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Saturday, 17 August 2013

Answers for Tasha on Tyburn

Dear Tasha, rather than repeating some things which are on the blog about Tyburn, here are some links. The first link is to Tyburn Convent in London, which has a daughter house in Cobh, which you can visit.

http://www.tyburnconvent.org.uk/home/index.html

10 Aug 2013
I miss being in Tyburn, but it is not my vocation. I know this now after months of thinking and praying, and failing to make the grade. However, as Mother General said to me, we are ALL called to be Brides of the Bridegroom.
23 May 2013
Pray for the three Tyburn nuns in Nigeria. Posted by Supertradmum · http://www.france24.com/en/20130523-car-bombings-niger-hit-uranium-mine-army-base?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter · Email ThisBlogThis!
31 Mar 2013
I have one quotation from the Mother Foundress of the Tyburn nuns, the Congregation of the Adorers of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus of Montmarte. "Upheld by humility and obedience, maintained in recollection by the law ...
03 Apr 2013
Blogging in London and Tyburn. Posted by Supertradmum. It is so cold here, people are rightly wearing winter gear. Horrid. My blogging will go back to normal tomorrow night or Friday morning. As some of you know, I have ...

03 Apr 2013
The Marker for the Gallows-the Tyburn Tree. Posted by Supertradmum. This marker has been cracked for some time. It is in a traffic island across Marble Arch. It needs a facelift. We said a prayer there yesterday.
11 Sep 2012
I shall be in the Tyburn monastery for three months for a trial period as to whether I have a vocation to the Benedictines. I humbly ask your prayers. Of course, I am excited, nervous and very humbled by the opportunity.
18 Jan 2013
I could not tell you until today that the Tyburn nuns (I was just there for a few days again--sigh) have been asked by the Bishop Martin Igwe Uzoukwu of Minna to open a place of Adoration and prayer for peace in Nigeria.
03 Sep 2012
More Foundations of Tyburn. Posted by Supertradmum. Australia! Tyburn Priory. 325 Garfield Road East Riverstone New South Wales Australia 2765. Diocese of Parramatta +61 (0) 2 9627-5171 ...

02 Sep 2012
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02 Sep 2012
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03 Sep 2012
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30 Aug 2012
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02 Sep 2012
And, Another Daughter House of the Tyburn Convent · Yet Another Daughter House of Tyburn (and there ar... Benedictine Series Three-a Daughter House of Tybur... Mini-series on Benedictines-Two: the new biography.
03 Feb 2013
Saint Augustine Webster, prior of Axholme Charterhouse, executed at Tyburn, London, on May 4, 1535. Blessed Humphrey Middlemore, vicar of the London Charterhouse, executed at Tyburn, London, on June 19, 1535.
02 Sep 2012
And, Another Daughter House of the Tyburn Convent · Yet Another Daughter House of Tyburn (and there ar... Benedictine Series Three-a Daughter House of Tybur... Mini-series on Benedictines-Two: the new biography.
19 May 2013
The nuns of Tyburn, who adore the Ecuahristic Heart of Jesus, reminded me that all of us are called to this intimacy with Christ. All. So few of the laity understand this sublime call. It involves the total giving up of one's self to ...

23 May 2013
In Tyburn, there was not heat, although out of charity, the Novice Mistress brought me a space heater and I used a hot water bottle. It is very cold there. The sisters from Peru and the Philippines suffer. In some convents and ...
16 May 2013
I have written three poems while here at Tyburn--here is one. May 1535 for the Feast of the Tyburn Martyrs Cherry blossoms fell in muddied lanes --the bridgegrooms' path. White chevaliers on wooden horses, not stomping ...
30 Aug 2012
The "Martyrs' Way" is from Newgate, through Smithfield, to Tyburn. In an old copy of The Catholic Herald from 1936, a group was reported as walking annually on this route. The Guild of Our Lady of Ransom organized the ...
31 Jul 2013
Fr. Guillermo Marco, ex-press officer for eight years to the Pope, gave a talk at Tyburn Convent in London , and these are notes from that talk. This was on March 26th, 2013. I have tried to keep the exact vocabulary of Father ...

07 Sep 2012
They were hung, drawn and quartered on May 4th, 1535 at Tyburn. Now, also remember, that St. Thomas More saw them being dragged from prison on the hurdles, and he describe them as "bridegrooms" going off to meet ...
25 Jul 2013
Mother Adele, the foundress of Tyburn wrote that if her nuns followed the Rule of St. Benedict and if they prayed, adoring the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus, they would enter the Unitive State. That the Benedictine life is a short-cut ...
25 Jun 2013
A single person must be pro-active in prayer and in serving others. As God has not given me the physical strength to join the great nuns at Tyburn, this is my call. I went to Tyburn to find Love, and He found me and sent me out.
30 Aug 2012
Martyr, born at Congleton, Cheshire; executed at Tyburn, London, 30 Aug., 1588. Nothing is known of her early life except that she was of good family and for a time dwelt in the house of a lady of distinction named Whitall then ...

27 Feb 2012
Many years ago, when I lived in England, I worked very near Tyburn Convent and would pop in there for prayers. This convent of contemplatives was founded in France, but set-up this convent just footsteps away from the ...
23 Apr 2013
In nine days, I am going into the enclosure at Tyburn. This is the second trial, but the first "in", as I was in the guest house before. That is how the Benedictines do it. First, one is in the guest house for several months, and then ...
27 Feb 2013
The diocese has a pilgrimage yearly to Tyburn and then to Sandwich. Although I did not take part in the Tyburn Mass and prayers, I did attend the Benediction. Wonderful Latin! One of the priests who led the Litany of the ...

Egypt may be awakening out of a long dangerous stupor

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2396138/Egyptian-security-forces-arrest-brother-al-Qaedas-leader-Ayman-al-Zawahri.html#addComment

The Silence of Knock


Today is the Feast Day of Our Lady of Knock. Knock is a silent apparition approved by the Church, and only the first apparition of 21 August 1879, has been approved. What strikes me about this apparition is that St. Mary, St. Joseph, and St. John the Apostle appeared with the Lamb of God on the altar, the symbol of Christ in the Eucharist. Christ, the Sacrificial Lamb, who takes away the sins of the world reveals a message to the Church in our time.



