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The Blah Blah Synod™ How bishops and priests are to listen to those in the darkest of existential peripheries: important

So, Cardinal Mario Grech, Secretary-General of the Synod of Bishops, yelled at the US bishops: “Let the pastors not be afraid to listen to the flock.” That’s fraudulent gas-lighting.

I’m not afraid to listen. Let me tell you just how much I’m not afraid. I’m so unafraid that I show people the wounds of Jesus, I show them their biographies written out in the wounds on Jesus’ body, perfectly clear depictions of their self-entitlement to be idiots identities, must more clear then they could ever express themselves. I show them their damned and sinful selves so that they can find their true identities in Christ Jesus, He the Head of the Body, and we, who are to be the members of His Body, as Saint Paul says. As people open their mouths to defend their self-entitlement to sin against doctrine, sin against morality, sin against liturgy, to sin by way of idol-worship, to sin by way of sacrificing children… I have their jaws drop right to the floor so they can enunciate clearly their sins in Sacramental Confession. Other than that, their jaws can just drop so that they now listen, stunned into silence, by the Word of God spoken to them, surely for the first time in their lives. They speak loudly in that manner of stunned silence, with their hearts and minds and souls captured by the Word of our Heavenly Father, now Incarnate, Christ Jesus. Let me be clear:

You can Blah Blah Synod™ all the hell you want, but in doing so you will obscure those wounds of Christ Jesus, you will silence the voice of those wounds, you will muffle the voice of our Heavenly Father speaking that eternal Word of God who is Love, you will never be able to hear the true needs and misery of those who had chosen sin and darkness but now want to come back to the fullness of life and light, but cannot, because of ecclesiastics who hotly desire to forever listen to the dainty desires of sin instead of listening to the confession of, repentance from sins in Sacramental Confession, instead of listening to the ripping to shreds of Jesus with the scourging, instead of listening to the smashing of the crown of thorns into His skull, instead of listening to the nails thudding through His hands and feet into the wood of the Cross, instead of listening to the gurgling of the blood and water gushing from the Heart of Love Himself when the sword is rammed into His side, instead of listening to the command given now to the Father to obey the Son: “Father! Forgive them!”

If we don’t hear that repentant confession of sin, and that’s all we need to hear, we will never be able to see sin as sin, for we ourselves will be so immersed in sin that we will deny sin is sin. We won’t give witness to those who want to listen to a word about the Sacrifice of the Word Incarnate. We won’t give witness by our deeds to those who want to see how it’s done, that is, with ourselves going to Confession.

People are screaming to be heard from the midst of the darkness they don’t know how to escape except in a downward spiral, even suicide. “Listen to me!” they cry. “Listen to me begging to have witness to Jesus shown to me!” But no. The last thing The Blah Blah Synod™ is about is Jesus. Jesus doesn’t count. Jesus is just a symbol to be shoved to the side in thematic liturgies given over to demon-idols. These ecclesiastics don’t hear the pleas for Jesus, the pleas for good doctrine, good morality, good liturgy, for Sacraments and sacramentals. Jesus, the Word, is stifled with all the Blah Blah.

But I’ll tell you what, people have a right before the throne of God, sinful as they are, lost as they are, to have witness from the pastors of the Lord’s Little Flock. And, yes, they are entitled to that witness by the Blood of the Lamb, He who stood in our place, Innocent for the guilty, so that He has the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. He came into this world baiting the ecclesiastics of the day, getting the job done, baiting them into to killing Him. They think they won, but in having founded His mercy on His justice, taking on the death we deserve for sin, Jesus, Innocent, usurps Satan’s right over us (we having given Satan that right over us with original sin and then whatever of our own rubbish sin). Jesus takes us back with such violence! He gets the job done, literally come hell or high water.

When people are not given that witness to Jesus, to which they have a right because of the enormity of what Jesus in His love did for us hanging over the heads of all mankind, when people are not given that witness to Jesus they have a right to take that witness, to make it happen. People aren’t going to bother with the wimpish cowardly Styrofoam ecclesiastics who are inverted, self-absorbed and dainty, those who are men of consensus. No. People are going to go after those who are already witnessing to Jesus, to His doctrine, to His morality, to His Sacrifice of the Mass, and they are going to push that witness of those who are faithful to be even clearer than it ever has been by way of martyrdom. And this martyrdom will be the most exquisite listening of those true pastors to the needs of the many for whom Jesus died, the new members of Jesus’ Little Flock.

That’s how to listen. Can you hear the flesh being ripped off, now? the thorns being smashed into craniums, now? the thud of nails piercing hands and feet and into the wood of uncountable crosses, now? the cries of “Father! Forgive them!”, now?

But that glorious witness will not be given unless we are listening to our Heavenly Father eternally speak that one Word now Incarnate, Christ Jesus.

Give a listen to the biographies of people. It’s all so very clear for all to hear:

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I do NOT need absolution for when I popped that guy in 1972 ’cause it’s a long time ago

Let’s do a little thought experiment and see whether the passage of time is morally significant, shall we? I challenge the laity, my fellow priests and bishops, the Pope himself to point out any errors.

The scene is a 62 year old reminiscing just to do it with his new priest:

  • “I mean, I was only twelve years old, and my on-the-spot-pointed-out target looked like he was my age too but my friend who was going to let me shoot his new .50 BMG said that that kid was like different because he wasn’t born here and told me that like this was a test of my loyalty to the country and I thought I was only going to shoot a tree or something but he pointed out this kid and told me to just aim above his left ear for that distance as he hadn’t straightened the sights out yet but that’s was a good place to aim and so I did what I had to do and yes I know the kid died because like his whole head exploded above his shoulders, like a little cloud of red vapor, and no I didn’t go to Confession about it then and I haven’t since because at first I was afraid and then it was like I was a hero like my reputation preceded me and so I just never confessed it even though I did mention to a priest once like ten years later but he said that I shouldn’t worry about it ’cause it was like a long time ago, like ten years after it happened and I’m only telling you now like 50 years later because I remember it all every hour of every day and every night and I can’t sleep and I’m like crazy my whole life carrying this around and I don’t know where to turn or what to do because it just feels like I should like confess it like to God but no priest will listen to me because it was so long ago and so it’s like irrelevant today and that kid would be my age right now and have a family and… and… sob… sob… sob…

So, what should the priest say? I would simply make the sign of the cross and help him with just a few words to speak to the moral irrelevance of the mere passage of time as God will hold us responsible for that which we’ve done no matter how long a time intervenes. I would say that if we should sincerely ask for God’s forgiveness He will forgive us. I would make quick examples of how we are all still subject to the consequences of original sin from so long ago despite that sin being wrought so long ago, and how the redemption wrought for us with Christ Jesus is still relevant to us today despite being wrought some 2000 years ago. So what he did merely in 1972 is still relevant to his life and eternal life today. And even if a zillion years should pass before the final judgment, God will hold our moral choices to be relevant to that judgment when He will judge the living and the dead and the world by fire. I would say ask a few more questions to make the confession integral, going through the commandments, help him make an act of contrition, and give him an absolution and a penance.

  • “So, like, I can actually have hope of going to heaven some day, like, I’m actually forgiven by Jesus?”
  • “Yes.”
  • “Sob… sob… sob” but this time with tears of joy.

