Did I go to Mass for All Saints Day?
Ah, Ah! Mass in no longer offered in my diocese. I resort to pray Mass everyday out of the St. Joseph's Missal as a lay-person. This is upon a recommendation from Venerable Puis XII. I recite the canon from memory, and thus take a spiritual communion, and then pray the three Hail Mary asked by Pope Leo XIII.
For All Saints Day, which was yesterday, I have also recited the Litany of the Saints, which I intend to continue for the whole month. To day, I have already prayed the first of three Mass, as per the devotion for the dead, which devotion was instituated in the first millenium by the Abbot of Cluny. I pray an average of five to six hours a day throughout several devotions such as the exorcism prayer of the association of the Auxilium Christianorum; the Stations of the Cross; the devotion of the Legions of Mary; a few Rosaries and a few other such devotions. I also read the Gospel. Short of reading the breviary, I do everything possible to construct a solid frame of holiness in order to invite Our Lord Jesus Christ into my heart, which, in all, is the essential, for without Christ nothing good may be accomplished.
I confess to feel at time like the Pharisean regarding the Publican. I know that I am not holy at all, however I know that real Christians are not hypocritical goody-two-shoes, in the likes of many who fear being members of the church militant, those whom whould be named a race of vipers by St. John the Baptist; those who side with with Bishop Fellay who publicly aknowledged that the post-Vatican2 Church is 95% right, thus accepting compromises with Mamon; those who side with Bishop Williamson who publicly anounced the End-Time, which prelate is now eating his own words, thus compromising with the world. I admire the act of St. Peter who exposed the two fake Christians who had cheated God by keeping money for themselves, and who died one after the other within three hours. I admire St. Peter who refused to anoint Simon the Magician, and who later caused the death of this unrepentant sinner through prayer. I pray for the wanabe militants who are yellow in the inside, and who are most surely headed for the double death due to their lack of faith. I pray for those timid brothers because I know all too well what hell is. This is my charity.
I write for God. I refuse to be a prostitute-scribe for the press, or Hollywood, or Madison Avenue. I report the truth of both of what is the visible and the invisible. This is my ministry, which ministry is not easy to accomplish because it often consists of writing unpleasant lines, while being under adversial fire that requires constant camouflage. I do not chose my battlefield, this, I leave it Our Blessed Mother, the Queen of the Angels and of the Saints, and I do the best I can from this blog-podium on which I seem to have been parachuted. My style is the one of a grunt in the trench, and perhaps it is because the Queen of Heaven and Earth has presently no use for bureaucrats and softies.
I have made three important postings in the past three months. Those postings have an apocalyptic significance. The first posting is telling that the "woman with a child" has taken refuge in the desert from the Dragon . The second posting is telling how Our Blessed Mother will be by our side during the Tribulation, and finally the last posting is telling that the Blessed Virgin Mary will be victorious, as a supreme consolation.
I have also posted a cluster in order to assert the veracity and the accuracy of my lines. Some of those lines relate to events told by the news media, such as wild-fire, earthquake, tidalwave, arson or other acts of terrorism, even murders. Other lines tell about event that have occured under our roof, such as telekinesis at the communion-rail. No-one has brough testimonial, that due to fear, which ultimately is a lack of faith. No-one is able to sustain the doctrine that I present. No-one who is litterate can challenge me, so those who are cut to the heart and who are knaching their teeth are resorting to the age-old tactic of suppressing the work. Shame on you the litterates!
So Anthony Benedict and Viva del Christo, my answer is that I am a real Christian which is simply defined by loving Jesus and Mary to death. Love may be tough at time. I need to warn you of the wolf-in-sheep's clothing. They are present on this blog. They are the ones who tells you useless niceties, or who distract you with futile issues from what is vital. They are the ones who have seen in me a danger to their plot, and who have blotted-out the posting A BRIEF VISION OF THE VIRGIN MARY. They are the corrupt, the corruptors, the treasonous. Their soul is in danger, and warning them of self-accursement, this I must.