The Standard of Schism is Unity With the Pope, NOT Unity With the Majority

When discussing the Bergoglian Antipapacy, one of the arguments one hears frequently from the Bergoglian apologists and the #ShutUpYoureInsane contingent in an effort to quash the discussion itself is, “What difference does it make?”  This is generally followed by accusations of “insanity”.

Well, who is and who is not the Pope is of gargantuan importance because unity with the Pope is the defining standard of Schism.  Here is Canon 751:

“CANON 751: Schism is the withdrawal of submission to the Supreme Pontiff or from communion with the members of the Church subject to him.”

Note that the horizontal unity with others is defined in terms of the Pope as well – “members of the Church subject to HIM.”

The Petrine See is THE STANDARD of unity/schism with Jesus Christ and His One Holy Church.  Therefore, it is clearly LOGICALLY NECESSARY that the Petrine See be specially and uniquely supernaturally attached – let’s use the imagery of welding here – to the Church Triumphant, and thus to the Triune Godhead Himself.

The Holy Ghost “welds” the Petrine Office to Himself, and the filler metal used in the weld is nothing less than the Word of Our Lord in the Petrine Promise: “And I say to thee: That thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build My Church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.”  “But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and thou, being once converted, confirm thy brethren.”

“So shall my Word be, which shall go forth from My mouth: it shall not return to me void, but it shall do whatsoever I please, and shall prosper in the things for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55: 11.

So, the Holy Ghost, who proceeds from the Father and the Son, by the Word of the Son, attaches and binds the Petrine Office to Himself such that unity with Peter is the standard of unity with the Triune Godhead Himself in the Church Militant.  Whether a human being alive on earth is “in” or “out” is a function NOT of horizontal unity with other people in and of themselves, but of unity with Peter and his See, which is the VISIBLE head of the Church Militant.

Let’s build an image of this using our welding metaphor so that we can better understand what schism is.  God is infinitely “big”, so there is nothing in the universe that can be an adequate metaphorical representation of Him, but the device that pops into my mind is a monolith – a rectangular prism.  Let’s envision God for the purposes of this exercise as a solid metal monolith whose width is equal to that of our galaxy, and whose height is double that.  So… big. 600,000,000,000,000,000 (six hundred quadrillion) miles wide, and 1,200,000,000,000,000,000 (one point two quintillion) miles tall.

Now let’s build an image of us – human beings.  Let’s say that each human being, including the Pope, is represented by a single atom of iron.  1.3 billion atoms of iron together would form a particle so small as to be invisible to the human eye.  Consider that each cell in your body, visible only under a microscope, contains approximately 100 trillion atoms.  We’re talking only 1.3 billion atoms.

Now, let’s consider the single atom that is the Pope.  Let’s envision that one atom being “welded” by God Himself onto Himself – the Monolith whose dimensions are 2 Milky Way galaxies tall by 1 Milky Way galaxy wide. The other 1.3 billion atoms all gather around the one atom that has been welded to the Monolith, but the 1.3 billion atoms are NOT welded to the monolith and are free to drift away.  Only the Pope atom is welded to the Monolith by the Petrine Promise.

You now have an allegorical image of the Church Militant (the 1.3 billion atoms), the Papacy (the Pope atom welded to the Monolith by the Petrine Promise), and the Triune Godhead (the Monolith). In order for the 1.3 billion atoms to be in unity with the Monolith, and KNOW that they are in unity with the Monolith, which is so big relative to them that they can’t directly perceive it, they have to be in unity with the one Pope atom, which is visibly perceptible to them, which they know in turn is welded to the Monolith.

Now, what if the Pope atom is threatened, and/or despairs, and mistakenly declares that he is going to partially quit, and that there will now be other atoms welded to the Monolith at the same time?

Does the Monolith break the weld? No.

Does the Monolith weld another atom to itself so that there are now TWO atoms welded?  No.

But among the 1.3 billion atoms, almost all mistakenly declare themselves in unity with one atom who is NOT welded to the Monolith, and thus start drifting out into space, farther and farther from the Monolith.  All of the 1.3 billion atoms, save a few hundred, drift away from the Monolith following and declaring themselves in union with the unwelded atom.

