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Only the Ordained May Touch the Lord.

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.

Laypeople.
Ordained.

Black, on the Down Low, Dumb, Protege of a Known Satanist and an Arch-heretic. Perfect!

Wilton Gregory was a protege of the sodomite satanist Cardinal Joseph Bernardin, and Bernardin consecrated Gregory a Bishop at the age of THIRTY-FIVE on Halloween of ARSH 1983, and then kept him snuggled up real close in Chicago.

Make absolutely no mistake. Putting this token imbecile heretic on the dizzy-lizzy with intimate connections to known satanists, in Washington D.C. (which Donna Guerl will still be totally running) is a giant spittle-flecked flailing scratch to the face by the Bergoglian sodo-coven.

Nighty-night Baby Tobin is cursing racial quotas right about now, methinks.

Look for Gregory to quietly move Donna Guerl right back into his old eight-figure penthouse downtown. Poor Donna has had to slum in the $2.5 million mansion in the ‘burbs since his McCarrick-induced “fake demotion”. I’m sure George Neumayr will keep us posted.

Known satanist Joseph Bernardin consecrating Wilton Daniel Gregory a Bishop on Halloween of ARSH 1983

Item 9377 for the “So What’s It Gonna Take” File: Craftsmen of Fraternity

So Antipope Bergoglio goes to the City Hall of Rome (a notorious hive of Freemasons) and pretty much skywrites a love sonnet to Freemasonry. This reportage courtesy of Vatican News:

Pope Francis (sic) told the people present in the square below that in his heart, are also “those who do not share our faith.”

“They are brothers”, he said, “to whom I offer my spiritual closeness and my encouragement to be every day ‘craftsmenof fraternity and solidarity.” “This is the task of a citizen”, he said.

“Craftsmen of fraternity” is about as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oatmeal.

Remember folks, the biggest rush of satisfaction Diabolical Narcissists experience is from the getting away with it. They act out publicly, egregiously, and then wallow and luxuriate in the sense of power and domination they feel when no one does a damn thing, and their victims even defend or cover for the DN’s abusive or even criminal behavior. They STUDY the hopelessness and effeminate impotence of their victims, too cowed by the DN to confront him (or her).

Bishop Schneider gave a master class on surrendering to and ingratiating oneself to one’s DN psychopath abuser this week. And I’m sure Antipope Bergoglio is still riding the high. Allow me to quote the punchline of my piece linked above:

This Bergoglian Antipapacy is, quite possibly, the single greatest Diabolical Narcissist Psychopath power play ever executed to date by a human being.  1.2 billion Catholics bowing and scraping before him as he openly tries to completely destroy The Church Militant, while simultaneously erecting the satanic Antichurch; the rest of the planet cheering him as he ratifies all sin, including sodomy, declares hell non-existent, and deifies man by declaring the individual conscience the arbiter of truth and morality and the adjudicator of guilt, and thus denying the salvific work of Christ.

Make no mistake, our silence is their most potent drug.  Our supine, effeminate enabling is the steady dose of “DN methamphetamine”, mainlined directly into their jugular. We are both the drug, and the delivery mechanism.

Despite any and all announcements to the contrary, the Theological Virtue of HOPE has not been suppressed nor abrogated.

HOPE is the Fruit of the Second Glorious Mystery of the Rosary, the Ascension.

I love the account of the Ascension in Mark 16, because it says very bluntly that Our Lord, in His last moments to be with the Apostles corporeally before Ascending to the Right Hand of the Father, basically chewed them out – upbraided is the word used – for their FAITHLESSNESS, their incredulity and hardness of heart.

Yes, despite the fact that the events of the previous three years, while certainly prophesied, were UNPRECEDENTED, and despite the fact that the Apostles were all a bunch of unlettered working men with zero authority within the context of the Old Covenant Levitical paradigm, Our Lord still chewed them out for their failure to “get it”, which was NOT a function of education or even Levitical status, but of FAITH.

And then He ascended before their eyes, and even though Our Lord had just commanded them to go and do what seemed impossible in every sense, to spread the Gospel to the entire world, they were so filled with Hope, that they did it.

