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“Where have all the prophets gone?” Stunningly wrong question.

saint peter basilica

“We have in our day no prince, prophet, or leader” (Daniel 3:38).

We should understand that the reason is this:

“You kill the prophets and stone those sent to you” (Luke 13:34).

We do it all the time. In fact, we kill Jesus:

“I shall send my beloved son; maybe they will respect him” (Luke 20:13).

Look: the very streets are flowing with blood. They have been for thousands of years. And we ask, “Where have all the prophets gone?”

We congratulate ourselves as “men of consensus” in ganging up against those who speak prophetically and incisively with truth and charity, who are, therefore, “boring,” and safe to attack in conformity with the lowest common denominator of middle of the high road of moral superiority of ever so subtle and therefore cute and to be congratulated cynicism, praising those in a round-about-way who murder the prophets because, actually, we’re afraid that we’re otherwise to be the next to be attacked.

And then, when nobody’s looking whom we are afraid of, we praise the prophets of the past but never of the present, and build their tombs and say that they were really nice guys, you know, so as to get the praise of the other audience before us at the moment.

“You build the tombs of the prophets and adorn the memorials of the righteous, and you say, ‘If we had lived in the days of our ancestors, we would not have joined them in shedding the prophets’ blood.’ Thus you bear witness against yourselves that you are the children of those who murdered the prophets” (Matthew 23:29-31).

If we want prophets, let’s first of all tell the truth to ourselves about ourselves and then tell that to God. Let’s admit that we ourselves are the most damned of sinners, we ourselves having crucified the good and kind divine Son of the Immaculate Conception with our own sins, and so begging our Lord for forgiveness before we ourselves go straight to hell, meanwhile praying for all, yes, including the Holy Father, the Cardinals, the Bishops and Priests. Our war is not against flesh and blood, but against the fallen angels, and we do not battle them directly, but call on the name of the Lord Jesus, who Himself faced all of hell broken out on Calvary, that is, in every Sacrifice of the Mass to which ourselves go. By the way, pray for exorcists. Hail Mary…



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Exorcising infused intelligence with the frustration of suppressed wisdom. Torture and interrogation revisited.


This painting of Saint Michael stomping on Satan hangs in a rather elegant interrogation room in (let’s call it) the security building of Vatican City State. On the one hand, this room is rather unlike those found with ISIS. On the other hand, perhaps the painting is a warning about what is in store for those who do not cooperate. Hey! I’ll cooperate! Really!

The irony is excruciating: extreme intelligence, infused, angelic, coupled with an utter lack of wisdom. This is Satan’s punishment forever.

In an exorcism, the idea is to make Satan admit his utter lack of wisdom in front of the exorcist, who is incomparably Satan’s intellectual inferior. Such an admission is all too much for Satan, at which point he simply leaves, which, of course, is the admission!

It’s rather simple how this works. Satan stomps on someone loved by God not because Satan cares about bothering us, but because Satan hates God; this is Satan’s way to demonstrate his hatred of God to God. Then, hopefully, the person ends up turning to God all the more, which is rather frustrating to Satan: such a person became closer to God because of the occasion provided for this by Satan.

Satan sees this countless times, but continues to do his work of hatred all the same even though the torment of the frustration increases all the more. This is a hatred and darkness we had better not be with for all eternity. Much better to go to heaven. There is no middle way. No compromise. In the end, there is only heaven or hell. Choose life!

By the way, the artwork above is a bit modern, a bit non-scriptural. The flaming fiery sword is held by the cherubim at the end of the Garden of Eden account, not by any archangel like Michael, though, of course, all those who are with God wield this sword. The sword is meant for Adam and the children of Adam, to turn their arrogant grasping for the fruit of the Tree of the Living Ones unto a humble reception of the fruit of the Tree of the Living Ones. To use this “turn-whatever-comes-at-it-into-its-contrary-sword” on Satan is terribly sarcastic, as Satan can only become more frustrated. That, mind you, is good art. The fiery bit is God’s love, and that love is provided to Satan, but it is precisely this love which makes him suffer, as he rejects such love. His frustration is ineffable. Such a sword of ardent love, of truth, cannot be put in any sheath, but is always drawn, always at work with good effect in those who accept it’s purging effects in all humility.

