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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Patriotism retired? Just more determined. Seen at church…

Patriotism is part of the virtue of piety which is part of the virtue of justice, rendering the honor of prompt service, for instance, to whom that prompt service is due. Is America suffering some difficulties right now? Sure, but that doesn’t mean you abandon your father. You help your father.

Patriotism comes from “pater”, “father”, in Latin. We hear, for instance, of the “fatherland”. We have the honor and prompt service due our parents, our families, our neighbors, our villages, towns, cities, counties, states, countries, for every tribe, tongue, people, nation.

Our “homeland”, our “fatherland” is, ultimately, please God our Heavenly Father, heaven.

Patriotism is a matter not only of justice whereby members of the family support the family, but is also a matter of love. God is love. Patriotism is to be structured by love. Jesus says that there is no greater love than to lay down your life for your friends. Can you witness to honesty and integrity, to God who is love by risking your very life? As Saint Thomas More said ever so very patriotically just seconds prior to getting his head chopped off under orders of King Henry VIII:

  • “I am the king’s good servant, but God’s first.”

Let’s step this up for a moment: Are some apparent members of Holy Mother Church having some difficulties with faith, morality, liturgical discipline and what has turned into geopolitical sycophancy? Sure, but that doesn’t mean we blaspheme Holy Mother Church as the Immaculate Bride of Christ and then abandon the Church. It means we support Holy Mother Church the best we can in the circumstances we have by helping in whatever way we can that wayward individuals rejoice in the Living Truth. It’s like patriotism for the Church, because, remember, our fatherland is to be heaven.

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Some birds in my parish

Bald Eagle, a frequent sight, for me symbolic of Saint John the Evangelist, but, here in America, also a symbol of patriotism, a virtue of piety if truth be told, as described as a virtue of justice by Saint Thomas Aquinas. Lots of those in the parish.

Wild Turkey, which always reminds of our forefathers and Thanksgiving. Quiet foragers, stately. I’ve counted as many as 90 together at the right time and place.

Turkey vultures with their red-heads and huge wingspans taking over roadways over roadkill and sailing effortlessly in their “kettles” as they spy for more to scavenge. Necessary. Helpful.

Humming bird, smallest, meanest, most violent, most beautiful, fastest, noisiest, most helpful in their own way with pollination and such.

Then their are the song-birds, the varieties of finches and chickadees and sparrows.

There are crows and ravens, and the waaaaay too opinionated blue-jays.

You thought I was talking about birds. Them too. But I was talking about parishioners. All good.

You know, one kind of bird we do not at all have in the parish are ostriches. Nobody is wanting to escape reality. We look to our Risen Jesus, and by the power of the Holy Spirit, we see His wounds. And then everything is right with the world again, because we have our souls pointed to the heavens.

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Confessional renovation? Ideas for priests!

Saint Peter didn’t take the Keys of the Kingdom with him when he gave his life in witness to the Lord.

Saint Peter left those Keys with his successors, who provide them to bishops and to priests.

They use them especially in Sacramental Confession.

If you want the Pearly Gates of Heaven opened for you by those Keys: Go to Confession!


Meanwhile, our Confessional at Prince of Peace got an upgrade. I hope it lasts for a little while anyway.

I took off the old “megaphone” hollow closet door, bought a new door, circular-sawed it down to size (the width of blade along the side and the top), then bought and set about cutting up heavy ceiling tiles and attaching those to the door with washered-screws, adding a “bumper” in the front of the door over against smash-everything-in-sight-vacuum-cleaners, and then also an under-door sweep in the back, all of this making the Confessional rather sound-proof. Finally.

Then an appropriate San Damiano Crucifix image dear to my heart went up on the door to assist people in choosing not to lean against the soft ceiling tiles on the door should there be standing room only (very rare, that). The image is from a friend who died decades ago, who helped me with my thesis. He was great with cuneiform mud-writing of very many millennia ago.

Let’s take a look at the bottom:

Ready to go! People are better at going to Confession when they see that the priest doesn’t use the Confessional as a broom closet, but rather spruces it up in honor of the Sacred Mysteries of our Lord’s Mercy being applied therein. And in helps really, really a lot if the priest preaches up Confession and talks about how much he himself loves going to Confession.

There’s much more I’d like to do as time goes on. Right away after I came to the parish, we added an interior wall and Confessional screen. It used to be – I’m not kidding – a shower curtain hung on a window curtain rod by wires from the ceiling. We have to choose to get over the catastrophe post-Vatican II, and start getting back to the basics. We gotta make it to heaven.

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Imagine Dragons – Bleeding out – LEO tribute

In these days of chaos and anarchy of people getting paid to be violent by arbiters of societal experimentation akin to Josef Mengele experimentation on Jews in extermination camps, it’s good to see the other side of law enforcement.

