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Barnhardt Podcast #142: Doctor Ann, Conspiracy Therapist

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In this episode we reprise the always-urgent topic of the need to be and stay Confessed, especially as the momentum of evil increases.  (And if your confessor tells you that a sin is not a sin, or encourages you to commit sin, then find a new confessor post haste!)  We also muse some more about the Masonic Sniffles and observe that one can lead a cow to Ivermectin but getting Bessie to drink it is about as hard as getting a Jesuit to pray the Rosary.

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Can we talk about how many colds and flus could have been prevented or knocked-down by Ivermectin over the past 40 years? While BigPharma sold billions in flu vaccines and OTC “remedies”?

Just putting this out there to make people wake up to the psychopathic malignancy of BigPharma.

Ivermectin is an anti-parasitic AND anti-viral drug that is safer and more benign than aspirin. It is also dirt cheap, especially since it is off-patent and has been for years.

So stop and think about this. We now know from the CoronaScam that Ivermectin has what honest doctors describe as “miraculous” effects against Coronaviridae (aka “colds”) and all respiratory viruses in general, including influenza, both as a treatment for the symptomatic, and as an incredibly effective prophylactic, knocking down viral loads by a factor of 5000 according to ACTUAL SCIENCE performed over the past year.

Here’s what is absolutely infuriating. These SOB’s have had a drug that could have prevented or massively knocked-down pretty much EVERY sickness experienced by healthy adults in the first world – colds and flus – and they intentionally kept this drug off the market in order to feed their multi-multi-multi billion dollar over the counter cold and flu remedy AND flu “vaccine” markets.

How many man-hours lost? How much human suffering (albeit mild, as colds and flus generally are) happily permitted, when the fact is that Ivermectin should be sold exactly like aspirin – in bulk pill form. You should be able to go to any store and buy Ivermectin pills off the shelf by the hundreds. You know, like they already do in Africa and have for decades.

Never mind asking why Ivermectin isn’t part of a prophylactic regimen in all nursing homes and hospitals – we all know the answer to that, right Gov. Cuomo?

No, just think about every incidence of viral crud you’ve had over the years that Ivermectin could have knocked out in a matter of hours, but BigPharma wanted you to get sick and stay sick for as long as possible so you’d buy their high-margin concoctions and placebos.

Welp. The cat’s out of the bag now. These psychopaths have now revealed themselves as conscious collaborators in the largest crime against humanity ever perpetrated – and that was BEFORE the DeathJab. We’re talking CAPITAL CRIMES, folks. In this life, or the next, they WILL PAY.

Meanwhile, I have given away over 400 doses of Ivermectin and am sitting on 900 or so more as I write this.

Folks, don’t sit around and be an effeminate, whiny victim. Man up. When shit gets real, ACT. Do something. Lead by ACTION and by example. Find creative solutions to unprecedented problems and then EXECUTE those solutions. This is called VIRILITY, and it is a virtue.  Therefore, as a virtue, both men and women are called to acquire and develop it.

Remember, you want the 1% INJECTABLE Ivermectin solution for livestock, which you DRINK ORALLY, “per os” as doctors say, at a rough dosage of 1.25-1.75 mL for an adult. Feel free to add a bit more per body weight. Remember, every bottle of aspirin considers a 12 year old girl and a 250 pound man to be in the same dosage cohort, so don’t agonize over milliliters. Just use common sense. Get in the ballpark. Adjust up or down according to common sense. And yes, you absolutely can give Ivermectin to children. It keeps millions of youngsters and tinies in Africa free of flies and worms and has for decades.

For prophylaxis take one dose every so often. I’m doing quarterly, but that frequency could certainly be increased with zero risk. Ivermectin is one of the safest drugs in the world. You would have to be a royal idiot to overdose on it. Aspirin and Tylenol are far, far more toxic (especially to the stomach and liver, respectively) and dangerous.

Also, the horse paste version is fine too. It comes with a dispenser calibrated to body weight. NonVeniMark says the green apple is his favorite flavor.

But, as always, I have to re-state that the “pour-on” form Ivermectin is topical fly repellent that is essentially Ivermectin dissolved in diesel fuel to be poured onto (hence the clever labeling) and stick to the hair coat of cattle and sheep. If you are dumb enough to buy the pour-on formula and drink it, after my repeated explicit instructions to buy either the 1% INJECTABLE solution and take it orally, or the edible horse paste form, then I really can’t help you. (My sternness here is a direct result of my inbox. Reading comprehension is basically gone in the mainstream culture.)

These can be bought in any farm supply store. Yes, they have started putting up big scary bullshit agitprop signs telling people that the 1% Injectable and paste forms are not for human consumption trying to imply toxicity. Of course they are going to say that. The putsch regime wants as much sickness and death as possible, and BigPharma wants to sell their obscenely marked-up and ineffective drugs AND, of course, their DeathJabs.

Even more evil is the fact that BigPharma and the government know damn good and well that the “Emergency Use Authorization” for their poison DeathJabs are wholly contingent upon there being NO OTHER DRUGS to treat the Masonic Sniffles. Ivermectin proves that the DeathJab is a criminal and malicious conspiracy, because even if the DeathJab actually were a vaccine (which it is not), bypassing ALL testing is completely unjustified because there is a HIGHLY effective treatment, so effective that it is routinely described as “miraculous” by doctors who have used it.

The “vaccines” are clearly, obviously about something completely unrelated to curing a seasonal cold virus, namely totalitarian control of human life, AND almost certainly the rapid reduction of the human population by as much as 90% as every one of the oligarchs have been openly declaring a “necessity” for decades. If it had ANYTHING to do with health, Ivermectin would be deployed. Instead, all there is is terrorizing agitprop and coercion which violates every human rights charter in existence vis-a-vis coerced medical experimentation. There is only the “vaccine”. All must have the “vaccine”. There is no alternative to the “vaccine”. Only people with intellects completely darkened by living in unrepentant mortal sin could fall for such transparent lies and obvious criminality.

I haven’t been sick a day since January ARSH 2020 (the day Kobe Bryant died, in fact, and I suspect I did in fact have the Masonic Sniffles, as I had been in a situation where there were a bunch of Asian tourists). I am VERY curious to see if I get any seasonal viruses now that I’m taking Ivermectin as a quarterly prophylactic. And if I should feel something coming on, I’ll definitely take a couple of quick-hitter doses of Ivermectin just in case it is a virus, and hopefully knock it out quick. If it isn’t a virus, but bacterial (staph, strep, etc.) then Ol’ Mr. Immune System will just have to git ‘er dun.

Repost: On Eclipse, Visibility and Clarity

(Originally penned and posted in June, ARSH 2019.)

Several months ago, during my post-Mass prayer litany, I realized that I was incorrect in one of my daily petitions. See if you can tell how my prayer was wrong:

“May the Church Militant remain visible, and may I always be within easy walking distance of daily Mass in the Tridentine Rite.”

So there I am, having said this prayer daily over a thousand times, and I had a total record-scratch moment.

May the Church Militant REMAIN VISIBLE? Visibility is an intrinsic constitutive quality of the Church. The Church’s visibility is guaranteed in much the same way that water is wet and time is linear. The Church will always be visible – period. That is 100% guaranteed by God Himself. The issue is, can I, can we SEE IT.

Even if one uses the imagery of “eclipse” to describe current events, remember that eclipses are, by definition, highly visible events – awesome and fearful even.

So, my petition was so very wrong in that it falsely assumed that the Church could ever be “invisible”.

Now, my corrected petition is, “May I always be able to clearly see the Church…”

We know that the Antichurch will be built as an ape of the True Church, and that many, if not most people, including many of the Elect will happily traipse into the Antichurch and be lost. It will be so bad that Our Lord said, “But yet the Son of man, when He cometh, shall He find, think you, faith on earth?”

The problem will not be any failure of the Church to remain visible. The failure will not be God’s, the Church’s, nor even will the failure be a failure of the Papacy in se. The failure will be OURS. The Church will always be lit up like the Las Vegas Strip. But if Ray Charles is standing there, blind as a bat and can’t see what is right in front of him, does that mean the Vegas Strip is invisible? Of course not. All it means is that Ray is blind.

Every one of us can look back at our lives and cite numerous examples of our own blindness that caused us to go astray, which in retrospect were glaringly obvious at the time. Common examples:

“I was so in love….”

“I really wanted to keep that job/income…”

“I loved hanging out with those people…”

“I knew I couldn’t afford it, but I bought it anyway…”

“It felt right at the time…”

“I didn’t want to admit I was wrong…”

“I told myself that the person/situation would change/improve…”

“People warned me, but I didn’t listen…”

“I believed what the people on tee vee and on the internet were saying…”

Folks, the Truth is objective, external to us, and knowable. Reality is real, and visible. The Church is real, and it is guaranteed to always be visible, including AT ITS EARTHLY HEAD.

