For those who do not think there is a problem here---
and, my situation is not that unusual, just more extreme.
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Peter Pam
I have written about Peter Pan-see all the links.
But, I have forgotten, until today, Peter Pams.
The same syndrome that can affect men who become Peter Pans has affected women.
Now, the women in my generation tend to be strong and independent. We were raised that way, to do something for others in families and in the world. All my closest female friends have amazing gifts and talents, plus children (grown up, mostly) and strong prayer lives.
The Baby-Boomers were not spoiled and we had to earn praise. Most of us grew up in families where we had to share and we escaped being "princesses".
Along came a generation of smaller families owing to contraception and the entitlement mentality. Disney brainwashed millions of girls into thinking "someday my prince will come" and deliver then from the boredom of materialism and consumerism. But, the consumerism morphed.
I have a list of steps on "how to create a Peter Pan". Here is how to create a Peter Pam.
1) Stifle and overprotect the girl so that she never has time to develop into her own self.
2) Buy her love, so that she will expect things for the rest of her life.
3) Constantly give her what she wants, never deny her and spoil her.
4) Do not let her do chores, like dishes, laundry, cooking, sewing. Make her think housework is beneath her.
5) Make her hate children by passing on your own hatred of children.
6) Make her totally dependent on men by teaching her to be a sex object.
7) Let her use her power of manipulation unbridled.
8) Forget she has a soul and a brain.
9) Make her want to remain a little girl by creating fear and cowardice in her being. Never let her make mistakes.
10) Ignore her real needs, like discipline, and guidance, especially from dad.
11) Let her date too young and too often, and do not pay attention to whom she is dating.
12) Be friends with your daughter and not parents.
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com/2013/06/more-on-three-ps.html
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-predominant-fault-in-some-men.html
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com/2013/11/how-to-create-peter-pan.html
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com/2014/02/narcissism-victory-of-peter-pans.html
Small Prayer to Mary by Supertradmum
Open doors which sin and weakness have shut.
Our Lady of Fatima, give us hope.
Our Lady of Lourdes, give us healing.
Our Lady of Knock, give us peace.
Our Lady of Carafa, give us love.
Our Lady, Virgo Potens, give us strength.
Our Lady of Sorrows, give us patience.
Our Lady of Guadelupe, give us life.
Our Lady of Good Help, give us our daily needs.
Our Lady of Kibeho, give us discernment.
Our Lady of Akita, give us obedient hearts.
Our Lady of Walsingham, give us purity.
Our Lady of Beauraing, give us the gift of prayer.
Our Lady of Banneux, give us faith in poverty.
Our Lady of Betania, give us honor for the Eucharist
Our Lady of Syracuse, give us holy families.
http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/resources/aprtable.html
http://www.theotokos.org.uk/pages/approved/appariti/beaurain.html
From The Bellwether
I have thought for many years that events and personal happenings in my life have been prophetic. In other words, I have experienced years before others what the Church had experienced in recent times and what more and more Catholics will experience.
Those who have known me for a long time have noted this as well.
Therefore, when I am "going through something", I stand back and reflect that events may not be merely for me personally to ponder, as part of purification, for example, but for the larger Church.
Why this is so may only be answered by the fact that I love the Church so much and have most of my life.
The odd things which have happened in my life since late October of last year are coming to a head. Because of circumstances, I was plunked back in the Midwest without me planning such. In six months, I have not been able to find a job which will pay for rent, transportation, and food.
I temporarily was teaching a delightful student, but that is over. I have not found permanent housing.
This situation is now at a crisis point. How one makes decisions must be based on the information one has at any given time.
I shall give some details and then share what I think the Church will experience, soon.
First of all, I spent yesterday on the phone calling homeless shelters for women. These are all full, except for one which has a really dumb rule which excluded me. This is a rule that one must be living in the city where one applies, which means that one cannot have moved about in friends' houses outside this particular city.
Second, I phoned several convents and monasteries and none could help me. None.
Third, I phoned several friends, including one with a rosary group to find out if someone had a room to rent.
None do for very good reasons-almost all my friends about my age have adult children now living at home. Amazing, and some have more than one adult child living at home.
The upshot is that I may end up in a tent. And, I need to be somewhere without asthmatic triggers.
So, at three in the morning, I am thinking, as I hear coyotes howling in the next farm and a large deer snorting in the dark under my window, that many in the Church will become displaced persons.
Once the persecution starts, people will lose jobs. I have lost jobs for being truly Catholic. Do not kid yourselves, if you are a member of the Church Militant, you will bear the scars of war.
If you are not fighting, you will be secure, but at a price.
