From, from St. Paul to the Romans
Who then shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation? Or distress? Or famine? Or nakedness? Or danger? Or persecution? Or the sword? (As it is written: For thy sake, we are put to death all the day long. We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.) But in all these things we overcome, because of him that hath loved us. For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor might, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.[Rom 8:35-39]
In some cities demonic statues are being erected. There’s no other way around it: they are demonic. Remember “Hell Dog” in London? And didn’t or don’t some cities have plans to set up replicas of the Temple of Baal which ISIS destroyed in Palmyra?
I received a link to a story about the opening ceremony of the huge new Gotthard Base tunnel in Switzerland. It’s weird. It’s creepy. And not in a good way.
Here is a video:
The story with photos is HERE.
And the “goat man” thing isn’t just about there being mountain goats in, you know, the mountains. It is about the Devil. As we read:
The ceremony appears to draw inspiration from local folk tales, specifically the legend about The Devil’s bridge, which goes through Gotthard Pass.
The legend of this particular bridge states that the Reuss was so difficult to ford that a Swissherds man wished the devil would make a bridge. The Devil appeared, but required that the soul of the first to cross would be given to him. The mountaineer agreed, but drove a goat across ahead of him, fooling his adversary. Angered by this sham, the devil fetched a rock with the intention of smashing the bridge, but an old woman drew a cross on the rock so the devil could not lift it anymore. The rock is still there and, in 1977, 300,000 Swiss francs were spent to move the 220 ton rock by 127 m in order to make room for the new Gotthard road tunnel.
While the devil lost in the legend, he appears to have won in the tunnel’s opening ceremony.
They don’t even try to hide it anymore.
I am reminded of a disturbing scene on Michael O’Brien’s theo-scifi novel Voyage To Alpha Centauri. (UK LINK HERE) I wrote about it HERE. Some people have a ceremony in honor of the hideous stuff they find on the planet. From a charater’s journal (in the book):
Day 369: Green Day again. A year has passed since the previous exercise in elevating our cosmic sensitivities, or “interplanetary bio-consciousness” as it is called officially. There are few people onboard the Kosmos at present, so the green banners, scarves, and neckties were scarce here. Down on the planet, however, festivities were in full swing. On the panorama screen, I watched a few celebrations at various stations, dominated by an incompatible mixture of ecological cant and jargon and an any-excuse-for-a-party attitude, seasoned with mystical music. One particularly nauseating performance occurred in the temple itself. There, accompanied by the piped-in music of flutes and drums, a bevy of maidens danced around the black altar cube. They were dressed in diaphanous green gowns that left nothing to the imagination. Somewhat frenzied, nearly erotic, and definitely euphoric, the ten young women twirled and pranced and sang in praise of a cosmic “lord” who held fire in one hand and arrows in the other. Their choreography resembled a coil, winding and unwinding hypnotically as they chanted. At the head of the dance, leading it all, was the old Russian psychiatrist lady who had been so offended by me looking at her scar years ago. She was now without doubt far into her eighties, which was unfortunate, since her gown was the flimsiest of all, nearly transparent. With flailing arms, she repeatedly let fly full-throated cries rising from her arching abdomen, a crone-nymph on hallucinogens. As the event progressed, a soft, male voice-over informed the viewers of our need to reconnect to primitive “spirituality”, which entailed, apparently, a “rediscovery of the phallic” (thankfully not acted upon, at least not on screen, as far as I know, which isn’t saying much) and a “reintegration of light side and shadow side” for the sake of universal harmony. (Ay, caramba! I turned it off and went for a long walk.)
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Meanwhile, Church Militant reports:
Parishioners in the Italian parish of St. Anthony in Ventimiglia, a small town in northwestern Italy about four miles from the border of France, were ordered Saturday by a Catholic aid organization volunteer to pray the Rosary silently so the Muslim migrants living in the church would not be offended.
In response to the instruction to keep their voices down, one of the female parishioners who had been reciting the rosary asked if the migrants couldn’t be taken to another church. That way, she could continue to pray in peace in her own church.
At that point Don Rito, the parish priest, appeared and proceeded to escort her and other church visitors to another church, according to a report in Breitbart.
In response to news reports of the silencing of Christians in their own church, people took to social media to share their objections. “They [Muslims] can take over the streets, parks, and public places to pray five times a day, but Christians can’t pray vocally, in their own church?” wrote one person. “Hypocrisy!”
Friends, we need serious weaponry now.
More people need to fast and to pray the Rosary for specific intentions, such as the conversion of specific leaders in the Church and an increase of priestly vocations.
We need to get our altars turned about again for ad orientem worship.
We need an increase in celebrations of the TLM in more places.
A storm is building.