Sedevacantists have used this text to argue that the See of Peter has been vacant since the death of Pius XII in ARSH 1958. Read it again below, and tell me that an interference in the Papacy by “the great powers”, predicated upon threats of apostasy, assassination or imprisonment, which seeks to ratify and normalize the seven capital sins (they are pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth), by parleying and joining with “the principal institutions in the world inimical to the kingdom of Christ, namely Judaism, Paganism, Heresy, Schism, Mohammedanism, Atheism, Rationalism, Agnosticism, Indifferentism and Com­munism” doesn’t match to a tee what we are living through right now.

Ettore Gotti Tedeschi, the man who was charged with investigating the Vatican Bank has recently said that the stunning levels of corruption and evil by the diabolical human filth infecting and running the institutional Vatican nearly caused him to apostatize, and that he feared for his life.

You don’t say.

Remember, NO ONE could have foreseen the events of the past six years, namely the failed partial abdication of Pope Benedict XVI, and the subsequent faux conclave of March ARSH 2013 and ascendancy of Antipope Bergoglio and his coven. “Stranger than fiction” applies here in spades.

Here is the entire book.

Here are screenshots of the key passage.

He mistakenly backed an Antipope for a time, until he was corrected, thanks largely to the efforts of St. Catherine of Siena, an unlettered laywoman.

Happy 600th Birthday into Beatitude, St. Vincent. Pray for us!

Many of you might remember the prayer call going out a few weeks ago for a Mr. Bob Quarteroni of Pennsylvania, a cradle Catholic who was scandalized out of the Novus Ordo Church and into apostasy and atheism, and after being diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s (ALS) had resolved to murder himself, with the help of his “girlfriend”.

Mr. Quarteroni had procured a slot in an auto-abattoir in Switzerland for mid-April.

But a wonderful miracle has happened.  Mr. Quarteroni’s condition has deteriorated so quickly that he is now in hospice in Pennsylvania, UNABLE TO TRAVEL, and thus unable to murder himself. It seems a natural death is quickly approaching.

PRAISE GOD that Mr. Quarteroni’s plans of suicide have been thwarted!!

If there are any priests in the Kingston-Wilkes Barre-Swoyersville area, who are willing to try to get to this man and offer him reconciliation with Our Lord through His Holy Church, email me. Also, Mr. Quarteroni’s Facebook is linked in the link above.

Keep praying, folks!!!

Q:  Ann, how can you go to a Mass in which a man you are beyond morally certain is an Antipope is commemorated at the Te Igitur?

A:  Great question (all of you!)  My answer is, “Easily.”  As in, “daily” easily.

First and foremost, because the Mass is VALID (which it is – don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise), and Our Lord comes down on the altar and the Eucharist is validly confected – ’nuff said: I’m there.  Jesus is there?  Roger.  Give me vectors. I’m on approach.

I have what many moderns, and especially the anti-convert Trad, Inc. contingent disdain as a “Protestant convert thing”, that is, “A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH JESUS CHRIST”.  This does NOT make a “me ‘n’ Jesus to-the-exclusion-of-everyone-else” relationship – quite the opposite.  Just as when friends (or couples courting) meet and each is very desirous of meeting the other’s friends, such is the case with Our Lord.  But at the peak and center of this dynamic is OUR LORD, NOT THE CLIQUE.  For now, I have a wonderful Tridentine Mass available to me daily, and as a backup, I have a Sunday Divine Liturgy at a Ukie Catholic parish also within easy walking distance.  The only problem is the commemoration of the Antipope – but, let me explain my position on that.

I do not hate or think evil the priests who commemorate Antipope Bergoglio, nor the faithful who assist at those Masses.  I do not think that they are heretics or schismatics or “crazy”.  I think that they are mistaken, and ignorant of the facts in evidence, and IF they are aware of my writings and video on the subject (which I don’t know – I do not discuss these things with them – I talk to my parish priests but rarely, mostly to protect them, and I go to confession elsewhere), then I assume, in charity, that they are scared shitless, and also observing any obedience that they are under.  