Someone may not understand the tent cities of the unemployed and homeless in Florida. I do.
Anyone of us can have circumstances which cause one to be extremely poor. At least, I am not in any debt, praise God. And, I try to help my seminarian son is small ways, as he has needs as well. Americans have no clue how poor the Church in Europe really is. The vast majority of Catholics in Europe do not tithe, and people do not give donations to individual sems. There is an anti-clericism which hinders charity.
In America, Catholics are simply not geared up to help people who fall outside the norms of family life or steady employment.
We are not organized, as too many Catholics have settled for government programs instead of planning on charity.
People, government programs not only are limited, but limit.
Remember, there is social engineering behind all these situations I am describing.
Rules and bureaucracy create barriers and mind-sets. A woman spoke with me for fifteen minutes before telling me I do not qualify because I have not lived in that particular city for so many months. Crazy. And, no one cares that I pay for cell phone minutes instead of other necessities. Americans are so spoiled, that they lack imagination.
My parish priest even went to two parish councils, (he has four parishes), to see if they would rent out empty rectories or empty rooms. His efforts failed. People cannot think outside the box. They do not want to get involved because poverty and homelessness are too scary to face. I remind them of what could happen.
Just wait. When the punishment for abortion and ssm comes to America, all will be effected.
I am the bellwether.
In the meantime, I am open to working and living anywhere. Perhaps someone has a lead.
Ta muchly....
Those who have known me for a long time have noted this as well.
Therefore, when I am "going through something", I stand back and reflect that events may not be merely for me personally to ponder, as part of purification, for example, but for the larger Church.
Why this is so may only be answered by the fact that I love the Church so much and have most of my life.
The odd things which have happened in my life since late October of last year are coming to a head. Because of circumstances, I was plunked back in the Midwest without me planning such. In six months, I have not been able to find a job which will pay for rent, transportation, and food.
I temporarily was teaching a delightful student, but that is over. I have not found permanent housing.
This situation is now at a crisis point. How one makes decisions must be based on the information one has at any given time.
I shall give some details and then share what I think the Church will experience, soon.
First of all, I spent yesterday on the phone calling homeless shelters for women. These are all full, except for one which has a really dumb rule which excluded me. This is a rule that one must be living in the city where one applies, which means that one cannot have moved about in friends' houses outside this particular city.
Second, I phoned several convents and monasteries and none could help me. None.
Third, I phoned several friends, including one with a rosary group to find out if someone had a room to rent.
None do for very good reasons-almost all my friends about my age have adult children now living at home. Amazing, and some have more than one adult child living at home.
The upshot is that I may end up in a tent. And, I need to be somewhere without asthmatic triggers.
So, at three in the morning, I am thinking, as I hear coyotes howling in the next farm and a large deer snorting in the dark under my window, that many in the Church will become displaced persons.
Once the persecution starts, people will lose jobs. I have lost jobs for being truly Catholic. Do not kid yourselves, if you are a member of the Church Militant, you will bear the scars of war.
If you are not fighting, you will be secure, but at a price.
Someone may not understand the tent cities of the unemployed and homeless in Florida. I do.
Anyone of us can have circumstances which cause one to be extremely poor. At least, I am not in any debt, praise God. And, I try to help my seminarian son is small ways, as he has needs as well. Americans have no clue how poor the Church in Europe really is. The vast majority of Catholics in Europe do not tithe, and people do not give donations to individual sems. There is an anti-clericism which hinders charity.
In America, Catholics are simply not geared up to help people who fall outside the norms of family life or steady employment.
We are not organized, as too many Catholics have settled for government programs instead of planning on charity.
People, government programs not only are limited, but limit.
Remember, there is social engineering behind all these situations I am describing.
Rules and bureaucracy create barriers and mind-sets. A woman spoke with me for fifteen minutes before telling me I do not qualify because I have not lived in that particular city for so many months. Crazy. And, no one cares that I pay for cell phone minutes instead of other necessities. Americans are so spoiled, that they lack imagination.
My parish priest even went to two parish councils, (he has four parishes), to see if they would rent out empty rectories or empty rooms. His efforts failed. People cannot think outside the box. They do not want to get involved because poverty and homelessness are too scary to face. I remind them of what could happen.
Just wait. When the punishment for abortion and ssm comes to America, all will be effected.
I am the bellwether.
In the meantime, I am open to working and living anywhere. Perhaps someone has a lead.
Ta muchly....
Are you scared, yet?
http://washingtonexaminer.com/new-federal-database-will-track-americans-credit-ratings-other-financial-information/article/2549064
and my medical friends who are honest tell me that most, if not all, of medical care is planned to be hospital based, and not primary care based.
