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Summorum Pontificum Marxist false flags and Pachamama-esque requirements?

After Pope Francis condemned any condemnation of paganism on Pentecost 2021, you know, because we live in the time of the “Spirit”, something which actually backs up his promotion of the demonic Pachamama on the Papal Altar of Saint Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City, it just seems to me that the direction in which Pope Francis thinks he’s going to lead the Church is such that not only will the Traditional Mass be smacked down at least in some way, but even any Monsignor-Richard-J-Schuler-esque type of Novus Ordo which does not enthrone Pachamama or which does not enthrone that which is Pachamama-esque on the Altar – or as a replacement of the Tabernacle. There has been lots of talk to enculturate the worst of the fallen world into the Mass.

It’s like the Pope is throwing a tantrum and saying: “We’re not here to execute you. This is a cultural revolution, making a mess.”

Oh, but let’s not forget the people who have already literally been sacrificed to Pachamama, buried alive, you know, in the life-creating-mother-earth-who-sometimes-is-angry-enough-with-us-to-kill-us-all. Making the world hate priests on such a grand scale just because they love Jesus, and holding them up as enemies of culture, enemies of all, is a precursor to that which obscenely dark, demonic, violent.

And voicing all that is what people warn against doing: “Don’t overreact!” they say. “That’s what they want,” they say. “Then they mock you and say, ‘Look at how crazy you are’,” they say.

Yeah, well, what I say is this: To hell with Pachamama. I’m not going to hell with Pachamama.

What I am going to do is to offer the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, Christ Jesus, at the Last Supper united with Calvary. No dialogue. No conversation. No being “men of consensus.” No compromise. No undefined “spirit” of Vat II. Instead, it’s God or nothing. And it’s going to be God, come high water or any hell anyone wishes to bring upon Jesus’ Little Flock.

And no, Pope Francis, this isn’t “ideology”. God has granted this wretched sinner the grace to love Him. This is about God who is Love. This is about God who is Truth. This is about His love and His truth which is stronger than any political correctness you would scare people into. God’s love and God’s truth is stronger than fear, casting out all fear. Perfect love is not consonant with perfect fear. Fear is a tool of Marxism. God is love. God is not an ideology. Wow. There. I said it. The most dangerous words in the Church today. I’ve declared myself: I’m a believer! Yay!

I’m sick of the lies that are rewarded throughout the Church. I’m sick of the homosexualism that destroys the image of God (male+female+family) but is rewarded throughout the Church.

But I’ll tell you this: I’m not crunched down in on myself, all bitter and hateful. No. It is the love of God and Jesus’ Little Flock which compels me to be crucified to myself so as to carry about the death of Jesus, that glorious death manifesting the glory of God’s love for us, so that others may see that Jesus is risen, alive, and wants us in heaven, He who – consonant with all this – will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.

I’m offering Holy Mass exclusively ad orientem (as presumed in the Novus Ordo rubrics). I’ve started to regularly offer the Traditional Latin Mass, also, of course, ad orientem. There is a thirst for JESUS in Jesus’ Little Flock. Murderous demonic idol Pachamama is not what Jesus’ Little Flock wants. Instead, it is Jesus to whom Jesus’ Little Flock go, and then go with Jesus to heaven. For myself, I don’t want to go to hell. I want to go to heaven.

I hope to see you there as well, Pope Francis. But really, stop attacking believers. Stop attacking Holy Mass. Stop promoting Pachamama Marxist ideology. Stop it with the fear and self-absorption of Promethean Neo-Pelagianism. Go right beyond what you call the darkest of existential peripheries, right into the hell broken out on Calvary, and witness all of hell ripping Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, to shreds. See Jesus’ Love. See Jesus’ Truth. Serve Jesus.

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7 7 7 – Summorum Pontificum: the 10th anniversary in Lourdes. “Just wear dental guards, Father George!”

LOURDES-GROTTO

Things are never as they seem. After Pope Benedict XVI came out with Summorum Pontificum on 7 July 2007, the permanent chaplains in Lourdes, including myself, were called to a special meeting announced by the rector of the time on behalf of the bishop of the time. We were going to be the very first to implement S.P. even before the start date.

The rector asked: “Who knows how to offer Mass in Latin? The bishop wants to know because of the Pope’s letter.” Three of us raised our hands, one who may have known it but didn’t want to offer it but was willing to fake it by saying the Novus Ordo in Latin (he didn’t last long), one who didn’t care one way or the other (and would soon regret raising his hand and quit), and myself. I was put in charge of bringing Summorum Pontificum to fruition, being naive enough to think for a little while that all this was actually sincere. It wasn’t. This was all a way to look cooperative with the Holy See but it was instead a way to control and smack down anything to do with Summorum Pontificum.

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Generally speaking, only chaplains were allowed to offer this Mass (there were a few exceptions such as when the SSPX would come with all four bishops, etc.) which meant that many other priest-pilgrims were regularly denied or given the run around, creating chaos, frustration and bad feelings on the part of the pilgrims. Priests and even bishops were simply treated like trash. Tempers flared. It was all so very unnecessary. So sad.