Canon Law, and specifically in this case Canon 188, is part of the weld.  To carry on our imperfect analogy, and if you know anything about welding, you might think of Canon Law as being like the Flux, that PROTECTS the weld.  Canon 188 protects the Pope and the Church Militant by making coercion impossible (because the very act of trying to coerce a Pope to resign renders any attempted resignation invalid), makes it impossible for the Pope’s own substantial error (such as declaring that he only partially resigned and that he fundamentally transformed the Papacy into a collegial, synodal office) to break the weld, and even makes it impossible for a Pope to lose his office by accepting a bribe (simony) thus making it impossible to bribe a Pope out of office.

These protections of the “weld” of the Pope to the Petrine Office and thus the Monolith are derivative of the Natural and Divine Law, and thus even the Pope, the Supreme Lawgiver amongst the Church Militant, is subject to them.

Now here is the question: Who is in schism?  Are the few hundred atoms still huddled around the inactive yet still-welded-to-the-Monolith Pope atom in schism?  Or are the 1.3 billion atoms  trailing off en masse after some demon-worshipping sodo-mason in a white polyester cassock in schism?

Obviously the 1.3 billion atoms are in schism, EVEN THOUGH TO THEIR PERCEPTION THEY HAVE CREATED THEIR OWN MONOLITH.  The standard of schism is NOT unity with the majority or mob.  The standard of schism is unity with the Monolith through unity with the Pope atom that is welded to the Monolith, by the Monolith.  So even though there are only a few hundred atoms left huddled around the Pope atom, who has quit the active ministry but remains welded to the Monolith whether he likes it or not, and despite the fact that 1.3 billion other atoms have drifted away and huddled around an atom who claims to be a Pope atom, and are accusing the few hundred atoms still huddled around the silent Pope atom, still welded to the Monolith, the 1.3 billion atoms are in schism from the few hundred.  NOT the other way around.

“You are in schism with us!  We are 1.3 billion! We have the numbers! What do you have, you pathetic few hundred fools!”

”We have the Monolith.”

”Shut up! You’re INSANE!”

I have gone through this metaphorical exercise because I get the strong sense that MANY people out there are thinking about schism in terms of human numbers, and not in terms of Truth, which is to say GOD.  I think that the default assumption is that the smaller numbered group is, by definition, in schism from the bigger numbered group.  This is false.  It is using the wrong standard.  The standard is TRUTH. Numbers are irrelevant, because TRUTH is an INFINITE BEING.  For a culture that has revolved around and defined itself by democracy (cough, Americanism, cough) as the post-Christian west has, the notion of there being anything above the will of the majority is “abhorrent”.

This is why the TRUTH of who the Pope is and is not is so incredibly important, and can’t be blown off with cries of “What difference, at this point, does it make?”

In the big video presentation I went through a list of interesting manifestations by Bergoglio that imply that he is not the Pope, including:

-Referring to himself as “the Bishop of Rome”
-Refusing to wear the Mozzetta and other Papal garb
-Refusing to live in the Apostolic Palace or use Castel Gandolfo
-Waving, not blessing
-Retaining his Argentine citizenship and passport, even though the Pope is the Sovereign Monarch of the Vatican City State
–Refusing to answer the Dubia

To this we should add this quote from Antipope Bergoglio in ARSH 2016:

“It is not to be excluded that I will enter history as the one who split the Catholic Church.”

This is another example of the Divine Providence working such that even the wicked and the malefactors STILL can’t help but proclaim the truth.

I think it is absolutely true that Antipope Bergoglio will go down in history as the man who schismed The Church.  But here is what we have to remember:

IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR A VALID POPE TO SCHISM THE CHURCH, BECAUSE THE POPE IS HIMSELF THE STANDARD OF SCHISM.

The Pope is welded to the Church by the Holy Ghost by the words of the Petrine Promise.  A valid Pope cannot cause schism, because he can’t schism from himself. As Sister Lucia put it, “Where Peter is, there is The Church… he who is not with the Pope is not with God, and who desires to be with God must be with the Pope.”

