UPDATE 3 August 2019:
Still nothing from James Martin on this. We know he has seen it by now.
Is this important?
Someone sent me a link to an article at the detestable New Ways Ministry about the event. The creators of the event described what they were up t. You need a strong stomach.
“Its a queer love story produced by Matthew Richardson–and the church leaders were happy to host it.”
“They welcomed me, my message, and our creation with open arms,” said Richardson,the show’s creator and a former Cirque Du Soleil performer. Hallelujah is one of five dances he will direct as part of his CircusQueer Project. The video is deeply intimate in a deeply Catholic setting. In a review by the San Diego Gay and Lesbian News (SDGLN), dancers Guillaume Paquin and Arthur Morel Van Hyfte are described as “only [the] heart” of the video, while, “the church [is] its body, taking on perhaps the most important role in the video: an example of inclusivity through servanthood.” The entire 5 minutes and 33 seconds performance can be seen at the end of this post.”
Yes. This is important. It truly was a desecration.
___ Originally published 2 August 2019
This is upsetting. It is better that some of you do not click on the link. No, really! I won’t post images.
I want to know what Jesuit Fr. James Martin has to say about this.
The issue, reported with video at Gloria.TV. (WARNING)
Homosexual Orgasm Celebrated in Montreal Church (Video)
Two homosexuals performed an erotic dance inside Saint Peter Apostle in Montreal on May 1, 2019, for a film shoot.
It used Jeff Buckley’s sexualized adaptation of the song Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen.
Buckley explained to the Dutch magazine OOR: “The hallelujah is not a homage to a worshipped person, idol or god, but the hallelujah of the orgasm.”
This took place in a church of the Archd. of Montréal, under the aegis of Archbp. Christian Lépine. It seems that this is the at least tacitly approved “gay” parish run by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate (O.M.I.) HERE
Hence, it is exactly the sort of place that the Jesuit homosexualist Martin promotes. Consider that he has publicly stated that “gays” (I hate that word) should freely kiss in churches. This desecration in Montréal is on the logical trajectory of such statements.
Fr Martin should make a public statement about what happened in that church.
For my part, I consider it a desecration of that church and the celebration of something demonic. That church needs to be ritually purified.
Fr. Martin… what say you?
It may be that he already has said something about this. Perhaps you readers know. It that is the case, please let us know.
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As I read this disgusting account, my memory made a strong connection to a scene in the most recent book by Michael O’Brien: Voyage To Alpha Centuari.
As I have written before, I suspect that O’Brien is a bit of a mystic. His books have been useful to me in deciphering the signs of the times.
In the book, on the new planet they find a temple in which they find also documents about the satanic rites celebrated there. Some of the travelers decide to reenact them. O’Brien’s description is lurid.
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.)
O’Brien, Michael D.. Voyage to Alpha Centauri: A Novel (Kindle Locations 8050-8065). . Kindle Edition.
The downfall of Numenor also comes to mind. I just reread The Silmarillion with its tale of how Sauron, disguised in fair form, falsely humbled himself and ingratiated himself in the counsels of the kings to the point that he instituted worship of Morgoth/Melkor involving human sacrifice of those who resisted.
The fruit of the Forbidden Tree, the Golden Calf, queer dances, earth worship. It’s all the same.