That might be a crime for the Department of Justice, which is part and parcel of the chaos, holding that the real terrorists are Catholics kneeling at Holy Mass being said in Latin. But, I don’t care about the hypocrisy of those who think they are the powers-that-be. The Lord is always the Lord of History. Part of what the Good Lord wants is the good cops being good cops.

If we have a “Bleeding Out” tribute, we have to have the “This Is How You Bring Me Back to Life” tribute:

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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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Alabama’s “Sound of Freedom Act” toughest anti-child-sex-trafficking law in USA

LifeSiteNews reports that the unanimous legislation “mandates a minimum of life imprisonment for first-time offenders over 19 who are found guilty of trafficking a minor in the state. Those who are under 18 will be charged with a Class A felony, which carries with it at least 20 years in prison.” […] Alabama Daily News relates that the Sound of Freedom Act “does not require that the perpetrator be aware of their victim’s age to be given a life sentence, nor is mistaking the victim’s age a legitimate legal defense.”


“Mandates a minimum of life imprisonment” — “minimum” — Trump said that the minimum sentence should be immediate execution.


Just a question for those who know who they are: Do you really wanna go that route?

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Repost! More on Saint George, Dragon Slayer

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This was posted five years ago [now seven years in 2024]. A good day to bring this to light once again. Outside of Saint Philomena – the veracity of whose existence as a virgin and martyr of the early Church has recently been sustained by exhaustive scientific evaluations of the evidence – outside of her… there is perhaps no saint more scorned as being no more than a figment of pious imagination than Saint George, who, however, boasts of more archaeological and historical evidence than most any other saint in the history not only of the early Church, but for some lesser known saints, right into our own day. Churches dedicated to Saint George sprang up in their dozens throughout the ancient world immediately after news of his martyrdom on 23 April 303.

Liberal warning: The most obnoxious denial of the existence of Saint George that I’ve come across comes from a super liberal professor of “ecumenism” (which I put in quotes because he had no idea what true ecumenism is). Many of my fellow priests today have had Father XXX as a professor in the various countries, seminaries and universities where he’s misled people. He had the idea that Saint George couldn’t possibly have existed because of the iconography of him slaying a dragon. This priest-professor’s arrogant idea was that we’re very smart today, and people of the past were so very gullible and stupid. He laughed his nervous, cowardly, mocking laugh when I tried to explain a few things about the iconography:

  • Those in the first centuries, who were suffering under the severe persecutions of the dragon of the Apocalypse, namely, the possessed-by-Satan pre-Constantinian Roman Empire, understood the dragon to be the Roman Empire. Even so, such depictions only came later, but for this very reason.
  • The white horse, similarly, is the white horse of the Apocalypse 6:2, whose rider goes out conquering and to further his conquering.
  • In the early fourth century, after George was martyred, it is interesting to note that all martyrs in the Montefiascone/Bolsano region of Tuscany, whether male or female, with no regard to how they met their deaths, were all depicted as riding on the white horse of the Apocalypse.
  • The woman who is to be saved in the background of some Renaissance paintings is, similarly, Holy Mother Church, who is represented by her saints.
  • The point of all this wonderful triumphalism in the iconography is not that Saint George or the other martyrs successfully fought their way out of being martyred. The point is not that they slew the dragon by, for instance, assassinating the Emperor of the time. It’s that they conquered the demonically controlled world by witnessing to Christ Jesus’ goodness and kindness and truth right unto their deaths, so hated is goodness and kindness and truth by the demonically controlled world. Saint George and the other martyrs slew the dragon by continuing in faithfulness while being slain.
  • By the way, the dragon, the ancient serpent, the devil and Satan, of Genesis 2:4-3:24, is, in the ancient usage of the word, an Oracle from God on behalf of man, a spirit, an angel, now a fallen angel. There are no talking snakes in Genesis. We’re talking about Satan here. The ancients knew this. Why is it that we don’t in all our clever self-congratulation?

None of this – or the archaeological proofs – made any impression on the super-liberal priest to whom I was speaking, for the last thing he wanted to hear was faithfulness to the Church unto death. That’s not what his own life was about. He was against all doctrine, all morality, all Sacred Revelation. Since he couldn’t answer in any reasonable way, he merely laughed his nervous, cowardly, mocking laugh once again. I was to see the “spirit” of that priest in so many other priests throughout my whole priesthood. Such adversity is an occasion by which friendship with Christ Jesus and the Saints can flourish.

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This icon was given to me by Cardinal […]. It’s from the Mount Zion crowd just outside the wall of the Old City of Jerusalem. There is great devotion to Saint George in Palestine until today, with about every third boy being named after Saint George.

