This SPIN magazine article from ARSH 1989 is a fascinating read that is today credited with ending “death by AZT”, orchestrated by Fauci.

You will notice an abundance of eerily similar keywords and phrases and situations.

Fauci should have had his licensure pulled and faced criminal charges thirty years ago. Instead, he is now repeating what he did in the 1980s, except on a global scale with a common cold virus….

If AIDS were not the popular disease that it is — the money-making and career-making machine — these people could not get away with this kind of shoddy science,” says Bialy. “In all my years in science I have never seen anything this atrocious.” When asked if he thought it was at all possible that people have been killed as a result of AZT poisoning rather than AIDS he answered: “It’s more than possible.”

August 17, 1989: The government has announced that 1.4 million healthy, HIV antibody-positive Americans could “benefit” from taking AZT, even though they show no symptoms of disease. New studies have “proven” that AZT is effective in stopping the progression of AIDS in asymptomatic and early ARC cases. Dr. Fauci, the head of NIH, proudly announced that a trial has been going on for “two years” had “clearly shown” that early intervention will keep AIDS at bay. Anyone who has antibodies to HIV and less than 500 T-4 cells should start taking AZT at once, he said. That is approximately 650,000 people. 1.4 million Americans are assumed HIV antibody-positive, and eventually all of them may need to take AZT so they don’t get sick, Fauci contended.

The leading newspapers didn’t seem to think it unusual that there was no existing copy of the study, but rather a breezy two-page press release from the NIH. When SPIN called the NIH asking for a copy of the study, we were told that it was “still being written.”

Like most psychopath grifter con-artist arch-criminals, Anthony Fauci has one core con that he runs over and over again. After all, if your con keeps working, and there are zero consequences, why change your scam?

I know there are a lot of videos going around, but this one is worth the time. This Canadian doctor, pathologist, and executive delivers one of the most intense warnings I’ve yet seen with a profound gravitas and urgency. Watch and share.

If you’re not aware of it, a Danish professional soccer player had a heart attack and dropped like a rag in the middle of a match a couple of days ago. They had to do CPR and compressions on him right on the soccer pitch in front of the entire stadium. He survived, but the media in Europe is doing circus-level contortions to avoid saying what everyone knows: these soccer players, traveling internationally within the EU for away games, have almost certainly been recently injected with the DeathJab – which has clear cardiac and blood clotting risks.

Cardiac damage, chronic blood clotting, infertility. And we haven’t even hit the Fall 2021 cold and flu season. Will the imbeciles injected with the DeathJab go into cytokine storm as soon as their permanently altered immune systems are confronted with standard seasonal cold and flu viruses?

-90% human population reduction within a matter of a few decades as the openly stated goal of the oligarchs running the post-Christian west.

-Megalomaniacal psychopath eugenicists, a few of which are involved in the literal cult worship of Satan.

-An apostate Christendom that has descended into a cult of sodomy, pedophilia and child sacrifice that would have made Sodom and Gomorrah blush.

-An apostate Antipope sitting in Rome, actively building an obvious Freemasonic-Sodomite Antichurch while tirelessly trying to destroy the True Church from within, openly in bed with and actively supporting everything outlined above.

“Apostasy from the top…”

“Entire nations will be annihilated…”

“When all seems totally lost, my Immaculate Heart will triumph…”

Stay confessed. Crawl over broken glass (or sit in an annex) to be present at the Holy Sacrifice. As the Iconostasis and Rood Screens used in all Catholic Churches for many, many centuries and to this day prove, being present at the Holy Sacrifice is NOT about having a direct, line-of-sight view of the altar. It’s about going to Calvary and being at Calvary, even if you don’t get a proverbial “front row seat”.

Dear Miss Ann Barnhardt,

Greetings in Christ JESUS on the feast of His Most Sacred HEART!

I have been following you for years–since you boldly burned the Koran, that accursed book of the Muslims, with the brilliantly ironic and iconic bacon bookmarks! You have had my admiration from that moment onward.

I have been wanting to tell you this for years but I did not do so because I really thought my experience would be dismissed by you based on things you had mentioned in your podcasts. It took one of your posts to prompt and provoke me to say something to you. When you stated “St. Peter’s Basilica is likely a hell mouth” that really struck me as true based on my own experience. I have also grown in my own confidence to “own” my own experience and to be able to share my story despite what others may or may not think or how they may or may not dismiss or disqualify my experience as somehow “stupid” or “illegitimate”.

When I was an ignorant, foolish, and very emotionally immature Novus Ordo American seminarian of 21 years I was seduced by a high ranking member of the clergy in the Eternal City. This admission comes with a lot of shame because on one hand I fully acknowledge that I was a grown-ass man when this happened to me, objectively capable of resisting the seduction of this influential man; however, with time, I have realized that inside I was just a boy and that I was victimized, preyed upon, and exploited precisely because of my immaturity. Yes, I will admit that I was a “vulnerable adult” however stupid that term may sound to a person. And so, I realize both that I am a victim but I also am complicit in this ecclesiastical crime.

He must have been a serial offender because he recognized my need for fatherly affection and attention and began grooming me as soon as we had met. All of the signs that I should stay away from this cleric were as clear as day (in hindsight) but my refusal to trust my intuition, the clear data set right in front of my eyes, and my own common sense led me toward the edge of destruction.

I had always craved that time and attention this member of the clergy was more than willing to bestow upon me, plus I thought he was so cool because he knew so much about this exciting city I had only ever read about. Something he sarcastically said to me on our second meeting after he had treated me to a delicious Italian Sunday brunch should have made me run for the hills: “Go to Rome, lose your faith.” Later on I have also heard different variations such as “When you see Rome, you will lose your faith.” Some attribute this phrase to Martin Luther. I am not sure the origin, but thinking about it and reflecting on it with all of the information I have now accumulated ad nauseam about the corruption in the Roman Church and in churches and governments the world over, I am convinced that this was the voice of the devil who has taken up his infernal throne in the Eternal City once sanctified by the venerable blood of holy Apostles, Saints Peter and Paul.

Back to the story: on our third or fourth meeting he picked me up and was driving me around. I was thinking a mentor type man was interested in me as a person. He asked me if I wanted to go to his apartment and I said I didn’t have any preferences. He asked me again, so I said it would be okay to go to his apartment (naively thinking it was the same apartment I had already been to that was attached to the school and church he was assigned to). Instead he took me to his secret apartment in Trastevere. I thought it was odd but I just kept autocorrecting, so to speak, all of my gut instincts inside my mind and body because why should I be concerned about a cleric in Rome? Why would he not be trustworthy, right? “I am just hanging out with one of the elites in Rome!” No big deal. I kept telling myself this and believing it.

Once we got to the apartment we sat down on his couch. Chatted for a bit. He asked me if I wanted something to drink. I asked for some water. He asked again and I said I would just take some water. Instead he brought out some strawberry type of liquor that he asked me to try. Just having turned 21 and being in a European country I was still eager to try any alcoholic beverage that was offered to me, so I tried it. Me and my puritanical American ways of thinking we’re making me way too suspicious, I thought, and I just needed to let go and live like an Italian. The beverage was good. He then gave me another shot glass full of this beverage. By the time I had finished my second glass, all of the sudden, the next thing I knew he was kissing me. I was totally and utterly shocked that some other man was kissing me and a Catholic cleric at that! The feeling I had at that moment, which felt like an out-of-body experience, was so horrible that I do not wish it upon my worst enemy. In a single instant my Faith was shattered and I was left completely disoriented and detached from any reference to reality and slightly intoxicated to boot. After things had turned overtly sexual, reality hit. I realized I was late for my community Mass. I was silent. He drove me back to my residence. I felt completely vacuous like I had a lobotomy.

I was disconnected from GOD, disconnected from myself, disconnected from the Church, disconnected from my community, disconnected from family and friends, and disconnected from everything I had ever known. I felt a need to reach out to this evil man again and at the same time an utter disgust for him and for myself. I told myself I could never be a priest and I never ever wanted to be a priest like this man. Yet, he was the only one who “was there for me” at this time (even though I knew this was a lie I was telling myself). Who could I reach out to? Who would understand? HOW could I have let this happen? Why was this happening in such a holy place? I thought these types of scandals had all been taken care of in the early 2000’s! Why did GOD allow this to happen? Why did I let this happen? I felt I had to do something but I knew I was entrapped. I reached out to him again. We carried on a sexual relationship for the rest of that semester with him acting as a type of sugar daddy to me and I felt that I was on the edge of suicide the entire time.

I told one of my friends back home in the USA over the phone. His compassion and concern was the only thing that grounded me enough to keep me from throwing myself off a Roman bridge into the Tiber or kill myself in some other way. I eventually told one of my friends in the seminary who was with me in Rome and he only got mad at me and then acted as though I never told him. No help.

During one of our meetings I told this evil clergyman who I was carrying on this sinful relationship with that I never wanted to be a priest and he was honestly confused why I had come to this conclusion. I told him that good priests do not do things like this. He then told me at one point he also wanted to be a good priest, but then he went to Rome. He told me in Rome he became a secretary to a Cardinal who introduced him to this sort of lifestyle. I found it so odd that he admitted this to me. Was it the truth? Was it a lie? Another way to manipulate me? His story gave me some insight into the possible profundity of the wickedness in which I had found myself. On a later occasion I had asked him if he did this sort of thing to some of the other young men in his care and he said that he didn’t because that would be too risky. Apparently ensnaring me was a “safe option” for him because I was degrees removed from him ever getting caught, even though I am certain his “maids” (for lack of a better term) knew what he was up to since they always cleaned up after him.

On another occasion, he revealed to me that he had been promoted within the Church while we were carrying on this way. It was after he had been gone for a certain length of time. I asked him where he had been and he said he’d been to the beach with some other guys then looked at me devilishly and he said, “I’m no angel.” He showed me his new pectoral cross. I took it out of the box and held it in my hands…and felt like a truly evil man myself. How did I become this evil? Why am I in this situation holding this man’s pectoral cross? Why have I sold my birthright to be some sort of perverted servant of a man who cared nothing for me or for the Church whom he was supposed to serve?!? How did I find myself living this double life? I hated it. I hated him. I hated me. I felt even tempted to hate GOD for allowing me to come to such a wretched place in life… Where was GOD in any of this? What was wrong with this Church that I had given everything to which had betrayed me so thoroughly? I was caught up in a vampiric relationship with a Judas priest.

Finally toward the end of the semester this foolish and evil man left Rome for the first part of the summer. I felt it was an opportunity for me to do the right thing and tell someone about this awful man and about my awful behavior with this man. I did not know much about anything at that point, but I knew without a doubt that I never wanted this man to do this type of thing to anyone else ever again–especially a child! I announced that I was leaving seminary. My rector told me he had never been so concerned about one of the seminarians under his care based on the reports he was getting about me. I just nervously laughed it off and evaded the comment.

Maybe I could do the right thing despite myself? I was clueless on how to proceed. I was in mortal combat with myself. I told my spiritual director who gave me very very little direction–so little I cannot even recall what he said, honestly, which was disappointing. I told my formator in Rome. He was politely upset. He gave me little guidance but told me he would try to communicate with people and see what he could do but he was occupied, it seemed, with his own agenda. (Years later he told me he had prevented this cleric from being a spiritual leader of a certain community of young men and women which is good news, all things considered, I suppose).

After I had missed other possible opportunities to try to seek out the help I needed, I literally started asking Religious on the streets of Rome about where a person could go to get help with an issue of priestly sex abuse. I was directed to The Congregation for the Oriental Churches in Rome (near the Vatican) because of the affiliation this cleric had with one of the Eastern Rite churches. So I wrote a long letter detailing the situation and visited the offices of this congregation three times. Surely I could finally meet with clerics who cared about me and about the Church of JESUS Christ and they could take care of business and help rid the church of this corruption! The third time I visited someone finally met with me and told me that there was nothing that they could do, no one they could direct me to, and that this issue was of little importance to them. I was devastated. I thought surely I could get SOME kind of help being in the very heart and capital of the Catholic Church. Yet again, my naivete was showing. Right afterwards I remember spending hours sitting right by the obelisk right in the middle of Saint Peter’s Piazza just sobbing. I was at the heart of the Catholic Church and I had never felt so helpless and hopeless.

In desperation, the semester having ended, me being officially an “ex-seminarian” without a place to stay and having run out of money with a few weeks to go before my flight back home, I sought refuge in a monastery. They graciously welcomed me with their kind hospitality. During this time I could not even pray because I felt so hurt and betrayed by GOD. I decided I would only pray for help from Mary, my mother, because at least I did not feel betrayed by her. However, I could not even get myself to pray the Rosary so I just walked and held onto the Rosary as if I was holding Mary’s hand.

It was during this time of complete brokenness that I encountered the Traditional Latin Mass for the first time, not even knowing what I was encountering, without any coercion or argumentation or explanation, but just The Mass of the Ages in its simple, confident, modest, glorious, and pristine beauty. It pierced my very wounded and broken heart. It was precisely because of my wounded heart and my complete exhaustion with the Novus Ordo church hierarchy that I was able to listen with “the ear of my heart” to the voice of the LORD in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. I found it odd and compelling. I found it curious and confounding. Every day for two weeks I would attend this Traditional Latin Mass that the monastery offered and it was there that I encountered the Living and True GOD but there were still so many questions that were left unanswered on every conceivable level…

I arrived back in the USA and waited a year and told an influential priest that I knew back in my home diocese about the incident that happened to me in Rome. He communicated what I had told him to the bishop of the diocese at the time. We jointly composed a letter to send to the Patriarch of the Eastern Rite Church that had jurisdiction over this cleric in Rome. Nothing was ever done. No response. I don’t know exactly what that awful man is up to now but nothing changed for years and I have reason to believe that nothing has changed even now.

God bless you, Miss Ann. You have my support and prayers. Thanks for all you do for Christ JESUS and His Church! Persevere.

Truly yours in The Most Sacred and Eucharistic HEART of JESUS,

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Watch this clip from Good Morning America as they frantically try to convince the muzzled dhimmi sheep that one of the three most important drugs in the world (the PIA Triumvirate is Penicillin, Ivermectin and Aspirin), with over 3.7 billion human doses is “dangerous”, and “ineffective“. Watch this conscienceless witch sit there and lie with not the slightest compunction.

Get your Ivermectin now, because orders have come down from the New World Order that Ivermectin WILL NOT be permitted to derail their Covidic cult and totalitarian putsch. If they’re talking about it on the brain-dead morning agitprop shows, you know they’re scared, and Ivermectin is getting serious traction.

Today is the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. A few thoughts on the Sacred Heart, and the Law.

A.  A mercy that springs forth from the wild and often detrimental technological progress curve of the past 100 years is the confirmation of all manner of things regarding Our Lord and His Holy Church.  Specifically today I am reminded of the fact that science has now confirmed that in all of the Eucharistic miracles which have been confirmed as genuine and involved a Consecrated Host turning fleshy, the Flesh in every instance, upon testing, is from a human male, blood type AB, and the flesh is ENDOCARDIUM, that is, INTERIOR HEART WALL.

The Sacred Heart of Jesus is not a syrupy platitude. It is a physical reality, and moreover, it is a physical reality present at every valid Mass.  The Eucharist literally, physically IS the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

B.  The Gradual of the Mass for the Feast of The Sacred Heart is from Psalm 24: 8-9

“The Lord is sweet and righteous: therefore He will give a Law to sinners in the way. He will guide the mild in judgment: He will teach the meek His ways.”

If you have watched the big Diabolical Narcissism video, you will probably remember the “three rules for things you NEVER say to a DN”. They are:

1.  Never tell a DN that you love them.  This makes you a target for soul murder (that is, scandalize you unto spiritual death and ultimately damnation).
2. Never tell a DN what makes you happy or what you are grateful for.  They will take away these things as part of their campaign to murder your soul.
3. Never tell a DN that they have hurt you.  They will use your confirmation of the success of their tactics to hurt you again, and to hurt you harder the next time.

Now, going back to the Psalm verse above, we are reminded of what The Law – that which Antipope Jorge Bergoglio rails against constantly – actually is. Read this over and over again until you get it:

The Law is God Almighty telling us what actions of ours HURT HIM AND WOUND HIS SACRED HEART.

The Law is God basically pleading with us to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE NOT do these certain things, because these things break His Heart, and all He wants is to love us and be loved by us. So, in order for the relationship to work, we need to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE NOT do these specific things, and if we do, we need to stop doing them, repent, confess, and be contrite. Because when we hurt ourselves, it breaks His Heart.

Think about this in terms of relationships between men.  Doesn’t it make sense that if someone – friend, family member, spouse, coworker, even a stranger on the street, is doing something to hurt us, we want to TELL THEM so that they will understand the gravity and consequence of their actions and STOP so that we can continue the relationship in peace, whether that peace is the peace between spouses or the peace between strangers on the street?

But more importantly, any MORALLY SANE PERSON, that is, a person who is NOT a Diabolical Narcissist/Sociopath/Psychopath WANTS TO KNOW if something they are doing is hurting, much less murdering the soul, of another person SO THAT THEY CAN STOP DOING IT. When the person is someone that we love, how much more do we want to tell them, “Please, please, please don’t do X, because you hurt me profoundly when you do X.”

Do not confuse this for the Social Justice Warrior “triggering” and “micro-aggression” nonsense.  The presumption here is normal, human sanity. (How sad that I have to even state this….)

Psycho-spiritually sane people do NOT prowl throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.   Diabolical Narcissists do.  Remember, exactly like demons, they invert everything.

So God, knowing everything, and being pure, infinite LOVE, “breaks” the three rules above, and does it knowing exactly what He is in for in doing so. This is why the image of The Sacred Heart is oftentimes Jesus, literally holding his Heart in His hand, offering it to us, showing it to us, completely exposing it to us.  It is total, complete, infinite vulnerability.

NonVeni Mark found this bombshell:

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Mystery solved: Why did Merck disavow its own drug, Ivermectin, as a safe and effective treatment for the Covid?

https://www.businesswire.com/news/home/20210609005142/en/Merck-Announces-Supply-Agreement-with-U.S.-Government-for-Molnupiravir-an-Investigational-Oral-Antiviral-Candidate-for-Treatment-of-Mild-to-Moderate-COVID-19

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And here is a commentary on the CDC’s upcoming June 18 emergency meeting on skyrocketing auto-immune heart inflammation, especially in young people. Remember, folks, cataclysmic population reduction is the top-level agenda of the New World Order/Antichurch. And of Satan, their leader.

I wonder if the Chinese Communist Party will sell healthy hearts harvested from Uyghurs to American Covidiots that need heart transplants? Of course they will.

Petrine OFFICE:  

The Petrine Office (munus) is a state of BEING.  Joseph Ratzinger IS the Pope.  George Washington WAS the first President of the United States.  When Queen Elizabeth dies, Prince Charles WILL BE the King of England.  In order to resign an OFFICE, one must resign BEING the Officeholder.  One cannot resign an Office by declaring that one will no longer exercise a specific activity that derives from that Office.  One cannot resign the Presidency by declaring that one will no longer exercise the duties of Commander in Chief, but will continue to come to the White House every day, be called “Mr. President”, deliver the State of the Union address, and issue Presidential pardons.

Petrine MINISTRY:

The Petrine Ministry (ministerium) is a collection of ACTIVITIES that are derivative of the Petrine Office.  The exercise of the Petrine Ministry (sometimes called “Petrine FUNCTION” by the Teutonic Theological Academy) is NOT required in order to hold the Petrine Office.  We know this from logic, because a man who is stricken with illness (as most men are at the end of life), in a coma (as Pope JPII was in the hours after he was shot), or imprisoned (as numerous Popes have been) and are thus totally incapable of carrying out the MINISTERIAL ACTIVITIES of the Papacy, such as teaching, legislating, adjudicating and presiding, DO NOT LOSE THEIR OFFICE.  It is impossible – IMPOSSIBLE – to argue honestly that “Office” and “Ministry” are synonymous, MOST ESPECIALLY IN THE LEGAL SENSE, because the two words belong to two completely different categories: BEING (office), and DOING (ministry).  This is why Canon 332.2 explicitly states that a Papal resignation MUST resign the MUNUS, which is at its root simply a recapitulation of the Natural Law (aka COMMON SENSE). Saying, “I’m not going to answer the phone anymore, I’ll stand aside so someone else can do that, but I’ll still be here…” is NOT resigning. In the case of the Papacy, no valid resignation, NO VALID CONCLAVE POSSIBLE. Period.

Scathing. And not for the faint of heart. Maybe some in the readership might not understand what is now de rigueur in public schools in most places, and what is being done to your grandchildren and nieces and nephews. It is probably the most satanic cultural milieu that has ever existed. Sodom and Gomorrah probably never did anything close to what Americans are doing to their children.

Here’s a quote, and folks, this is a completely SECULAR piece. Dare we call this a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel? Calling The Pill “the most dangerous gateway drug…”?

Birth Control: The Most Dangerous Gateway Drug

Fentanyl and heroin are super bad for you, but the good news is, they’ll kill you right away. Birth control may only cause functional brain damage and depression, requiring a lifetime of other medical interventions.

Click here to read.