But what would the liberal-idiot priest say? He would simply say “Fugetabatit, it happened a long time ago, so what-eh-vur.” And the now 62 year old kills himself…

Analogy: Pretty much all bishops say that the purposed live abortions back in the early 1970s to get living organs from those then very dead because murdered babies so as to research and develop and test “vaccines”, direct murders, not some double-effect crap, but directly doing an evil to achieve a “good”, all in a direct line of consequence through time, is all good because it happened a long time ago. Bull shit. Bishops and priests who say that do no favors to the Lord’s Little Flock and do no favor to themselves.

Jesus said that what you’ve done to the least of these you’ve done to me. Do we disbelieve him? How about it, Pope Francis? Are you going to tell me to shut up like you’ve told others to shut up about this?

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Altars and Confessionals? Nope. Notre-Dame de Paris opts for Liberté Egalité Fraternité

The fire destroying the roof and spires of the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris didn’t hurt the side chapels with their windows and paintings and Altars and Confessionals:

But those are now set to be destroyed for light shows and murals and the glorification of man, so that Liberté means the freedom of being rid of God, Egalité means all become gods, Fraternité means being the mirror image of the ones who wield raw power, who manipulate – in all their self-congratulation – the “dialogue” of Hegelian-Rahnerian dialectic synodality favoring environmentalism.

Murals depicting various cultures will be displayed along with light shows mocking not only God, but the very ones who are to be thereby sealed into cynical boredom with “religion”, an estimated 12,000,000 souls per year. Remember this light show on the front of the Basilica of Santa Maria sopra Minerva in Rome depicting a demonic destruction of the Church?

Or how about this one on the Basilica of Saint Peter, you know, so as to have hope in the new religion of environmentalism? Cute! But what about Jesus and Him crucified?

Just makes you want to go to Confession in repentance of one’s sins and then attend the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in thanksgiving, doesn’t it? It’s all about Jesus, isn’t it? No, nothing about Jesus. Not at all.

The destruction of the altars in Notre-Dame for the sake of this crapola is an attack on the Sacrifice of Jesus, He, the Son of the Living God, who came into this world to stand in our place, the innocent for the guilty, taking on the punishment we deserve for original sin and whatever other rubbish sin, so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, granting us the wherewithal in His grace to do what is right, being united with Him, and so be on our way to heaven. But, no…

  • “Away with the Altars! Away with the Son of God! No more Holy Sacrifice of the Mass! No more forgiveness of sin! No more Confessionals! It’s not about Jesus! It’s about us! Me!”

Side “chapels” in Notre-Dame de Paris will be dedicated to cultures. I bet Pachamama will figure prominently, as will Xi’s genocidal Communism, as well as Germany’s same-sex marriage “culture”. Not just a few fallen cultures, not just some idol worship, not just some idolatrous lust, but – Hey! – with light shows you can depict as much diverse hell as desired a hundred different ways every hour of every day!

The real crime was not any arson of Notre-Dame de Paris in 2019, but the purposed mockery of God and Jesus’ Little Flock with the post-arson hatred of all that is good and holy.

  • When you see the Abomination of Desolation being caused to be established on the Holy of Holies where it must not be by divine mandate, then know that…
  • When the Daily Sacrifice comes to an end, then know that…

Any rich person out there reading this? How about transporting those Altars with their relics and those Confessionals to someone who can preserve them, use them? There are plenty of cancelled priests right now also in Paris who would rejoice to be set up with an Altar and Confessional from Notre Dame.

I’m guessing, though, that the Altars will pave the sewers of Paris, and the Confessionals will be saved as kindling to burn the saints at the stake, you know, while the light shows continue, while no one goes to Holy Mass, while no one goes to Confession, while no one gets to know Jesus, while no one is on their way to heaven…

What am I upset about the most? The destruction of the Altars and the Confessionals teaches people the lie that Jesus doesn’t count any more, that He is gone, to be forgotten, that we’re the ones now, we’re gods, we’re our own saviors. So sad all of this.

Go to Confession while you can. Go to Holy Mass while you can. Say the Rosary while you can.

UPDATE: Since Notre Dame is owned by the State, the Church should give up anything to do with that building. How can one tolerate sacrilege by continuing to use the same space? How can it be consecrated when sacrilege continues non-stop?

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Catholic Examination of Conscience for Adults

Here’s a pretty good examination of conscience before going to Confession:

I don’t know anything about bulldogcatholic. I only glanced at this examination. Couple of things:

  • About the abstinence from meat on certain days such as Fridays, there is no mention of the possibility of doing another penance or charitable act instead, according to the promulgated law of whatever country’s Bishops Conference.
  • There is talk only of male self-abuse. Um… I think women can do that grievous sin as well.
  • While sins of simple contraception belong to the sixth commandment, chemical contraception belongs to the fifth commandment – Do not murder – as the chemicals murder an already conceived child. Meanwhile, in vitro fertilization also belongs to the fifth commandment, since, to get one conception (which involves its own mortal sins) you have to get very many other conceptions which are then discarded like trash. Meanwhile, artificial insemination is a sin against the sixth commandment as unity is also to be part of the marriage act, which is always to be open to life.

If you see any other adjustments, leave them in the comments section. But the rest looks quite good. I like how the fifth commandment gives a proper translation of the Hebrew, which has “Do not murder.” Not all killing is murder. I think of the just stopping of a threat of already being delivered mortal violence. Should that end with the perp dying, that’s on him, not on the one stopping the threat.

Perhaps you know of other good examinations of conscience…

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St John Vianney’s Illumination of Conscience, Fr Mark Goring [and a Fr George anecdote]

I very much appreciate the painting of the angel during the proclamation of the vocation of Isaiah as being the background image for this video. Great choice Father Mark.

I have spoken and written many times about my own little illumination of conscience after I asked my Guardian Angel to help with my examination of conscience. Unlike the Patron Saint of Priests featured in the video above, Saint John Vianney, who had no fear, I was fearful enough to ask my guardian angel to be gentle in this illumination. And still it was like being hit with clarity so hard as to throw me into a kind of PTSD event, repeatedly.

It wasn’t all at once. But it was like my guardian angel was saying: “Remember this?” (wham!) and then after a minute, “Remember that? (wham!), and then after a minute, “Remember this other thing? (wham!)” And so on. Yikes! I have a great confessor. Jesus is good and kind. The angels rejoice.

Should you do this, just be sure to ask your guardian angel to be gentle with you, lest you get a heart attack and die unconfessed. Even having done this, mind you, I’m still way too afraid to do as Saint John Vianney did. And even he repented right away and asked our dear Lord to take the piercing illumination away. And you still wonder why it is that Saint John Vianney did such great penances? I feel like a little ant next to him.

It’s Advent. Go to Confession.

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My Penance for my Confession

Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy. Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.

Christ, hear us. Christ, hear us.
Christ, graciously hear us. Christ, graciously hear us.

God the Father in heaven, have mercy on us.
God the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on us.
God the Holy Spirit, have mercy on us.
Holy Trinity, one God, have mercy on us.

Holy Mary, pray for us.
Saint Joseph, pray for us.
Illustrious son of David, pray for us.
Light of Patriarchs, pray for us.
Spouse of the Mother of God, pray for us.
Guardian of the Redeemer, pray for us.
Pure Guardian of the Virgin, pray for us.
Provider for the Son of God, pray for us.
Zealous defender of Christ, pray for us.
Servant of Christ, pray for us.
Minister of salvation, pray for us.
Head of the Holy Family, pray for us.
Joseph, most just, pray for us.
Joseph, most chaste, pray for us.
Joseph, most prudent, pray for us.
Joseph, most brave, pray for us.
Joseph, most obedient, pray for us.
Joseph, most loyal, pray for us.
Mirror of patience, pray for us.
Lover of poverty, pray for us.
Model for workers, pray for us.
Glory of family life, pray for us.
Guardian of virgins, pray for us.
Cornerstone of families, pray for us.
Support in difficulties, pray for us.
Comfort of the sorrowing, pray for us.
Hope of the sick, pray for us.
Patron of exiles, pray for us.
Patron of the afflicted, pray for us.
Patron of the poor, pray for us.
Patron of the dying, pray for us.
Terror of demons, pray for us.
Protector of the Holy Church, pray for us.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, hear us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

He made him master of his house, and ruler of all his possessions.

Let us pray. O God, who in your inexpressible providence
were pleased to choose Saint Joseph as spouse of your most holy Mother,
grant, we pray that we who revere him as our protector on earth,
may be worthy of his heavenly intercession.
Who live and reign for ever and ever. Amen.

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My penance for Confession

My Confessor gives me great penances. This time, it was to pray thricely the Ave Maris Stella, and to offer that for a special intention, namely, that the Pope together with the bishops consecrate Russia to the Immaculate Heart of Mary (regardless of whether that was ever done or not, for once done, it can be repeated ad libitum, right?). So… Great!

  • Ave, maris stella, Dei mater alma, atque semper virgo, felix coeli porta.
    • Hail, star of the sea, Nurturing Mother of God, And ever Virgin Happy gate of Heaven.
  • Sumens illud “Ave” Gabrielis ore, funda nos in pace, mutans Evae nomen.
    • Receiving that “Ave” From the mouth of Gabriel, Establish us in peace, Transforming the name of “Eva”
  • Solve vincla reis, profer lumen caecis, mala nostra pelle, bona cuncta posce.
    • Loosen the chains of the guilty, Send forth light to the blind, Our evil do thou dispel, Entreat for us all good things.
  • Monstra te esse matrem, sumat per te precem qui pro nobis natus tulit esse tuus.
    • Show thyself to be a Mother: Through thee may he receive prayer Who, being born for us, Undertook to be thine own.
  • Virgo singularis, inter omnes mitis, nos culpis solutos mites fac et castos.
    • O unique Virgin, Meek above all others, Make us free from our sins, Meek and chaste.
  • Vitam praesta puram, iter para tutum, ut videntes Jesum semper collaetemur.
    • Bestow a pure life, Prepare a safe way: That seeing Jesus, We may ever rejoice.
  • Sit laus Deo Patri, summo Christo decus, Spiritui Sancto tribus honor unus. Amen.
    • Praise be to God the Father, To the Most High Christ glory, To the Holy Ghost Be honor, to the Three equally. Amen.

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Synod negotiables? “My offer is this: Go to Confession.”

Six second video. I couldn’t resist. It’s just the way he says it, inscaping all that is non-negotiable. Hehehe.

It’s a fad all of a sudden to pretend one is an icon of orthodoxy by listing a few things which are non-negotiable, like being nice and stuff like that there, except if someone, you know, objects and calls you a meanie. Then watch all those tough guy heroes run away.

So let’s just set out all that which is non-negotiable without exception:

SACRED SCRIPTURE IN ITS ENTIRETY IS NON-NEGOTIABLE:

  • All of Sacred Scripture is inspired by the Holy Spirit and is for our salvation; each of the inspired words are to assist us in assenting to being formed by the Holy Spirit into being members of the Body of Christ, He being the Head of that Body, He being the One Divine Eternal Word of the Father, now Incarnate, Christ Jesus our Lord.
    • Instead, we hear that this embrace of Sacred Scripture is a sinful entrenchment into rigidity. Nope. I stand with Sacred Scripture.

SACRED TRADITION IN ITS ENTIRETY IS NON-NEGOTIABLE:

  • Sacred Tradition is not wrought by man, but only “quasi per manus” (almost as if by hand) as the first dogmatic constitution of the fourth session of the Council of Trent put it, for it is actually part and parcel of divine revelation, the supernatural articleS [see: “Traditiones”] of faith provided also with the supernatural virtues of charity and hope by the Most Holy Spirit, individual and throughout the ages to the members of the Body of Christ, all univocal in provision as described for us so aptly by the great Cardinal Siri in his essential book Gethsemane published if I remember correctly by Angelus Press.
    • Instead, we hear that this Sacred Tradition, always the same in its unmanipulable Truth, is to be put to the Machiavellian manipulations Cardinal Siri called “prestidigitations”, those sophistic slight-of-hand tricks of diabolical deceivers. Nope. I stand with Sacred Tradition.

THE SUPREME INTERVENTIONS OF THE SACRED MAGISTERIUM IN THEIR ENTIRETY ARE NON-NEGOTIABLE

  • When Peter speaks to the universal Church as the Successor of Peter, Bishop of Rome, on matters of faith and morals and declares such pronouncements to be already in their entirety contained in Sacred Revelation, such bear the guarantee of veracity provided by the Son of the Living God Himself.
    • Instead, we hear that mere men can add to, change, or take away from the Living Truth, entirely unashamed in their attempt to take on that which isn’t even the prerogative of God, for even God cannot add to, change, or take away from Himself. So, nope. I stand with the supreme interventions of the Sacred Magisterium of the Church in their entirety.

But then:

  • “But Father George! Father George! You’re rigidly entrenched in, like, the way we’ve always done everything, and that’s The-Mortal-Sin®! And besides, you know, like, stuff and everything. You should dialogue with us, and walk with us, and bless what you call our sin. The way of the Synod is broad and easy to walk, beautiful! Come with us, for fellowship!”

My answer:

  • “I preach Christ Crucified, whom the powers that be ignore and attack, casting Jesus beyond the peripheries. I stand with the Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception. The Way is narrow that leads to heaven, the Confessional.”
  • “My offer is this: Go to Confession!”

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Covid “vaccines” and relativism of conscience

Warning! If sarcasm triggers you, just man up and suffer through it. It will do you good. There’s a lot of sarcasm in what follows. There’s a lot of clarity – in charity – with sarcasm. It gets the point across. The Scriptures are filled with sarcasm. Holy sarcasm.

