~ I HEAR THAT Hawai’i is a lovely place– my entire extended family (except me & She-Binks, and my departed Mother), and even my kids have been. Yes, it’s part of my family heritage. Not sure what or how many identity points that wins me. Pretty sure it makes me better than most of you, so there.
My Great-Grandparents Rose & Ben moved there at some point, and that’s where they brought up their kids, including my paternal Grandmother Jean. She was always brown as a nut, even after living in Canada for decades, as were her siblings back on the Islands. Currently, I have uncles, aunts, and cousins there.
So you’ll understand my concern watching the present volcanic doings of Kilauea, on the south-south east of The Big island. It’s big doings, and we’re small in comparison.
The Place To Be!
The Islands are a verdant garden paradise– from the 1900s onwards, they became a large part of American popular culture, music, sports, art.. and military-political manipulation, and an destination as a tropical paradise for tourists & residents.
Yet there’s a big serpent in this paradise. For Hawai’i the Island is still actively growing, building, expanding, and making new land. Kilauea is a very active shield volcano, geologically speaking. The many blessings of Hawai’i come from its geological origins.
The newest volcano in the chain already exists, only under water on The Big Island’s flank: The Lōihi Seamount, almost due south of Kilauea. It’s growing, and is already only 975 m (3,199 ft) below the surface, and towers 3000 m (10,000 ft) over the ocean bottom.
But the possibilities are worse than eruptions, or underwater volcanoes.
An article from Berkeley has been making the rounds, and I learnt about the ‘Hilina Slump’ area near the Kilauea crater. Turns out that in the past, this area has shed giant parings of land down the side of the Hawai’ian seamount. You can even see them on Google Earth.
Such Volcanic activity is not just dangerous because of lava, volcanic fog, ash-fall, earthquakes, sulfuric acid fog lava haze, widespread destruction– but also potential catastrophic slumps of land & resulting 1000-foot high tsunamis. All this has probably been going on ever since this hot-spot has been making islands all across the Pacific Ocean.
The other day, after a 6.9 earthquake, The Hilina Slump moved over 2 FEET in a day. Yeah.
Sadly, despite the many evacuees, it is said by some that Hawai’is governor is in the pocket of BigHotel, and has been downplaying the danger, alerts, and evacuation orders, even though many thousands are in direct danger of being affected in the next few days and weeks. Likewise, government agencies are downplaying the risks. You know, cuz tourism is the most important thing. COFF
Finale, In Contusion
So say a prayer for Hawai’i, it’s residents, and everybody anywhere near it should the worst come to be. As it is, living near active volcanoes can be pretty unpleasant: this current activity is severe, and I hope and pray it doesn’t get worse– or much much worse. ~
Most religious journalists are not interested in all the facts. Facts can lead to other facts, and names, and deeds, more questions, then on to awkward truths and uncomfortable (and dangerous) realities.
Better to just ignore The Bad. More happy-time make-believe & pretend is better.. and so much safer.
“Oh, come off it Binks.. your tinfoil hat must be getting waaay too tight, dude.” The biggest conspiracy (for the good & peace of society)?– pretending that there are no big, overarching, intrusive conspiracies all around us. Every day. Touching All The Things.
The Clintons. Obama’s Past. The NSA. Computer & Smartphone Spyware. Soros. Twitter & FaceBook & Google & YouTube versus conservative news, and your privacy. CIA & FBI dirty works & corruption. Operation Gladio. The “Russians & Hillary”. It’s a long list, of a favourite human occupation since there have been humans: whispering together for advantage.
This speculation & information about Pope Benedict’s being shoved down the trap door is all over the web, and parallel news websites, yet curiously missing from most mainstream media outlets® & approved Catholic News™ organizations. Of course. Duh.
As a friend of mine comments:
“I have spent a lifetime in politics and journalism. The near complete absence of curiosity or reportage in the world’s media on this astounding ‘resignation’ was, in itself, astounding. Something earthshaking happened here, obviously. Obviously.”
Such undue influence and interference from outside powers in the inner life of a spiritual organization might raise questions about– say– other times & certain other outside (& interior groups) & undue or illegal & illegitimate pressure & subversion brought to bear on the Catholic Church over the past, say, century.. or especially since the 1950s… all in politically & spiritually radical directions. Awkward silence ensues.
