Just to clarify, when they allegedly ate this protestant snack, 20th July 1969, the Novus Ordo Missae had not yet come into effect. (30th November 1969).

I did not know that

There was also that Eagles Song ... "Hotel California" that has creepy imagery that seems very occult, as if describing some occult ceremonies, perhaps a Black Mass.  One of the lyrics there:

So I called up the Captain
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here
Since 1969"

Father Libietis SSPX one time suggested that this referred to the invalidation of the Mass, particularly due to the consecration of the wine by way of the "for you and for all".

Hotel California ... repeating "Hotel" ... sounds like "Hell", as if it refers to him going to "Hell" or at lest Hell on earth, like an occult Black Mass ritual.  Hotel = HotHell?

full lyrics here

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here
Since 1969"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave"

To me this sounded like he fell asleep behind the wheel on the highway, died, and went to Hell.

album back cover (some people say that's Anton LaVey up there) --

That figure certainly has the pointy LaVeyan eyebrows and features, that's for sure. 

Yea, Hotel California is one of the worst (of the more popular songs). I didn't know about LaVey on the cover.  Kind of like the photo on Sergeant Pepper with all it's meanings. Although it may be getting off subject, the word broadcasting (music) means to cast spells broadly. And it appears it works rather well.  David Crosby of Crosby Stills and Nash admitted singers and producers always put spells on the "master" tape before broadcasting so the record would sell better. Seems like the numbers used in this song represent the curvature of the globe (square the number (2), multiply that by 8(0), and divide by 12.) There' a reference to the southern cross, one of the "proofs" earth is a globe, with an admission about some big lie while sailing around the world (another so-called proof of the globe) along with satanic references to having fallen, spirits using people, understanding the message, running from truth, how easy the lie was and how music is a means.  Maybe we should do a thread on this subject.

Southern Cross

Got out of town on a boat, goin' to Southern islands
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea
She was makin' for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail
It was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along, make me forget about loving you
In the Southern Cross