  • My conscience that I have purposely blinded by not paying attention to the Natural Law, to the Ten Commandments, to the Sacred Scriptures… my purposely blinded conscience tells me that I can hunt down “authorities” who agree with whatever the hell I want to do, like the Pope (not speaking infallibly), like the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (which never speaks infallibly), like the USCCB (which never speaks infallibly), like heretic priest-sycophants of sycophant bishops (who never speak infallibly), like my kids and grandkids (who never speak infallibly)… my conscience purposely blinded, purposely sycophantic, tells me that I can say that I have no conscience, but just the possibility of being a weak coward and because my fallen human conscience infallibly commands me. I can therefore be only a weak coward and just do evil for the sake of evil, and it will all be good because I’m just like all the other weak cowards at home, at work, at church, in society. Therefore…
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead and do up some idol worship in Vatican Gardens or in my own life, making myself my own god and worshiping myself, doing whatever the hell it is that my fallen but of course infallible human conscience commands me to do.
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead and believe in the universal salvation heresy of Pope Francis, which means the commandments are stupid and Jesus is stupid for having died to redeem us from sin — we’re all gonna be saved anyway, right? — and with Jesus being stupid for having the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, to forgive us, He having taken on our punishment for our sin, standing in our place, the Innocent for the guilty… because Jesus is stupid for all that mercy founded on justice crap, I can therefore do whatever the hell my fallen conscience tells me to do. My conscience is god, not God. Universal salvation! Yay! Blaspheming God to His face at the judgment will only get us to heaven anyway, so why not follow my fallen human but ever infallible – of course – conscience? I’m god, not God.
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead and follow the “If-it-feels-good-do-it!” style-of-morality regarding sexual activity because my conscience says I am to do whatever the hell I please as it’s all heavenly — serial polygamy, fornication, adultery, same sex civil unions, pornography and self-abuse, abuse of minors, whatever — and nothing matters because “my” conscience, utterly relative to me, myself and I, gave me an excuse to do whatever the hell I please, and the Pope, the Holy Office, the USCCB, the bishops, the governments, god Fauci have all foisted their slimy selves on my conscience and I love it, because they insist it’s “my” conscience, that I must be arrogantly proud of “my” conscience, that I must choose not to love God or neighbor or myself: I must shriek NON SERVIAM! I WILL NOT SERVE! I must serve my ill-formed conscience of fallen human nature.
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead follow the new “vaccine” religion and sacrifice children in mandated rituals of aborting living, fully developed, healthy children so as to rip out their living healthy organs for the sole purpose of researching and/or developing and/or testing for my “benefit”, my direct, proximate, formal cooperation in this murder for hire scheme.

HERE’S THE DEAL:

  • It used to be that the Church taught (and the true Church still teaches) that our consciences of our fallen human nature are to be formed by Natural Law, by Sacred Revelation, by the authentic supreme magisterial interventions of the Sacred Magisterium such as we have with the canons of Trent.
  • But now THE DOCTRINE is that Natural Law and Sacred Revelation and the authentic interventions of the Supreme Magisterium are all to be a priori rejected in favor of the fallible private conscience of fallen human nature, and if anyone, say, a priest, dares buck this brow-beating, he will forthwith be dismissed from the clerical state for trumped up charges of, say, inciting hatred of the hierarchy of the Church, of being divisive, ineffective, not being a ♬ man-of-consensus ♬, not one-of-us.

HERE’S THE UPSHOT:

  • Please God, with God’s grace, I’m going to respect the conscience of people not by saying they have no moral capacity and so I’ll just accompany them in their murder and blasphemy.. No… I’m going to respect the conscience of people by encouraging them to repent and try, with God’s good grace, to do what is good and holy, to follow Jesus, who said, “If you love me, keep the commandments.”
  • Please God, I do this with great joy and enthusiasm, expecting the worst comeuppance, but considering that a privilege. That’s NOT me. That joy and enthusiasm would only be, is with me, because of the grace of God, and me, somehow, in some little way, following my guardian angel. He also wields that fiery sword to bring about my conversion. See the picture above. :-)

JUST AN HISTORICAL NOTE:

  • This follow-your-own-sacrosanct-conscience thing began in a big way in 1968 with the wholesale rejection of Humanae vitae by the bishops and priests and religious, they rejecting Natural Law, Sacred Revelation and the constant teaching of the Church through the centuries against contraception, abortifacients, abortion, etc., they insisting on private conscience not formed by Natural Law, Sacred Revelation or the constant teaching of the Church.
  • And today, the same ones who would uphold Humanae vitae congratulate themselves for being good because of that, so good, in fact, that they literally have a license to kill, so that they can insist on people now rejecting properly formed conscience, you know, so as to give people an excuse in relativism to kill the unborn for self-profit as with the “vaccines.”
  • Hypocrites, all. They have prostituted themselves in exactly the same way that this has been done throughout the millennia: “Just tell me whatever the hell it is that you want to do, and I’ll give you permission to do this, and I’ll make sure to deal with recalcitrant priests, but the deal is that you have to congratulate me, saying that I’m a man of consensus, clever, smart, a sophisticate amongst the best.” But here’s what will happen: those yes-men won’t be there for the defense of the idiots at the last judgement. No, they won’t. These guys will be all on their own to… defend… murder… because, you know, conscience in our fallen human nature is infallible… and stuff like that there… right? right?

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Last Rites from an unvaxed priest! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look!

  • “Last Rites given by an unvaxed priest! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Super-Troublemaker! Father George!”

To those who think that I do something extraordinarily heroic… sigh… all I do is jump not over tall buildings but merely into a beat-up vehicle, having an absolute blast driving through the absolutely gorgeous Blue Ridge Mountains on the super-cool curvy roads of far, far Western North Carolina, North Georgia, etc., blasting through any number of parishes and (arch)dioceses and states to do what I’m supposed to do as a priest. That’s it. Nothing heroic. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s what any priest would do, at least if they could.

Some priests are locked down, commanded by their bishops not to provide the Sacraments of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, not even Last Rites to those in the throws of death. What’s it gonna hurt the person who’s dying? What’s it gonna hurt the priest even if he catches Covid and dies? Giving the Last Rites gets both to heaven, and isn’t that what we want? We’re all gonna die. But the dying need the Last Rites and the priest must provide the Last Rites.

Even bishops sitting mightily in power denying Last Rites to their subjects will die. We priests are to ignore them as Canon Law bids us to do. And I’m not bucking any authority in all this: regardless of any jurisdiction any bishop thinks he has, when it’s a matter of someone dying on the spot any priest whomsoever has the right and duty to provide the Sacraments, even someone who is excommunicated, even if a priest in good standing is right there. And anyway, I’m in good standing with both Church and State.

By “Last Rites” I mean any number of things that can include but are not limited to rites of Confession and Anointing, also known as Extreme Unction. While Confession is expressly mentioned in Canon Law (Canon 976), I include Anointing since it covers what happens in Confession when Confession cannot otherwise be made. The supreme law is the salvation of souls, right?

To those who think that I do something criminal, being unvaxed and being with… gasp!… other people who are dying, even while I am spot-tested, enrobed, masked and gloved (but not gloved for a few seconds when I actually provide the sacraments), to those who judge me as being an old meanie for comforting the dying and sending them to heaven in their last minutes, to them I say… well, actually… I am speechless… But I’ll just keep doing what I do best, to be with the dying, to hear Confessions, to provide the Last Rites… and that’s NOT heroic, it’s just a priest being a priest.

If I myself were to die in moments, desiring the Last Rites, and some traitor (arch)bishop somewhere somehow forbade any priest to come to my assistance, and would not in any event show up himself, say, in a Covid Ward, you know, so that he could score some political points with who knows who, I would be tempted to sin with thoughts of exaggerated bitterness against him (not good, I know). That’s not the state of mind I would otherwise want when preparing to go before the Lord in just some minutes. Much better to ask the Lord for His mercy, for the forgiveness of all my terrible sins, for the grace of final perseverance in those last seconds, for the joy of going to heaven to thank Him forever.