Start from the true base premise that the Church is visible, and the identity of the Pope is clear and visible, and then work from that. What is the objective reality? What is the objective dataset? What is clearly visible? What errors or prejudices or vices might cloud my vision and make me blind? Are my FEELINGS overriding logic? Is my approach rooted in sentiment and not in rationality?

I hope this helps.

Let us pray, as you did at the end of your letter, that the Lord comes to the rescue of His Church. I bless with MY apostolic blessing,

Yours,

Benedict XVI”

Happy Feast of St. Gabriel, icon of love so intense it could be mistaken for ferocity…

The Annunciation, Leonardo da Vinci and Andrea del Verrocchio, ARSH 1472-1475, Uffizi Gallery, Florence

The Annunciation, Leonardo da Vinci and Andrea del Verrocchio, ARSH 1472-1475, Uffizi Gallery, Florence

I recently came across Da Vinci’s Annunciation and must admit that I was quite struck by the Archangel Gabriel.  I have spoken before about the notion of “Ferocious Love”.  This comes from C.S. Lewis in Perelandra:

“Pure, spiritual, intellectual love shot from their faces like barbed lightning. It was so unlike the love we experience that its expression could easily be mistaken for ferocity.”

As I zoomed in and looked closer at Gabriel’s countenance, I saw exactly that – “ferocious” love.  He is kneeling, bowing, honoring and blessing her – Gabriel loves Our Lady.  But look – LOOK at his face.  Look at his eyes.  Oh my.

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Man, that’s what I want to be when I grow up.

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St. Gabriel, pray for us!

Mailbag: Gay Cruising in St. Peter’s Basilica

(The old mailbox is filling up after yesterday’s post on my encounter with the demonic inside St. Peter’s Basilica.  This reader was a naive dummy for going up to the guy’s apartment, but super-smart in suspecting the beer had been Cosby-ed.  It almost certainly had been. Read this and further understand that St. Peter’s Basilica was one of the top gay cruising spots in Rome before the CoronaScam, AS I HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR YEARS. Just sit in stillness with that, and the implications.  I have to admit though, I laughed out loud at the casual invitation to take off his shirt. Thank God the sodomite predator gave himself totally away BEFORE our correspondent drank that Heineken. -AB)

Hi Ann,

Today’s post like many others describing the depravity of Rome has again reminded me of my own bizarre and disturbing encounter at St. Peter’s. I’m gonna go ahead and write it down this time and I’m sure you’ll find exactly none of the following surprising.

I spent a semester in Rome in the spring of 1997 with the University of [Redacted]. One fine day, as was common practice, I loaded up my guidebooks and headed into Rome to admire some of the stuff you never get to appreciate if you don’t have several months to wander about. While at the Vatican, standing in front of the bronze of St. Peter with the worn foot, an adult man I didn’t know approached me and in very good English asked what my book said about it. I told him, and he said recent scholarship suggests it was actually cast in this other year, blah blah blah.

We strolled around a bit more, me with my guidebook, him with what I presumed to be some level of equal or greater knowledge. After what might have been 30-45 minutes of casual conversation, he invited me outside to see the best view of the dome which I think must’ve been from the south side. Yes, very nice. And it just so happens his flat is a block away, would I like to come up for a drink? Now, I was 19 but not totally naive nor what I considered an easy mark. Nevertheless, it simply didn’t dawn on me at that moment that this was anything more than a friendly middle-aged guy just looking to chat with an American student abroad. Fast forward about 10 minutes and he’s pulling out some coffee table book on ancient Egypt and explaining that the obelisk in the piazza is a phallus and would I like to take off my shirt?

I immediately looked at my Heineken with suspicion. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and prepared to excuse myself. He was offended, told me there was nothing wrong with my beer, and asked me to sit back down. I told him I needed to leave. He escorted me out all the way back to the piazza. In my mind I’m thinking did I misread this? Is he just some flavor of normal Italian I hadn’t encountered in the wild until now? I tried to wrap it up civilly with a handshake, genuinely thanking him for sharing some insight about St. Peter’s. He declined my handshake, still very offended.

