A.) As it can never be said enough, THANK YOU to one and all for your continued prayers and munificence. In addition to the Holy and August Sacrifice of the Mass being offered in the Venerable Gregorian Rite for all of my benefactors every Tuesday morning at 0830 Eastern Time (set an alarm!), a friend of mine is doing the walking pilgrimage route of St. Benedict over in Italy this week, and he is praying on his journey for both my benefactors and my enemies. The blisters have set in, but he is pushing through and offering up the pain.
B.) As fully expected, I have lost a significant percentage of my average monthly donations since stating my position that Jorge Bergoglio is, in fact, not the pope, despite the fact that my traffic is up considerably. Despite the fact that my position is exactly OPPOSITE of sedevacantism, for some bizarre reason, it is lumped-in with sedevacantism and there is an all-consuming terror by even the most traddy of Trads to not be lumped in with sedevacantism under any circumstance whatsoever. I shrug. It is what it is. But it is sad to observe, because it is irrational. To all of you SSPX’ers out there (my open letter to you is coming soon), it has not been lost on me at all that we now find ourselves in the same boat, but for different reasons: we are both falsely accused of being sedevacantists.
I also have voluntarily stopped writing paid pieces for other publications because I cannot and will not hide or dance around my position vis-a-vis Antipope Bergoglio, or really anything else for that matter. I take “let your yes be yes, and no be no,” VERY seriously. Also the part about the VOMITING out of the lukewarm. If what a person says at the dinner table, or over cocktails, is NOT the same thing they say in public, that’s a problem. That’s a BIG problem. Period. But, as I said in my position piece, “Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.” Let it be done to me according to Thy word.
C.) That said, I am going to do that which I despise, and “shake the can”. I should very much like to fill up my diesel tank, as that will provide quite a bit of peace of mind as the cold weather quickly approaches, especially up here at altitude. I went on a little field trip last Friday, and sure enough, we saw trees just barely starting to turn. It got me thinking that we’re only a few weeks out from cold nights. I am delighted to be off the gas mains and have a big tank out back, but it is a significant expense to fill it, and the bill must be paid in full upon delivery. Also, my phone died yesterday, which I guess isn’t too much of a shock as it is every bit of three years old. I am going to have to buy a new phone/drone beacon. Yuck.
D.) I have sold a few cattle marketing DVDs off of the Reluctant Preppers interview, and that is a great help. Thanks to the buyers! I know $500 is a non-trivial sum. For me, that is still the best income, because I feel it is in exchange for a tangible commodity/service. I still don’t really buy the idea that my stating the plain, often glaringly obvious truth is a service that merits any sort of extraordinary compensation. It is like being expected to be paid for standing on a street corner, pointing at the sky and repeating, “BLUE!” over and over and over again.
E.) Thank you for the inquiries about my back. It is good and I am walking 100% normally (for me, which is to say, like a constipated fascist), but I am definitely babying it, which is sub-optimal. The subconscious (and conscious) fear of not just the pain, but especially the immobility of having one’s back in spasm is tough to overcome. Being a cripple and burdensome and even physically dependent upon others is one of the few things that genuinely terrifies me. Good ol’ Protestant Anglo-German utilitarianism. You can take the girl out of the Black Forest, but you can’t take the Black Forest out of the girl (without a heckuva fight). That line of thinking is where all of the Euthanasia crap comes from – “it is better to be dead than a bother.” I’ll almost certainly never fully shake that bit of Protestant cultural baggage in this world. It will have to be purgated out of me. Sloooooowly, and with great humiliation, I’m sure.
F.) I haven’t posted anything beautiful or happy in quite a while, so in honor of the Perseid Meteor Shower coming up on Friday and Saturday, which is supposed to be triple-spectacular this year, here is Nat King Cole’s “Stardust”. Here’s hoping you can find a spot outside of town to watch. And remember, God engineered the whole thing – the Swift-Tuttle comet, the intersecting orbits, completely for our benefit. Completely for YOUR benefit.
The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of His hands.
Caeli enarrant gloriam Dei, et opera manuum ejus annuntiat firmamentum.
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
A paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain