Universal Peaceful Acceptance. Easy! It is You in the UN. How many times have we heard this? When we accept the UN, UN claims it has the answer to Peace. HA!
Our Lady promised us Peace many times "IF" we had Consecration of Russia (Jews) and that didn't happen and so we get the promise of Error throughout the world.
Anyone using the word "Peace" on this earth, I certainly do not listen to them. Our Lady and Her Son must be the solution!
UN = Jєωιѕн globalism.
Side story:
I had this friend in high school who was Jєωιѕн. Years later, I became educated on the Jєωιѕн Question, and wanting to test some of the things I had read in Fahey, Pinay, and the rest, I told him, all these international movements are nothing more than means for the Jew to enslave the Goyim.
He started laughing hysterically, and asked me where I had heard the word Goyim.
That was enough to tell me there was some truth in the matter.
I began to explain the instinctive Jєωιѕн solidarity, and other such issues, and he conceded there was some truth in all of it.
And do far as I know, this guy was just a regular Jew.
Switching gears:
As the Williamson affair was in full bloom, I happened to make a business call on a home-based Company, where I met an old German man named Pilsner.
As I waited for him to come downstairs, I noticed pics of German Catholic Churches on his wall, and then -I swear this is true- a copy of Der Spiegel on the table.
I mentioned I was a trad, and that I knew Bishop Williamson, and his eyes got wide as silver dollars, and he invited me to sit down.
He said he had read about him in Det Spiegel, and told me the following story (which I recount as accurately as I can):
He said his father owned a kiln (where they made clay pots), and their foreman was a Jew whom they liked very much.
One day the German army showed up asking for him and they took him away to a cσncєnтrαтισn cαмρ nearby.
The family was connected, and was able to learn he was not far off, and they were able to visit him regularly and supply him with food and other necessities, until one day he was transferred to another camp, and they lost all trace of him.
Later, in the immediate aftermath of the war, it happened that the part of Germany was controlled by the Russians, and this man’s family was assigned to a cleanup crew loading wheelbarrows of concrete debris from bombings.
One day while working, the boy (the man I met) and his father heard a familiar voice yell “Pilsner!” To their dismay, it was their former Jєωιѕн foreman, wearing a Russian army uniform.
It turns out this Jew had been liberated by the Russians, and subsequently joined the army as an intelligence officer to fight against the Germans. He remembered the good turn the Pilsner had done him, and through his own connections smuggled him across the border into what had become allied controlled Germany.
While they were getting reacquainted, the young Pilsner (ie., the man I chanced upon on a business call, who told me this story) said he heard his father ask the Jew about rumors that were spreading about gas chambers, and with a grave vocal inflection, he said to me, “the Jew told my father that he had never seen a gas chamber in any of the camps.”
I tell this story, and you should take it with a grain of salt, but these interesting interactions have contributed to form my opinions and worldview, because they are real world corroboration of what I have read in the books.