Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.
PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.
It is said that there is no greater misery, no greater suffering in this life than false happiness. The consolation in this is that suffering is proof of love.
Five years ago today I arrived in Rome on the pilgrimage that some of you might remember. I could never get my computer to connect to the Wi-Fi in my hotel room, so I was incommunicado for 10 days. I arrived and saw Rome literally a few short weeks before the whole mess of the failed attempt at partially abdicating the Papacy that Pope Benedict unleashed, thus setting in motion the faux-conclave of ARSH 2013, and the Bergoglian antipapacy.
Little did I know that while I was there, I was immersed in a fetid cesspit of sodomites and moral degenerates – both clerical and lay. Little did I know that the Vatican Museums are a hive of sodomite tour guides, some of which even use St. Peter’s Basilica itself as their meetup spot for sodomitical encounters. Little did I know that, as in the world of ballet which I dealt with in my teen years, the assumption in Rome is that EVERY MAN who is not married MUST be assumed to be a sodomite, and the majority of the time, is.
Little did I know of the omnipresence of the corruption, the near-total lack of faith, the unspeakable sacrilege, and even the concrete reality of the practice of satanism, both in Rome and in the Vatican itself.
One of my prayers these days is that should I live to see the Triumph of the Immaculate Heart, that I can someday return to Rome, purged of evil, purged of sodomites, with every side altar in every church in use, with the Divine Office being chanted daily in every choir, without being made sick to my stomach and frightened – yes, FRIGHTENED – by the people, and the demonic presence there. Our Lady promised that there will be a restoration, and that after said restoration, everything will be better than it ever was before. I would be very, very, very interested indeed to see Rome “better than it ever was before”.
All of the scripture, hymns and motifs of the Jews longing to see Jerusalem restored – I know exactly what that means now. Viscerally.
Jerusalem hath grievously sinned, therefore is she become unstable: all that honored her have despised her, because they have seen her shame: but she sighed and turned backward. Her filthiness is on her feet, and she hath not remembered her end: she is wonderfully cast down, not having a comforter: behold, O Lord, my affliction, because the enemy is lifted up. The enemy hath put out his hand to all her desirable things: for she hath seen the Gentiles enter into her sanctuary, of whom thou gavest commandment that they should not enter into Thy Church.
Lamentations 1: 8-10