I used to be a commodity broker, but I think that now looking back, it is clear that my true vocation is that of a teacher.  But the role of a teacher can manifest in many ways and formats.  One of the things that makes a person a truly good and effective teacher is EMPATHY (fruit of the Second Joyful Mystery, The Visitation, FRATERNAL Charity, Love of Neighbor).  A good teacher must be able to put themselves in the shoes of their students – to be able to remember what it was like to NOT HAVE the information being presented, to be able to understand MISUNDERSTANDINGS, and to anticipate questions.

Being not just able to do this, but KEENLY able to do this, I can TOTALLY understand why almost everyone has simply taken the word of the College of Cardinals.  It’s an understandable mistake to make.

Something that has lingered in my mind since I was a child was this question: Had you (Ann) been alive when Our Lord walked the earth, had you (Ann) been one of the Women of Jerusalem, WOULD YOU (ANN) HAVE RECOGNIZED OUR LORD, or would you (Ann) have gone along with the Sanhedrin and the people and condemned Our Lord as just another paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of divinity?

Folks, the answer to that question makes me tremble.  TREMBLE. This has gnawed at me since WAY before Antipope Bergoglio, and WAY before even entering the Church.

I have people that email me regularly that are paranoid schizophrenics that claim visions of God, being a demiurge, or of being god himself.  I have a VERY sensitive bee-ess detector.  I think James Randi is a national treasure.  I am, by nature, a skeptic.

Would I have been in the mob screaming, “CRUCIFY HIM!!!!!” ??????????????

Here’s what I do know, and I am admittedly moved to tears as I type this:

Every day at Mass, even though Bergoglio is commemorated at the Te Igitur, when the Chalice is consecrated, and the priest elevates the Precious Blood, I bow my head and say EXACTLY what the Jews in Pontius Pilate’s courtyard screamed: “Let His Blood be upon us, and upon our children!”

And so, I have spent many, many hours in prayer before Our Lord in the Tabernacle, more often than not with the Rosary in my hand, thinking about THESE DAYS, and applying the lessons of the Gospel, specifically what people who were eyewitnesses to Our Lord’s earthly ministry nearly 2000 years ago went through.  How did Joseph of Arimathea do it?  How did Nicodemus do it?  How did Claudia Procles, Pontius Pilate’s wife, do it? Could I possibly, possibly, ever be able to do the same?  Or would I take one look at Our Lord and blow Him and His Gospel off just as I blow off the actually mentally ill people who land in my email box every day?  Or the fools passed off as “saviors” in the mainstream culture? Would Our Lord’s miracles HAVE BEEN ENOUGH FOR ME?

Again, I tremble at the thought.

I go back to Our Lord’s words to the disciples of John the Baptist who came specifically to ask Him, “Are You the Messiah?”  “And answering, He said to them: Go and relate to John what you have heard and seen: the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are made clean, the deaf hear, the dead rise again, to the poor the gospel is preached: And blessed is he whosoever shall not be scandalized in Me.”  

And again in the Good Shepherd Discourse: “Amen, amen I say to you: He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up another way, the same is a thief and a robber. But he that entereth in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep.  To him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice: and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out. And when he hath let out his own sheep, he goeth before them: and the sheep follow him, because they know his voice. But a stranger they follow not, but fly from him, because they know not the voice of strangers.”

“I AM the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd giveth his life for His sheep.  But the hireling, and he that is not The Shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and flieth: and the wolf catcheth, and scattereth the sheep:  And the hireling flieth, because he is a hireling: and he hath no care for the sheep.  I AM the Good Shepherd; and I know mine, and mine know Me.  As the Father knoweth Me, and I know the Father: and I lay down my life for My sheep. And other sheep I have, that are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear My voice, and there shall be one fold and One Shepherd.”

