Author Topic: Autobiography of Archbishop Thuc (Read 624778 times)

Incredulous · « **Reply #855 on:** September 24, 2026, 10:26:46 PM »

Bishop Carmona was hunted and died in the tradition of the Cristeros Holy religious.

While the Consiliar bishop who sought his life was a disciple of the Sephardic bastard jew, Plutarco Calles, the "Burner of Priests".

Persto · « **Reply #856 on:** **Yesterday** at 07:06:01 AM »

https://www.materdeiseminary.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/October-Adsum.pdf

Bishop Carmona's Body Incorrupt

Bishop Pivarunas relates:
"Shortly after my consecration in September of 1991, the late Bishop Moises Carmona died in an automobile accident on November 1 of that same year. When I traveled to his parish church, Divina Providencia in Acapulco, Mexico for the funeral, I learned so many wonderful things about his courage and zeal to spread the Faith throughout Mexico. It was at that time that I inherited from Bishop Carmona the responsibilities of the Spiritual care of numerous churches and thousands of Catholic faithful throughout Mexico for the next 8 years. So extensive was this work, that just two years later, in November of 1993, I consecrated Bishop Dolan to help me in Mexico. After 8 years of working with the Trento priests (the group of Bishop Carmona's priests), I requested these priests to elect one of their own to be consecrated. On May 11, 1999, Bishop Martin Davila was consecrated by me with the assistance of Bishop Dolan.

I had the burial of Bishop Carmona in a cemetery some miles from the church. After a number of years, his body was transferred to a crypt in a lower chapel below Divina Providencia Church. It was truly amazing when this transference took place. Bishop Carmona's body showed no signs of decomposition. The pictures of him taken when his body was put in the crypt look the same as at the time of his funeral. Let us especially remember to pray for the repose of the soul of this Bishop, who fought the good fight, who finished the course, and who kept the Faith."

It was 5 years after his death, that the body of Bishop Carmona was reinterred In 1996. Carmona's body was exhumed and transferred by Fr. Martín Dávila Gandara (now Bishop) of the SST (Trento Priests). Bishop Davila is also a witness that during the transference, Carmona's body showed no signs of decomposition, and that pictures taken of him when his body was put into the crypt looked the same as at the time of his funeral.

Incredulous · « **Reply #857 on:** **Yesterday** at 09:35:37 AM »

This is the first time I've heard Bishop Carmona's body was incorrupt. This is so wonderful and consoling to know.

How humble and persecuted were Archbishop Thuc's children! They understood that the Faith was at stake and persevered.

Shabbat goys, Mason's, jew propagandists and a good portion of the Trad movement mock & revile them.

These sins of persecuting and calumniating the remnant Church's Holy religious will be laid at their feet during their own judgements.

Ladislaus · « **Reply #858 on:** **Yesterday** at 10:46:09 AM »

Do they have pictures of Bishop Carmona? I know the priest who was driving the car when Bishop Carmona was killed ... later went to SSPX.

If you've also hear about Bishop Guerard des Lauriers, that's a chapter right out of "Live of the Saints".
https://www.wmreview.org/p/in-memoriam-guerard-des-lauriers

Ladislaus · « **Reply #859 on:** **Yesterday** at 10:51:54 AM »

Quote from: Ladislaus on Yesterday at 10:46:09 AM

https://www.wmreview.org/p/in-memoriam-guerard-des-lauriers

... just one section

Mgr Guérard des Lauriers’ piety

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“We can do nothing, feeble orators that we are, for the glory of extraordinary souls: the wise man is right to say that ‘their works alone can praise them.’” (Prov. 31.31)

I make my own these words of a celebrated orator, after this too brief recollection of so full a life, and I come to the more personal testimony I must bring to the tomb of this son of the Angelic Patriarch [St Dominic], whom it was given to me to see and to hear so often in his last years. God grant that I find the right tone to express here the filial piety his company inspired in me, and the emotion I feel before his passing.

