One year ago this morning the one and only living Vicar of Christ on Earth (whether he liked it or not) died of renal failure. Isn’t it interesting that Antipope Bergoglio mashed the throttle – attempting to suppress the Mass in the Venerable and August Rite of Gregory the Great, the attempt at Sodo-blessings – once the Pope was dead. It’s almost like the Pope was a RESTRAINER. You know, like the RESTRAINER in 2 Thessalonians 2. Hmmmmmmm…. 🤔
Here’s a picture of the absolutely Luciferian treatment of Pope Benedict’s corpse, being loaded into the back of a beat-up grey cargo van. But the thing that really jumped out at me about this picture when I saw it this morning was THE DOME. My lands. I’ve seen pictures of the dome of St. Peter’s taken within the past week, and folks, it’s black. The fact that the dome is oxidizing is not in and of itself any kind of miracle, BUT the fact that it turned black so rapidly after Pope Benedict died. It … gives one pause:
And now from Dr. Mazza, apropos of yesterday’s time capsule post about Antipope Bergoglio beating that Chinese lady in St. Peter’s Square.
Dr. Mazza:
And as for Bergoglio beating the Chinese lady, when you watch the longer version of the video it becomes clear he stopped shaking hands to deliberately avoid HER. I say because she was Chinese and he was afraid to get Covid (running rampant in China exactly 4 years ago).
August 8, 2019 La Stampa interview: “What do you fear most for our planet?” Bergoglio: “The disappearance of biodiversity. New lethal diseases. A drift and devestation of nature that can lead to the death of humanity.”
Yup. Antipope Bergoglio was almost certainly informed and enjoined as an integral cooperator in the CoronaScam by his WEF NWO Freemasonic Luciferian buddies.
When a profound stillness compassed everything and the night in its swift course was half spent, Your all-powerful Word, O Lord, bounded from heaven’s royal throne.
Ps 92:1
The Lord is King, in splendor robed; robed is the Lord and girt about with strength.
V. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
R. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
When a profound stillness compassed everything and the night in its swift course was half spent, Your all-powerful Word, O Lord, bounded from heaven’s royal throne.
(Man, the hindsight creepiness is off the charts. I’ve left the post totally unaltered. NEVER FORGET. -AB ’23)
Folks, ARSH 2020, “The Year in Which Everything Is Seen Clearly” is almost here, but here’s a little preview. Antipope Bergoglio’s mask is slipping. BIG TIME.
THIS is the real Jorge Mario Bergoglio.
Behold: THE CARESS OF FREEMASONIC TENDERNESS.
Beating Chinese Catholics – now in person!
Any Chinese readers? What is she saying? Is she asking for help in Mardarin or Cantonese??
This evening after visiting the Nativity scene in St. Peter’s Square, Pope Francis loses his cool after being grabbed by a pilgrim who wouldn’t let go of his hand. The Pope repeated slapped her hand and told her to let go of him. pic.twitter.com/6Qrgh8aZKz
(I firmly resolved to NOT have any discussion of sodomy in this space over Christmas, but now it’s time to resume the war. Let’s start with this reminder, which should fill us with great hope and consolation. Let it also remind us – and this is very important for all of us – that up until just recently, sodomy and sodomites were so rare that the very concept was rarely if ever discussed. Many people lived their entire lives never knowing that the sins of Sodom even existed. And yes, every sodomite on earth could have been smote by God without causing any upheaval because there were SO FEW. We MUST remind ourselves that this state of total cultural saturation with sodomy, transvestitism, perversion and sexual depravity is wildly anomalous and in no way normal. Civilization WILL revert to a default baseline chastity, or civilization will cease to exist. The world has cancer: sodomy. Don’t let the enemy convince you that the cancer is normal. -AB)
All Sodomites Died When Our Lord Was Born
In a sermon at the Church of Saint Mary of Porciuncula, St. Bonaventure spoke about the miracles that took place at the very moment of the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
The seventh prodigy was the killing of all sodomites to rid the world of this sin against nature and make it more worthy for the One Who is Purity itself.