The key concept here is the discernment of the voice, and we know that this is at least to some degree an INDIVIDUAL discernment from Our Lord’s words “BY NAME”.  This is in no way a “dogmatic demand” that the sheep appeal only to “authority”.  It is EXACTLY the opposite.  It is a warning AGAINST mindlessly appealing to “authority”, and also to “the mob” as sheep are very, very wont to do.  There are sheep who will be abandoned and/or deceived by the faithless hirelings and in their paralysis will be easy prey for the wolves.  But the sheep that the Good Shepherd CALLS BY NAME, will be able, because they know His Voice, to discern, and will be able to move proactively AGAINST the rest of the flock, AGAINST the commands of the faithless hirelings and the wolves, and will be able to always see and know the Good Shepherd, and follow only Him. Because when you have a “personal relationship” with Someone, you know the sound of His Voice.

So.  Do I hate the other sheep that are walking toward the Voice of the Stranger? No.  Of course not.  And neither does Our Lord.  What I am doing, and will continue to do, is walk toward the Good Shepherd, while BAAAA-ING over my shoulder all the way to my flock mates, and even in an attempt to notify the hirelings.  Often, shepherds are notified of the approach of a wolf, or any danger, BY THE SHEEP THEMSELVES. BAA! BAAAA! BAAAAAAA! Or, maybe I’m just blessed enough to be an Akbash Sheepdog bitch, a noble beast that the shepherd uses to help keep an eye out for wolves, and to alert and protect the sheep.  Maybe I am called, like the Akbash Sheepdog to CHARGE INTO THE WOLFPACK and help get as many sheep away from danger as possible.

If a damn dog can understand that the oblivious, mistaken and/or deceived sheep are not the enemy, and charge the enemy to defend them, how could I not do the same?  Do I not have superior capacities of discernment, and do I not have the capacity for empathy? Would a DOG demand that his human superiors act to defend the sheepfold before he, the DOG, acted?  And if his masters turned out to be “faithless hirelings”, would a DOG walk off in some sort of effeminate protest (and place his moral failure unjustly at the feet of St. Benedict, perhaps?) Would a DOG engage in an erroneous calculus of Consequentialism or Proportionalism?

The oblivious, mistaken and/or deceived sheep are not the enemy – they are the victims.  Even if they are priests.  Or bishops.  Or Cardinals.  And so we work to help them perhaps see the objective evidence, the law, and then to themselves discern the Voice of the Shepherd and run towards Him.  And, if they don’t see, maybe that means that I am not doing ENOUGH.  I should BARK LOUDER.

The only way this will happen is by staying CLOSE to Our Eucharistic Lord, the Good Shepherd, MOST ESPECIALLY in these darkest of days, which may well be the run-up the the Big Show.

For the record, for any and all, and to whom it may concern:

THE ONLY WAY I STOP GOING TO MASS, THE HOLY AND AUGUST SACRIFICE OF CALVARY, VALIDLY OFFERED, IS BY IMPRISONMENT OR DEATH.

If there is any part of “VALIDLY OFFERED”, “IMPRISONMENT” or “DEATH” that you don’t understand, then… woof?

I hope this answers the question, and helps.

St. Vincent Ferrer, pray for us.
Our Lady, Undoer of Knots, pray for us.

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us.

This came across the transom from an eagle-eyed reader as a follow-up to the post just below on the musloid DN (but I repeat myself) murdering the Italian guy out of pure SPITE.

This excerpt is from the writings of a politician and Presidential candidate Beto O’Rourke, under his pen name “Psychedelic Warlord”, who is now being called “Our christ” by his cult followers.  SOURCE HERE.