This is the Age of Eucharistic Adoration. This is the age of silent love.

This is why I want to have the house of adoration in Walsingham, which has not happened yet.

The silence of Mary and the saints at Knock, with the Lamb of God speaks louder to me than many messages from other apparitions.

Mary, Joseph and John were adoring the Sacrificial Lamb, the Vulnerable God in the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus. As usual, real visions of Mary point to Jesus.




Surely, in times of persecution, the awareness that one can move into the silence of contemplation in prayer, into the love of God, is an important message for us now.

The silence of Knock is the silence of love in a world howling with evil. 

I pray daily to be taken into the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus, to be one with the Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world.

Silent Love.

It is too bad that so many of these modern shrines to Mary have hideous churches. The church at Knock, like the Catholic one at Walsingham, lacks any beauty and both resemble barns. It is too bad the national shrine committees could not get Duncan G. Stroik, or someone like him, to design the shrines.

Blaming Satan Two



Most Catholics I have met believe in Satan. They do not understand how he works. They do not understand how hyper-intelligent he is-the brightest angel in heaven who did not lose his gifts, but now uses them in the twisted existence of evil.

This is a mystery of evil, that our gifts may be used for evil if we are not humble, not pure.

Some commentators have misunderstood this last posting on Satan. I am not writing for those who do not believe in him but for those who do, but blame him for the fact that there is so much evil in the world.

If no one cooperated with evil, Satan would have no power.

One of the problems is that people think that those who live in serious sin are possessed. No, this is not true. Oppression can come from Satan, and many of the saints experienced daily oppression, such as St. John Vianney. But, that is Satan on the outside causing pain, such as the inability to sleep because of a dog sitting next to one's bed barking, a demonic dog, as in the case of John Vianney.

Can people become possessed after years and years and years of serious sin? Yes, but the occult is still the first door to possession.

One cannot blame a life of choosing sin on possession. One can blame a life of sin on one's own choosing to sin.

Free will is given to all. Grace is given to all. And, we need to beg for grace. But, as much as one wants to blame Satan for one's lifestyle, one chooses, and the denial of free will one of the most common heresies here in Ireland and in England.



Blaming Satan

Beware, this is a rant.

I am so tired of reading in print and hearing in speech that something evil is caused by Satan.

Let me explain that there are three reasons for evil in this world and Satan in only one reason.

One, original sin and its consequences. I realize when I walk to Mass or the shops daily in Dublin that the VAST majority of people I pass are most likely not baptized. This means that they are still bound by Original Sin and have no sanctifying grace. They are not adopted children of God or heirs of heaven.

Could they become so through special graces from God? Perhaps. But at this point, they are walking in darkness.

Second, we are responsible for saying yes or no to sin. Satan can and does tempt us. He watches us like a super-hyper-intelligent hawk, learning our weaknesses so as to prey upon us.

Do we have to give in to Satan? Absolutely not. All humans have free will.

Third, the world is full of evil and getting worse. Therefore, as in the saying, we sin through the "world, the flesh, and the devil."

Now, if no one cooperated with Satan in mortal sin, the world would look differently than it does now.

Sin corrupts us, the culture, the society, the nations, the world.

Notice, that we need to cooperate for Satan to take over a nation, a society, a culture, a life.

People are still reeling from the passing of the abortion bill in Ireland. Men and women who have been making immoral choices for a long time and who have not conformed their consciences in accordance with the teachings of Christ and the Church voted for that bill and all its consequences.

The last time I look at the list of assenting names, I did not see Satan, also known as Beelzebub on the roster. 

People, please stop blaming Satan. Stop blaming a party. Stop blaming the hierarchy. We all have enough grace to say NO.

This bill is the result of generations not passing the Faith on down to the children. Satan is working hard to bring down the Church, but we do not have to cooperate with him.

Friday's first reading:

Deuteronomy 6:3-9


Douay-Rheims 
3 Hear, O Israel, and observe to do the things which the Lord hath commanded thee, that it may be well with thee, and thou mayst be greatly multiplied, as the Lord the God of thy fathers hath promised thee a land flowing with milk and honey.
4 Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God is one Lord.
5 Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with thy whole heart, and with thy whole soul, and with thy whole strength.
6 And these words which I command thee this day, shall be in thy heart:
7 And thou shalt tell them to thy children, and thou shalt meditate upon them sitting in thy house, and walking on thy journey, sleeping and rising.
8 And thou shalt bind them as a sign on thy hand, and they shall be and shall move between thy eyes.
9 And thou shalt write them in the entry, and on the doors of thy house.

See also http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.ie/2013/08/blaming-satan-two.html

Blaming Satan Two, and below, Blaming Satan Three

http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.ie/2013/08/the-dark-night-part-40-and-blaming.html


Blog Fairy Tale Eight-The Lady of No Tears

There was a woman, neither old nor young, who lived at the edge of a copse of yews. She could see the sea if she walked a mile from her small house. She always wore green and had flowers in her long, pale hair. When she walked, the animals would follow her in silence and wait, as when she smiled on them, they had courage. 



The woman lived alone for many years, but the children in the town nearby watched her grow flowers in the garden that was bigger than her small cottage.

The cottage was made of white stone, and everything inside was white or pale. The floors were marble, which was odd, as the cottage was simple and looked like a fisherman's cottage from the outside. But, inside the house, all was white and fine. The children of the town would come and look in the windows. Some robbers did too, but there was nothing to steal, as the woman had only three books, china for her small suppers, a jug and two small candlesticks. The robbers, who had expected great wealth, thinking that she was a princess in hiding, went away disappointed.

The children would come and take fruit from the garden-pears, apples, grapes, oranges, everything grew in the woman's garden. She allowed the children to take things,but they never saw her, as she hid when they came. There was one small boy with blond hair in his eyes, and blue eyes who came, but never took any fruit. The woman watched him and saw that he was sad.


The woman was not alone. There were two creatures of light which the children saw, but which adults who came to visit could not see. The sad boy could not see the light creatures either, until something happened.

The two light creatures looked like pillars of green, pale light. But, sometimes the light was brighter than at other times. When the two creatures walked with the woman in the garden, one on her left and one one her right, the light was pale and shimmering  When the woman went to sleep at night, and she rarely slept, the two creatures stood by the door with a light so bright it would hurt a person's eyes to look at them.

Sometimes, some of the children could hear a faint type of music coming from the creatures, but when they told their mothers of this, their mothers said they were imagining this. But, the children talked among themselves, and knew the musics was real, though faint.

It was strange music, sometimes sounding like voices and sometimes like waters, and sometimes like birds high up in the hills far away behind the cottage. But, when the woman and the creatures were in the garden, the only sound was the sound of hundreds of singing birds. All the birds in the area, from the sea to the hills, came to the garden in the early, early morning to sing together. Then, the birds would leave. When the birds came to sing, the woman and the creatures came into the garden and listened.

One day, the little boy with the blond hair and blue eyes did not come for fruit with the rest of the children. The woman went into her white house and the creatures followed. After awhile, one of the children saw one of the creatures leave, like light shimmering in water after a storm.

The children followed the light and came to a large castle near the path of the valley through the hills. Then, the children saw the creature go through an open window high up in the castle walls. The children waited. In a short time, like two breaths of a baby, the creature came out holding the sad boy with hands of light. The creature rushed through the air and all the children ran after it and the boy, who was crying.

The creature took the boy into the garden where the woman had planted white roses, which were heavy with dew. When the creature put the child on the ground, the roses made a soft sound, as if they were crying as well. Then, the light creature left, flying over the children who were hiding in the hedges surrounding the one side of the garden. In a minute, the woman with the green dress came into the garden. She saw the boy, who had stopped crying. She came over to him and put out her hand. He took it, shy at first. Then, the boy saw all the little animals surrounding the woman's green skirt. She smiled at the animals and then, she smiled at the boy. The boy instantly stopped crying and felt strange inside, as if all his sorrow and fear had vanished. The woman reached out both of her hands to the boy and he took them. Instantly, he was different. He felt strong. He felt whole. Then, ever so gently, the woman took the boy for an instant, and held him close to her, as if he were her own child.

The boy felt a surge of energy and a light came into his mind and his heart. When he stepped back, the children who were watching from the hedge noticed something strange. The boy was older, like a man, and suddenly, he disappeared. The woman, who had been kneeling in the wet soft grass, got up and turned to the hedge. She smiled at the hidden children and went back into the silvery white house.


All the children rushed back to the castle, but it was gone. The moat was gone and dried up , as if the entire castle had been a dream. When the children went home that night, they told the mothers their story and this is what they discovered. One of the mothers said that sixty years ago, a great lord had lived in a castle at the splitting of the path into the mountain. He was rich and cruel. His wife was the most beautiful creature the townspeople had ever seen, but she was silent. Her boy looked just like her. He was fair and handsome, but silent. When the mother died, the father imprisoned the boy in a high tower because he did not want to look at this face, the face of his mother. The boy cried when the father locked him into his room, never to come out again. But, a strange creature of light had taken the boy away for many years, and when his returned as a man, handsome and strong and brave, the father was dying. When the young man came back into the castle, the lord was afraid, because he thought he has locked the boy in the room and that the boy had died. But, when the lord saw the man with his mother's look, he cried and asked the man's forgiveness. The young man forgave his father, and then father died.

The young man became a lord, but he moved far away to another land. The townspeople never knew what happened to him. The mother who knew the story told the children that he would someday return.

The night was dark and all the stars twinkled as if they were dancing. The blond boy was gone, and the children understood that he would be a grown man if they ever saw him again.

The days grew longer and it was Midsummer. The woman in green and her creatures changed their daily walk and did not go into the garden. The children hid and watched and waited. One of them got some courage to look into the window and this is what he saw. The woman in green was in a great white bed on the shining marble floor. All was white. The two light creature stood like silent pillar on either side of the bed. All the little animals waited outside the doors. The woman was dying.

She did not cry, and one of the creatures began to sing this song.

Oh, lady of no tears
lady who loves and loved without return
Oh lady of health and happiness
who did not ask for love but only joy
Oh lady without tears, who loved and loves
without return, we sing of you,
we wait for Love.

As the creature finished his song, which sounded like water trickling down the hills, a strange man came up to the house. He was older than the woman and he was stooped with care. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in grey, but his boots were black, and he held a book in his hands.

The children saw the creatures move silently like glass to the door and the man came into the marble room. The woman did not stir. The man was surrounded by all the little animals which came into the cottage when he came in. The light creatures led him to the bed of the dying woman.

The children gasped. It was the crying boy, grown up and older than the woman without tears.
The man was crying, like he did when he was a boy. He came up to the bed and knelt down, taking the hand of the woman with no tears. Then, he opened the book he was holding and took our three rings. One was an emerald, the sign of chaste love. One was a ruby, the sing of compassion, and one was a sapphire, the sign of spiritual life. The man took the rings and put them on the hands of the woman of no tears.

Then, he stood up, straight and tall, and the children thought he looked younger. The two light creatures suddenly changed and the children grew afraid, as the creatures grew so large they almost could not fit into the room, and so bright, it hurt the children's eyes to look at them.

Then, the woman of no tears sat up in the bed. And, she was changed. Her pale hair was full and blond. Her pale skin was pink and young. Her soft eyes looked strong and golden.

She stood up and as she did the man who had been the crying boy reached out and took her hands, as she had done before. As they held hands, they disappeared into the great light of the creatures and were gone. All the little animals rushed out of the room, and the little house tumbled into a pile of white stones. The garden grew and grew until the children had to run up the hill to get away from the roses and vines which were filling the valley. A strange music, like a rive of sound, filled the valley.

Then, all was silent. Nothing was left but the overgrown hedge, and the children wondering, went home hardly speaking at what they had seen.





Blog Fairy Tale Seven-The Cave Under The Sea


There was a cave which opened up under the sea. The top of the cave just peered up like a arch of stone over the water. The cave sucked water in and out, like a pump, and foaming white waves spilled over the top.  Seagulls would sit on top of the arch, as the waves would sometimes spit up fish, and the gulls would land and jump up, or pop up as the waves rushed in and out. Behind this cave, about a half a mile away, a rock formation came out of the sea which looked like a great door. The blue sea was silent and peaceful under that door, but on the rocks near the land of an island, the waves swept over the edge, angry and cold.

Antipous grew up on the high cliffs overlooking the submerged cave and the sea door. His father had been a king and he was the heir. However, none of the people of his father's kingdom had stayed on the island, leaving many, many years ago because of a drought and famine.

Antipous was an expert fisherman, and he lived alone, not seeking a wife, as he did not like “princesses”. His father, mother and two brothers had sailed away years before with the last, remaining people, only 400, in small ships and large ships. Where they had gone, Antipous did not know. He alone stayed and fished. But, fishing was hard. Antipous had to sail out into the deep and try for marlin or tuna, large fish and the only reason he could catch these was because he was like a giant.

The other peoples could not fish like Antipous and they did not like going out into the deep for days to find the big fish. At first, Antipous had caught enough fish to save the people from starvation, but the fish moved farther and farther out. Then, one day, his father decided to take all the people to a mainland which he had visited as a youth. Antipous alone remained.

He had promised his father he would marry a royal lady, but he gave up his legacy to inherit when he stayed behind. His brother, Ganymede, would take over the kingdom at the death of his father.

Antipous had never met a princess he liked. Ganymede liked many princesses and found on before he left on the second ship to leave. She was from an island which has sunk beneath the sea, and left only a handful of people in that kingdom. Here name was Typha, and she and Ganymede married the day the ships left.

Antipous did not like princesses. He felt that those daughters of kings were spoiled and wanted power, not love. So, he did not marry and waited and fished.

One day, when Antipous was out into the deep, he passed the submerged cave and noticed something he had never noticed before. A strange writing covered the lip of the cave, writing that was not the language of Antipous' own people. He moved his boat nearer the cave, avoiding the rocky bits around it and avoiding the sucking sea. Yes, there was writing, in white and blue paint, all around the edge and inside the top of the cave. In addition, fish and other sea creatures were painted underneath the writing. Antipous grew braver and used all his great strength to steer his sail boat closer to the cave.

Then, it happened.  The sea grew greedy for his boat and sucked it right into the cave. For a few minutes, Antipous was underneath the sea, barely able to hang on to his boat. Then, in a flash, he was in the cave, swimming with the vortex of the sea. Down, down he went, but his head was above the water. The cave was long and there remained a space above his head. He felt as if he was being drawn away from the island and out farther towards the sea, but he was not completely under the water. Then, in a great rush, Antipous was spun around and around by the blue water and landed on dry land. He was in a very large cave, as large as his father's throne room had been. His boat was gone and he had lost everything but his knife. He stood up and noticed that the cave had a high roof, like the inside of a forest, lined with decorations and writing.
Antipous could not understand why the cave was not filled with water Then, he noticed a river, and saw that the river was very deep, taking the sea water away from the opening of the cave and moving it farther down, underneath the beach and rocks.

Then, Antipous saw something which made him afraid for an instant. He saw footprints in the sand moving away from the edge of the beach and on into a cleft in the rocks. Antipous knew how to get back and even how to find the mouth of the cave. So, he followed the small cleft in the rocks and walked and walked. Here and there were footprints, some large, some small, as if children had passed this way.

Antipous kept moving forward and follow a small path, like a clearing. Then, to his surprise, he saw a shaft of bright light. There was a hole in the rock roof above him. Antipous climbed up the rocks and put his head through the hole.

What he saw was something he would never forget.

Antipous saw his own island, far away, like a small spot on the sea. He recognized the shape. As he turned away, he faced another island, or land he had never seen before when he put out into the deep to fish. How odd, and why had he not seen it?

Antipous squeezed his large, strong body through the hole and walked out on the volcanic rock. The rock was hot, but not painful. Then, Antipous knew he was walking on a new island, made from a volcano. But, how long ago and why had he not seen the smoke from his island.

What was more puzzling were the footprints under him now, in the cavern. He realized something. These footprints may have been made hundreds of years ago, and the people would be gone.

If no one had been to the cavern for a long time, the footprints would remain, like the writing and pictures of the sea creatures, an ancient mystery.

Antipous then realized that the volcano could have changed the island or land he was on so that the cavern may have been pushed lower, as other parts of the land were raised.

Antipous had to jump over a hot stream of boiling water to get to the main part of the land. This he did  and pulled himself up a large hill of black ash and rock, slipping and sliding as he did so.

As he looked over the edge of the hill, he saw miles of destruction, burnt trees, ash, hot mud, and lava. Beyond that, far away, Antipous could see a line of green, either grass or the tops of tress.

All of the sudden Antipous knew where he was. This was the island of Typha, which had disappeared, taking all but six humans down to their deaths. Now, it had risen again, or moved somehow so that the sea was giving up the old for the new.

Antipous ran over the hot rocks, running towards the green. It was not grass, but a strange green glass with white ball caught in it. This line of glass ran in both directions, north and south, as Antipous was moving east.

His feet hurt, so he took his cloak off and made small coverings out of the animal skin he wore. Then, he continued his running, until he found a small stream of water. It was cold and he stood in the stream, looking around him in all directions. Antipous thought the land looked like the Moon on a bright night, pocked  with holes and creases of land. He suddenly was thirsty, but when he smelled the cold water, it smelled like a strong, odd stinking thing, so he did not drink,.
Ahead of him, was a tall hill, and Antipous ran up this hill. It was colder than the other rocks and when he got to the top, he saw that the place was indeed an island. There was a bay, and a beach beyond him to the east. To the north, was his own land, small, like a line on the horizon. To the south, was island turned into cliffs of black rock and  trickling water He could see the turn of the land, and he knew that was all there was to see. Antipous sat down on the cool rock. The trees wee burnt, so he could make a boat to get back home. He would, but then, Antipous saw to his surprise, a small boat with a red sail coming towards the island from the east, into the small bay. Antipous waited and looked. He could see two people in the boat, which came quickly with the wind and settled on the beach.

Antipous had to make a decision. Would he hide and wait and make a boat to go back to his home, or would he go out to meet the two travlers, who were getting out of the boat\?

Antipous decided. He did not want to live alone any more. He would not go back. He would meet the new people.   He lifted up his large arms and waving both, called out in the common language of the area. He saw the two people turn and look at him. Both were women.

They waved back and Antious ran down the hill to the beach. The women stood there watching him. They hesitated, but stayed holding hands together as they waited.

“I am from the far island. My boat is gone. I am Antipous.”

The young women stared at him but the smaller one answered, “I am Calis and this is Messini, my sister. We came here to find two of our people who we thought may have escaped. Did you see anyone? ?

Antipous knew who these young women were. They were relations of his sister-in-law Typha, who had left with the ships so long ago.

“Did not the island disappear six years ago, when my brother met your lady, Typha?”

The taller girl answered, “You must be Antipous, the giant and brother of Ganymede. We are glad to meet you and yes, most of our people died when the island went under the waves. But now you can see it is back again. We were hoping to find some children and their nurse, my Alenti. My old nurse.”

Antipous answered, “I saw footprints under the land, in the big cavern under the sea, but no  one. Only footprints.”

“Then, we must grieve, as we have not seen anyone for the days we have returned here. The land came up just two days ago, and we were hoping...” Messini stopped. She was cyring.

Antipous waited. Then he said, “May I go back with you? From where did you come?”

Calis answered. “We came from a mainland my father found after the first tragedy.  It is a few days from here. We sail east and come to it. Some of our people survived and we live there in plenty and comfort. But, we lost so many, so many children.”

Messini continued. “You may come with us. Come and join our small remnant kingdom.”

“Are you, then, my sister-in-laws?” Antious asked. Oh, no, he thought, they are thoughtless princesses like Typha.

But, he thought, they have come to look for survivors and have been good sailors. He waited.

“Yes,” replied  Messini. “We had heard of our sister' good fortune, but for a long time, our people were weak and needed us. We have only begun to explore.”

Antipous was intrigued. “You sail alone?”

Calis answered, “There are no men left, only women. Do you still want to come with us? We could use you to help us with many chores, but realize you will be the only man out of almost one-hundred.”  Antipous was very quiet. Then he said, “I decided to go with you and not home. So be it. I shall come with you.”

All three got into the little boat with the red sail and Calis took the stern. Within a few mintutes, the wind took the little boat away from the hot island and away from Antipous' own home. He could no longer see the little strip on the horizon.

Within two days, following the stars and the wind, the travelers went east until they saw a great land in the distance. But, Messini said, “We do not land here, but go further north, following the coast until we see a great line of trees in a crescent from the shore. That is our land.” A few hours passed and the women steered the boat to the west, moving within sight of the land, but further into a large crescent shaped bay. Then, Antipous saw the line of trees, all pines, and white sand. Messini steered the boat and Calis took care of the sail until they came into a small inlet of water, which proved to be a small river meeting the sea. The women took the boat up the river, until they came to a small rough dock. There, they landed.

Antipous was amazed. A small village of huts made of reed, all round like bee hives clustered around a well and a small pen of goats. Then, he saw many women coming out to meet them, some with flowers and some with fruit. They were singing a song in an unknown tongue.

Antipous waited until the women greeted the two princesses and then walked behind them as they came into the village. About sixty to seventy bee-hive huts formed small streets branching out from the well and pen in the center

“Did you make all of this without men?” asked Antipous.

“We had to to survive,” said Calis. “We prayed and were inspired to make these huts from the thousands of reeds which grow along the river. We fish, we tamed wild goats and there are many types of fruit trees here. We found wild pigs and we taught ourselves to trap them. We eat better than we did on our island. We found bees, and now we have honey. We found strange herbs and we cook wondeful things. We found rice along the streams in the bogland. And we make bread.”

Antious stared at the women. He was beginning to change his mind about princesses.

Later that night, after a celebration dinner, the princesses told the tribe that the children and nurse were lost to them. Everyone grieved and the princesses said tomorrow no one would work, but sing and think of the lost. Messini, the older and taller princess then stated that Antipous was now part of the tribe and on the third day, he would build his own house according to their rules and chose a job to do, as they had all done.

That night, Antipous went up into the forest and slept under the tall trees. He was to tired to think, but as he looked at the constelllations, he knew this was home, and that Fate had called him here.

The next day was a quiet, singing day of mourning, but on the third day, Messini showed Antipous how to make the round reed house. On the fourth day, Calis showed Antipous how to make the traps for the wild pigs, and where the fruit trees were and the herbs and other edible plants.

That night, Messini asked permission to come into the house of Antipous.

“You must chose a wife quickly, or the women will become restless. You may choose anyone of the tribe and only one, as our customs have always been. We must keep peace and order in the village, You undestand.”

Antipous looked at the tall Messini. She was not beautiful, but she was wise and strong.

“Are  you the oldest, or is Calis? Antipous asked.

Messini blushed, “I am the oldest.”

“Then I choose you. Do you have a rite?”

“There is an old hermit who we found after living here a long time. He is not of our people, but we asked him to be the priest and religious leader, as he seemed a holy man. He agreed and we shall ask his to come into the village for some rite of marriage.”


Antipous put his hand inside his shirt and took out a large sapphire. “My father gave me this to give to my wife when I met a real princess who I could love. This is for you, my Messini. You are not spoiled.”

And, Antipous and Messini were married and in a year, he travelled out to other places and brought men to the village. In a few years, children ran on the beach and nurses watch over the babies.

Life came into Messini and she had twins. Antipous named them Ganymede and Typha.

And, Antipous called the land Messina, after his worthy princess.


              

The Church Is Imploding from Within for Two Reasons


Over the past several days, it has been brought to my attention in conversations with under 50s, that is, Gen-Xers and Millennials, that there is a huge misunderstanding about being a Catholic and living as a Catholic.

Let me list a few things which being a Catholic is NOT:

one, believing that private revelations are the main source of spiritual information;

two, following devotions as the main journey in holiness; this would include putting more emphasis on sacramentals than on sacraments or teaching;

three, believing that the emotional is more important than the rational;

four, believing that one must live in the consolations of God in order to get to heaven;

five, thinking that one's gifts are essential to the Church.

