He’s baaa-aaaack! Yesterday the man most of us call Pope Francis helpfully helped us identify and understand one of the less famous and more confusing aspects of the Narcissistic Personality Disorder: “projection.” “The devil sows jealousies, ambitions, ideas, but to divide! Or sows greed. Everything to destroy the Church.” He tries to attack that which is the root of unity, namely the Eucharistic celebration. The Pope Francis said in the homily of the Mass celebrated this morning in Santa Marta House, commenting on the Letter of St.

More good advice at the Home Blog, Orwell’s Picnic… _Beet and mushroom soup_ Step 1: build a garden Step 2: grow a beet Step 3: make bone stock Step 4: make beet and mushroom soup Step 5: survive the Apocalypse, Optional: laugh in the face of disaster Also, live here, not there. Norcia in winter, from my garden. Click here for instructions…

Frank Walker has some more thoughts on this that are difficult to disagree with. I’m hearing lately that we need to stifle these bubbling doubts about Francis actually being the pope. Ann Barnhardt maintains that he is an anti-pope since he resigned under an erronious dual-pope understanding. Benedict felt that he would continue as sort of a contemplative co-pope, therefore his abdication is invalid. Louie Verrecchio and Antonio Socci both make the same case without coming to final conclusions.

Antonio Socci (“Sotch-ee”) is a greatly respected Italian Catholic journalist who published a book in 2014, “Non e Francesco,” (He’s not Francis”) talking about how he believes Bergoglio isn’t really the pope. I haven’t followed Socci’s writing but I’ve heard that he has since distanced himself from this position. But here we are again, with Socci revisiting the question, and saying that there are lots of people asking more and more awkward questions about this insane situation.

I don’t know anything at all about when the Chastisement or the Day of Days is coming. I don’t know who the Antichrist is. I don’t know anything about that stuff. This isn’t that kind of blog. It’s Sunday. Go to Mass, and stop asking silly questions. ~

Photo post over at the home blog, “Orwell’s Picnic”. Today’s Mass. What “major structural damage” looks like in real life… more… “Life after the shaking stops” ~

Pippy and the Peaceable Kingdom of Norcia, in happier days. Well, it’s that time again. Time for me to do the most un-English thing anyone can possibly do, screw up my courage and ask for donations to help support the blogging effort here. More and more I’ve come to think of this blog, whatever its faults, as my work. My “labora”. I do other stuff. I do quite a lot of gardening, and I am still painting, and still writing for the Remnant, but most of my thought and mental energy is going into this, for the time being.

Sam helpfully helps with something that should have been obvious. How does the nun document work together with Francis’ sudden “desperate” interest in making kissy-face with the SSPX? Francis needs to gain control over the SSPX so as to block off any escape route for the Catholics stuck in NUChurch. Hence clampdown on contemplative orders. This has changed. It would appear now that Francis is proposing a “fast-track” escape route for the contemplative orders and all other orders presently experiencing a “Lefebvrist drift”, to come directly under the SSPX.

I’m not saying that everything I see is a metaphor for the current emergency in the Church. Just a LOT of it. Someone recently noted that the pope’s weird wrecking-ball activities are “fomenting considerable polarization within the Church.” Hah! Yeah, you could say that. At this point, do we have any hope other than schism? Than a declaration by the cardinals that this man and his gang of beasts are not Catholic, have never been Catholic and have no Catholic intentions or desires for the Church.

This is from a history of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri (who’s The Boss) “So, in 1703 a massive earthquake hit Norcia and the Oratory house and church were both destroyed. Then the Fathers who all escaped death, having escaped their ruined house: ‘After clambering over the ruins as well as they could in the dark, they proceeded unhurt to the great Piazza, and there in their slippers and with only a birretta on their heads they were occupied during the whole night in going about, hearing the confessions of those who had escaped from the ruins of their houses, the rain pouring down impetuously the whole time.