I was back at St. Peter’s several times before the semester closed. I never saw that guy again, nor did I give him much thought. In recent years though, especially every time you hammer home how much of a demonic playground the Vatican has become, I think of him and how that surely wasn’t his first time trying to pick up younger males in not just a church but the absolute center of the Catholic world. And, chillingly, he probably wouldn’t be doing it if he hadn’t already experienced some success.

Anyhow, I’ve been a reader since your original koran burning video and a donor since I think just before the wider Catholic world learned the name Carlo Maria Viganò. Thank you for your work. I appreciate the podcast too, and I think Vanessa is a fine addition. Please have her back on.

God bless.

C

My Encounter with the Demonic Inside St. Peter’s Basilica, and Why the Illegal Suppression of the Mass Might Be Providential

Many years ago now, I went to Rome.  At the tail-end of my time there, I had the only experience in my entire life, to date, that I consider to have been a likely encounter with the preternatural.  I knew immediately after this happened that I must never step foot inside St. Peter’s Basilica again (not that it is even possible now) until the Basilica is exorcized and reconsecrated because I glimpsed, years ago, before I realized Benedict is Pope, years before the Pachamama demon worship, that St. Peter’s Basilica is likely a hell mouth, and that satan and the demons abide there, and manifest. I have told just a handful of people about this over the years.

I share this occurrence after these many years today because this morning was the first morning that the morning Masses were “suppressed” – quite illegally, according to Cardinal Burke – in St. Peter’s Basilica.  I want to put out a possibility for all of the people around the world who are mortified, angry and even scandalized by this that is certainly a different take than I have seen from any other quarters.

Here is the story:

I had a last-minute super-casual late lunch appointment (stand-up pizza, it doesn’t get more informal than that) in the neighborhood beside the Vatican, the Borgo Pio. After lunch, it occurred to me that since I was so close to St. Peter’s, I could pop in and go to confession, as there are always English-speaking priests on duty there.  The confessors at St. Peter’s return from lunch at 4:00pm, and it was about 3:30pm, so I went and sat with Our Lord in the Adoration Chapel inside St. Peter’s to pray the Rosary and pray my before-Confession prayers.

At 4:00pm, I went to the barricade and was the first in line of less than a handful when the confessors appeared and entered the confessional boxes.  An attendant came and moved the barrier aside, I asked which confessional had an English-speaking priest and the attendant pointed to a box to my right.  I entered the confessional, knelt down, made my confession (which was nothing this priest hadn’t heard thousands of times, and certainly nothing to do with any Church politics or the identity of the Vicar of Christ because this was towards the beginning of Bergoglian Antipapacy, and I hadn’t yet realized that Pope Benedict’s resignation was invalid).  When I finished my confession, there was silence.  Nothing.  I said, “Father, that is my confession.”  Nothing.  “FATHER?” I peered through the grate trying to see if I could see anything, and I could see the priest, and that he was awake, and sitting up straight, so he hadn’t fallen asleep or been stricken.  I said, “FATHER? Are you going to give me absolution?” The priest then turned and put his face close to the grate and HISSED, “Why don’t you go home and KILL YOURSELF.”

Obviously shocked and completely taken aback, I said something like, “What?” but then immediately realized that I needed to get out of there PRONTO.  I leapt up and jogged away, stopping beside an empty confessional beside the entrance barrier to the confessional area.  A custodian of the Basilica, a skilled layman professional called a “Sanpietrini” saw this happen and came over to me.  He was Italian but spoke good English.  He thought that I had gotten sick and perhaps vomited behind the confessional that I was standing next to (not an unheard-of occurrence in a major tourist attraction like St. Peter’s) and asked if I was okay and if I had thrown up.  I told him no, and then told him immediately that the priest in THAT confessional (as I pointed) had told me to go home and kill myself.

Now here’s where it gets REALLY scary.  The Sanpietrini didn’t even flinch when I said that, and then took a deep sighing breath and said, “Yes, we get complaints.”  He CLEARLY had heard of this happening before, more than once.  I told the Sanpietrini that we needed to notify someone immediately, and asked who should we tell, and he replied, completely resigned, “No. There’s nothing you can do. Nobody cares.”

So, I left and immediately got in a taxi and went to St. Mary Major which always has English-speaking Dominican priests hearing confessions in the afternoon, and made my confession there, and told the Dominican priest at Mary Major what had happened, and he too was not surprised.