Let me list the things which do define a person as Catholic:

one, knowing and studying the long list of teachings of the Catholic Church, including the elements of the Creed;

two, then, accepting these truths through reason, as far as possible, and by faith;

three, receiving the sacrament of Confession and Holy Communion as frequently as possible; using the sacramentals as secondary, not primary means to God;

four, realizing and knowing that emotions are treacherous and false, not to be trusted unless totally purified by God, and that the emotions serve the passions and not the virtues, which are served by Faith and Reason;

five, being humble and knowing that God cannot use one's gifts until one is purified of egoism and pride.

May I say all this is a different manner-- that the weaknesses among the laity are anti-intellectualism and a lack of faith. Faith is believing without seeing. How many Catholics actually live by and in Faith?

On top of this, one must think like a Catholic and not like a secular, or a pagan, or a protestant.

One must learn, discuss, share, not trivia, or nonsense, but the Faith and with Reason.

to be continued...

A Catholic Fairy Tale-Blog Tale Six "Until the End of Time"


The fireball streaked across the sky and the small girl saw it. It flare like a red arc and fell into the sea near the girl's home. The girl's name was Fial and her mother and father had left her long ago to go to a far land to find money, as they were so poor, That was so long ago, that Fial had forgotten how many years ago they were gone.

They had left Fial on their cold, rocky island with three brothers, three cats, three barrels of dried fish and dried kale, some crockery and a sacred book. The mother and father had taught the children how to fish and make kale soup. But, that was long ago. The island had seen many people leave because of lack of work and poor fishing. Fial and her brothers were the last ones on the island.

One day, the oldest brother, Lit, came to the others and said that he was making a coracle out of reed from the back of the island to look for his parents. Fial was afraid. She had lost her mother and father, and she did not want to lose her eldest brother, a strong, tall boy of fifteen. But, Lit was determined to go. One day, when the sun was shining, Lit said goodbye to his two brothers, and Fial then pushed his coracle into the sea. That was many years ago, and Fial had forgotten how many in her grief. Lit's face was the first she had remembered as a baby, and now she would not see his black hair and brown face again.

After a few years, Dona , the second son, came to his brother and Fial and stated he could no longer eat fish and kale soup. He wanted a bride and to have his own thatched cottage. Fial cried and told him that he could not leave the two youngest on their own. They had already lost their parents to the sea, as well as Lit. But, Dona was determined. He made a coracle out of the reeds at the back of the island and when his craft was done, he pushed it into the sea and left. Fial watched him until her eyes could no longer make him stand out from the waves on the horizon. She slowly went back to the cottage and made soup for herself and the youngest boy, Gare. A few years went by and Gare grew restless. He wanted to make things, like bridges and larger buidlings than what the two could do with the rocks and reeds on the island. But, Gare did not want to leave Fial. He knew it would be wrong to leave his sister on her own on the harsh island. He would think of a way to convince her to move.


As Gare was planning a way to convince Fial to go with him and leave the island, a strange thing happened. On a sunny day, a very large bird flew over Gare three times in a circle. He watched it and noticed that it had black markings on the top of its head. Gare thought “This is Lit” and he watched and waited. The bird, which looked like an albatross, perched itself on a jutting of rock near the small bay which lapped up to the door of the cottage. Gare watched the bird. And suddenly, it flew low over him and dropped a packet at Gare's feet. Gare picked up the packet and watched as the albatross flew higher and higher into the air, out over the sea, and then far away.

Fial saw this and ran out to Gare. They stared at the packet, which was made of seal's leather. Fial told Gare to open it and as he did three things fell into his hand. The first thing was a bright, golden key. It was about six inches long and simple, like a simple house key.

The second thing was a loose diamond, so bright it hurt their eyes in the sunlight. It was finished, not rough, but not in a setting. The third thing was a seal, like one uses for wax. The seal had the shape of a leaping dolphin and strange words around the edge, like runes. Neither Gare nor Fial could read the words.

Just as they were staring at the objects, a second, very strange thing occurred. A large fish, like a small whale, temporarily beached on the sand, and then, it leapt back into the waves and was gone. Where it had landed, was a small map with an island and a compass showing directions. Fial gasped. It was a page missing from the sacred book of her parents she had kept in her room in a drawer. She recognized it as the page which was ripped out of the front of the book. And, as she was holding it, a third strange thing happened. Over the sea, Gare could see a coracle coming. It was tossing on the waves, as if empty. Then, suddenly, it crashed, and was caught on the rocks where the albatross had landed so many minutes ago.

Gare and Fial rushed over to the small craft and there, at the bottom, was an old man. He was very large, for the size of the coracle and he looked healthy, but he was not awake. Kial and Gare reached down quickly, as the coracle was sinking under the rough waves and pulled the man onto the sand. The man began to cough, then he opened his eyes, and looked at the two young brother and sister. The man began to speak, but neither Kial nor Gare could understand his language.

They helped him into the house as a gale was rising and Kial made soup. The man sat by the fire. He tried to speak, but the brother and sister let him know that they could not understand him. Then, the man, who had the whitest of white hair and bright blue eyes, took some damp paper and a pencil like instrument out of his shirt pocket and drew this picture.

He drew a castle with a battle raging in the front, of a large army. He drew a holy priest saying Mass in front of the castle. He drew the priest being killed and the army destroying the castle. The old man stopped and wept quietly. Then, the man pointed to the dead priest and then to himself. Fial and Gare then knew that he too was a priest. The man drew an island with no people. He drew a church and then showed it burning. When he drew, the two youth's understood that the man was the last priest of all, the last priest of the island

Gare gave the priest his bed and then the older man fell asleep. Gare and Fial talked into the early morning and decided to give the objects to the priest and then they fell asleep.

When the two awoke, the priest was setting up to say Mass. Fial and Gare had memories of being taken to Mass as children, but it was so long ago, they could hardly remember. The priest made a sign asking if the coracle was gone. The three then went out and could see it half under the waves. The priest strode out and swam to the coracle, now being tossed here and there. He dove down and came up with a medium sized black box. Fial and Gare watched him take it back to the house. When he could not open it, Gare gave him the key. The priest looked a long time at Gare and then took the key. In the box was wine and some white, small hosts, a cross and long piece of linen marked with purple designs.


Fial and Gare watched as the priest set up a little altar. Then, he began to say Mass,.

Introibo ad altare Dei

Gare knew the words. He was so excited he began to weep. Fial, who had never remembered the words of the Mass watched. Then, the two, priest and server, said the Mass.