So, for Bergoglio to say that he could go down in history as the man who schismed the Church is an unwitting admission on his part that he is NOT the visible standard of unity, and that he is ontologically capable of doing that which is impossible for any real, valid Pope to do – schism the Church.

Therefore, who the Pope is, is of the highest, gravest importance and CANNOT be ignored, swept under the rug, or effeminately kicked down the road “for future generations to figure out.”

Further, appeals to the “numerical strength” of factions is laughable when one fully understands and acknowledges that God is infinite, and only He is the standard of Truth.

Metaphysics is not a democracy. Logic is not a democracy.

The Monolith laughs at the self-referential atoms as they chant to themselves, “Le Monolithe, c’est nous!”

I hope this helps.

St. Athanasius, pray for us.
St. Eusebius, pray for us.

And since we have been talking about monoliths, here is the Monolith Theme Song, “Also Sprach Zarathustra” by Strauss.

Guess which one is Catholic.

Guess which one is Catholic.

In ARSH 1883, the New York Times reported that Sitting Bull was baptized into the Catholic Church.

ROMANS 9: 25-26

As in Osee He saith: I will call that which was not My people, My people; and her that was not beloved, beloved; and her that had not obtained mercy, one that hath obtained mercy.
And it shall be, in the place where it was said unto them, You are not My people; there they shall be called the sons of the Living God.

Sicut in Osee dicit : Vocabo non plebem meam, plebem meam : et non dilectam, dilectam : et non misericordiam consecutam, misericordiam consecutam.Et erit : in loco, ubi dictum est eis : Non plebs mea vos : ibi vocabuntur filii Dei vivi.

Hosea 2: 23-24

And I will sow her unto Me in the earth, and I will have mercy on her that was without mercy.  And I will say to that which was not My people: Thou art My people: and they shall say: Thou art My God.

Et seminabo eam mihi in terra, et miserebor ejus quae fuit Absque misericordia. Et dicam Non populo meo : Populus meus es tu; et ipse dicet : Deus meus es tu.

Go Clean Up the Kitchen, You Stupid, Stupid Woman (reprint on the Feast of St. Martha)

(I was reminded at Mass today on this the feast of St. Martha of domestic happiness, and this piece which I wrote for The Remnant Newspaper a few years back.  It was wildly popular when it was first published, with only a handful of women griping about it.  Most women loved it, and for many it brought back happy memories of their own mothers and/or grandmothers, busily and lovingly taking care of the business of the household.  We know St. Martha must have been a stupendous hostess, as today’s Gospel specifically states that Our Lord availed Himself of her (and her siblings’) hospitality FREQUENTLY.  It also reminded me that I should watch one of my favorite movies tonight – “Marty”.)

I have had this piece in the back of my mind for some time, and have even run the title and general gist of it past a few people, all of whose eyes sparkled like the transporter beam of the Enterprise-A upon hearing it.

Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, I lived in a large, shared house built in the 1920s with a male friend.  I had the master bedroom suite, and thus my own private bathroom, and everything was completely on the up-and-up.  Fear not, gentle readers.  I shall not be scandalizing you with tales of ribaldry – no “accompanying body-to-body” going on, to use one of FrancisChurch’s creepier turns of phrase.  It was an excellent use of the property, and very frugal and affordable.  And, yes, I certainly preferred to live with males, from both the security as well as a domestic tranquility standpoint.

In this particular case, I did, in fact, greatly admire and count as a treasured friend the male housemate, and no matter what great adventure I had been on in those heady days of my youth, when my learning curve was near-vertical, and every day seemed an adventure, it was always a pleasure to simply go home.

I have always been a bit of a “foodie”, and would often eat out, arriving home after the “rush hour” in the relatively large and well-equipped house kitchen was over for the evening.  In fact, four out of five dentists surveyed would have guessed that my shelf in the refrigerator, packed with condiments, pickles, recycled glass jars of bacon drippings, and as many bottles of Corona Extra as would fit in the remaining void, was the “man shelf”. And they would have been wrong.  But I digress.

