VIEW FROM A SPEEDING TRAIN — OCTOBER IN REVIEW
Normally, I’m pretty unflappable.
But I’ve been “flapped” by a lot of things lately. It’s not Writer’s Block here at The Spruce Tunnel. I’m writing a lot. It’s just that by the time I try to post something, days have gone by because more serious issues have come up. And I thought recently that these “issues,” both public and private, both in my personal life and issues out there, have all kind of knocked me “off the rails,” as the saying goes.
The whole month of October has been like watching the world go by from the windows of a speeding train, ready to go wildly off the rails.
But meanwhile, I’ve missed a lot. I’ve missed writing about important personal and historical anniversaries and events . . . Sometimes I say, ‘Join me for a walk in the Spruce Tunnel,” and then I show you pretty pictures from the Tunnel. But now I’m going to say, “See those black windows in the little train? Join me for a wild train ride as I try to catch up with the world before October is completely gone.”
It all started with my birthday, at the end of September. With my cake, specifically: (with a darkened view out of those “black train windows.”)
I remember it! Beautiful, no? (No.) “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Not only was this the very, very tasty, rich chocolate cake that I wrote about previously, home-made for me, but it was also “home-decorated.” Yeah. Beautiful.
It is the memory of this that sustained me through the following weeks.
October is a month of significant religious significance. Here is a painting of a great battle —
— wall-to-wall battleships at Lepanto, off the coast of Italy, not very many of them Christian. Yet another Islamic onslaught against Europe in their never-ending Wars of Expansion. Europe won. Otherwise Europe would be worshiping at the sign of the desert crescent moon god — the image which got the young men at the time of the Maccabees into so much trouble.
The battle was won with the help of prayers and processions called for by Pope Pius V — Saint Pope Pius V — which included a call for prayers with the help of the rosary, that great retelling of the Gospel and personal immersion in its power.
It is said that there was a business meeting at the Vatican on the final day of this battle, and that the pope got up from the table, walked over to a window, and said with great joy, “This is not the time for business” but for great thanksgiving and rejoicing, for the battle has been won. This, long before there were technological means of up-to-date communication. He knew.
Then there was another anniversary that I watched, passing by without notice here:
70,000 witnesses present in the fields that day, and an additional estimated 20,000 who saw the Miracle of the Sun from the peripheries, from windows in houses in nearby cities; witnessed by believers and witnessed by very decided unbelievers, scoffers of everything Catholic, determined to prove that a so-called miracle could be explained away by scientific thought.
But they couldn’t. Of course we don’t think the sun actually approached the earth on that day, but something happened that looked very much like it. It was so much more than an optical illusion, and given for the very powerful, fearsome mystery of it. More happened that day to the people, to their clothes, to the muddy fields . . . but I’ve written about it before, and the story is easy to find on a Search Engine: October 13, 1917. And the warnings accompanying the strange miracle.
Warnings which involve the dissolution of our civilization, witnessed by “me” as that black-windowed train sped through October, 2015.
Today, the clear teaching of the Catholic Church has not changed, but it is very much out of focus — especially if you get your news from the entertainment-news media on television or through bloggers.
St. Peter’s is still there. . . but sometimes those within it can blur and obscure that spiritual authority and that moral voice which ought to be crystal clear. “Those within it” took part in a synod on the “Family.” It was not about the family. It was about “how far can we change church practice to make it resemble the socialist disruption of the family” — a necessary task, because strong, intact family units get in the way of strong, centralized governments.
(That would be the old “divide and conquer” — Divide the families into individual demographic groups, and then control each demographic group: men versus women versus teenagers versus children versus babies and above all: parents versus their own unborn children. Then make it all “fun” and “modern” — Promote sexual fun and liberation, sexual immorality of all kinds, sexual envy, sexual perversion, and sex-without-consequences.) Presto!! No strong families!!
(Uh, you have read the Communist Manifesto, haven’t you? The Humanist Manifesto? They told us about all this ahead of time. They needed to break down society before they could “transform” it.)
Not a pretty picture from out of those black windows . . . but if the train goes fast enough, we won’t be too troubled by all this.
I was thinking of removing the Fukushima links from the right-hand column. Nuclear power plants are an expensive and suicidal way of getting “power” but no one seems to mind very much. How about the results of all the accidents around the world, poisoning, now, our rivers and our ground water? how about the mind-boggling ongoing radioactive pollution spreading out from Fukushima? How many October stories told us about the death of fish and mammals in vast areas in the Pacific Ocean. . .
