Monsignor Jean François Lantheaume, is the former first counsellor at the apostolic nunciature in Washington D.C. when Vigano was nuncio there. He spoke yesterday to CNA And this was passed on to me from his Facebook feed today:   Louis Paul Arnaud Is what he says true? His accusations against the Pope are very serious. Jean François Lantheaume All says the whole truth.

For some reason, I feel particularly rejoicy this beautiful, cool, cloudy Sunday morning, last of August. Been waiting for the chance to finish building and filling the beds for the winter brassicas. So I’m off to the early Mass at San Andrea next door, and won’t be on much today. I’d suggest to everyone else that this would be a good day to get together with friends, do some hobby work, hang out with the Fam.

First I want to apologise for the paucity of posts in August. It was partly the weather, partly my own personal things distracting my attention – the “vocational” question will, apparently, never ever go away. But 90% of it was simply a complete inability to keep up. Trying to isolate any coherent thoughts or make useful points, or bring things up that would be in any way helpful (or that aren’t already being said by dozens of other people), requires that there be time to breathe between things happening.

Tirian, last king of Narnia, accompanied by the children of our world, Eustace and Jill, meets a group of Narnian dwarfs being driven off to slavery in the Tisroc’s mines. He stops them and the dwarfs’ Calormene soldier guards do not question him since the king and his companions are in disguise. He asks the dwarfs why they are going so quietly off to die in the salt mines of Pugrahan.

Who here has a dream of “off grid,” Hobbit-like life? Hands up… He made quite an important point. People don’t want to quit mainstream city life because they fear they’re going to be poor. But he said something quite interesting that will ring true for anyone who has lived – or tried to live – in a major modern city like London, New York, Toronto or Vancouver.

I will never forget the time I was visiting a young Quebecois monk friend of mine at the great Benedictine Abby of Oka, near Montreal. We were talking about the possibility of me following my vocational aspirations in Europe. I said I would like to visit Le Barroux. At that point, he acted like he’d been stung by a bee. He jumped up out of his chair and said, “But, they are integrists!

A quintessentially Canadian song. (No offence…) I guess it’s OK that I can’t ever be a cloistered nun. Imagine going the rest of my life and never, ever rockin’ out again… ~

What makes me so outraged about the Bergoglian heresy is that it proposes a different God, and no God I recognise. If the Bergoglian god is God, then life is over. There is nothing at all to live for. Fortunately, I know it isn’t. The god of Bergoglian surprises is an imposter, not the great Son of the Emperor Oversea. It enrages me to watch now while simple, innocent people are told that Shift the Pope can just change who and what Aslan is by the obvious trickery of saying He isn’t a tame lion.

Let’s lighten the mood… So, I’ve got this online friend who was telling me about this weird thing her brain does of playing music. People sometimes get “earworms” of a song or something that sticks in the head. But what she was describing was of a different order. She can remember and “play” in her head individual cello or violin parts in orchestral pieces. She studied music for a while, I guess that helps.

Now here’s an interesting little line of inquiry, while we’re “following the money.” I’m just going to toss this into the air and anyone who wants to catch it can have it… I’ll do it in point-form. Turks and Caicos, a set of islands next door to Cuba that is a British overseas territory, and a well known offshore tax and banking haven. Tax haven Turks and Caicos is a leading international centre for business and financial services.