My evening ritual before turning in for the night was, in order, to go into the kitchen, wash and dry any and all dishes and cookware used that day, including the coffee pot, lift the grates off of the gas stovetop and thoroughly clean and polish the stainless steel stovetop, clean the countertops, kitchen table, and stainless steel double basin sink, and finally replace the stove grates and then set upon the perfectly clean stove the small saucepan for my friend to heat his milk for the next morning’s coffee.

Bear in mind, rarely were any of the dishes dirtied by me, as I ate out more often than not.  Further, I was almost never the first in the kitchen in the morning, and was not a ritual morning coffee drinker.  I cleaned the kitchen and set out the next morning’s accouterment not for myself, but for my friend and housemate.  I wanted him to start his day off not with a dirty kitchen, dishes stacked in the sink, and a grease-covered stove, the thought in the back of his mind, “Oh, I’m going to have to clean this kitchen after I get home from work today….”

No. I wanted to give him the smallest of gifts – a little help around the house. And God forgive me, that twenty minutes of quiet, nightly kitchen clean-up, in particular the polishing of the stove and setting out of the saucepan, was the best part of my day. If I were dishonest I would say that something liturgical or some formal prayer was the best part of my day, but it wasn’t.  The silent, spontaneous prayer of thanksgiving that flowed out of my soul as I recalled that day’s events, and how happy I was to be where I was, surrounded by friends, recalling past adventures and making plans for future adventures, and praying for my friend and housemate and his intentions, as I scrubbed grease splatter off of the stove with Ajax grease cutting spray and paper towels – that was the best part of my day.

To this day, if asked to pinpoint my zenith of personal happiness, it has nothing to do with my personal accomplishments in business – my first cattle marketing school, the opening of my brokerage firm, or even my first six-figure month. Nor does it have to do with my reception into the Church, which was more a feeling of relief than anything else.  If you ask me when I felt happy – truly, truly happy – it was when I was cleaning up for a man.  So roll that up real tight in your Virginia Slim cigarette and smoke it, Betty Friedan. It’s almost as if there is some sort of hard-wiring given to us by God – factory-loaded software if you will – nudging us toward our gender-specific vocations that will make us truly happy.

One evening as I was doing the evening tidy-up, my friend and housemate, having eaten his dinner in his room, brought his dishes into the kitchen after I had started cleaning up.  I happily reached out to take his dishes to wash, as I was already standing at the sink washing dishes.  He said, “No, I’ll do it.” And I happily replied, “No, I’m happy to do it.”  Which, as we just covered above, was the understatement of the evening.  At this, he angrily handed me the dishes, growled contemptuously, “You’re SO annoying,” and walked out.

Being human, I was certainly wounded at the revelation that the best part of my day, this small yet concrete act of charity, was a source of annoyance for my friend.  But, I also remembered a book I had read about the life of St. Joseph by the mystic Maria Cecilia Baij.

Baij claimed that the events of the life of St. Joseph were told to her by Our Lord Himself, and I found the book to be most informative and credible.  In it, the Blessed Virgin is described as a meticulous housekeeper, not out of the slightest hint of personal pride, obviously, but out of pure love for Our Lord and St. Joseph.  

Further, I was struck by the realization that Our Lord, who could have miraculously “cleaned” the house for His mother, or summoned angels to do it, let her do it.  Why? Because He wanted her to be happy, and we can only be truly happy when what we do is motivated by love, and what we are doing is proper to our state in life.  She loved St. Joseph because he was one of the finest and most admirable men who has ever lived, and he was her most chaste husband, and she was his wife ever virgin, and she loved Our Lord because He is God, and also her Son.  She who was full of grace, and thus capable of such tremendous love, was, in keeping with her state in life of woman, wife and mother, made truly happy in taking care of and cleaning up after her “Boys”.

After thinking on this, I resolved that I would not stop doing my evening clean-up, and I did until the very end.  I still remember the last night in that house, crying and crying as I polished the stove and set out the saucepan one last time.

Flash forward to today, wherein one of the main focuses of my writing and lecturing is Diabolical Narcissism.  Diabolical Narcissism is the psycho-spiritual driver behind most of the cultural pathologies we see around us today.  Diabolical Narcissism is broadly defined as when a human being, like the fallen angels, freely chooses to purge themselves of all charity, leaving them incapable of love or empathy, and capable of only the demonic emotional palate of anger, hatred, jealousy and fear.  These people are incredibly dangerous to souls as they, like the demons, literally hunt other human beings, attempting to murder not their bodies, but their souls, out of pure spite.