The first of the virtues I must celebrate in Mgr Guérard des Lauriers, because it was without doubt the most striking, is piety.
It was not possible to attend with indifference the Masses he celebrated, nor the offices or prayers he led. This impression was so strong that those who had experienced it once were most often willing to overlook many inconveniences to profit from this richness of graces. And God knows that Mgr Guérard was often late on account of his great age; that the road was long to reach his home; very long for families burdened with many small children; and that his Masses lasted no less than two hours! Having set out fasting around 9am, it was toward 2pm (and very often later) before the mother could light her stove! No matter; even if other options presented themselves, we went there all the same, for the Mass and the sermon of Mgr Guérard were “something else”…

Since it is very difficult to express in words what belongs first of all to the supernatural order, I shall try to illuminate the extraordinary piety of Mgr Guérard des Lauriers by one of its most visible projections into the natural order: his faculty of kneeling.

This bordered on the prodigious, and struck all who came near him. If it is true that “man is never so great as when he is on his knees,” in the words of a celebrated author, then without doubt Mgr Guérard was a very great man; for very few could have matched him in the astonishing endurance he had for remaining on his knees for hours on end, praying, leading the faithful around him in meditation, guiding adorations or public prayers… which supposes a sufficient “intellectual availability”, one that generally becomes impossible when prolonged kneeling brings on the crushing of the kneecaps, muscle cramps, back pain, and when it is no longer possible to do anything but suffer in silence.

Yet despite the discomfort of the position, Mgr Guérard possessed this intellectual availability to a prodigious degree, constantly drawing tears of devotion from his hearers, exciting their prayers and holding their attention to the point that they did not notice the passing of the hours, though they were little practiced in prolonged meditation.

I can still see that father of a family, whom the piety of Fr Guérard had done more to bring back to the true Mass than many a discourse, saying to me:

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“I only realised it at the end, but the Stations of the Cross that Fr Guérard led us through lasted nearly three hours! During all that time, apart from the few steps to go from one station to the next, he was constantly on his knees, on the tile floor, and without any support! How does he do it? I who was in the pews and had something to lean on, I was forced to sit down!”

Now this gentleman was a robust peasant, in the prime of life, hardened since childhood to the rough labor of the fields. While Fr Guérard, that day, was eighty-five years old!

As though it were yesterday, I can still see the first Mass he celebrated for us here. After the ritual prayers, remaining on his knees at the foot of the altar, he had us make a meditated thanksgiving. This practice was customary for him. Halfway between prayer and sermon, these elevations were as enriching in doctrine as they were apt to form and develop the piety of the hearers. Seized at first by the beauty of these “affections,” to use a consecrated term, I was gradually forced to notice that my tile floor was very hard; then that my back was very fragile; that cramps were taking hold of my legs… I nearly stood up… But considering Fr Guérard, who did not flinch, and who did not even have a support, while the back of the chair in front of me offered me a helpful one, I said to myself:

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“You are forty, and he is eighty! You cannot stand up – you would be too ashamed! Hold on.”

And I held on, out of regard also for the youngsters of twenty who were there. I no longer know how long it lasted. (Nearly an hour, I think…) But I humbly confess that at the end, I was no longer capable of anything but “holding on,” and that when Fr Guérard rose with a single youthful thrust of the back and without leaning on anything, I do not know how I would have managed without the help of the two chairs around me to unfold my aching limbs. And I can still hear the astonished and edified comments of the young people massaging their knees in the courtyard, wondering what state they would have been in had they been eighty!

A group of girls between 14 and 18 were attending the Holy Week offices celebrated by Fr Guérard five or six years ago, in a community of religious sisters. As is the custom, they took turns for the nocturnal adoration from Maundy Thursday to Good Friday. At the crack of dawn, those who were on the last watch noticed, over there in the choir, a white form that grew more distinct with the growing light of day. It was Fr Guérard, on his knees, without support, on the last step of the altar. Questioning one another, they became certain that since 10pm or 11pm the previous evening, no one had seen him enter. Now the only possible points of passage were lit, at the back of the church, where the vigil-keepers took turns. Fr Guérard had therefore spent the entire night in adoration, on his knees, without support, perfectly still, since only daylight had just revealed his presence. And this between two days laden with offices of every kind! And he was eighty-four years old, if I count correctly.

I maintain, I affirm that this is humanly impossible. It cannot be explained without a dimension that is above nature.

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