Places allowed for this Mass were thrown around all over the sanctuaries so that no schedule at a set place could be established for a long time, which also meant that I had to prepare rolling suitcases filled with the necessary items to drag all over the sanctuaries, up and down staircases, in the rain (sometimes all the way to the front gate at Saint Joseph’s), etc. No advertisements were allowed for this Mass either on the internet or at the info office, though finally, sometimes, it would be put on the roster, though often with the wrong time and place. I would put up notices on doors around the sanctuaries to announce the inevitable change of time and venue, only to find the notices immediately ripped down, etc. Mockery for saying this Mass coming from other chaplains was extremely intense. The last thing they wanted was to actually permit this Mass to be offered. One of the worst ones to mock was the priest who had almost single-handedly throughout the last decades reduced the “Youth Mass” to a McDonald’s picnic and irrelevant theater and total screaming from one end to the other throughout “Mass.” Yep. I say “Mass” in quotes because they did do the consecration, I guess, but everything else was ip for grabs, including whether laity could participate in the consecrations.

LOURDES-MICHAEL

Finally, with clever chess moves, Masses were allowed in a half dozen chapels for pilgrimages of up to dozens of people (offered by myself, rarely by another priest) and finally were allowed in the hidden side chapels in the crypt of the upper Basilica of the Immaculate Conception for priests coming with one or two others. Never in the grotto. A Sunday Mass was allowed, usually in the smallish Immaculate Conception upper Basilica, but, of course, the Mass times were changed wildly and sometimes scheduled at the same time and place as other Masses, or so closely back to back that chaos ensued. Unending, unending, unending.

The mockery coming from the other chaplains (and some others) was vicious, loud, public, and, truly unending. It’s hard to imagine more hateful attitudes, because, after that, people go into uncaring, zero conscience mode, which I suppose is the ultimate hate. I guess our Lord wanted to introduce me to just how bad it can get, and how bad it was throughout Europe as it all was concentrated and put into a package for me at Lourdes. A special gift, really.

But in the midst of all this, the Lord was doing what He wanted, and so there were simply some of the most beautiful moments that Lourdes had seen in dozens of years. One I remember had to do with me taking the oaths of new European Boy Scouts down in front of the Rosary Basilica after a Traditional Mass in the Immaculate Conception Basilica. Another was the pilgrimage of soon to be Cardinal Burke:

cardinal burke lourdes

Another was just over a year later on the National Feast Day of France, August 15, 2008, during the National Pilgrimage, when I was able to arrange for and offer the Mass in the underground Basilica of Saint Pius X. A solemn high Mass with a good 7000 people assisting:

Mass Lourdes Pius X Basilica

That Mass was a nuclear explosion and caused no end of troubles for me, with accusations being made against me from near and far, with letters of complaint being sent near and far. What a nightmare. “You told people that the new Mass is invalid and they are obliged to go to the traditional Mass!” It never happened. But the same higher-ups insisted that this was the case until I finally departed for the USA (at a time foreseen before I went to Lourdes in the first place). What to do with such slander? I’m only telling you just a fraction of what went on.

I once said that I don’t know any priest who has suffered more for the re-establishment of the Traditional Mass in living memory – and I know a lot of priests who have suffered for this – and I still think that that is true. I include bishops in that assessment. I don’t say that to toot my own horn, but rather to give encouragement to those who suffer. And yet, so many among the traditional-ism-ists on the far end of the spectrum are so bitter and angry with me, I suppose because I am not bitter like them. Why be bitter? That gets no one anywhere. It only hurts oneself. We can be faithful sons of the Church and not be bitter. In fact, we can be joyful.

Anyway, I was being so smashed down that I was grinding my teeth at night so that dentists noticed that my teeth were being worn down and cracked. One recommended dental guards at night such as one might wear for American football. I didn’t, but I have to say that this was at the same time the worst time in my entire life and also the most glorious. I wouldn’t change any of it. And there was joy in the midst of this.

Through it all I got to know Jesus and Mary so very much better. I was told by many priests I talked to at the time – friends on pilgrimage – that surely this time in Lourdes was providential for me, to bring me closer to Jesus and Mary.

And I was happy to do what I could to be a good son of the Church in the best way I knew how, trying to fulfill the wishes of Pope Benedict and, indeed, the Holy See of the time. I was doing my best to make friends with the pilgrimage groups that came, with the priests, with the FSSP, with the SSPX who have a house up the hill across the river. I regret nothing. I would do it all over again. After my requested two year sojourn in Lourdes was completed, I was felicitously replaced by a great young priest of the FSSP. Here’s a changing of the guard picture in the sacristy:

lourdes traditional mass chaplains

I was saying that I was willing to do it all over again. In fact, I did do it all over again in re-establishing the traditional Mass in the Pontifical seminary in Columbus, Ohio, the Josephinum. There were some bishops saying that they would pull out their seminarians unless classes were taught for this. I, of course, volunteered, but it was the same permit so as to control and smash down effort by the powers that be, much of that not seen by the seminarians. I taught the Mass and all the sacraments and even exorcism and blessings in the old ritual, and also liturgical Latin. It was a strictly optional course but, whatever. The traditional Mass was back and it all took on a life of its own. Great! Novus Ordo Latin Mass also became very frequent after this. ;-)

When you really want something you have to be willing to suffer for it, and not be bitter about it, because it’s a matter of love. And I love being a priest. Didn’t Jesus encounter difficulties? Unimaginably worse, and so many priests have actually suffered right around the world right through the centuries, making my ruminations almost seem blasphemous. But, when you’re going through something, it can be kinda rough. We’re all pretty weak, whatever protestations we might otherwise make about ourselves. But we learn. As the Master, so the mere disciple. We learn that it’s all about Jesus’ love and Jesus’ truth and Jesus’ goodness and kindness and all the rest doesn’t matter, as it won’t matter in heaven, and, so as to praise Jesus, that’s where we want to go, where we must go. No bitterness. Just wear a dental guard. Save your teeth for a good smile. I love being a priest!

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