I “confess” that in the past few days I’ve been to all sorts of hospitals in Covid overflow wards, in Covid lockdown wards, in North Carolina, in Georgia, at private homes… Again, that’s nothing heroic. It’s what all priests are supposed to do. In any other time, people wouldn’t pay one bit of attention. Nothing. But now, wrongly, it’s all, like:

  • “Last Rites given by an unvaxed priest! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Super-Troublemaker! Father George!”

But let’s talk about being unvaxed for a second. I am unvaxed. There are priests in, say, the Diocese of Lexington who are unvaxed and who are forbidden by their bishop because of that to provide the Last Rites. Does anyone ask them if they have super strong natural antibodies such that they cannot be carriers, unable to get or transmit Covid? No? Why not? What’s the political motivation behind that? Does anyone do spot tests? No? Why not? What’s the political motivation behind that? I wonder who it is who is the real criminal here…

For myself, and I’m sure for those other priests, I would, we would be happy to be considered criminals if only we could provide the Last Sacraments to the dying, because, you know, how could you not? Jesus Himself died for this. Ask His Mother. What does she tell you?

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Pope Francis’ ambiguity vs Isaac of Stella’s clarity

  • “The Church is incapable of forgiving any sin without Christ, and Christ is unwilling to forgive any sin without the Church. The Church cannot forgive the sin of one who has not repented, who has not been touched by Christ; Christ will not forgive the sin of one who despises the Church. What God has joined together, man must not separate. This is a great mystery, but I understand it as referring to Christ and the Church.” — Saint Isaac of Stella
  • “Because of forms of conditioning and mitigating factors, it is possible that in an objective situation of sin – which may not be subjectively culpable, or fully such – a person can be living in God’s grace, can love and can also grow in the life of grace and charity, while receiving the Church’s help to this end.(351) /// (351) In certain cases, this can include the help of the sacraments. Hence, “I want to remind priests that the confessional must not be a torture chamber, but rather an encounter with the Lord’s mercy” (Apostolic Exhortation Evangelii Gaudium [24 November 2013], 44: AAS 105 [2013], 1038). I would also point out that the Eucharist “is not a prize for the perfect, but a powerful medicine and nourishment for the weak” (ibid., 47: 1039). — Francis

Thus, what’s his name, Wilton Gregory or something, Archbishop of Washington DC, corrected Joey Biden to say that life does indeed begin at conception. However, at the same time, old Wilt will still be giving Holy Communion to Joe. It’s called the accompaniment by Pope Francis. By any other name it’s called neither recognizing anyone’s moral capacity nor the power of Jesus’ sanctifying grace, you know, from Jesus, who said, “Go, and do not sin again.”

By the way, that citation of Saint Isaac of Stella is fortuitously taken from the Novus Ordo Liturgy of the Hours for this very day. ;-)

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Day Off Road Danger

Fredo the Hurricane, Tropical Storm, Rain-Cloud weather system visited us yesterday. Escaping flooding at the rectory I chased off at 6:00 AM to go to a doctor’s appointment in Brevard. I did do up that medical appointment, and then saw a doctor of the soul, a priest, and was able to go to Confession some town away from there (which I try to do weekly, the best way to go to heaven).

  • Within minutes of leaving the rectory, zipping through the Nantahala Gorge, there were three downed trees over that river road, already cut away as people travel with chain saws for this reason on super-rainy days. I myself have cut away fully seven trees over the highway in my times in the parish here. Yesterday, one of the trees in particular looked to have been hit by a vehicle, a likely event on the blind-cliff-edge-curves at night with pouring rain.
  • Getting out on the Smoky Mountain Expressway, there were early morning accidents, but already being attended.
  • On the way back, there was a parking lot experience for many hours on Interstate 40. Old style manual shift on steep hills for hours of a traffic jam is… interesting. Dozens of emergency vehicles passed by on the breakdown down lane and using the central median. In the mayhem, a fire engine suffered a broken axel and was left behind. There were, I’m guessing, some 15 rescue rafts being hauled to whatever scene by emergency vehicles. Plenty of ambulances, State Troopers… I hate to image what happened with that…
  • Meanwhile, I passed over some mud from two side by side landslides that had crashed up to Interstate 40 but without leaving dangerous debris – for the seconds I passed by – but then a couple minutes later an emergency alert came over the phone telling people not to use the breakdown lane, as that had to be kept free for emergency vehicles, as a landslide just at that spot just then had totally compromised the highway. We had been moving along with no one in the breakdown lane at all. A highway stopping landslide had taken place, I guess, seconds after I had just passed by.
  • Not long after that – and I just missed seeing this accident by literally a second – I came upon a pickup truck crashed out right in the middle of the interstate. It had slid hard into the concrete barriers, twice, and bounced back onto the highway. Smoke coming from the windows made me think the worst as I ran to them, but the smoke was not smoke at all. It was clouds of deployed air-bag dust. I saw they were alive, though rather stunned, and then collected their front and back bumpers on the highway – as that large debris surely would have caused more accidents – throwing, then, the bumpers into the bed of their truck. Waving traffic away and asking one guy who actually slowed down to call 911, I got their truck off the highway. I told them that their engine was gushing oil and they couldn’t drive any further. One other guy stopped to help. There are good people, but so many hardly slowed down in super dangerous conditions with many people walking on the highway itself. Sad, that.
  • Finally, getting back to the last stretch going through the Nantahala Gorge again…. nope. A landslide had crashed over the highway in the Gorge. That would have happened not long after I had passed through that morning, as there was about a quarter mile of barrels and back-lit information signs and backlit arrow signs and more upright barriers barring access to the Gorge. Those take time to put up. The detour was put on the other side of the mountain chain, in the neighboring county.
  • Finally, finally, getting home… uh oh… my own street was blocked because of the rushing overflowing flood waters of the Town Branch, which is the border of the lot of the rectory. “Town Branch” would better be named “Town Torrent.” But that had receded a bit and I was able to get into the driveway, and then sit for a time with the neighborhood that had gathered on the porch of the next door neighbor’s house.

The best road I was on yesterday was the road to heaven, what with going to Confession and all. Jesus is the Way, the Only Way. And the priestly conversation after was spectacular. And “Days Off” are always an adventure.

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The crushing weight of Fatima is upon me, and I rejoice in our Lady of the Rosary

Early-mid July, 1976, at sixteen years of age, as a Cadet of Our Lady of Fatima, I made a lifelong confession of all my sins to Fr Robert Fox in a small side-sacristy of a chapel in Domus Pacis, right across from the Basilica. In receiving the absolution, I was so radiantly full of joy that I remember many people remarking about that radiance, on the street, and by my fellow cadets, and by the religious brothers chaperoning the trip. I had to ask what it was that they were saying, and one religious brother said, “You’ve obviously been to confession.” I was stunned. He nailed it. Then he told another boy, who was a bit sullen, that he had to go to confession. He nailed that too.

It was the same experience I had had at my first confession in the 1960s, wherein all the kids were pointing at me coming out of the confessional, and I was oblivious as to the reason. Bewildered, I asked a fellow young penitent what it was that they were pointing at, and I was told it was my face, radiant, and the joy, the joy.