How about a dolphin —
It isn’t only the oceans at our feet:
More and more people are photographing their skies above, stripes of fuzzy white trails, sometimes intersecting, sometimes curving (all this against FAA laws); sometimes analyzed and examined for their chemical and heavy metal components… But we’re not really allowed to do anything about it. The Project is too big. Meanwhile — breathe in that aluminum. And cadmium. And barium. etc. Shhhhh.
Then I saw China’s “Practice Cities” — Little areas built in China, with great care and accuracy, for Target Practice!
Satellite view. Nicely done. They’re practicing b* om * bin * g the Eiffel Tower? An Interstate exchange? And then “America” says “You’d better not use those islands in the South China Sea” — and they did – and then . . . nothing. But three Chinese warships have been invited to a harbor in Florida. Act of good will. Inscrutable.
I saw, from this speeding October train, ongoing acts of violence against Christians and Jews:
I thought this view was “odd.” Sad and odd. This is the tomb of Joseph — you know, Joseph of the Coat of Many Colors? Joseph, the Patriarch who saved Egypt and the surrounding Middle Eastern area from the severe seven-year famine. Joseph, whom God appointed to be the protector of the Israelites during this famine, and thus assure their continuing existence.
What was odd is that I came across a news article I had printed out several years ago. Same thing. Same Islamist hatred against Jewish shrines. And other historic shrines and archaeological sites. I understand Palmyra lost some valuable historic sites. . . The ongoing War of Expansion.
These people are still “in the way” and so there is a new “meme” going around. See if you can catch it from the two following photographs:
Nasty view from out of those black train windows. I take offense at this. Two people who are very near and dear to me, two people in my own family, whom I love very, very much . . . are Jewish.
The world, in general, does not take offense at this, though. Or maybe they have lost their moral authority, their sense of right and wrong, their spiritual strength.
Maybe we haven’t reached a Tipping Point yet. I wonder about this.
When I went to church this weekend, I didn’t know that just a few hours later, others like me would be going to church too, in Syria. Only during their Mass, as people were getting ready for the actual Communion, a bomb was lobbed onto the roof of their church building. 400 people inside.
The roof held, and only a few people were injured. Had it not held, it would have been a massacre of great proportion. People, just like me, doing what I do.
Here are some words of the report:
OCTOBER 26 – A mortar shell last night hit the Latin church of Aleppo dedicated to Saint Francis, in the Aziziyeh district, while mass was being celebrated in the building. The grenade, coming from areas held by anti-Assad rebels, hit the roof, tearing its dome, but did not penetrate inside the church, . . . “Bishop Georges Abou Khazen, the apostolic vicar of Aleppo, said that ‘if the grenade had exploded inside, there would have been a massacre.’”
So, things are getting dangerous, because that’s only one report of the almost daily attacks on Christians.
I didn’t even want to look outside that “train window” and see the Invasion:
They leave behind tons of garbage and throw garbage and feces and obscenities at the relief workers:
This video and others like it made the rounds in October.
He is boasting about the things he stole from the stores in his “host” nation, the one that invited him in. On the table in front of him, obscured by the black frame, are a half a dozen or more iPhones. Proudly stolen.
I take this one personally too — It happened this month in Sweden:
Want a European video? I think I can make it happen. A short one: It’s here, if you want to see what happens when you realize you’ve “lost” — I think it’s called “Meanwhile, in an average German city. ” https://youtu.be/-VJyKRwQHHM
Well, whatever, Civilization rose on the Natural Law formulated by the Greeks, and consequent understanding of Natural Morality and Society and Politics administered by the Romans; then fully developed by Judeo-Christian moral foundations, and brought into being by Christendom.
Toss out any of this, reject Christianity, for example, and then civilization – civilized life, as it’s commonly understood — has no leg to stand on. Anything goes. Might makes right. You lose. Even if you’re one of the Powerful, because the Powerful always eat their own. Anything goes.
But to preserve what is familiar to us:
“Itaque fratres, state : et tenete traditiones, quas didicistis, sive per sermonem, sive per epistolam nostram.”
The operative word being: sta’te (two syllables) — Stand fast! (The above quotation from II Thessalonians 2:14)
Stand fast, hold fast to the teachings that have been handed down to us; so things don’t fall apart.
So that was my October. Flapped.
I’ll get off that train now, and turn to other things, closer to home. Domestic affairs. Domestic treasures. Watched over by Christ the King, whose feast day we just celebrated. The King is not absent. Viva Cristo Rey!
Time to re-watch the movie: For Greater Glory. Pretty difficult scenes from that train too.