Why bother putting this up? Because today it seems that we think that God won’t do whatever it takes to get us into His love, which includes providing us with His love, which brings with it the purging effects of its ardent flame, which brings with it a torture as intense as being crucified to this world so as to live for Jesus, so that we might carry about His death within us that His resurrection might be manifested. Some think that this is mean and cruel. But it is not. This torture, if you will, does bring with it an interrogation more ferocious than anything ever provided by the ISIS crowd, as ferocious as Jesus asking: “Do you love me, Peter, more than these?”

Yes, Jesus does interrogate, and it seems like the very fires of hell are cast at us inasmuch as we resist such fiery love. Peter was grieved to death, death of himself so as to live for Jesus. Is that not, then, love which is provided by Jesus to Peter? Yes. It is. With all that torture, with all that interrogation, with all that… that… that… fiery love! Not so bad after all! Unlike with Satan, we can receive the fiery love of God with all its truth within us.


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Flores for the Immaculate Conception (demonic paraphernalia pyromania ed.)

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Saururus cernuus, lizard’s tail, water dragon… Not out of its habitat on this steep path up the mountain near the hermitage, as this portion of North Carolina is officially listed as a world-class rain forest with, in fact, twice as much rain fall as the average rain forest. The forest floor is always soaking wet. I guess it’s the configuration of the mountains catching all the rain coming up from Gorges National Park, which acts as a kind of funnel.

This rather demonically named flower might seem an odd choice to give to the Immaculate Conception. But think of it this way: the flowers are mocking the fall of Satan, who fell from the heavens like lightning, which is enough to make her smile. :-)

Coming across this fine specimen while hiking up the mountain was rather good timing, as I was on a mission. On my long trip yesterday (today, really: got back about 1:00 AM, and “long” meaning just a few feet short of 500 miles), I hiked back a package of demonic paraphernalia that I had been requested to burn.

goblins 1Unlike my invitation concerning tattered old Mass vestments which I’ll happily burn for anyone, do not send me anything related to the demonic in the mail for me to burn. Just, no. Get an exorcist from your own diocese to do the necessary for you. Again, with just one match to a little section of a waxed vegetable box, and while praying to Saint Michael the Archangel and, of course, to the Immaculate Conception, who crushes the head of Satan with her humility, the flame begins to do its work:

And then the conflagration:

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On the trip, I also took the opportunity to make a general confession to another Missionary of Mercy, who was in the area where I was visiting. We plotted some things for the remainder of this year of mercy and solved, of course, most every problem in the Church and the world. Very refreshing, leaving me with a great deal of joy before the Lord.

And yes, I had a chance to catch up with the neighbors and, yes, Laudie-dog took a nap in the hermitage lazily keeping a half-open eye on the flames in the wood stove. And all is well at the Shire. But, I know, the Shire is not everywhere. There is Mordor. So, back into the fray…


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Leo rugiens… cui resistite fortes in fide


Jesus of the scars, the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, the only one left standing after Satan, the pretend lion, is smacked down.

“Your adversary, the devil, is prowling about like a roaring lion searching for someone to devour: resist him, strong in the faith” (1 Peter 5:8-9).

The other night I had a visit from one of Satan’s minions. I woke with a start instantly to recognize the most evil presence truly like a lion, not visible, though I didn’t even look in that direction, though having my eyes wide open. I quietly said my prayers with trembling voice:

  • Jesus! Help me!
  • Mary! Help me!
  • Guardian Angel! Help me!

That’s all it took for such a minion to be thoroughly disgusted with me and leave forthwith. Just like that. Just that quick. I went right back to sleep.

I can describe the disgust… It’s like he was certain that it would be a matter of course to come into this little rectory, and, just like he did with Judas, take possession of me as he might do to anyone else in this world. My little prayers, I must say, were said with the most eager childlike trust I could muster in my trepidation. That’s what disgusted him. And the disgust increased with every invocation until fear forced him away. Asking one’s guardian angel to smack down one of Satan’s minions is like asking an invincible warrior to go into battle. They need only make a move and the enemy runs away.

But note that I didn’t even have to use an exorcism, not imprecatory, not deprecatory. I just asked Jesus, Mary and my Guardian Angel for help. That’s something all of us can do at any time, anywhere. You don’t have to be an exorcist to ask for help. Remember that even when an Exorcist takes up an exorcism in an imprecatory or deprecatory manner, he is nevertheless throughout this exercise calling on Jesus and Mary and hopefully also his guardian angel.