And then it was 12 July, 1976, the cadets were chasing off to the Cova d’Iria. It was night, the vigil of the apparition of July 13, 1917. I remember walking through the tent city on the Domus Pacis side of the Basilica, in vivid detail. Soon, we were on the piazza where the Cova d’Iria was located and then the towering pillar of the Sacred Heart of Jesus (both of which have now been moved).

Father Fox manhandled some of us toward the litter being carried by some 12 men dressed in their customary ways of centuries gone by. On top of the litter was the statue of the Cova itself, Our Lady of Fatima. This was the candlelight Rosary procession with a record 2.2 million people present, all with candles, all singing and praying their hearts out. In the modern video below there are barricades and such and neat lines of people. No. Back in the day it was total mayhem, the crushing of the crowds.

I was suddenly dragged up to take the place of one of the men carrying the litter all whilst the litter kept moving. When it came time to change again they looked at my face and asked if I would like to continue carrying our Lady. “YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS PLEEEEEEEESE!!!” So, I continued carrying our Lady right to the Cova. I am all smiles until this very day. :-)

And then I wrote this post: Traditionis custodes Article one: rejecting faith so as to celebrate ourselves. Hell…

And then Aussie mum made this comment about that specific post and the heart of Our Lady of Fatima:

  • “Father, as happens quite often and whether you realise it or not, your posts bring facets of Fatima to mind – connecting with it in some way and helping to open it up – but this post, “Traditionis custodes Article one: rejecting faith so as to celebrate ourselves. Hell …”, I think, goes right to the very heart of why Our Lady came to Fatima. July 13th 1917 when Our Lady showed Hell to the children, she spoke of an attack on the Catholic faith that would be global and almost wipe it from the face of the earth when she said: “In Portugal the Dogma of the Faith will always be preserved”. The phrase “Dogma of the Faith” I supposed to be a way of summing up all the truths of our holy Catholic religion, at the centre of which is the Blessed Eucharist – the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass – “the source and summit of the Christian life (CCC1324)”. But by what action could all this be overthrown or nearly so? Then your post above in which you point out: “To equate rubrics and faith is an attack on the faith, delegitimizing all faith from time immemorial until this very day.” That sentence jumped out at me! The enormity of Traditionis custodes is paralysing, or would be if not for the comforting words of Our Lady of Fatima: “In the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph”.

With that post about Traditionis custodes in mind, lets see what 13 July 1917 is all about. This is the presentation of EWTN:


As the July date approached Lucia continued to be troubled by the words of her pastor that the devil might be behind the apparitions. Finally, she confided to Jacinta that she intended not to go. When the day finally dawned, however, her fears and anxieties disappeared, so that the noon hour found her in the Cova with Jacinta and Francisco, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful Lady.

The apparition of July 13th would prove to be in many ways the most controversial aspect of the message of Fátima, providing a secret in three parts which the children guarded zealously. The first two parts, the vision of hell and the prophecy of the future role of Russia and how to prevent it, would not be revealed until Sr. Lucia wrote them down in her third memoir, at the request of the bishop, in 1941. The third part, usually called the Third Secret, was only later communicated to the bishop, who sent it unread to Pope Pius XII.

A few moments after arriving at the Cova da Iria, near the holmoak, where a large number of people were praying the Rosary, we saw the flash of light once more, and a moment later Our Lady appeared on the holmoak.

“Lucia,” Jacinta said, “speak. Our Lady is talking to you.”

“Yes?” said Lucia. She spoke humbly, asking pardon for her doubts with every gesture, and to the Lady: “What do you want of me?”

I want you to come back here on the thirteenth of next month. Continue to say the Rosary every day in honor of Our Lady of the Rosary, to obtain the peace of the world and the end of the war, because only she can obtain it.

“Yes, yes.”

“I would like to ask who you are, and if you will do a miracle so that everyone will know for certain that you have appeared to us.”

You must come here every month, and in October I will tell you who I am and what I want. I will then perform a miracle so that all may believe.

Thus assured, Lucia began to place before the Lady the petitions for help that so many had entrusted to her. The Lady said gently that she would cure some, but others she would not cure.

“And the crippled son of Maria da Capelinha?”

No, neither of his infirmity nor of his poverty would he be cured, and he must be certain to say the Rosary with his family every day.

Another case recommended by Lucia to the Lady’s assistance was a sick woman from Atougia who asked to be taken to heaven.

Tell her not to be in a hurry. Tell her I know very well when I shall come to fetch her.

Make sacrifices for sinners, and say often, especially while making a sacrifice: O Jesus, this is for love of Thee, for the conversion of sinners, and in reparation for offences committed against the Immaculate Heart of Mary.

[First Part of the Secret – The Vision of Hell]

As Our Lady spoke these words she opened her hands once more, as had during the two previous months. The rays of light seemed to penetrate the earth, and we saw as it were a sea of fire. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now following back on every side like sparks in huge fires, without weight or equilibrium, amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. (it must have been this sight which caused me to cry out, as people say they heard me do). The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repellent likeness to frightful and unknown animals, black and transparent like burning coals. terrified and as if to plead for succor, we looked up at Our Lady, who said to us, so kindly and so sadly:

[Second Part of the Secret]

You have seen hell, where the souls of poor sinners go. It is to save them that God wants to establish in the world devotion to my Immaculate Heart. If you do what I tell you, many souls will be saved, and there will be peace.

This war will end, but if men do not refrain from offending God, another and more terrible war will begin during the pontificate of Pius XI. When you see a night that is lit by a strange and unknown light [this occurred on January 28, 1938], you will know it is the sign God gives you that He is about to punish the world with war and with hunger, and by the persecution of the Church and the Holy Father.

To prevent this, I shall come to the world to ask that Russia be consecrated to my Immaculate Heart, and I shall ask that on the First Saturday of every month Communions of reparation be made in atonement for the sins-of the world. If my wishes are fulfilled, Russia will be converted and there will be peace; if not, then Russia will spread her errors throughout the world, bringing new wars and persecution of the Church; the good will be martyred and the Holy Father will have much to suffer; certain nations will be annihilated. But in the end my Immaculate Heart will triumph. The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to me, and she will be converted, and the world will enjoy a period of peace. In Portugal the faith will always be preserved…

[Third Part of the Secret – Congregation for Doctrine of the Faith, “The Message of Fátima”]

{After the two parts which I have already explained, at the left of Our Lady and a little above, we saw an Angel with a flaming sword in his left hand; flashing, it gave out flames that looked as though they would set the world on fire; but they died out in contact with the splendor that Our Lady radiated towards him from her right hand: pointing to the earth with his right hand, the Angel cried out in a loud voice: ‘Penance, Penance, Penance!’.

And we saw in an immense light that is God: ‘something similar to how people appear in a mirror when they pass in front of it’ a Bishop dressed in white; ‘we had the impression that it was the Holy Father’. Other Bishops, Priests, men and women Religious going up a steep mountain, at the top of which there was a big Cross of rough-hewn trunks as of a cork-tree with the bark; before reaching there the Holy Father passed through a big city half in ruins and half trembling with halting step, afflicted with pain and sorrow, he prayed for the souls of the corpses he met on his way; having reached the top of the mountain, on his knees at the foot of the big Cross, he was killed by a group of soldiers who fired bullets and arrows at him, and in the same way there died one after another the other Bishops, Priests, men and women Religious, and various lay people of different ranks and positions. Beneath the two arms of the Cross there were two Angels each with a crystal aspersorium in his hand, in which they gathered up the blood of the Martyrs and with it sprinkled the souls that were making their way to God.}

Remember, you must not tell this to anyone except Francisco.