So, I have known that St. Peter’s Basilica is a hell mouth with demonic presence and manifestation for many years now.  Let me repeat WHY I suspect this has been the case for many years, far predating Antipope Bergoglio, Pachamama and all the rest.  Ever since ARSH 1970 when Pope Paul VI installed the flaming, flamboyant sodomite Virgilio Noè, sacreligious gay codename mocking the Blessed Virgin Mary, “La Virginella”, “the little (female) virgin”, as the Master of Ceremonies of St. Peter’s Basilica, essentially running the sacristy, and then eventually Archpriest of the Basilica, the sacristy of St. Peter’s Basilica has operated as a functional gay bathhouse.  Prelates, clerics, seminarians and laymen, most especially the career male TOUR GUIDES in the Vatican Museums and the Basilica who are majority homosexual, and some of the laymen staff inside the Vatican and Basilica, have made the entire complex into a big gay village, with St. Peter’s Basilica being a prime location for sodomitical meet-ups and hook-ups.

What even predates Virgilio Noè is what Malachi Martin recorded in the opening chapter of Windswept House: the ceremonial enthronement of satan in the Vatican a decade earlier, which was done not in St. Peter’s, but in the Pauline Chapel, which is just beside the Sistine Chapel, just a few yards away.

Our Lord has had enough of this, and I have been praying for YEARS for Him to do whatever it takes to make it stop.  WHAT. EVER. IT. TAKES. Because I am personally convinced that satan and the demons occupy the Petrine Basilica. And this situation simply CANNOT go on.

The total cessation of tourism due to the CoronaScam has gone a long way towards this.  It has at least cleared the coven of sodomite tour guides out.  But, now we have the Pachamama demon worship by Antipope Bergoglio also in play.  Here is what I suspect MAY be going on.  Bear in mind, I don’t KNOW, but I can see the possibility of the Divine Providence’s reason for getting the morning private Mass priests and faithful out of the Basilica because St. Peter’s is going to be physically destroyed somehow. This could be due to natural disaster like an earthquake, or it could be due to an act of war or terrorism, or it could be a supernatural smiting.  I could totally see the Divine Providence getting as many people out of harm’s way before any of these possible destructive events happening.  I also suspect that this is why the Divine Providence allowed the relics of St. Peter to be sent to the schismatic Eastern Orthodox in Constantinople several years ago, and also possibly why relics of Our Lord’s crib-manger were allowed to be sent to Bethlehem.

To keep at least some important relics out of harm’s way.

When I see these things happening, the first thing that pops into my mind is Isaiah 55: 8-9…

For My thoughts are not your thoughts: nor your ways My ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are exalted above the earth, so are My ways exalted above your ways, and My thoughts above your thoughts.

Non enim cogitationes meae, cogitationes vestrae; neque viae vestrae, viae meae, dicit Dominus.  Quia sicut exaltantur caeli a terra, sic exaltatae sunt viae meae a viis vestris, et cogitationes meae a cogitationibus vestris.

Having attained forty-four years, it is impossible for me to not understand by now that things that APPEAR bad in the moment are very often revealed to be essential, loving arrangements of the Divine Providence.

My advice to priests that want to say their private morning Mass in Rome in the Venerable Rite of Pius V is to go to one of the several TLM-equipped and friendly churches in the City Center.  Even a relatively small neighborhood church has TEN working altars (high altar, two transept altars, six chapels in the nave, plus an altar in the sacristy.) Tiny churches in Rome generally have at least FIVE altars (high altar plus four in the nave).

If I were a priest, given the information above, I would take the hint from Our Lord and say Mass elsewhere and leave St. Peter’s Basilica in resigned detachment, and pray that we all live to see the day when the Basilica is either exorcized and reconsecrated, or… rebuilt.

I hope this helps.

Pray for Pope Benedict XVI, the one and only living Vicar of Christ since April ARSH 2005, the Papacy, and Holy Mother Church, the spotless and undefiled Bride of Christ, outside of which there is no salvation.

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us.

Do whatever You need to do. Our hearts are ready.

The Conversion of Baptized Paganity in the Post-Christian West to the One World Antichurch (Covidism) Happened In a Matter of 96-120 HOURS

Every word of this is true precisely because the post-Christian west is apostate, and thus so crippled by intellectual darkening that they converted to the One World Religion/Antichurch (Covidism – i.e. the final iteration of Freemasonry fused with elements of islam) in 96-120 HOURS just by media flooding of fearporn agitprop.  Nothing more. Not a single shot fired.

“The errors of Russia….”