing. Awesome.

Last time I saw an eclipse was in 2017, the path being exactly directly over the rectory, 100% totality. All dark. Dogs more confused. Songbirds gone quiet. Awesome. I recall taking this picture:

Previously, on 10 May 1994, although it was 100% cloud cover, I was at about 97% of the totality at that rectory back in the day. It did get dark, though not completely. There was still an existential awareness, if you will, of the magnitude of the universe. No dogs at the time! The songbirds were singing, it being still more dusky than totally dark.

There’s somehow a spiritual analogy with eclipses. Let’s see… God shines His goodness and kindness and truth on all, but some of us get in the way, not permitting that light to shine through us to others. Meanwhile, the Lord will take care of others regardless of our idiocy. We hurt ourselves in not being the lamps lit brightly with Him who is the Lumen Gentium, the Light of the Nations. Sacramental Confession is the best, re-lighting lamps or turning up the ardent flames of the love and truth of the Holy Spirit, who was sent among us for the forgiveness of sins. The Holy Spirit forms us to be one with the Son, our sins forgiven, we being pointed to heaven, where grace, as Saint Paul says, turns to glory.

Speaking of glory, it is Saint Ephraim, the deacon from Syria, who made the comment that the references to the glory of God in the Sacred Scriptures refer to God shining through us (How to say it?). Get a concordance and search out all the references and… pray about it… He’s right. God is good.

Meanwhile, clothed with the sun, not blocking the sun, but radiating the Son:

And flowers for you, Immaculate Mary:

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Consecration to Jesus Christ, the Incarnate Wisdom through the Blessed Virgin Mary

Above: Painting of Saint Luke the Evangelist, the Beloved Physician, in the Pauline Chapel of Saint Mary Major Basilica in Rome. Below: The consecration I did way back in the 1970s as a seminarian.


O Eternal and Incarnate Wisdom! O sweetest and most adorable Jesus! True God and true man, only son of the Eternal Father, and of Mary, always Virgin! I adore Thee profoundly in the bosom and splendors of Thy Father during eternity; and I adore Thee also in the virginal bosom of Mary, Thy most worthy Mother, in the time of Thine Incarnation.

I give Thee thanks for that Thou hast annihilated Thyself, taking the form of a slave in order to rescue me from the cruel slavery of the devil. I praise and glorify Thee for that Thou hast been pleased to submit Thyself to Mary, Thy holy Mother, in all things, in order to make me Thy faithful slave through her. But alas! Ungrateful and faithless as I have been, I have not kept the promises which I made so solemnly to Thee in my Baptism; I have not fulfilled my obligations; I do not deserve to be called Thy child, nor yet Thy slave; and as there is nothing in me which does not merit Thine anger and Thy repulse, I dare not come by myself before Thy most holy and august majesty. It is on this account that I have recourse to the intercession of Thy most holy Mother, whom Thou hast given me for a mediatrix with Thee. It is through her that I hope to obtain of Thee contrition, the pardon of my sins, and the acquisition and preservation of wisdom.

Hail, then, O Immaculate Mary, living tabernacle of the Divinity, where the Eternal Wisdom willed to be hidden and to be adored by angels and by men! Hail, O Queen of Heaven and earth, to whose empire everything is subject which is under God. Hail, O sure refuge of sinners, whose mercy fails no one. Hear the desires which I have of the divine Wisdom; and for that end receive the vows and offerings which in my lowliness I present to thee. I, N., a faithless sinner, renew and ratify today in thy hands the vows of my Baptism; I renounce forever Satan, his pomps and works; and I give myself entirely to Jesus Christ, the Incarnate Wisdom to carry my cross after him all the days of my live, and to be more faithful to Him than I have ever been before.

In the presence of all the heavenly court I choose thee this day for my Mother and mistress. I deliver and consecrate to thee, as thy slave, my body and soul, my goods, both interior and exterior, and even the value of all my good actions, past, present and future; leaving to thee the entire and full right of disposing of me, and all that belongs to me, without exception, according to thy good pleasure, for the greater glory of God in time and in eternity.

Receive, O benignant Virgin, this little offering of my slavery, in honor of, and in union with, that subjection which the Eternal Wisdom deigned to have to thy maternity, in homage to the power which both of you have over this poor sinner, and in thanksgiving for the privileges with which the Holy Trinity has favored thee. I declare that I wish henceforth, as thy true slave, to seek thy honor and to obey thee in all things.