When you pray the Rosary, say after each mystery: O my Jesus, forgive us, save us from the fire of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are most in need.

“Is there anything more that you want of me?”

No, I do not want anything more of you today.

Then as before Our Lady began to ascend towards the east, until she finally disappeared in the immense darkness of the firmament.

The possession of the Secret proved to be very great trial for the three young ones. Family, neighbors, followers of the apparitions, even the clergy, tried unsuccessfully to get them to reveal it. Finally, as the day of the August apparition approached even the civil government, which was secular and virulently anti-clerical, alarmed by the numbers of people taking an interest in the Fátima events, attempted to wrest it from them and in the process expose the Church as a collaborator in a fraud.


So, let’s see: Traditionis custodes Article one: rejecting faith so as to celebrate ourselves. Hell… And then go back to Aussie mum’s words above. Yikes!

Go to Confession, regularly. I do. I am nothing. Jesus is everything.

Penance, Penance, Penance!

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For St John Vianney it’s all about Jesus: did you notice that today it’s not about Jesus?

cure dars chapel john baptist

Saint John Marie Vianney is the patron saint of priests. As far as I know – and I’ve been putting this challenge out for my entire life – he is the only priest to be canonized as a simple parish priest, not a martyr, not a founder of a religious order that he then joined, not a bishop, not a missionary, just a simple parish priest.

Being a parish priest puts one right in the middle of the ever present tiny group of entitled parishioners who are at the ready to be sycophants to insecure bishops who are looking for accolades from them. It’s the parish priest who is smacked down from both sides. And somehow that’s fitting, you know, to be like Jesus who had the crowds shrieking “Crucify Him!” and the chief priests playing their puppets. This is enough to make any faithful priest into a saint. We have Saint John Vianney as our shining star, and he’s enough for us in the General Roman Calendar, because we now have one day a year when we can humbly thank the Lord for making us His priests.

But this needs humility. The first job of a priest is get his hell out of the way of the One High Priest, Christ Jesus, King of kings, Lord of lords, Prince of the Most Profound Peace. He does this by going to Confession. Priests have been passing through my parish in these two days. I’ve taken advantage and have gone to Confession two days in a row! Father John Harden said that, all things being equal, there is an infallible increase in sanctifying grace with a well-received absolution. Thanks be to God. When a priest gets his own hell out of the way, it is the priesthood of Christ Jesus who shines through such a weak human being. Glory be to God. It is truly stunning to witness.

But I know of about no bishops, especially the bishop of Rome, for whom being a Catholic priest is to be all about Jesus. There are some, but… it’s politically incorrect, embarrassing for them to insist that Jesus is the One, the only One, you know, to quote Traditionis custodes, “l’Unico.”

Instead, it is the sacrament of Confession – for which Saint John Vianney was rightly dedicated – which is mocked by the encouragement of fake, unrepentant Confessions such as find with “accompaniment” of Amoris laetitia, by the encouragement of homosexualist impurity, the denigration of our bodies which are to instead be temples of the Holy Spirit. This means no humility, no reverence before Christ Jesus, seeing no purpose in the priesthood.

It means that it’s not about Jesus, but rather ourselves, only, as if each one is the only one, you know, to cite Traditionis custodes, “l’unico.”

This self-entitlement of so many bishops and priests is sickening. Enough is Enough, as is now being proclaimed.

Hey! I have an idea for our bishops and priests that will turn all of this around, you know, all things being equal, infallibly:

  • Go to Confession! Frequently, regularly, with honesty, with new found integrity, so humbly thankful, then, for Jesus having gotten our own hell out of the way, that His priesthood can shine through us.

Oh, and that picture up top? That’s the chapel in honor of Saint John the Baptist that Saint John Vianney constructed on the one side of his parish church. Saint John the Baptist is one of my confirmation names. Thanks for that as well, dearest Curé.

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The penance for my sacramental confession was…

“For your penance spend a few minutes before the Blessed Sacrament thinking about these things,” said my confessor.

I had accused myself of perhaps not excluding judgment of motives of those exteriorly presenting untoward speech and/or actions.

“The same tongue of judgment is the same which pronounces the Consecrations at Holy Mass,” he had said.

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Pope=Papa=Petri Apostoli Potestatem Accipiens. Seen at Faith Formation.

“The one receiving the power of the Apostle Peter.” Well, if that is the Bishop of Rome, who is the legitimate Successor of Peter, that’s true. But the “Power of Keys” – to bind and loose – say, by not absolving or instead absolving sin in the Confessional, is normally going to be delegated to bishops and then to priests, but that reception of the Power of Keys does not make bishops and priests into the Pope. But that’s not actually being said in chalk in the picture of one of our Faith Formation rooms is it? No. The Latin saying refers generally to the power of the Apostle Peter, who also has immediate and personal jurisdiction over ever place and person in the One Holy Catholic (universal) and Apostolic Church founded by Jesus on the very person of Peter. And that’s made clear through a partial explanation in Spanish. And I’m sure all this came up in the class room of the littlies of the parish. I think I have the best parish in the world.

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I got the “vaccine”: Can I be forgiven?

The so called vaccines use babies for research, development and testing. It is a mortal sin to get such “vaccines.” There are those who agree with that analysis, but only for those who first purposed the murder of babies for this end, saying that those who follow later, who benefit very directly, who receive the vaccines, are guilty of a lesser sin. But that’s like saying that a murder that was calculated for a couple of years is less of a sin than a murder calculated for fifty years. Both are gravely sinful. Both will get you into hell. Maybe one hell is deeper than another, but it is all hell. Is that where both the perps and rationalizers want to go, congratulating themselves on being ever so arrogantly clever with such sophistication in their political correctness… for all eternity?

One who chooses to benefit from such murder is also guilty. Rationalizations don’t work:

  • I had to do it to keep my job.
    • So, you want to go to hell for all eternity? Go then.
  • I had to do it to protect others, like granny.
    • If you murdered the baby in front of granny I bet she would rather die than you murder that baby and then go to hell yourself. Getting a “case” of Covid does not at all mean that death by Covid follows. Not. At. All.
  • I had to do it to protect myself.
    • You are only preparing an eternity of hell your yourself. Is it worth it?

All rationalizations are cheap cynicism, shaking one’s fist at God. That rationalization is used for all other sins, and I bet you it has been used by such people all their lives. They let their consciences be destroyed. They are entrenching for a lifetime of rationalizing. Such cynicism, rejoicing in the “power” one has to murder helpless babies, is raging hatred against God and neighbor, all while congratulating oneself as being “nice.”

It seems to me that I have seen the fire of Satan – for the briefest nanosecond – in the eyes of those who defend their decision to go ahead and get the “vaccine:” “Kill the babies! I have power!”

How to repent of getting the “vaccine”:

  • Repent of having done this, making an act of contrition, at least an imperfect act of contrition, fearing the loss of heaven and the pains of hell.
  • Make a firm purpose of amendment, so that one is promising to God not to get any such “vaccines” in future, no booster shots, no supplemental shots.
  • Go to Confession! Do your penance.
  • Rejoice that our Lord is good and kind even to such a murderous lot as ourselves, and rededicate yourself to bringing others to Jesus.