Who knows about this? Obviously, this is a plan of one, big health care system without personal attention from one's traditional personal care provider.
Americans are asleep.
and my medical friends who are honest tell me that most, if not all, of medical care is planned to be hospital based, and not primary care based.
Who knows about this? Obviously, this is a plan of one, big health care system without personal attention from one's traditional personal care provider.
Americans are asleep.
Loss of Words
Today, I am at a loss for words. I cannot tell you all why as of yet.
Prayers, please....
Prayers, please....
I Love The Benediktbeuron Style
It is also called Beuronese. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beuron_Archabbey
I discovered it a long time ago and was thrilled when I first saw the murals at Conception Abbey.
You may look at those here.
The Visitation
I am named after the Blessed Mother. My sister was named after Elizabeth. She died over fifty years ago. She is in heaven, as she died as an almost one year old.
I hope to see her in heaven--our own less holy, less exalted, but happy meeting. May St. Elizabeth and St. Mary grant me this desire.
I hope to see her in heaven--our own less holy, less exalted, but happy meeting. May St. Elizabeth and St. Mary grant me this desire.
Friday, 30 May 2014
Revelation, Reform, Revolt, The Pope
Much confusion in the Church today rests in the doubts of many Christians regarding Revelation and Tradition, the two pillars of the Church. Over many days, I have shared a bit of Henry Cardinal Manning's thoughts from The Temporal Mission of The Holy Ghost.
One reason I have been recommending this book is the furor of this current pope.
When one understands that the Holy Spirit is the ONLY Teacher and Guide of the Church and that no man or individuals can change the immutable teaching of the Church, then one does not get so upset about sound-bites.
The problem is not with Revelation, but with the Protestantized mind-set of the media and groups of Catholics, both which do not understand the preservation of Truth in the one, holy, Catholic, and apostolic Church.
No person can change the Church's teaching. Protestants see the doctrines of the Church as corrupted. The opposite is true. They have corrupted the doctrines.
The media has seen the doctrines of the Church as out-dated and unnecessary. The Church alone knows what is necessary for salvation.
Weak Catholics, who have not taken time to study the history of the Church or whose minds and hearts hold vestiges of revolution and relativism, fall into confusion, and all confusion is from the devil.
As Manning indicates, there is the "perpetuity of truth" within the Church, not settled on one man who speaks like a human except in certain circumstances, (why we HAVE a teaching on infallibility). This perpetuity of truth has been given and is guided by God, the Holy Spirit.
Reform in the Church comes from the Holy Spirit and this reform is not a change of doctrine ever, but merely a clarification of truth.
Let me quote Manning one more time from this book:
"The illumination of the Spirit informs the collective and continuous intelligence of the Church with adequate and precise conceptions of revealed truth, and the assistance of the Holy Spirit guides and sustains the Church in the adequate and precise enunciation of those conceptions."
That trads seem to be more upset with sound-bites indicates to me that they, of all people, seem to have either forgotten the truth of the Holy Spirit within the Church from Pentecost down to this present day, or they simply do not believe this is true.
Too bad history and Church history were subjects dropped from Catholic curricula so long ago. History and the study of the councils and doctrine give a perspective sadly missing from many commentators today.
One reason I have been recommending this book is the furor of this current pope.
When one understands that the Holy Spirit is the ONLY Teacher and Guide of the Church and that no man or individuals can change the immutable teaching of the Church, then one does not get so upset about sound-bites.
The problem is not with Revelation, but with the Protestantized mind-set of the media and groups of Catholics, both which do not understand the preservation of Truth in the one, holy, Catholic, and apostolic Church.
No person can change the Church's teaching. Protestants see the doctrines of the Church as corrupted. The opposite is true. They have corrupted the doctrines.
The media has seen the doctrines of the Church as out-dated and unnecessary. The Church alone knows what is necessary for salvation.
Weak Catholics, who have not taken time to study the history of the Church or whose minds and hearts hold vestiges of revolution and relativism, fall into confusion, and all confusion is from the devil.
As Manning indicates, there is the "perpetuity of truth" within the Church, not settled on one man who speaks like a human except in certain circumstances, (why we HAVE a teaching on infallibility). This perpetuity of truth has been given and is guided by God, the Holy Spirit.
Reform in the Church comes from the Holy Spirit and this reform is not a change of doctrine ever, but merely a clarification of truth.
Let me quote Manning one more time from this book:
"The illumination of the Spirit informs the collective and continuous intelligence of the Church with adequate and precise conceptions of revealed truth, and the assistance of the Holy Spirit guides and sustains the Church in the adequate and precise enunciation of those conceptions."