This action corresponds to the ire of God when he destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah and projects a serious perspective for modern countries that support homosexuality.
All sodomites, men and women, died all over the earth, as Saint Jerome said commenting on the verse Lux orta est iusto [The light was born for the just] (Ps 96:11). This was to make it clear that He [Jesus Christ] was born to reform nature and to promote chastity.
St. Bonaventure, Sermon 21 – In Nativitate Domini, apud Catolicismo, December 1987, p. 3
Atila S. Guimaraes. Vatican II, Homosexuality and Pedophilia. TIA 2004, pp. 27
This Christmas is going to be a joyous one for me because, much to my shame which the Lord has forgiven and to my exceeding joy, I went to Confession and Mass today for the first time since March 2020.
All the diabolical lockdowns we had here meant that my – til then – routine of Sunday Mass and at least monthly confession were broken and I struggled to return.
Last night I prayed with tears to St. Joseph, to whom I’m consecrated, and begged him to perform a miracle and get me to Mass and Confession. I wanted to have the great gift of having sanctifying grace in me again and to receive the Eucharist as a sign of the Lord being reborn in me. And so this morning, I finally got to the Latin Mass and went to Confession during Mass (as the Fathers hold Confession right up to the Consecration) and I went in right after the Creed and made my humble Confession.
I can’t express the peace I got at the words that the Lord Jesus said to me through His priest. He confirmed that He’d never abandoned me even as I had, shamefully, abandoned Him in the Sacraments. And He said, through His priest, “Welcome back”.
I almost cried when I received Holy Communion. It felt like seeing a friend after a long time. After Mass I got some holy water, went to Our Lady to thank her also (as I know she was also involved) and also went to St. Peter, and begged him to end the Antipapacy. Incidentally, the priest used his homily to talk about that piece of apostasy “Fiducia Supplicans” and pretty much rinsed the Vatican and the document and said the Fathers there won’t be blessing sodomy at all!
I’m planning to ONLY attend the Latin Mass and not that other thing. I’ve had it with Modernism and Vatican II. The sooner that excuse of a Council is reduced to an asterisk, the better.
Anyway, I wish you a very happy, merry, and Christ-filled Christmas. Thank you for all you do for Christ and His Church (and for my sanity).
The Fourth Reading from the Second Nocturne of Matins of Christmas.
From the Sermons of Pope St. Leo (the Great)
Dearly beloved brethren, Unto us is born this day a Savior, Luke 2: 11.
Let us rejoice. It would be unlawful to be sad to day, for today is Life’s Birthday; the Birthday of that Life, Which, for us dying creatures, taketh away the sting of death, and bringeth the bright promise of the eternal gladness hereafter. It would be unlawful for any man to refuse to partake in our rejoicing. All men have an equal share in the great cause of our joy, for, since our Lord, Who is the destroyer of sin and of death, findeth that all are bound under the condemnation, He is come to make all free. Rejoice, O thou that art holy, thou drawest nearer to thy crown! Rejoice, O thou that art sinful, thy Saviour offereth thee pardon! Rejoice also, O thou Gentile, God calleth thee to life! For the Son of God, when the fulness of the time was come, which had been fixed by the unsearchable counsel of God, took upon Him the nature of man, that He might reconcile that nature to Him Who made it, and so the devil, the inventor of death, is met and beaten in that very flesh which hath been the field of his victory.
I have written on Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” before, but it has been several years, and I think a recapitulation is in order given current events.
The ARSH 1951 film “Scrooge” starring Alastair Sim is the definitive film version of “A Christmas Carol”. It is traditional viewing for me on Christmas Eve night, and has been since childhood. For those of you with any ties to the Kansas City area, the old independent Channel 41 would show “Scrooge” at 10:00pm on Christmas Eve annually, followed by either Luciano Pavarotti’s ARSH 1978 Christmas concert, or (sigh) the non-Christian Mormon choir singing Christmas Carols.
