For months Michael Hoffman’s latest book, The Occult Renaissance Church of Rome has stayed
put in my bathroom. I had eagerly awaited it and picked it up from time to
time, reading enough to satisfy me that his essential thesis was quite correct;
over the past 500 years or so the Roman Catholic Church has been irretrievably corrupted—by
usury, Talmudic/Kabbalist infiltration, anything-goes ecumenism, perversion,
and the occult black arts.
Each day when I took my constitutional the book was there,
reminding me that the institution meant to carry forward and defend the living word
of Jesus had become a sellout, a perfidious betrayer. As a result, for any
Roman Catholic whose faith remains intact the sacraments are no longer available.
Oh they are in form, but not in
substance. The spiritual efficacy is gone that is supposed to emanate from the
Vicar of Christ through cardinals and bishops and the priests via the
sacraments of communion, confession, etc. And, since the hoax known as Vatican
II, the Tridentine Latin Mass—the REAL Mass—is no longer available. In other
words, the desolation is complete; the grace, comfort and guidance was gutted out.
The Roman Catholic religion has become an empty shell. That’s some kind of
thievery. (See, e.g., https://aim4truth.org/2017/02/18/whore-of-babylon-revealed-the-dark-secrets-of-the-vatican-exposed/ )
In fact, the current abomination known as the Vatican is a
Luciferian entity whose Satanic practices are personified by its anti-pope
Francis, an anti-Christ whose blackened soul represents the antithesis of
Christianity—he is nothing short of an apotheosis of charlatanry. Yes, the
Chair of St. Peter is vacant—sede vacante—and
has been since Pope Leo X began accepting the practice of usury in about the
year 1510 A.D.—in Hoffman’s words, usury being the “mortal sin that was and now
is not.” Because none of the popes that succeeded Leo X renounced usury (with
its accompanying sins of sodomy and moral relativism) those popes too were
lacking in moral and spiritual authority.
Of course as a lad I was not altogether clueless. I remember
the idiocy of “the folk mass” that broke out in the mid-60s after Vatican II and
the rest of the casuistry that attended this final washing out of the Faith
from the Roman Church. I was not then conscious of the steadily growing atrophy
at the heart of that Church. Instead, I learned the dogma and teachings, the
doctrine of one, holy catholic and apostolic Church, unaware of the cancer that
had been eating away at it for 500 years. But a growing disillusionment began
creeping over me until, by about 1970 I had all but abandoned my Catholicism. In
its place I was caught up in the post-modern lies perpetuated by the “Glare of coolism,” rooted in the Tavistock-CIA-Mossad
propaganda machine that essentially pushed its mind control via TV, radio, rock’n’roll
and Hollywood.
For the bulk of my life, from the age of 16 onwards, until I
began waking up in my early 50s (about 2006), I bobbed about, hip and cool, in
a sea of uncertainty about everything around me. Still, for whatever reason, I always
maintained an outsider mentality. I never bought into the whole lie. That is, I
sought to stay on the margins, never embracing the materialist utopia whole-hog.
I cast myself as a blues man, adopting and playing this fringeland music. And I
took to doing roofing work for a while to stay free from the typical strivers
of the mainstream. All this time, I kept a flame of faith alive within me.
Similarly, I continued venerating education.
As I stayed on a tack of “spiritual seeking” I kept pecking
away at studies of various kinds—public administration, law, and theories of
consciousness. I was less aware that
education too had been co-opted. That same dogged dissatisfaction kept eating
away at my soul as I traversed the socially engineered panopticon. The falsity
and deceit, the lack of role models—one might say, the virtual abandonment of
rugged individualism—left this scruffy and tenacious seeker in a lonely world
of separation and alienation. For a while I went about asking, “My people, my
people, where are my people?” I knew that truth—the real, the authentic—had
been eclipsed by something awful, but I could not quite put my finger on it
until my best years were behind me. Too bad—all I could do was to get in line like
a foolish man to receive my booby prize (comprised of certificates and licenses
and endeavors that went nowhere).
For a month or so I wondered whether the real Catholicism
was alive within the Orthodox traditions. I explored this but couldn’t get into
it either, especially after learning that the particular Western right I was
investigating also had no qualms about usury. Maybe, I thought, like Sufism, real Catholicism
is now confined to various outlier, ad hoc communities (e.g., with such arcane
groups as the “Old Believers” who reside mostly in Russia). I just don’t know—who
does?
So I sent away for a silver Antioch cross and a Russian
cross pendant, hung them on a silver chain and decided to wear them. I declare
myself now to be a non-denominational Catholic. Actually, I don’t know if such
a thing exists, but I don’t know what else to call myself. I still have my
faith despite the absence of an institutionally legitimate religious framework.
So be it.
Finally, just yesterday morning I watched some videos on Fatima.
http://beforeitsnews.com/prophecy/2017/11/fatima-miracle-its-all-here-3rd-secret-revealed-2495230.html I am now considering saying the rosary daily. That may seem corny or stupid to folks, but
not to me.