Fial felt a warm happiness fill the cottage. She felt like a new girl. She did not understand what was happening, but she knew it was good.

After Mass, all three were quiet for a long time. Then, Fial made soup. Gare then gave the priest the  second thing from the seal pouch. It was the diamond. The priest looked at it and then took a ring without a setting out of his pocket. The diamond fit exactly into the ring, and Gare knew the priest was a bishop. Fial stared as the bishop squeezed the diamond into the ring and watched as Gare knelt down and kissed the ring. She could not believe her eyes.

The third item in the pouch was the seal. Gare's hands were trembling. Fial watched him give the seal to the bishop and she understood. The man was the Pope. The Pope took the seal and placed it on his finger. He then read the words on the side, and Gare for the first time recognized them as Latin, but in an odd form. The words were said by the man, “et ego dico tibi quia tu es Petrus et super hanc petram aedificabo ecclesiam meam et portae inferi non praevalebunt adversum eam.”

Gare fell to his knees as did Fial. They did not know what to do but kneel. The old man took them by the hand and made them stand up. Then, he said in Latin to Gare, that he was not only the last priest in the world, but the Pope. That all of Christendom had been destroyed by many enemies and he alone escaped. Gare, who had learned Latin many years ago from Lit, asked the Pope if he had seen Lit, describing him. The Pope said yes, that Lit had joined the last army of Christendom and died in front of the castle. Then, Gare asked the Pope if he had seen Dona and the Pope said yes, that he had been the steward of the king and now, all were dead.

Fial and Gare did not cry. They had known that their brothers who left so long ago, were dead.

But, then, the Pope asked Gare a question. Would Gare study to be a priest, so that there would be two on earth? Gare, his eyes shining, said yes, with all his heart. Fial was amazed at her youngest brother. But, she was silent.

The last thing to give the Pope was the paper from the sacred book. Gare gave it to the Pope and he looked at it. He laughed a little and said this was a map of the Vatican but the Vatican was no more.

Gare and Fial could not understand why the page was torn out of their sacred book.

The Pope looked at them and said slowly so that Gare could understand, that his parents had left to find the Vatican, not to find money. That people had come from all over the world to defend it from her enemies, but all now was lost. Gare and Fial then knew their parents had been martyred.


They cried for a long time and then, they were peaceful. Night came and the stars shone. The Pope explained that the next day Gare would begin to learn Latin. Fial could learn as well. Then, when Gare's Latin was good enough, the Pope would teach him the Tradition and Truths of the Church.

That night, Fial stared at the stars as she lay on the beach. She could hardly imagine that her world had changed so quickly. She knew what had become of her missing family and she knew that Gare would be a priest. But, what of her. She prayed and asked that God would show her and then, she went back to her room and went to sleep.

After a week, Gare could begin to discuss things with the Pope in Latin. Fial came to him and asked him is he would ask the Pope what she was supposed to do.

Gare brought soup to the Pope after Mass and asked him. The Pope said that Fial would be married, have many children and then die an old woman, in a convent which her daughters would found.

Gare could hardly believe this, as there were no men within hundreds of miles of their island. But, the Pope said this would be so.

Six months and then a year passed. Gare knew how to speak Latin and read so well what the Pope wrote that they would talk for hours. The little cottage was peaceful and happy, with Mass, the simple suppers and conversation.

Then, one day, the Pope said to Gare, “Fial must be made a coracle, and she must leave us here to  find her husband. She will find him on another island and bring him back here. But, she must leave.”

Gare was afraid, but he trusted the Pope, and together they made the best small strong coracle they could. In a week, Fial was kissing the hand of the Pope and her brother's brown face goodbye. Then, she pushed her boat into the waves and was gone.

Fial used her oar, but then let the currents take her. She was going East, into the sun, and the wind was hot. She floated for a long time, several days, until she saw the thin line of a low island. A large bird flew above her and the sky was clear. In two weeks she had been in the small boar, with fish and soup and water. Now, the waters pushed her onto the empty beach of this low island.

It was hot, much hotter than her island. It was almost bare, and rocky. It was dry and windy, not green and rainy like her island.

Fial got out and pulled her coracle up onto the beach. The island was so quiet. She could hardly believe there would be anyone there. The large bird flew over her three times and she followed it up a small cliff. The sun against the rocks almost hurt her eyes. Then, she saw something which surprised her. It was a small church, made out of white stone.

A strange cross which resembled a flower was painted on the rock of the church. She walked towards it and suddenly, there were three men. Fial  became frightened, but one called out in her own language. “Wait, do not be afraid” Fial was about to run away, but when the men approached she saw they were kind and worried.

“Do not be afraid. We are ship-wrecked. We have been hoping for someone to take us to a place where there are people. We escaped from the slaughter of the war.” Fial began to cry. She did not speak of the Pope, but told of her own brothers. One man cried. “I knew Lit. Yes, he died. He was brave”. Fial began to cry so hard that the three men grew more silent. Then, they told her to sit down. They came back with honey, flat bread, mussels and oysters. Fial ate while they told her of the wars. They were a father and two sons. The father was Ambrose and the sons were Paul and Mark. Fial asked them if they were Christians. They said of course, and they were the last soldiers of Christendom. Ambrose explained that he had tried to save the priest who died and could not, the enemies were so fierce. Then, Paul said he was upset at the death of the bishop, the last one, as he had wanted to be priest. Fial listened, and Mark stared at her while she ate.

After awhile, Fial sad slowly, “I know of a bishop.” Paul was so excited that Ambrose told him to be quiet and listen. Fial did not tell the men that the Pope was on her island, but she did tell them that she had met a bishop.

Then, the wind grew hotter and the men offered the little church for Fial to rest in. They stayed outside in the heat and sandy storm which came off the island. Fial awoke. It was the next day. 

Mark had caught and cooked fish, while the others were packing their goods and taking down the church, stone by stone. “If you will let us, we will build a small ship from the driftwood and leave in a week to your island where we can meet this bishop.”

Fial agreed. In one week, all four were in a small boat with a sail, full of fish, nuts, olives, and water. The men cast off, and Fial was on her way home.