But “A Christmas Carol” took on a whole new life and depth of meaning for me when, after my in-depth study of Diabolical Narcissism several years ago, I realized that the reason why “A Christmas Carol” is such a compelling story, is because it depicts an all-out miracle. The “transformation” of Ebeneezer Scrooge is nothing less than the supernatural healing of a full-blown Diabolical Narcissist psychopath.
The pre-conversion Scrooge character is a classic DN. He is a cerebral narcissist – highly successful in his profession, a miser, caring for nothing but “his work” – which just happens to be usury (Usury? In London? Nooo….), sitting alone in his room every night, lovelessly single, devoid of human empathy, haughty, critical and disdainful of everyone and everything, looking down on and actively resentful of normal, loving people – embodied by his clark, whom he psychologically abuses, Bob Cratchit, and his family.
Love, joy, gratitude and generosity disgust and enrage Scrooge. He hates occasions of happiness, and actively seeks to disrupt and destroy them, especially holidays. The people around him walk on eggshells to his face – but either pity or dislike him behind his back. In the “Ghost of Christmas Future” act, Scrooge is genuinely surprised to discover that almost everyone is glad that he is dead – the exception being Bob Cratchit himself, the most direct recipient of Scrooge’s abuse. Bob Cratchit is thus a metaphor for Christ.
Not only does “A Christmas Carol” firmly establish in its opening act the total lovelessness of Scrooge, the total self-purgation of all charity from his soul, but it even shows HOW IT HAPPENED, and the exact moment when Scrooge made the conscious choice to expel all love from his soul and to never love again.
That moment happens when young Scrooge’s beloved sister, Fan, dies in childbirth. Ebeneezer Scrooge’s mother, it is revealed, also died in childbirth, and Scrooge’s father blamed him for her death, and “never forgave him”, abusing him, and them sending him away. As is so common, Scrooge, already wounded, repeated the very error of his father and blamed Fan’s newborn infant son for her death. Even worse, Scrooge, whether implicitly or explicitly, also declared war on God – Love Himself – by rejecting love and consciously emptying himself of it. The very moment of this decision is shown at the 32:54 timestamp.
The other point here which is TOTALLY lost on the modern world is the fact that EBENEEZER is quite possibly the most HEBREW name ever, and that EVERYONE understood when Dickens wrote the book that Scrooge was one of the many JEWISH USURERS in London. So, this story isn’t merely about the healing of the heart of a miserable old narcissist, A Christmas Carol is the story of the miraculous conversion to Christianity of a JEW.
The story closes with the words, “And it was always said that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge.”
That, friends, means that Ebeneezer Scrooge, an ethnic Jew and atheist (as almost all ethnic Jews today are), received baptism and became a believing Christian. It is left to the reader to understand that the Cratchit Family were his “sponsors” in this. It is also obliquely implied at the beginning of the story that Scrooge’s nephew, Fred, married a Christian girl – “it was the making of me”, and thus invites Scrooge to their home for Christmas dinner.
So, if you can spare the time this year, do sit down and watch this, and see if the “Christmas morning” scene wherein Scrooge is miraculously healed of his Diabolical Narcissism, and radiates genuine love and joy, doesn’t pack a bit more of a punch. Because for a Diabolical Narcissist psychopath to be thus healed is a greater miracle than levitation, bilocation, or most any other physical miracle.
A Merry Christmas to one and all! God bless you, everyone!
This day you shall know that the Lord will come, and save us: and in the morning you shall see His glory.
I made the best chocolate and peanut butter chip cookies I’ve ever made in the new kitchen in the proverbial Van Down By the Crick just now. The oven is great. Every oven is different, and mine’s a winner. Whew!
Tomorrow morning the liturgical marathon begins! St. Joseph and the Blessed Virgin are almost to Bethlehem!