This feeling pervaded everything in my life, yet the first few months
after realizing my goal, I had done nothing. Then one day, as I was
driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They
were happy, happy to be free from their troubles. I knew, however, that
this happiness and sense of freedom were much too overwhelming for them.
This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams. As I
neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping
the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the
two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of
the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped
my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head. My
dream was abruptly ended when I heard a loud banging on the front
window. It was an old man, who was using his cane to awaken me. He might
have been a witness to my act of love. I was not sure, nor did I care.
It was simply ecstasy. As I drove home, I envisioned myself committing
more of these “acts of love”, and after a while, I had no trouble carrying
them out.
The more people I killed, the longer my dreams were. I soon quit my job,
and stayed at my house in an almost comatose state. My dreams grew longer
and more vivid. They kept me alive and proved to be the only thing
to live for. I had killed nearly 38 people by the time of my twenty-third
birthday, and each one was more fulfilling than the last.

— Robert Francis “Beto” “Psychedelic Warlord” “Serious Presidential Candidate” O’Rourke

The Barnhardt Axiom on Politicians:

“The culture has degraded such that seeking and/or holding political office, especially national-level office, is, in and of itself, proof that a given person is psychologically and morally unfit to hold public office.”

If language is not correct, then what is said is not what is meant;

if what is said is not what is meant, then what must be done remains undone;

if this remains undone, morals and art will deteriorate;

if justice goes astray, the people will stand about in helpless confusion.

Hence there must be no arbitrariness in what is said.

This matters above everything.” 

-Confucius

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Office. Ministry. Two different words, because two different categories: being and doing. As one reader put it, Pope Benedict didn’t resign being the Pope. He just announced that he would no longer be answering the phone. And that is not a valid resignation, per Canon 332.2. And as Confucius saw 2500 years ago, words, most especially in juridical contexts, are not and cannot be arbitrary. “This matters above everything.”

Ah, so….

The musloid political system is, at its satanic core, all about creating Diabolical Narcissists. Billions and billions of DNs. Ultimately, the goal is to have every human being on the planet a DN, and all future humans to be DNs. That is, people who freely choose to purge all love from their souls. All that remains after the purgation of love from the soul is an emotional palette of ANGER, HATRED, JEALOUSY and FEAR. Diabolical Narcissists’ fuel, just as with the demons they emulate, is SPITE. To wit:

(ANSA) – Turin, April 1 – Prosecutors said Monday that a suspect has confessed to murdering Stefano Leo…

The suspect, Said Machaouat, a 27-year-old Italian with Moroccan roots, turned himself in at the weekend. “I chose to kill that young man because he looked happy. And I couldn’t stand his happiness,” Machaouat said, according to the prosecutors.

…Machaouat was quoted as telling prosecutors Ciro Santoriello and Enzo Bucarelli that “I wanted to kill a lad like me, to take away all his prospects, his children, his friends and relatives”.

Read the whole piece over at Robert Spencer’s JihadWatch.org.

Note well this quote from Ayatollah Khomeini of Iran that Spencer cites:

“allah did not create man so that he could have fun. The aim of creation was for mankind to be put to the test through hardship and prayer. An islamic regime must be serious in every field. There are no jokes in islam. There is no humor in islam. There is no fun in islam. There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious.” — Ayatollah Khomeini

I remember hearing someone recount his experience in Beirut, Lebanon. He said that when driving through Beirut you could INSTANTLY tell when you had left the Christian Quarter and entered the musloid quarter. The Christian Quarter was filled with the sound of people out and about, and the sound of conversation, joy and laughter. The musloid quarter was quiet as the grave.

Here’s five minutes of babies cracking up.

After yesterday’s post, a longtime reader emailed in asking that one and all be reminded of the events recorded in the twentieth chapter of St. John’s Gospel. If any of you readers out there are “Extraordinary Ministers of Holy Communion” in the Novus Ordo, you really, really need to stop. Immediately.