One of the points of nexus I made early on in researching Diabolical Narcissism was that the subset of Marxism commonly called “feminism” is nothing less than the explicit attempt to turn women en masse into Diabolical Narcissists – whereas women have historically comprised less than 20% of the total of Diabolical Narcissists in western populations.  Feminism demands that a woman be totally selfish, and beyond that hate men qua men, hate marriage, and even hate their own children to the point of demanding the state-protected, state-financed ability to premeditatedly murder them.

But where it all began was with the notion that any sort of work performed by a woman around the house was drudgery, a waste of time, an act of patriarchal oppression, even legalized slavery.  Many women today in the post-Christian west are shockingly bad housekeepers, and not just because they are working outside the home.  Many stay-at-home wives and mothers are content to live in squalor, even proud of the fact that they are “sticking it to the man”, boasting of their refusal to clean or inability to cook.

Are we surprised?  As true charity is purged from every corner of our culture, replaced with a self-worshiping narcissistic humanism, is it any wonder that today’s women are simply incapable of understanding how it could possibly be that cleaning the kitchen, doing the laundry, or even that most primordial of caring acts, FEEDING another human being, could possibly make them happy, much less fulfill them as women on this mortal coil?

One of my favorite movies is 1954’s “Marty” starring Ernest Borgnine.  A side plot in the film revolves around two widowed sisters, immigrants from Italy, living in the Bronx.  One widowed sister has just moved in with her son, his new wife and their infant child.  The mother is angry and frustrated with her daughter-in-law because the mother can no longer be the sole housekeeper.  While her behavior toward her daughter-in-law is selfish and wrong, she gives a moving speech to her sister, also a widow but still living in her large family home and taking care of her remaining bachelor son, Marty, about the horror of growing old and not having anyone to take care of, not having anything to do.

To today’s women and girls, this sentiment is incomprehensible.  How could a woman complain, much less fall into a depression, because she doesn’t have to clean up after anyone, doesn’t have to do anyone’s laundry, doesn’t have to cook?  In other words, how can a woman not be overjoyed at having no one to love?

Goodness me, how I do hate feminism with a perfect hatred.

The lesson in all of this is to learn to be animated in our work by the love of God, because then all of our tasks and chores that we perform for others which the world considers menial drudgery at best and horrifically unpleasant at worst, including for perfect strangers, will yield that same happiness that comes from doing something for someone we love personally, be it a spouse, child, family member or friend.  This is called, “sanctity”, and is what drove the centuries of religious who took care of the sick and dying, the destitute poor, and orphans.  They saw Christ in every face.  Even those chores that those of us who are single and live alone do for ourselves can be done for the love of God.  And yes, to this day when I clean my own stove I still pray.  But what I wouldn’t give for just one more night to clean up for my friend, because looking back at my life, that was the closest I ever came to being a normal woman, which is why I was, in retrospect, so happy.

And so, when I hear a woman, especially a woman with a family, complaining about housework using the standard diabolical narcissist feminist boilerplate that we can all recite, all I can think is, “Go clean up the kitchen, you stupid, stupid woman.”

 

Barnhardt Podcast #176: Daddy’s Not an Astronaut

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In this episode, Ann is joined by Non Veni Mark and Dr. Mazza for a rundown of the lastest developments in the Antipapacy, most notably how Charity proceeds from a foundation of Truth, not Truth from Charity. Making up fantasies to explain away absentee fathers only causes heartbreak and scandal when reality is confronted. And reality is ALWAYS eventually confronted. Pray for the Holy Father Pope Benedict, who needs our prayers.

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UPDATED: Cocaine is a helluva drug…

Note that the part in his hair even switches sides. But the big issue is the wild change in physiognomy. It’s the same person. But there is an almost preternatural change in the countenance, a distortion of the features, which is absolutely a textbook effect of demonic involvement. Ask ANY exorcist.