George’s father, Gerontius, was well known to the Emperor Diocletian as one of his very best soldiers. When Gerontius’ son George applied to Diocletian to be in the military service of the Emperor, Diocletian quickly made him part of the Imperial Guard and gave him the rank of Tribune. These positions taken together made young George, perhaps in his early twenties, almost as powerful as the Emperor himself. Very few people would have ever had such power, both military and political, and at such a young age. George was an instant phenomenon. Everyone would have known exactly who he was in the entire ancient world.

saint george martyrdom

Diocletian was persuaded by the might-makes-right Galerius to have all his soldiers offer sacrifice to the Roman gods. George, with the zeal of the saints, loudly and with great reason proclaimed his worship of Christ Jesus, so that he couldn’t possibly offer sacrifice to any Roman gods. Diocletian, distraught – for he had never intended this – offered George all sorts of bribes, all of which were scorned by our Saint. Diocletian then set out to make an example of him, first attaching him to a wheel of swords and then having him decapitated.

Saint George and Saint Michael the Archangel sometimes meld into one presentation with wings being granted to Saint George on his white horse. That’s O.K. I’m sure they were great friends!

By the way, George is the Name of God the Father: ὁ πατήρ μου ὁ γεωργός ἐστιν (John 15:1). “My Father is George.” O.K., so, a pedantic translation would be “My Father is the Farmer” or “My Father is the Tiller of the Ground.” Some translations have “Vinedresser.” Truth be told, it’s γεωργός, that is, George!

Just to be insistent about this: “Adam” means “Tiller of the Ground.” “Adam” = “George.” Jesus is the New Adam. Jesus is the New George. Yours truly is merely the old George, the old Adam. But Christ has conquered and goes out to conquer still. Thanks be to God our Father that Jesus sets about slaying me so that, dead to myself, I live for Him alone. Yikes!

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By the way, my parish, which takes in the most outrageously beautiful mountains of the Great Smoky Mountains, boasts, of course, of being at one end of “The Dragon’s Tail”, which is an extremely dangerous curvy road that every motorcycle enthusiast in North America loves to ride. They all come here! There are hotels just for two-wheelers throughout the area. There are all sort of motorcycle fix-it shops. I invite all cyclers to to make a weekend of this, slaying the dragon by the tail, and stopping in for Mass at 8:30 Sunday morning at Prince of Peace Catholic Church in Robbinsville, NC, or 11:00 Mass Sunday morning at Holy Redeemer Catholic Church in Andrews, N.C. If you’re not afraid of heights or gravel roads, come to Andrews from Robbinsville over Tatham Gap Road. If you’ve never once said “Yikes!” in your life, you will when you ride this one. I say that in solidarity, as most all my broken bones in life (really very many) have come from riding on two wheels with a motor.

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Repost! It was “Sts George & Philomena are fake!” Now it’s “Jesus and Mary are fake!”

There is no other saint I know of who is more archeologically established than Saint George. We have found the ruins of early centuries church buildings built in his honor at the very time of his death throughout the still anti-Catholic Roman Empire, from throughout Europe to throughout the Near and Middle East and everything in between.

Saint George is trashed because of Renaissance paintings of Saint George on a white horse slaying a dragon so as to save a maiden. “All fiction!” it is shrieked. “Don’t be a martyr! Be a man-of-consensus with the world!” That’s the brow-beating, bullying insistence which the soft and self-absorbed readily accept.

But the white horse is that of Jesus in the Apocalypse. In that Apocalypse the dragon is the great Serpent and Satan who is possessing the Caesars of the day. In that Apocalypse the maiden is the Church and the Mother of God. In the Apocalypse those who are killed in witness to Christ Jesus are the victors by their faithfulness right through death. The renaissance paintings are not original to those painters: They were merely representing frescoes in catacombs which depicted all martyrs like Saint George and at the time of Saint George in this fashion. Men who were martyred, women who were martyred, all depicted riding on white horses slaying the dragon, victorious over Satan by being faithful right through death.

Likewise, the virgin martyrs are dismissed as those to whom modern teenagers cannot relate. The first to be cancelled is Saint Philomena. In recent scientific studies, it is established absolutely that her catacomb stone reads: “Pax tecum Philomena” with no other possibility, and that the small glass vase found in that place contains the blood of a girl carbon-dated to the time of Philomena. Yep.

A priest working in the Holy See at the time I attended the presentations of these scientific studies actually hunted me down in Rome and insisted that it cannot be that I, a student at the Pontifical Biblical Institute, could promote the viability of placing Saint Philomena in the liturgical calendar once again. He was frantic, as if possessed. Yep.

The problem is both virginity and martyrdom, and martyrdom because of the virginity because of giving oneself over to Christ Jesus, to be “hidden with Christ in God” as Saint Paul says. We can’t have that today, shriek the inverted.

But that’s all years ago. Now what we have presented to us is that Jesus and His dear mother are irrelevant in every way. We must ignore them; we must obey the fallen world, we must worship Satan, Pachamama. Yep.

I will worship our Heavenly Father through, with, and in Jesus by the Holy Ghost and I will thank our dearest Immaculate Virgin Mary for interceding even for me as advocate, mediatrix, co-redemptrix. Thank you Jesus. Thank you Mary.

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