As I have recounted on the Barnhardt Podcast, in my first year after being received into the Church, I did prison ministry at the Arapahoe County Jail. It was all laypeople. Not even the “permanent” deacons went. And, to my horror in retrospect, we were enjoined to perform “Catholic Communion Services” using a script authored by the not-very-conservative “conservative” Archbishop Charles Chaput. The “team leader” for the day would pass out, completely casually in the locker room of the jail, The Blessed Sacrament to each team going to one of the six cellblocks. “How many do you want? Six? Okay. Here.” I think back on that and cringe. More than once I was handed a pyx filled with Hosts, which I then PUT IN MY PANTS POCKET and carried down to the cellblock. The only thing I can say in my own defense is that as I was walking down to the cellblock, I would “talk” to Our Lord, generally remarking to Him that He was the Creator and Sustainer of the Universe, Infinite Love and Power Himself, and… He was in my pocket. At least I acknowledged Him, and the situation, which is more than could be said for most. But it was still so totally wrong.

Since I could speak a little Spanish, I was almost always sent to the Spanish speaking cellblock, and most of the men who came to the “Communion Service” were either maximum security or super-max, that is, wearing either orange or red jumpsuits. Was I ever scared? No way. I was safe as a kitten. I had 15 or more exceptionally capable bodyguards at all times. The men were mostly Mexican, with some Central Americans. And I learned two very important lessons about Eucharistic piety from those men. First, many of them did not receive Holy Communion. Why? Because they had, in their words, “two wives”. That is, they were divorced and civilly “re-married” or shacking up. They KNEW this meant that they could not receive – but they still came. The other thing I learned from the Latino felons in the jail was Eucharistic piety. When they walked into the room, and saw the pyx containing the Blessed Sacrament on the table, they would immediately fall to their knees and reverence Our Lord. They believed in the Real Presence of Jesus Christ in the Eucharist. Far, far more than the upper-middle class American Novus Ordoists.

The Fruit of the First Sorrowful Mystery, Our Lord’s Agony in the Garden, is SORROW FOR SIN. Oftentimes poorly formed priests tell people that once they have confessed a sin, they should never think about it again. This is wrong. As one progresses and tries to advance in sanctity, one of the graces that follows is realizing not only what sins one has committed in the past, but realizing WHY those sins were sins, and just how awful they were. So, not only did I confess my participation in these “Catholic Communion Services” and the intrinsic sacrilege of them and of my physical handling of the Blessed Sacrament, but I also always mention these sins when I make a General Confession. Thank God! Thank God that now I not only know, but that the horror of it gets continually stronger. Let this process of realizing the kind and gravity of my sins never cease!

Which brings us to the whole question of physically touching the Blessed Sacrament. It is all in John 20. Our Lord tells Mary Magdalene that SHE MAY NOT TOUCH HIM (verse 17), but just a few verses later specifically tells St. Thomas to stick his finger in Our Lord’s side (verse 27). What is the difference? St. Thomas, having been present at The Last Supper which was not only about the institution of the Mass and the Eucharist, but also about the INSTITUTION OF THE PRIESTHOOD (Do this in memory of Me), was already an ordained priest. The Sacramentally Ordained may touch the Blessed Sacrament (Deacons, Priests, Bishops). Anyone else, male or female, may NOT. Period.

It isn’t a question of contrition. The Penitent Magdalen was more contrite than any of us will probably ever be for our sins. St. Thomas was in a state of extreme and even obstinate doubt until the moment he physically touched Our Lord. It is a question of the supernatural reality of the priesthood, and of the supernatural reality of the consecration of the Eucharist within the Mass, and the Real, Physical, Substantial Presence of Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. Having unconsecrated hands touch the Blessed Sacrament is a direct attack upon the priesthood, and the Eucharist itself. It is a premeditated introduction of scandalous desacralization – the modern buzzword here is “DEMYTHOLOGIZATION“.

If you are NOT a Deacon, Priest or Bishop, STOP TOUCHING THE BLESSED SACRAMENT. Only receive Holy Communion from the hands of a Deacon, Priest or Bishop, and do so kneeling and on the tongue. Do not participate in the Freemasonic scandal of desacralization, the attack on the Priesthood, the Church and the Eucharist, which is what the whole “Extraordinary Monsters Ministers of Holy Communion” thing is. Believe me, you will be glad you did, and you will regret not having done so sooner.