And this is what it means to be fortes in fide, strong in faith: a childlike trust in Jesus, in His Immaculate Mother, in our guardian angels, not trusting in ourselves, but in them. Simplicity. Not being in control, but looking for security to the Holy Family. That doesn’t mean that I am not otherwise a knucklehead! All praise to the Lord.

I could tell many stories like this, one more frightening than the other, going way back to when I was just a few years old. At that time my brother and myself had common experiences, that is, both in frequency and together, verifying that I wasn’t just making it all up about Satan’s machinations.

Satan hates us because he hates Jesus. Jesus loves us. Satan attacks us to offend Jesus. Otherwise, Satan couldn’t care less about us. Imagine hell: Satan beating on us continuously in order to manifest his hatred of God. Don’t be afraid of Satan. Just turn to Jesus and Mary and your guardian angel.


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Trip: Exorcism of a house (road danger)

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Holding my phone camera to the passenger side window of Betsy the Nissan pickup. See the side view mirror. That’s straight down about 500 feet. You have to know that the trees here are abnormally tall, often 75-100 feet, with White Pines easily growing to 130 feet. The purple stole you see in the reflection of the window is extra long, which I had made specifically for exorcisms. It has the JPII Cross and M. Here’s the same place looking ahead:

road danger 3

And here’s a close up of where not to put your tire: just air for 500 feet.

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A car passed at this curve and I overheard, “Don’t be scared!” I love it.

Before this point, there’s this, most of the way down, but still two miles so steep there’s a mandatory truck info pull off at the top and a number of emergency truck ramps on the way down.

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Meanwhile, Betsy the Nissan Pickup was overheating repeatedly. That was fixed by my neighbor when I met him in town. Thanks!

road danger 1On the way back, there was this, worse than ever. You know it has to just collapse and avalanche down hundreds of feet into a reservoir sooner than later. It seems to have a foundation of sand over slippery bed rock.

Oh, and the exorcism? That went very smoothly, thanks be to God and Saint Michael the Archangel. I still have to resurrect the series of on exorcism, 40 some articles as I recall.

Sometimes my outings bring me to places where I wish I had a dog for protection, like if I break down (that happens quite a bit). Some of the places are really remote.  The rescued puppy might not cut it in some of the more difficult situations that I had to hesitate to go into but did. We had some small dogs, and some bigger ones when I was a kid. I know, I know, I should just trust, right?

Anyway, what if I did have a German Shepherd that rode along on these trips, and stayed in the bed of the truck chained from a shoulder harness to the center of the back of the cab with enough leeway to put their nose to the wind, I wonder if that would work, like at a supermarket. Someone said that people steal dogs around these parts for illegal dog fight gambling. And there is, in fact, a lot of that. I wonder if there are lockable leashes for just such a scenario. The orange dog is going to be shipped up to Connecticut for… um…




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Renewed Interest: Open letter to Pope Francis: foot-washing, exorcism and being surprised by the Holy Spirit

Update: There’s pretty heavy traffic from the high places zeroing in the more controversial posts I’ve put up about Pope Francis. Here’s one of special interest:

Holy Spirit Saint Peter Window

VINDICATED: See great comments and links…

Most Holy Father, Vicar of Being-Surprised-by-the-Holy-Spirit,

Thank you for teaching us how to be surprised by the Holy Spirit. I speak about your homily on this subject at length: Brilliant spiritual direction of Pope Francis.

The foot washing bears an example par excellence of the Church as a field-hospital. Holy Father, I was surprised, and rejoiced. The conclusion of my surprise is that the event of the foot washing is about the need for Continue reading


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Exorcism Series – Padre Candido of the Immaculate CP (Eraldo Ulisse Amantini)

candido amantini-

Father Candido’s cause is now in its first stages with assistant postulators now being delegated. While I have received no miracle attributable to him, nor can I recall details of any conversation with precision, I think my comments here are, nevertheless, of some importance regarding his heroic virtue. For the sake of completeness, I think I must mention that I was involved with the exorcism ministry off and on in one way or another through the decades in half a dozen countries around the world since the time I met up with Father Candido. I relate what I remember in the context in which I came to know him.