By the way, if you haven’t gotten the vaccine and are planning to get it while planning to go to Confession afterward, know that this is a presumption against the Holy Spirit who was sent amongst us for the forgiveness of sins. It is a sin to say that we can go ahead and sin expecting that God doesn’t care about sin. God knows all about such sin. So does the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God. Don’t do it.

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No vaccine passport? Church segregation. No Confession. Pregnant mom trespassed for unmasked Communion

So, with Holy Communion still on her tongue, the pastor of the Catholic parish had the police harass a pregnant mom with a one-year-old baby in her arms, threatening to handcuff her. She was trespassed for not having worn a mask. In that state it’s not against the law not to wear a mask. It’s the policy of that pastor. The police enforce the policy under trespassing laws. I’m not going to fault the police on this. The pastor chose that time. Wow.

In that video, you’ll also see how another parish is segregating parishioners according to some sort of Covid-Vaccine Passports or whatever verification of reception of a vaccine. Even with the relaxed rules of HIPAA regarding Covid-19, I’m guessing it’s a violation of HIPAA to force people to self-report their status in a public forum. Of course, the answer is that attendance at a religious event is voluntary. Good answer for HIPAA. But this should not be for the church.

There’s also demonstrably verifiable news of a pastor of a parish forbidding anyone to approach the Sacrament of Confession if they have not submitted to the Covid-Vaccine.

This is not right on a number of levels, first of all because getting a vaccine whose development and/or testing has depended on the murder of children is not to be a gateway for someone to be forgiven of sin. A sin used as a gateway to be forgiven of sin? Forbidding Confession can have eternal ramifications for either going to heaven or hell. What’s this priest doing with this bullying?

All of this happened in just the last few days. Guaranteed there will be much more of this and in a church near you.

And then it will come about that any priest not presenting such anti-Christ activities will be removed from the priesthood. Guaranteed.

“If they do this when the wood is green, what will they do when it is dry?”

UPDATE: the priest got vaccinated and so he’s offering face to face in the sanctuary for non-vaxers while vaxers can go privately. Which still makes no sense. There’s a shaming aspect to this. At any rate, I can’t see how it is that he’s not suspended for having forbade Confession for non-vaxers.

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Day Off: Confession. Way too much fun.

In these days of idiot political lockdowns trying to scare good Americans it’s important to get out in nature, do up some wholesome recreation, see friends, go to Confession. Find a way to do these things if you can. Make a concerted effort. Get friends to help you if need be. Friends are always good to be friends with. :-)

The other day brought yours truly all over North Carolina, with a very late start to the day because of black ice in this furthest-west mountainous part of the state. There were four stops to be made. The first was logistic, the second provided a “flower for the Immaculate Conception” (more on that later), the third was for Confession (thank you, Jesus!), the fourth was… (more on that below).

Meanwhile, outside of the “four lane” as the locals call the interstate system, Sassy the Subaru bounced the curves of over 100 miles of extreme mountain roads. The steering wheel often went fully 90゚or 180゚and more in one direction and instantly in the other, back and forth, making the car actually bounce the suspension. Waaay tooo much fun for this priest. Thank you, Jesus!

Back to the fourth stop. I had been invited to use a private range during the last moments of daylight. I was hoping I would be able to do that as I had a new magazine of a type never used in my Glock previously. I really had to put out some rounds out in order to trust its mechanics and to see what would happen to any would-be flip. Because there is no ammo to be had which isn’t four weeks out and four times the price, target practice is pretty much otherwise out of the question. But this was necessary.

Result: I totally couldn’t believe it. I’ve been beating myself up in this time of Wuhan idiocy, thinking that surely I’m not a natural at gunslingery and therefore the fundamentals and the accuracy and speed would have degraded somewhat with little to no practice. But his wasn’t the case at all. Not. At. All.

Single shots from a locked holster 25 feet out were under time and dead-on for the pre-2001 Federal Air Marshal course (and using a much smaller target). I only did a few of these as there was obviously no need to do more. Great! Best I’ve ever shot, especially cold barrel. Single shots and double taps with the new and weird magazine were also dead on. I emptied that magazine as I had to see if the spring would work the whole way though. All good. That put a smile on my face. That kind of experience to be had a myriad wholesome ways is important. Think of some and do them up in what ways you can.

There was no time for pictures. Just time for the Angelus, and then racing the roads. So, the top pic is from years ago, two overlapping Folgers Breakfast Blend plastic tops (depicting a hostage situation). The idea back in the day was to spin around 30 feet out and instantly take the shot, only hitting – ever – the plastic cover in the back representing the head of the perp (to the left in the pic), entirely avoiding the overlapping cover representing the head of the hostage (to the right in the pic). I must have gotten some muscle memory that day. I remember it well, in detail. Something like 450 rounds without missing even once.

The few rounds I put out on the Day Off the other day were a great recreation, getting me out in nature, and the speed and accuracy gave me some confidence. Over confidence would be bad, and there were two traffic events yesterday, right at the start and right at the end, which had me develop some situational awareness, a hoot altogether. I had to laugh out loud at both. More on that… later.

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Sacramental Confession: Covid contact tracing and the Seal of Confession

  • Battleax at door of the church: “What the hell do you want?”
  • Wanting to be anonymous penitent: “Look, I just want to go to Confession.”
  • Battleax at the door of the church: “We will have to take your temperature, and you’ll have to fill out all the paperwork, name, address, phone number, and a detailed listing of all those you have come into contact with especially on an intimate basis.”
  • Wanting to be anonymous penitent: “But that violates my right to privacy.”
  • Battleax at the door of the church: “I see, you’re probably wanting to confess adultery and you don’t want to give up the names of your partner or partners, is that it, you scum of the earth? I’m going to tell your wife. Names! Give me names!”
  • Wanting to be anonymous penitent: [breaking down, crying…] “But I’m sorry. I want Jesus to forgive me. Please.”
  • Battleax at the door of the church: “You’re trespassed from this property. Go to hell.” … “NEXT!”

Yep. Pretty much just that in some places. But not here in Holy Redeemer truly Catholic parish of Andrews, NC. We have a totally appropriate confessional, using a veiled and screened window between two small rooms with a wall between them, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, never the twain shall meet. Totally anonymous. We don’t want names, don’t do contact tracing, no sign-up-lists for coming to church, ever. We don’t spend ten minutes calling out for names and places of visitors to welcome them to the church. No.

You’re always free to come to Confession, to come to Mass, all anonymously. That’s great. We believe that it is Jesus who is the One, the only one. You are members of His little flock, as are we. We’re just happy to have you with us. We’re not going to put you on the spot.

Sunday schedule:

  • 6:00-7:00 AM Adoration and Confessions Holy Redeemer, Andrews.
  • 8:00-8:30 AM Adoration and Confessions Prince of Peace, Robbinsville.
  • 8:30 AM Holy Mass Prince of Peace, Robbinsville.
  • 10:30 AM Confessions Holy Redeemer, Andrews
  • 11:00 AM Holy Mass Holy Redeemer, Andrews.

Blessings upon you all. Be safe.

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