O admirable Mother, present me to thy dear Son as His eternal slave, so that as He has redeemed me by thee, by thee He may receive me! O Mother of mercy, grant me the grace to obtain the true Wisdom of God; and for that end receive me among those whom thou lovest and teachest, whom thou leadest, nourishest and protectest as thy children and thy slaves.

O faithful Virgin, make me in all things so perfect a disciple, imitator and slave of the Incarnate Wisdom, Jesus Christ thy Son, that I may attain, by thine intercession and by thine example, to the fulness of His age on earth and of His glory in Heaven. Amen.

And those flowers for the Immaculate Conception above? I took that picture at the grotto of Lourdes after weeks of freezing temps, ice and snow, on February 11.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Two trees until Pentecost, edition)

The Lord is Risen! Alleluia! // The Lord is truly Risen! Alleluia!

Meanwhile, Our Lady comes to mind with the upcoming Feast of Pentecost, the fiery Holy Spirit strengthening her perseverance right through Eastertide.

Dearest Mary had two trees before her in these days after the Resurrection, the memory of the Cross soaked with the blood of her now risen Son, and the other the Red Bud upon which the betrayer committed his last act of aggression. That’s a Red Bud in the back yard of the rectory pictured above.

With all of these overwhelming events, Immaculate Mary was growing throughout Eastertide in all the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit, always the good Mother. Our dear Lord can draw good out of any evil. In this case, the sad case of the Red Bud assisted with growth of the love of Immaculate Mary after the Resurrection of her dearest Son, right up to Pentecost. Flowers for you, Mary:


After the four massive Leyland Cypress crashed to the ground in the back yard after many days of rain back in early January 2024, and after countless bonfires, the backyard is finally cleaned up and mowed for the first time this year. The neighbor helped with the last fire and, as always, the mowing.

I’ve started to break down the larger chunks of wood for the exterior rocket stove only. After all, the smoke of this kind of tree is poisonous. The bishop gave me permission a while back to install a small wood stove inside the rectory. I haven’t done that, waiting for some dramas to play out first. But should a wood stove be installed, it’ll be hard-woods only that’ll be going into it. Meanwhile, for a distraction, the breaking up of the bigger chunks of the Leyland Cypress:

Shadow is always playful, joyful, loyal, ever at the ready for protection. You can see Laudy in the background, on the hunt for critters.

Here’s a closeup of the last remains of the clump of four trees that fell:

There are two clumps of seven trees that should come down as well. They might fall down before I get to it. And, there are dramas ongoing.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Chrism Mass, edition)

Over a hundred priests of the diocese showed up for the Chrism Mass. We renewed our priestly promises. There was a great meal, as usual, for all the priests after Holy Mass. We collected the Holy Oils, for Catechumens, the Infirm, and the Sacred Chrism used at Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Orders.

Some boys were chasing about, paper and pen in hand, hunting down the bishop and other priests:

  • “Can I have your signature, please?”
  • “Sure, how come?”
  • “Because I want to pray for you. And can you add your ordination date, please?”

Might we say a Hail Mary for those boys, please? Hail Mary…

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The obedience of disobedience

Christ Jesus was obedient unto death, death on a cross.

Love makes reasonable the death of Christ Jesus, for this is not an obedience imposed by sadistic malevolence, but rather God the Father, loving the world so much as to send His Only Begotten Son to stand in our place, Innocent for the guilty, to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, He taking on the death we deserve for sin so that He could then command the Father to forgive us, granting us eternal life.


In Galatians 2:11, well into post-Ascension apostolic ministry, we read how Paul was not politically correct with Peter. Paul did not offer Peter the pretense of sycophantic obeisance, but rather Paul listened to the Holy Spirit: Paul rebuked the heresy of Peter, because Peter stood condemned. That’s why Paul became Saint Paul, and Peter became Saint Peter.

Fraternal correction, even severe, animated, public (if necessary), but done with love, done for the love of the other and for the salvation of souls, is a most Catholic activity. Depending on the circumstances, we can go to hell for the sin of omitting to make a correction.

Going along to get along, meek and mild, never making a needed correction, is not perfect obedience. It is the kind of ugly fakery that ties people into the unity of tobogganing together into hell. So happy!