When I was but a young seminarian in Rome (early 1980s), my spiritual director, a Texan and co-sufferer of a certain situation, an unstoppable force of electric energy and ironic humor totally dedicated to Jesus, pretended to be so flummoxed after about a year and a half after coming to know more accurately my being a “mystery wrapped in an enigma”, that he made a show of deciding that he had better send me to a friend of his, another spiritual director, one who could take care of the more – How to say it? – difficult cases. As it turns out, he was merely leaving Rome, returning to glorious Texas.

“Do you know of Father Candido?” he asked, almost as if accusing me and ready for any response. “No,” I answered in such a way that was equally a challenge, implying: “This had better be good.” Immediately and against all rules of decorum, he stood on his head and explained that if I did this, with blood rushing to my brain, I might be able to think for once in my life. He then popped back on his feet and, after going into a humorous round of how terribly ignorant I was with my not knowing that I lived very near Father Candido’s home at the Scala Santa, he convinced me that I needed to be dragged along to Jesus by this extraordinary exorcist. It did not escape me that he was sending me to an exorcist. We said our goodbyes and he went off to the airport.

scala santaThe Holy Stairs were already familiar to my knees, and when arriving to the upper floor, I would sometimes notice a commotion, thinking this to be annoying, but I ignored this in favor of getting back to my studies. But now I was on a mission to follow that tumult so as to meet up with the peaceful priest inside the maelstrom. Being peaceful includes, of course, that same exuberance of ironic humor totally dedicated to Jesus which I had met with my previous spiritual director. I could clearly see this with his witty responses, sometimes dead serious, full of compassion, sometimes funny, sometimes said with a humor so very dry that it would further desiccate the driest British humor, throwing some of his more inappropriate interlocutors into stammering and then silence. His blessings, his granting of appointments on the fly, the occasional immediate “special blessing”, perhaps for an ongoing case, all while on his way to do a more extended exorcism, provided with me a snapshot of sacerdotal availability to sheep who otherwise seemed to be without a shepherd. It was in the midst of just such chaos that he acceded to my request for an appointment. After having a long chat with me in the parlor of the Passionist residence to the left of the Scala Santa, he agreed to be my spiritual director. We had some sessions together for about half a year, and I felt terribly guilty in stealing time he didn’t have in the first place. He was so over-extended. The only description I am able to apply to this and all that I saw with his flock is: “heroic availability for Jesus.”

Meanwhile, my seminary was insisting on an even more rigorous schedule for spiritual direction, something difficult to realize in the real world with real people. I was grilled on this point many times by the Rector, who didn’t like outsourcing spiritual direction, though he allowed it. I think that in my case the Rector simply didn’t like it being said that one of his seminarians was seeing an exorcist. Politics being what they are in seminaries, I said my thanks to Father Candido and eventually found another spiritual director, still out-of-house, but a great priest in every way who could see me more frequently.

candido amantini

While all this was going on, I was brought to see what Father Candido’s old student was up to in a church near the Scala Santa, Father Gabriele Amorth. How that developed over the years brings many stories in its wake, but there is one thing Father Amorth recounted to me about Father Candido that I would like to bring to the fore. He’s written of this incident with Father Candido in less detail elsewhere  (see the pertinent section below the page break), but I would like to add an observation to what he said.

In brief: in the early years of his ministry, Father Candido and his fellow exorcist dug up a cursed object the whereabouts of which they had learned during an exorcism. When they found it they didn’t bless the thing nor did they pray at all. They destroyed it. But the moment Father Candido touched the thing his stomach became terribly afflicted, so that he was bedridden for months with incapacitating pain which continued to disrupt his ministry severely for some ten years (and, if I remember correctly, never quite left him). Father Candido had admitted his lack of prayer as an error on his part for the sake of his student. I find that humility to be inspiring. But even more, and this is what I wanted to say: Father Candido did not give up on this ministry; he did not abandon the souls put into his care; he carried on in the very best way he could for sake of the establishment of the Kingdom of God among us. I have met by now I think well over a hundred exorcists. Of all of them, I would call Father Candido’s perseverance heroic virtue.

Here’s the story in Italian, recounted by Father Amorth: Continue reading


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