That trads seem to be more upset with sound-bites indicates to me that they, of all people, seem to have either forgotten the truth of the Holy Spirit within the Church from Pentecost down to this present day, or they simply do not believe this is true.
Too bad history and Church history were subjects dropped from Catholic curricula so long ago. History and the study of the councils and doctrine give a perspective sadly missing from many commentators today.
Moon Fire, Sun Fire, Pat's Fire
Fire heart of Patrick made the
old priests angry by his sign
of rebellion against older ways.
Moon fire, sun fire, Pat's fire
changing generations of those
who watched and waited into
holy saints, winding their way
to small huts, to coracles,
crossing seas in fierce faith.
Miles from the Hill of Slane,
but in Christmas-tide, not
the bright day of Resurrection,
on a night of wandering thoughts,
an Irish moon, huge, orange took
the sky by the horns and grappled
for attention over the starry forms,
gracing the edges of trees. St. Pat's
challenge created fire out of the faith,
like this moon, this giant overseer of
land and green hills. Thirty months
passed, leaving petals dried in bowls,
while the sun, this evening, stood over
the rolling hills of black cattle and doe
as graceful as lace on the tablecloth.
Orange sun, ball of fire, finally giving in
to the small forest of oak and maple,
trees planted by farmers who wanted
privacy, but this sun cries out for
attention, searing the eyes, then
sightly fading into a distant flame
now a memory, like Patrick's fire,
like my moon over County Meath
in January, in a world older than
these glacial hills, which barely felt
the footsteps of men, and more of
beast, wild and domestic, together
ignoring each other as they eat the
new grass under the sinking red
sphere, oblivious to my humanity.
old priests angry by his sign
of rebellion against older ways.
Moon fire, sun fire, Pat's fire
changing generations of those
who watched and waited into
holy saints, winding their way
to small huts, to coracles,
crossing seas in fierce faith.
Miles from the Hill of Slane,
but in Christmas-tide, not
the bright day of Resurrection,
on a night of wandering thoughts,
an Irish moon, huge, orange took
the sky by the horns and grappled
for attention over the starry forms,
gracing the edges of trees. St. Pat's
challenge created fire out of the faith,
like this moon, this giant overseer of
land and green hills. Thirty months
passed, leaving petals dried in bowls,
while the sun, this evening, stood over
the rolling hills of black cattle and doe
as graceful as lace on the tablecloth.
Orange sun, ball of fire, finally giving in
to the small forest of oak and maple,
trees planted by farmers who wanted
privacy, but this sun cries out for
attention, searing the eyes, then
sightly fading into a distant flame
now a memory, like Patrick's fire,
like my moon over County Meath
in January, in a world older than
these glacial hills, which barely felt
the footsteps of men, and more of
beast, wild and domestic, together
ignoring each other as they eat the
new grass under the sinking red
sphere, oblivious to my humanity.
Meteor at Dusk-May 29th
Here, today, I said a feeble prayer,
almost afraid to ask for a sign, a
small signature from God in His
sky. But, feeling weak and young,
I did ask, for an orange ball of fire
to wing its way past my window,
just after the sunset when the sky was
dark as dark in this countryside.
Twenty seconds of musing and then,
across the lower sky, a red core of
fire, followed by hot white streaked
past my window. I did believe in this
sign, so quickly answered, as if my
Father in Heaven had planted that
small meteor in His plan to remind
me that I am one of His small ones.
A daughter without much to show
without much to leave to my one
descendant, but a meteor memory,
written in a poem of little account.
A few seconds of assurance that one
someone, somewhere, (where I do
not know), is thinking of me in a
kind and gentle manner on another
shore, where the sea makes the sky
as big as paints this prairie.
almost afraid to ask for a sign, a
small signature from God in His
sky. But, feeling weak and young,
I did ask, for an orange ball of fire
to wing its way past my window,
just after the sunset when the sky was
dark as dark in this countryside.
Twenty seconds of musing and then,
across the lower sky, a red core of
fire, followed by hot white streaked
past my window. I did believe in this
sign, so quickly answered, as if my
Father in Heaven had planted that
small meteor in His plan to remind
me that I am one of His small ones.
A daughter without much to show
without much to leave to my one
descendant, but a meteor memory,
written in a poem of little account.
A few seconds of assurance that one
someone, somewhere, (where I do
not know), is thinking of me in a
kind and gentle manner on another
shore, where the sea makes the sky
as big as paints this prairie.
Cottonwood Memories
Puffs from the Cottonwood trees sail past
my window, slowly, gracefully in this heat.