As in the past, these days, the guy who is said to be disobedient, in schismatic disobedience, you know, the bad and evil guy, who is said to be arrogantly cutting himself off from Christ and the Church, may well be the guy who is supremely obedient, instructing his wayward superiors about any objective evil they may be doing by way of his supposed disobedience. And in this the supposed recalcitrant desires the salvation of their souls.

  • Worship that demon idol!
    • No.
  • Mock the image of God, male-female-marriage-family, by blessing same-sex sex!
    • No.
  • Take a fake “vaccine” researched, developed and tested on the organs stripped from live and healthy babies for your own selfish benefit!
    • No.

You get the idea.


  • How do we know what to do? It’s all so confusing!

No, it’s not. What we’re to do is remain in the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. What we’re to do is believe in all that Sacred Revelation, the Sacred Scriptures and Sacred Tradition, put before us. What we’re to do is to follow Christ Jesus. We’re to be in solidarity with the Immaculate Heart of Mary. We’re to keep up with the Sacraments. We’re to pray, pray, pray. We’re to bring souls to Jesus.

As always. We’re to be the littlest of little children running to Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament.

And, yes, we’re to rebuke those who stand condemned, just like Paul did for Peter.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (“encountering” Jesus, or not, ed.)

  • Cromwell: “Justice is what you are threatened with!”
  • Thomas More: “Then I am not threatened.”
  • “Encounter” — something difficult or hostile
  • unexpected – unnerved by the encounter
  • confrontation – unpleasant struggle
  • a violent incident – shot dead in a police encounter
  • meet as an adversary

“Encounter” is a word I encountered[!] as a young seminarian in a presentation on the modernist theologian whose translator coined this term in it’s use regarding one’s relationship with God. “We encounter God.”

This theologian would sometimes try to let his readers know about his prayer life, truly an encounter so empty, so locked out, in which he is so terribly left to himself, knowing nothing of the Lord, with the Lord clearly pronouncing to him: “I never knew you…” All of it… so very horrific…

His method to meet Jesus was not of Jesus as His Savior, who draws him to Himself on the Cross, but rather to insist that he himself under his own power with no supernatural grace might work his own way into heaven. He’s a Jesuit, of course.

This is not the Carmelite dark night of the soul, which is, instead, a most lively and, indeed, lovely bond with Him who is Light from Light, True God from True God: God alone! Even if one feels locked-out in the true dark night, even feeling abandoned by God, all the effects of original sin (minus the guilt!) one knows something of which our Lord saved us from, which ever so very importantly provides us with an opportunity to thank Jesus for reaching so very far into this world to grab us, in that graced dark night.

Because graced, this dark night is always wrought in the intimate presence of the Most High. We know we’re not locked-out at all. We are there, with Him. He has a good grip on our souls. He will not lose even one whom the Father has given to Him. The grace, we know, will turn to glory, as Saint Paul says. “Life is changed, not ended.”

Would children say that they “encountered” Jesus?

I think they might be squealing with joy that little Jesus gave their flowers to Mary.

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UPDATE: Prayers for Aussie Mum please

Prayers for Aussie Mum, please.

From James, Aussie Mum’s son:

  • “She’s doing well so far and is very grateful for the prayers. I’ll try to at least keep you wonderful folk somewhat updated. God bless.”
  • “We don’t know for sure yet but the news doesn’t seem to be good. We’re holding up as best we can. Prayers are always appreciated and I’ll keep you updated.”
  • “Last update before I go to bed. As of right now she’s comfortable in bed and stable in the short term. God willing she stays that way while I sleep (I’ve been up 32 hours). She’s enormously grateful for the concern and prayers (I showed her the post) and am on the phone with her right now. Thank you enormously for your continued prayers and we might just drag her through this.”

Prayers for you as well, James…

Is there a priest who might give her Last Rites / Annointing of the Sick?

  • “I just checked back here and I’m glad I did so I can clarify. Mum actually received the last rights on Friday Australian time as the priest who delivers her the Blessed Eucharist was worried about her. The hospital she is in is unfortunately not in our parish (or diocese) but has a very good team that is looking after her. If something does happen (God forbid) they will call a priest for her and albeit misguided at best and just wrong at worst, a modernist priest is still a priest. Thank You all and good night.”

Rosary, chaplets, and today is my “day off”, so the Mass intention schedule is open today, so the intention for Holy Mass at the rectory chapel is for Aussie Mum.

UPDATE: PLEASE SEE COMMENTS

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