The trip took less time and in days, the small boat was putting into the bay in front of Gare and Fial's cottage. The men, especially Paul grew excited as they approached, as he could hardly wait to meet the bishop. But, when Ambrose, Paul and Mark saw Gare and Peter coming towards then, they were struck with silence. All three knelt down in the sand and kissed the Pope's ring. Mark said softly, “Your Holiness.”


Within the year, Mark and Fial were married by Peter. Paul was studying with Gare to be a priest. Ambrose took simple vows to be a monk and hermit. Soon, he went to the other side of the island to pray and be by himself.

In the next year, Mark and Fial had their first baby girl, named Mary, and Gare and Paul were made deacons.

The Church was growing again.




Friday, 16 August 2013

The Religion of What?

Personal contact in : A taxi driver with a cross in his taxi was taken out and decapitated.

Doctors in Ireland Will Be Forced To Do Abortions

http://www.dignitatishumanae.com/index.php/irish-government-set-to-compel-catholic-doctors-to-perform-abortions/

On the best seller list...

http://www.humanevents.com/2013/08/15/mark-levins-liberty-amendments/

Catholics of the West



If you are not doing penance, fasting now and allowing God to purify your heart, mind, and soul, you may easily fall in the sleep of the apostles in Gethsemane. They added to the pain of Our Lord.

Definition of Schism from The Catholic Encyclopedia


I only show the beginning of the excellent article. Passive and active schism has already occurred in the Church and has for at least 40 years. It does not start out all the time as formal denial of papal primacy, but in effect that is what it is.....








Schism (from the Greek schisma, rent, division) is, in the language of theology and canon law, the rupture of ecclesiastical union andunity, i.e. either the act by which one of the faithful severs as far as in him lies the ties which bind him to the social organization of the Church and make him a member of the mystical body of Christ, or the state of dissociation or separation which is the result of that act. In this etymological and full meaning the term occurs in the books of the New Testament. By this name St. Paul characterizes and condemns the parties formed in the community of Corinth (1 Corinthians 1:12): "I beseech you, brethren", he writes, ". . . that there be no schisms among you; but that you be perfect in the same mind, and in the same judgment" (ibid., i, 10). The union of the faithful, he says elsewhere, should manifest itself in mutual understanding and convergent action similar to the harmonious co-operation of our members which God hath tempered "that there might be no schism in the body" (1 Corinthians 12:25). Thus understood, schism is a genus which embraces two distinct species: heretical or mixed schism and schism pure and simple. The first has its source in heresy or joined with it, the second, which most theologians designate absolutely as schism, is the rupture of the bond of subordination without an accompanying persistent error, directly opposed to a definite dogma. This distinction was drawn by St. Jerome and St. Augustine. "Between heresy andschism", explains St. Jerome, "there is this difference, that heresy perverts dogma, while schism, by rebellion against the bishop, separates from the Church. Nevertheless there is no schism which does not trump up a heresy to justify its departure from the Church (In Ep. ad Tit., iii, 10). And St. Augustine: "By false doctrines concerning God heretics wound faith, by iniquitous dissensions schismatics deviate from fraternal charity, although they believe what we believe" (On Faith and the Creed 9). But as St. Jerome remarks, practically and historically, heresy and schism nearly always go hand in hand; schism leads almost invariably to denial of the papal primacy.

Schism, therefore, is usually mixed, in which case, considered from a moral standpoint, its perversity is chiefly due to the heresy which forms part of it. In its other aspect and as being purely schism it is contrary to charity and obedience; to the former, because it severs the ties of fraternal charity, to the latter, because the schismatic rebels against the Divinely constituted hierarchy. However, not every disobedience is a schism; in order to possess this character it must include besides the transgression of the commands of superiors, denial of their Divine right to command. On the other hand, schism does not necessarily imply adhesion, either public or private, to a dissenting group or a distinct sect, much less the creation of such a group. Anyone becomes a schismatic who, though desiring to remain aChristian, rebels against legitimate authority, without going as far as the rejection of Christianity as a whole, which constitutes the crime of apostasy.

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Some theologians distinguish "active" from "passive" schism. By the former they understand detaching oneself deliberately from the body of the Church, freely renouncing the right to form a part of it. They call passive schism the condition of those whom the Church herself rejects from her bosom by excommunication, inasmuch as they undergo this separation whether they will or no, having deserved it. Hence, this article will deal directly only with active schism, which is schism properly so-called. It is nevertheless clear that so-called passive schism not only does not exclude the other, but often supposes it in fact and theory. 

You can read the rest here...http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/13529a.htm

The Shock from Archbishop Eamon Martin


By now, most of you would have read the Tablet article on Archbishop Eamon Martin's comments on pro-abortion politicians. See my post below for an excellent link on this.

http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.ie/2013/08/must-read-and-must-digest-implications.html

I remind people that when the wars against the Israelites in happened in the Books of Joshua and Maccabees, the first response of the leaders was a call to repentance for the whole People of God.

Joshua and the Maccabees knew that the cause of the wars was the evil of the Israelites, primarily idolatry. Only when the People under their leaders repented did victory occur. Only when the entire nation humbled themselves and were obedient to God did God aid the armies of Israel.

God sent supernatural powers, great angelic warriors, to help fight the enemies of the Jews. But, He will not help us unless our Church leaders repent of supporting in anyway abortion and ssm legislation.

I am waiting for clarification from Ireland. I am in Ireland for many more weeks. If this Archbishop and others do not change the heinous support of abortion, Ireland will go the way of all nations who disobeyed God.

This is another sign of the decadence of the Church here, not in individuals here and there, not in some good and clear priests, but in the hierarchy.

God will not help Ireland until Ireland repents.

The problem is that the Archbishop has defined the problem in terms of politics instead of morality.

Supporting aborting babies is not merely a political stance, but a SIN. That idea is missing in the Archbishop's statement.

Of what is he afraid? Conflict? Joshua and the Maccabees plunged into conflict as they had to respond to the enemies who would defile the People of God and the Temple.

We have Christ in our midst. How can we do less?

Miscellaneous

Tasha, I shall continue answering your questions on Saturday.

Dark Night of the Soul series will continue on Saturday.


Thanks.....

Must read and must digest the implications of this statement from Irish bishop

http://protectthepope.com/?p=7974

If this is true, the Irish Church may be in schism.