St. Raymond of Penafort was a Dominican who is basically THE father of Canon Law.
So, you can understand why we are especially, especially happy to celebrate his feast today, and beg his intercession, especially for any Canonists named “Raymond” that we might know of….
The Codex that St. Raymond assembled at the behest of Pope Gregory IX was essentially the codex that was in force from ARSH 1234 until the 1917 Code was promulgated.
Apparently, St. Raymond did a pretty good job. 😉
BUT, being the unlettered laywoman that I am, I can’t but be delighted by St. Raymond’s most famous miracle. Now, I want you to just stop and think in stillness about how brilliant and rigorous St. Raymond must have been, and then consider the veracity of what you are about to read. Do you think that a man like Raymond would have permitted a story like what you are about to read to spread like wildfire throughout the world, if it weren’t true? 160 miles in six hours is an average speed of 27 mph. This is a block quote from Wiki: And, just to be sure everyone knows, “Moors” are musloids.
Raymond of Penyafort served as the confessor for KingJames I of Aragon, who was a loyal son of the Church but allowed his lustful desires to shackle him. While on the island ofMajorcato initiate a campaign to help convert the Moors living there, the king brought his mistress with him. Raymond reproved the king and asked him repeatedly to dismiss his concubine. The king refused to do so. Finally, the saint told the king that he could remain with him no longer and made plans to leave for Barcelona. But the king forbade Raymond to leave the island, and threatened punishment to any ship captain who dared to take him. Saint Raymond then said to his Dominican companion, “Soon you will see how the King of Heaven will confound the wicked deeds of this earthly king and provide me with a ship!” They then went down to the seashore where Raymond took off hiscappa(the long black cloak worn by Dominicans over the white tunic and scapular), and spread one end of it on the water while rigging the other end to his walking staff. Having thus formed a miniature mast, Raymond bid the other Dominican to hop on, but his companion, lacking the saint’s faith, refused to do so. Then Raymond bid him farewell, and with the sign of the cross he pushed away from the shore and miraculously sailed away on his cloak. Skirting around the very boats that had forbidden him passage, the saint was seen by scores of sailors who shouted in astonishment and urged him on. Raymond sailed the ~160 miles toBarcelonain the space of six hours, where his landing was witnessed by a crowd of amazed spectators. In awe of this miracle, King James I renounced his evil ways, made penance, and thereafter led a good life.
Yes, Justin Trudeau is seriously Fidel Castro’s son. This isn’t a joke.
Pierre Trudeau started dating Margaret Sinclair in ARSH 1968 when she was 18 and he was the 48 year old Prime Minister of Canada. Margaret Sinclair was psychologically unstable and a sex pervert like Pierre Trudeau, who was also a closet Communist. Trudeau and Sinclair were “swingers” – perverts partaking in orgies, and Trudeau was an enthusiastic cuckold, enjoying watching other men fornicating with his fiancé/wife.
Pierre Trudeau and Margaret Sinclair married in March ARSH 1971 and honeymooned in the Caribbean where they met up with their Communist idol Fidel Castro. Castro, like most Communists, was also a sex pervert and engaged in orgies and cuckoldry with Pierre and Margaret Trudeau ON THEIR HONEYMOON.
Nine months later in December ARSH 1971 Justin “Trudeau” was born.
As anyone can obviously see from the photographs below, Justin Trudeau is Castro’s son. They are nearly identical in physiognomy. It isn’t even debatable.
Also note the attached picture of Pierre and Margaret Trudeau visiting Castro, and Margaret Trudeau’s clear physical intimacy with the mass-murdering Communist Dictator of Cuba.
Yes, in complete seriousness, Justin Trudeau is Fidel Castro’s biological son, and like his father, Trudeau is a Communist dictator and monster, and mass-murderer. Nuremberg 2.0 can’t happen soon enough.
Puts a different spin and urgency on what the Truckers are doing, eh? Pray for the Truckers.
This is Margaret Trudeau looking on with clear satisfaction as father and son are reunited.
CIA agent explains how the government baits and tricks mentally unwell social media users into committing crimes they wouldn’t normally commit pic.twitter.com/QPXEq8jUfh
I admire and appreciate your stubborn, staunch advocacy for the importance of visual beauty, and the power of clothing to convey it. And I will never forget having been struck, around three years ago now, by the utterly unexpected sight of a lowly counter attendant at our local UPS store, a man perhaps in his late thirties, wearing a 1940-style vest and long-sleeved dress shirt complete with sleeve garters.
Ann, I was stunned. This was not a conventionally handsome man — in fact, an unkind person might say that he looked like a stereotypical “nebbish” — but he sure got my attention, and in the very best way. I complimented him on how wonderful he looked, and he seemed startled and shyly appreciative.
A few weeks later, my husband and I happened to be walking near the store and lo and behold, the same fellow was walking down the street with purposeful stride, this time in a beautifully-tailored 1940s-style overcoat, and wearing a fedora! Well. I decided then and there that if I were young again, unattached and ready to settle down, I would want to make THIS gentleman’s acquaintance, just on the basis of his appearance in those clothes (and also, I guess, having seen that he was employed, 😅)
This wafted in gracefully over the transom. This is from a Catholic girls’ high school newspaper in the mid-west from the late 1940’s.
Look upon this and let it sink in that our culture is truly, literally INVERTED.
Teenaged girls today are, as a rule, revolting ugly slobs by their own choice. Beauty is actively, openly despised. Most girls today do not own ONE pretty dress. Not one. The notion that striving to always present oneself beautifully in public – and beauty is OBJECTIVE and REAL, being a constitutive quality of God Himself – is considered hate speech against fat, ugly dykes and really ANY actual females. You do notice that the only acceptable manifestation of “feminine” beauty is now transvestitism; in MEN masquerading as women. The transvestites are completely free to doll themselves up, but an actual woman? No way. Actual women are expected to conform to the cultural embrace of ugliness.
And the notion that we owe it to OTHERS to present ourselves beautifully in public, to put others first by asking ourselves, “Would I want to see me in yoga pants and a t-shirt with bedhead looking like hell? No, so why would I subject others to that? What gives me the right to inflict ugliness upon others?” – the very question is completely incomprehensible to today’s teeming throngs of narcissists.
And folks, this is about EFFORT. Speaking as a rock-solid 4 on the 1-10 scale, I turn heads on the daily NOT because I’m some great beauty. What turns heads in the EFFORT. Just being put-together and dressed in actual clothes; hat, gloves and tasteful and flattering makeup is the shocking sight. That’s it. I’m still physically a 4, but the fact that I fulfill my DUTY in the striving towards beauty actually creates beauty, just as striving for virility creates virility, striving for goodness creates goodness, and ultimately striving for sanctity creates sanctity.
Physical beauty is obviously the most worldly of these qualities, BUT it is therefore also the most readily identifiable, relatable and accessible. So, start there. Showing a fundamental respect of oneself and of others by ALWAYS appearing in public with a SOLID EFFORT towards beauty will lead to higher, non-physical qualities and virtues IF one is so oriented and has a proper, solidly Christian conception and proper ordination of true, objective beauty commensurate with one’s sex.
Also over the transom from a long-time reader (and a VERY spiffy dresser) is this link to the beautiful coat as seen here.
Two years 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 fifth anniversary of 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.
Thank you for your blog posts and videos, many of which I have found very helpful in understanding the current insanity in the Church and the world. I am particularly thankful for your recent posts on clerical celibacy and continence.
In the novus ordo Church, even before Antipope Frankenstein the Merciful, there is a common notion that allowing a priest to be laicized, so he can marry a woman, is a merciful concession to human weakness.
BULL-S***.
I am a priest, I am normal, and I am strongly attracted to women. I can understand the idea that allowing a priest to continue in his ministry after he has fallen into sexual sin (and therefore also sacrilege) with a woman and repented is a merciful concession to human weakness. By the grace of God I have never fallen into such sin as a priest, but I can easily understand how it’s possible.
Laicization and marriage is completely different. Repentance, and therefore true mercy, which requires repentance to be effective, is totally absent. In its place is substituted the cleaning up of a canonically irregular situation. A priest violates his grave obligation of continence by getting it on with a woman, and possibly also violates his obligation of celibacy by invalidly attempting civil marriage with her; and the response of the ecclesiastical authorities is to dispense him from his obligations and allow him to marry her validly in the Church.
Um, no. That doesn’t help. It actually hurts. A lot.
Although it may mean his future copulation with his wife isn’t mortally sinful, it does nothing to purge him of the guilt of his previous mortal sins of fornication, sacrilege, and abandoning his priestly ministry. On the contrary, by receiving a nice signed and sealed rescript from Rome, he is encouraged to believe that he has done the right thing, and is now “right with the Church.”
Of course that’s not true. As alter Christus, he was espoused to the Bride of Christ, and has now abandoned Her for some trull that he found more to his liking. His repentance now will almost require a miracle. He will very probably burn in Hell for all eternity, with the blessing of his bishop and the Pope. And how they will avoid burning in Hell for helping him get there, I don’t know.
My moral theology professor in seminary, Fr. Romanus Cessario, O.P., told us that “A priest who leaves for a woman is the scum of the earth.” I see more and more how right he was. Such priests–and they are many–simply declare that they love copulation more than they love God and His Mother. God have mercy on them.
I wish I could draw some pithy conclusion from this, but I can’t, so I’m going to have a beer, read some P.G. Wodehouse, and go to bed. May God bless you and your work. And may He have mercy on His poor Church.
Warmest wishes to one and all for the happiest and holiest of Christmases. As Tiny Tim said so earnestly, God bless us, everyone.
If you don’t know the three verses to Adeste Fideles in Latin and deep comprehension in English, I seriously recommend learning. Nothing brings Alpha Bravo to misty eyes in church quite like verse three (Ergo qui natus). If there is a tenor or soprano singing above the faithful… I’m toast. 😭😭😭
May the Infant Jesus and the Holy Family bless and keep you all.
Adeste fideles læti triumphantes,
Venite, venite in Bethlehem.
Natum videte
Regem angelorum:
Venite adoremus (3×)
Dominum.
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant!
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him
Born the King of Angels:
O come, let us adore Him, (3×)
Christ the Lord.
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Cantet nunc io, chorus angelorum;
Cantet nunc aula cælestium,
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo,
Venite adoremus (3×)
Dominum.
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of Heaven above!
Glory to God, glory in the highest:
O come, let us adore Him, (3×)
Christ the Lord.
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Ergo qui natus die hodierna.
Jesu, tibi sit gloria,
Patris æterni Verbum caro factus.
Venite adoremus (3×)
Dominum.
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be glory given!
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing!
O come, let us adore Him, (3×)
Christ the Lord.
(Last night was the longest night of the year, peak darkness, and a long-time reader was reminded of this post from a while back, which I happily reprint. –AB ’24)
In looking at deep field images from both the Hubble telescope, and now the considerably more-powerful James Webb Space Telescope (I will always spell the name ‘James Webb’ out, because Webb was rightly and justly insistent upon purging “homosexuals and sex perverts” from the Federal Government as security risks, and thus there is a drive to re-name the telescope, which we should all fight by ALWAYS spelling out the name JAMES WEBB), and it seems to me that the entire sky – which is referred to as “the firmament” in scripture – is SOLID LIGHT.
As our ability to see deeper and deeper into the universe increases at an astounding rate, it is now estimated that there are 2 TRILLION galaxies in “the observable universe” – and as I just mentioned, the definition of “observable” is expanding literally daily. To put that in perspective, there are “only” 100 to 400 billion stars in our Milky Way galaxy.
When we look at these Deep Field images, in which a telescope is pointed at a MINISCULE patch of sky – smaller than a patch of sky that would be covered if you took a single grain of sand and held it up at arms length against the sky – and just open the shutter and let the exposure cook for a few hours (12.5 hours on the latest James Webb Deep Field) or days (22 days for the most famous Hubble Deep Field), what we see is that there are SO MANY GALAXIES, that the sky is essentially a solid three-dimensional tapestry of light – albeit dim, but the whole universe in every direction is a solid mosaic of galaxies, some nearer, some farther.
If I were in charge, I would point the James Webb Space Telescope at a random patch of “the abyss”, open the shutter, and let the exposure cook for… a YEAR. And you know what I suspect we would see? SOLID. LIGHT. I strongly suspect that the “blackness” of the “abyss” of space would be completely eliminated by the light of the galaxies. I think the “blackness” of the “abyss” of space is really just a misunderstanding on our part as human beings – but a misunderstanding that is actually referenced multiple times in scripture:
Psalm 138: 11-12
And I said: Perhaps darkness shall cover me: and night shall be my light in my pleasures.
Et dixi : Forsitan tenebrae conculcabunt me; et nox illuminatio mea in deliciis meis. But darkness shall not be dark to thee, and night shall be light as day: the darkness thereof, and the light thereof are alike to thee. Quia tenebrae non obscurabuntur a te, et nox sicut dies illuminabitur; sicut tenebrae ejus, ita et lumen ejus.
Psalm 18: 2-7
The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of his hands. Caeli enarrant gloriam Dei, et opera manuum ejus annuntiat firmamentum. Day to day uttereth speech, and night to night sheweth knowledge. Dies diei eructat verbum, et nox nocti indicat scientiam. There are no speeches nor languages, where their voices are not heard. Non sunt loquelae, neque sermones, quorum non audiantur voces eorum. Their sound hath gone forth into all the earth: and their words unto the ends of the world. In omnem terram exivit sonus eorum, et in fines orbis terrae verba eorum. He hath set his tabernacle in the sun: and he, as a bridegroom coming out of his bride chamber, Hath rejoiced as a giant to run the way: In sole posuit tabernaculum suum; et ipse tamquam sponsus procedens de thalamo suo. Exsultavit ut gigas ad currendam viam; His going out is from the end of heaven, And his circuit even to the end thereof: and there is no one that can hide himself from his heat. a summo caelo egressio ejus. Et occursus ejus usque ad summum ejus; nec est qui se abscondat a calore ejus.
And, of course, the Prologue to St. John’s Gospel, proclaimed at the end of almost every Mass in the Traditional Rite:
John 1: 5 And the Light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend It. Et lux in tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non comprehenderunt.
I believe that we are, right now, the first people to be able to make this connection to the notion that the Night Sky is an allegory of God Himself TO THIS EXTENT, especially the words “and the darkness did not comprehend it.” The light in the sky is there, always and everywhere, the entire firmament is a solid, saturated field of galactic light ALWAYS shining upon the earth, but we can’t see it unless we look. HARD. It is OUR OWN HUMAN LIMITATION that keeps us from seeing the objective reality of what literally surrounds us – unceasing, omnipresent light from every direction.
This is a near-perfect allegory of our perception of God.
Even the mechanical means of seeing into the depths of the physical universe are allegorical. A telescope must be still, and simply open its shutter in silence and let the light enter and accumulate on the exposure plate. The longer the exposure, the more light hits the exposure plate, is collected, and seen. How is this not an allegory of PRAYER?
I’m cheerfully pessimistic, if I may be permitted the phrase, that we are in a run-up to what I refer to as “The Big Show.” There is an Antipope in the Vatican, who gives every indication of being THE False Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist. Nearly half of the human population has been injected with a poison sterilant. Demoniacs are demanding that parents physically mutilate their children in service to sodomites. We are probably months away from a literal, physical “Mark of the Beast”, and nuclear war would be received as almost a merciful relief to many people.
It thus seems to me that technologies like the James Webb Space Telescope are a wonderfully merciful part of the Divine Providence meant to BOLSTER OUR FLAGGING FAITH so that as we ride this bull, we can look up at the night sky, into what our eyes and brains can only process as “the abyss” and instead say and truly mean, “The Heavens declare the glory of God. The Light SHINES EVERYWHERE AND ALWAYS in the darkness, and the darkness does not, and will never encompass or extinguish Him.”