Folks, there is ALWAYS hope. There is always a visible path forward. There is always a proverbial “trail of breadcrumbs”, and God is God and CANNOT be hamstrung or out-maneuvered. Ever. And WE are called, just as the Apostles were almost 2000 years ago to go “git ‘er dun”, and we have the selfsame Paraclete (He goes by “Holy Ghost” in many parts) to help us.

Beware ANYONE who preaches a faux gospel of hopelessness. Beware anyone who tries to tell you that “peace of mind” comes from giving up, and that a retreat into adolescent, effeminate, narcissistic “not my problem-ism” is virtuous.

I think I heard something like this at Mass once…

To Thee, O God, my God, I will give praise upon the harp; why art thou sad, O my soul, and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to Him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.

Barnhardt Podcast #078: Flying Fur and Fists of Fury

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In this episode we discuss details and aspects of the Armed Aussie who assaulted two Mosques in New Zealand, reprising the theme that fighting back against an attacker is the best way to survive (even if an edged weapon is all you’ve got in a gunfight). We also talk about Barbara Streisand’s defense of pedophilia; even though she’s walking it back in the media it’s possible her first statement was her true outlook on the matter.

Ann Barnhardt, as depicted by the Southern Poverty Law Center

Ann Barnhardt, as depicted by the Southern Poverty Law Center

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Item #8234 for the “So What’s It Gonna Take” File…

Look at the… violence… with which Antipope Bergoglio snatches his hand back as people try to kiss his ring. Over and over and over again. What an absolute psycho.

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I think there are two things in play here. The first is how even malefactors and enemies and haters of God and His Holy Church still testify to the truth by the workings of Divine Providence. The Sanhedrin declared Our Lord’s divinity, albeit inadvertently.

Antipope Bergoglio, in snatching his hand away, is actually testifying to the truth that these people should NOT be reverencing his ring, because he is not now and never has been the Pope.

How good the Divine Providence is!!

The second is the confirmation here of what has been exposed in the research surrounding the Teutonic-Freemasonic war on the Papacy itself, namely under the name of “demythologization“.

If you can’t see from this video Antipope Bergoglio’s hatred of the Petrine Office, which is what every one of those people was trying (albeit mistakenly with the wrong man) to reverence, then I don’t know what could make you see.

Happy ARSH Day! Happy New Year!

The Golden Legend, which falls under the category of pious tradition, says that ALL of the following events happened on the 25th of March:

-Adam was created and fell into original sin

-Cain slew Abel

-Melchisedech made offering to God of bread and wine

-Abraham offered up his son Isaac

-Annunciation

-St. John Baptist was beheaded

-Christ Crucified

-St. James the Greater was beheaded by Herod

-St. Peter leaves prison

It’s a big day, no matter how you cut it.

Happy New Year of the Reparation of Human Salvation!

“Let it be done to me according to thy word.”

Valuable Correction and Lesson in Edged Weapon Combat Tactics

This comment showed up under a syndication of my “Hard Truths About Civilian Combat Tactics” piece. It is worth a reprint here. (Language and content warning on the linked blog. It is for rough-and-ready types.)

Here’s what ANN got wrong. Like “Kerodin” she has no training or background in real world knife fighting. I spent more than 20 years in knife and sword school. YES. Do run at your attacker with your blade out. YES stab your attacker as fast and as many times as you can. NO NO NO! DO NOT go for the face and head. Attack the pelvic vault, the penis, testicles and especially the inside of both legs. When you do this attack you are striking at the largest group of major blood vessels in the human body. The part of the body that also contains the BIGGEST BLOOD VESSELS in the human body. Cutting only one or two of them is a certain kill.

The human head is almost all bone. The points of fatal attack are small and difficult to hit under pressure. If you do manage to get within striking range and land a blow to his nuts or inside his leg DON’T STOP TO ADMIRE YOUR HANYWORK. Hit him as hard and often as the Lord God will let you. Cutting the Femoral artery, or any of the other SIX major arterial strike points are not only quick kills, they are very painful. But your knife is the last resort. I prefer my hand gun vs. nutjob myself. That’s why I carry. So I don’t have to die taking the SOB with me.

Agreed. I always subscribed to the “Indiana Jones” school of edged weapon tactical response: