Sunday, August 11, 2019

Really now


Down tempo flying saucer hub cap analog drive across Canada in an old wagon of hope with wheel wells like Mars and loose tape distortion street beat bringing me back to younger days watching Rick Hansen on the CBC churning his wheels with outsize arms across the world and Terry Fox and Expo 86 and French Canadian Sesame Street and that guy - I don't who he was - who would take you to all his childhood neighbourhood haunts, empty playgrounds, clean sward and chain link, leap up on something very casually and very freely, and say this is where I used to play...etc. simple and seared in my mind. You will not capture Sasquatch on digital. Don't even try.

Masters of belief


check one more box off their list of quantifiable discount Catholic items to master.

Because, as we all know, belief in the Eucharistic true presence is so reducible and quantifiable, and the belief doesn't return in correspondent gratitude to the One who gives it to begin with, and expands it.

It's a dead object to possess and a right of entry that, once possessed, leaves you in total comfort and never calls you forward in faith.

B. Barron is angry!

I'm sure we can look forward to a new survey showing that 1/3 of professing Catholics ultimately believe in the Dogma of Statistics and choose to follow the Beast who reduces to numbers.

Huh, imagine that.




Monday, August 5, 2019

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Friday, July 26, 2019


Pride is a professional at sermonizing about humility. It will put humility in such an unreachable intellectualized framework as to make it into a gnostic ability.

Especially unchallenged by mere mortals - that's key to observe, for the fanatic will claim to have been challenged and tested in God's fire which puts him above the challenge of mortals.

As long as he gets to do the saying and the framing. One is reminded of a person who will go on and on to someone else about his own faults, and if the other person merely nods assent, he'll get mad and say, "Don't agree with me!"

Pride can take on every kind of manifestation of virtue - or vice - as a cloak. One might say that pride is the worst sin because it can go on the longest. The picture of puffed up arrogance, while certainly being a part of it, is not the near resemblance. You cannot really capture Pride.

It can assume powers to itself in the same stroke that it feigns to abrogate them. It can thump its chest in fierce mea culpas and proclaim itself unworthy and below others; it can rip its garments at the drop of a hat. What pride cannot stand is being on the same level as another person, in the very specific sense of sharing in their mere humanity. It will not enter into matter.

This is one of the reasons for the need to have lay and religious women involved in the formation of priests.

Hello


Saturday, July 20, 2019

That is correct III

That is correct II

That is correct


Morning bell set to some Evangelical station and absolutely certain and clear guy rambling about the ecumenical church of the anti-christ and Pontifex Maximus and diabolical hot cross buns and in my half-woke state I'm all T. Marshall and Co. is that you? 

Listening some more I'm all Ah, I see, it's your run-of-the-mill the Catholic Church is the wh--e of Babylon type. Oh wait a minute.

Huh, imagine that.

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Sunday, July 14, 2019


Time is freely proffered, and time resists our attempts at sequestering it; time is as present as our freedom. Pope Francis speaks not infrequently about beginning time processes rather than occupying spaces. The latter tends to falsity and regards time as flowing. But as T.S. Eliot wrote, "All time is eternally present". In The Family Reunion he wrote, "The past is about to happen." Time comes in seed form, always right now, and it accretes to itself what we choose to engender. Time does not flow; it aggregates.

Perhaps we live in times of the whetstone and the millstone, and they are one and the same stone: you can be sharpened if you choose, or cast into the sea. You may be a great sinner, and the millstone lying in wait for you can become instead a whetstone for your sharpening if you repent. You may be one of the just who knows it all; and always analyzing and classifying, inspecting and verifying, the whetstone of your formation can become a supreme weight, and overnight you can find yourself tethered to it by nothing other than your own absolutist insistence, and you can be cast into the sea by it, off the barque of Peter. Even cast off the seat of your own mind.

Cast into the sea by your own super formation! Huh, imagine that.

People moaning about confusion in the church are inventing a false problem to evade the challenges they are being called forward to. Those challenges are quite clear, and the problem that people have with it is that it is not what they expected, or have known, or it's something they dismissed out of hand in typical human fashion, and now faced with what, in their relativism, they dismissed, it appears as both threatening and short shrift in comparison to the hierarchy of their nicely stacked ideas. What they claim is short shrift they are threatened by because they see it as something that will rob their storehouse. It's a clarity that does not align with their subjective certainty, which proves their certainty facile and, well, subjective.

This is made worse in that their subjective certainty is bound up with their religious scrupulosity, not to mention their religious grandiosity. Insofar as they seek this evasion, they want confusion; they purposely seek to confuse the ringing, unmistakable messages, teachings, example, and guidance of Pope Francis. The evils and errors they attribute to him, either by arrogant accusation or by the pietistic hypocrisy of concerned fraternal correction, are directly linked not to reality, but to the hot house of their own ideas. When confusing him goes so far, they seek to banalize him; when that goes only so far, they seek to undermine him in myriad other ways.

For where are they being called forward to? Outside. And not just outside in opposition to remaining inside, as though going outside would mean leaving behind, which is not what it means most essentially, nor in that remaining inside would be to occupy an actual reality, which it wouldn't. But called outside in new ways that brings with it the renewal of the very Church. The reality of the Church is shown in that it can meet messy present matter in the newness of faith; going out in new ways does not foreshorten its riches; it is the proof of its rich depth. Here is an interesting simplicity: the renewal of the Church is constituted in doing what the Church is supposed to do. Those who know best find this extraordinarily difficult to accept. And what is it? You might call it the perennial orthopraxy of the Body of Christ. Why do they find it hard to accept? Because the huge implication in this is that the Church is not what you thought it was.

All the best of what you know is only what you know. The best of what you know, if left to remain like that, is nothing but a reduction, which is the flip side of watering down the faith. We hear about these figures watering down the teachings of the church. Personally I would like to know where these people are, but lets grant for the sake of argument that there are minions everywhere in the church under the sway of watering it down: the flip side error goes mentioned little to none at all, except by the Pope and a few others. Perhaps it goes so little mentioned because this error is far more prevalent and is, and has been, the mode of operation of those who are constantly harping about people "watering things down".

To reduce - as when a recipe calls for you to reduce a sauce or gravy. This is the lost road of the mastermind. Jesus has not asked you to take what He has given you and reduce it down into a super-concentrated concoction. Jesus has not given you the fresh fruit of the Gospel and told you to turn it into fruit leather "just in case" we run out of food near the end of winter. These people are like the Israelites in the desert who attempted to save the manna overnight "just in case" - after all, one needs to be on the right side of history. LOL. Yes, see how much on the right side of history you are when you wake in the morning to find your priceless storehouse being eaten by worms because, wayward child that you are, you took it and attempted to preserve it away from the Church and her Supreme Pontiff. Like a gaggle of ladies stowed away in some kitchen making jam preserves: taming the Holy Spirit. Domesticating God's doctrine. This is the mistake - indeed, no mere mistake, but serious objective error - of turning the Church into mere wisdom, and thereby ceasing to be receptive and docile to what the Church is teaching at this time, which is the present tense matter in which the eternal form is proven. We are not one-time receivers.

In a word, what is received must be given. There is never going to be a perfect time to do it, and every time is an acceptable time. Again, this is a simplicity that we find difficult. Jesus says I Am, and says to us, give as you have received. He is that simple with us - it's beautiful. Interesting that when Jesus speaks of being salt of the earth and light of the world, in both images the essence of the preservation, or saving, that he speaks of, consists in going outward: salt is to season the earth, light is for the lamp stand. Insofar as they fail to season the earth and fail to go on the lampstand, they lose their saltiness and lose their light; nowhere does Jesus put this loss to a failure to self-preserve your uber-identity as salt and light. And the reflexive "Yeah but one needs to first be salt and light, and therefore..." is itself the first paroxysm of reductionism.

Bruised and dirtied from fighting in the streets. You would think that the manly man subculture, which for the most part takes to Chesterton who wrote the great street-fighting novel The Napolean of Notting Hill, would be all over this sort of image. But I guess not. When it comes to the life of the Church, the crucified foundation of which has turned the world upside down for all time, it would appear they prefer the image of the stay-at-home dad, overtaken with granny-like fretting about disturbances in the force, inducing an endless schizophrenia about Infiltration and the Fruits of the Enlightenment, disenfranchising anyone who lends them their itching ears from the here-and-now present as something always insufficiently banal, even though they themselves are the ones eviscerating it, by the incestuous networks of traditionalist social media, which has an interesting pathological need to trot out pre-scripted stage dramas, and deliver it through the extremely selective drip line as "news" like timed pellets fed to mice or chickens. The material of the pellets is not what matters; what matters is that they get the mice and chickens coming to the feeder with the same volition that rightly should be given to the Keeper of the Keys. In other words, they want you on their timeline. Let me repeat that: the pellets aren't what matter; all the information, or "news" hitherto come out, or to come out, as it relates to the original material from which it is derived, means nothing. They want you on their timeline.

There is a word for this. It's called manipulation. Where the corpse is, there the vultures gather.

“So if anyone tells you, ‘There he is, out in the wilderness,’ do not go out; or, ‘Here he is, in the inner rooms,’ do not believe it. For as lightning that comes from the east is visible even in the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather." --Matthew 24, 26-28

Monday, July 8, 2019


The Master is delayed


So lets begin beating the Servant of the Servants of God and get drunk on our feral moonshine doctrine. LOL.

You do of course understand that those wicked stewards say "My master is delayed" not out of some slovenly torpitude. The very implication in saying he is delayed is that they have deduced to know the mind of the master and have been counting on his immediate return. In a word, they have it figured out down to a T. His return ought to have been now, by all accounts - just look at all the wickedness! - so hence, he is delayed. If only Jesus was up to speed on our orthodoxy!

So lets take it to the highest seat, shall we. Lets start beating the Servant of the Servants of God. Lets falsely accuse him of watering down doctrine, and thus excuse our actual disobedient reducing of the same.

Anyways, I've been reading Benson's Lord of the World. It's so Disturbing. LOL, just kidding. It's so Ominous. Just kidding about that too. I'm not that far in, but it seems that for every "prescient" bit there's about eight flubs that either date the book or show the author as a partisan crank. Could be wrong.

I can't help but seeing where a lot of the Catholic subculture war talking points come from. But I think more of them actually come from clerical cuckold and superstar adulterer double agent interrogator late hack author Malachi Martin.

I'll continue reading it I suppose, but honestly, I'm more interested in the real encounter with Christ, and not in your arch histrionic prefabricated enlightened absolutist super Catholic reductionism. But thanks! And good luck!