Once seen, each disappears across the road,
into the hedges, into the copses of now-full trees.
Few notice the days white flies about the fields,
caught on barred-wire fencing, brushing cows,
in softness. Soon, this invasion will disappear
into the past, as May ends and June turns the
days into corn-growing heat and ennui. The
cycle of the Cottonwoods has lasted for
centuries here, near the Wapsi, where the
Blackbirds and Cowbirds make a racket,
in the brush. Three small brown birds chase
the Fan-tail Hawk away from their hidden
nests, nests full of puffs. Perhaps the birds
are the only creatures which notice or use
the soft white down of the trees. But, I
am told that long ago, long, long ago,
the Native Americans used the bark
and roots, but not necessarily the fluffy
seeds. I am afraid today, that my presence
in your memory will be only a white puff,
gently rolling on the wind, but gone, caught
in nothing, dropped and forgotten even by birds.
my window, slowly, gracefully in this heat.
Once seen, each disappears across the road,
into the hedges, into the copses of now-full trees.
Few notice the days white flies about the fields,
caught on barred-wire fencing, brushing cows,
in softness. Soon, this invasion will disappear
into the past, as May ends and June turns the
days into corn-growing heat and ennui. The
cycle of the Cottonwoods has lasted for
centuries here, near the Wapsi, where the
Blackbirds and Cowbirds make a racket,
in the brush. Three small brown birds chase
the Fan-tail Hawk away from their hidden
nests, nests full of puffs. Perhaps the birds
are the only creatures which notice or use
the soft white down of the trees. But, I
am told that long ago, long, long ago,
the Native Americans used the bark
and roots, but not necessarily the fluffy
seeds. I am afraid today, that my presence
in your memory will be only a white puff,
gently rolling on the wind, but gone, caught
in nothing, dropped and forgotten even by birds.
Too bad the descendants were ignored
http://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/may/30/richard-iii-no-bunch-backed-toad-hunchback-research-lancet?CMP=twt_fd
Too bad Shakespeare made him so ugly...but the play is great, nonetheless.
Too bad Shakespeare made him so ugly...but the play is great, nonetheless.
Summer Family Activities
One of the interesting things one can do in the summer holiday months, when the children are out of school, are family activities concerning religion.
One thing could be a night, or even two nights, when the entire family studies the Catechism of the Catholic Church together, if one has children over the age of 13 or so.
Another fun thing to do is to make videos of the lives of the saints-let the kids do this.
A third possibility is making a Bible Garden, which would be planting and harvesting some of the plants mentioned in the Bible.
There are resources out there for such things.
Do not waste the hours of daylight and the time off.
We would make little dramas for the other kids in the neighborhood. Moms would share gifts making crafts and having kids over to learn new skills.
Sharing is a great way to build community, but begin with and in your own family.
Give your children wonderful memories and ideas to carry on into the next generation.
One thing could be a night, or even two nights, when the entire family studies the Catechism of the Catholic Church together, if one has children over the age of 13 or so.
Another fun thing to do is to make videos of the lives of the saints-let the kids do this.
A third possibility is making a Bible Garden, which would be planting and harvesting some of the plants mentioned in the Bible.
There are resources out there for such things.
Do not waste the hours of daylight and the time off.
We would make little dramas for the other kids in the neighborhood. Moms would share gifts making crafts and having kids over to learn new skills.
Sharing is a great way to build community, but begin with and in your own family.
Give your children wonderful memories and ideas to carry on into the next generation.
Books, books, books
I am currently reading Cardinal Manning's two books on the Holy Spirit, finishing up the first one and starting the second, plus continuing with Garrigou-Lagrange's Providence and Predestination, which I am re-reading after many years.
I am also trying to learn Maltese with the help of a friend. Interesting language. Here is the Hail Mary.
I am not good with languages and have to concentrate.
I am also trying to learn Maltese with the help of a friend. Interesting language. Here is the Hail Mary.
Sliema ghalik, Marija,
bil-grazzja mimlija.
Il-Mulej mieghek,
imbierka inti fost in-nisa,
u mbierek il-frott tal-guf
tieghek Gesu.
bil-grazzja mimlija.
Il-Mulej mieghek,
imbierka inti fost in-nisa,
u mbierek il-frott tal-guf
tieghek Gesu.
Qaddisa Marija, Omm
Alla, itlob ghalina
midinbin issa u fis-siegha
tal-mewt taghna, Amen
Alla, itlob ghalina
midinbin issa u fis-siegha
tal-mewt taghna, Amen
I am not good with languages and have to concentrate.
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