Can’t have that. The shiny pretty show must go on.
Reality Check? Check!
The following links are not top-secret buried on some alt-weird deep web, nor are they hard to find. These were easily searched on The Google, amongst top responses to the query-words “obama pope benedict deposed” — About 376,000 results (0.63 seconds).
What should this mean? That things are often not just as they seem, and marching blindly onwards is not the best response to evil active in our world, evil acts meant to control & deceive everybody.. except those “In The Know”.
That Benedict XVI was indeed overtaken by “the wolves”– remember the words from his first Mass as Pope: “Pray for me, that I may not flee for fear of the wolves.”
That Hillary, Obama, John Podesta, George Soros, and certain other bankers and power-brokers & hidden actors– including a goodly number inside the Church herself– are wicked wolves in sheep’s & shepherd’s clothing. Such are trespassing & wicked criminals before God and Man. That a lot of the people we are supposed to trust with our dollars and lives and souls make Gollum from J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord Of The Rings look like an innocent, wide-eyed naïve & downright cuddly critter.
That the former Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio cannot help but know about some of this. Think about it.
So Now What?
What actual consequences flow thereof? What should we ordinary bums-in-pews or collars in pulpits make of such ugliness? Dunno. Way above my pay-grade*. This is heaven & hell & powers & principalities, “Gates Of Death/ Hell shall not prevail” level s of badness and power.
Please pray for all those involved, and my sinful soul, and your own– for all who live in such dangerous, disorienting, and deeply deceptive times.
* P.S. So.. Um.. If– just If– I should mysteriously turn up having shot myself 50 times whilst sky-surfing Mount Everest, then having proceeded to run myself over repeatedly with a steam-roller, please consider that “a suspicious death”. No, I am not suicidal.
~ BINKS JUST LOVES him some Poinsettias.. in all their 100+ varieties of colour and look. I loved to have the church loaded with them where & when possible. It was only later I learned the dark history of the man behind popularizing the Mexican plant we display at Christmastime.
The remarkable Joel Roberts Poinsett was a son of Charleston, South Carolina. As a young man, he learned many languages, law, and military affairs, then travelled widely through Europe, and South America. Later, he became the first United States ‘Minister’ (diplomatic spy) to Mexico in 1822-3, appointed by President John Quincy Adams.
The diplomat loved the Mexican plant “flor de la nochebuena“, or Christmas Eve flower, or Catarina. It was later named after him, after he introduced it to the United States in 1829– at a flower show in a Masonic Lodge.
Utopians At Work
For the remarkable Poinsett was also a Master Mason, and a Past Master of Recovery Lodge #31, Greenville, and Solomon’s Lodge, Charleston. His widespread interference on behalf of American interests in Mexico and South America tended in an anti-Catholic and U.S. democratic direction, and he was an expert in exploiting divisions within the newly independent Mexico, so to benefit American politics and aspirations, and his Freemasonic notions.
He helped quickly spread several forms of freemasonry to Mexico, then used the Mexican lodges to political ends… as he did wherever he went in the New World, against the forces of “aristocracy” and the Catholic Church.
Poinsett was rightly accused of fomenting revolution in Mexico, and he was expelled in 1829. He went back to begin a life in internal American politics.
He Helped Start The Fire…
Radical Mexican Freemasons ruled Mexico, and so Poinsett’s interventions twisted Mexican politics and religion for the next 120 years. Masons presided over many bloody persecutions of Mexican Catholics from 1815 through to the 1940s, including the famous ‘War of The Cristeros‘ in the 1920s. Countless persecuted Catholic martyrs suffered or died because of Poinsett’s Masonic new world religion.
In the early 20th century, the Freemasons were on the march, and militant secularism was the next great thing: no more kings or priests, just one great fellowship of humanity. Revolutionary France, Italy, Mexico, the new USSR, and soon Hitler’s Germany would all part of the same movement. “Those whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad” as the ancient saying has it.
A Word From Heaven
It was partly in response to the cruel realities & predations of socialist Freemasonry in Mexico and around the Western world that in 1925 Pope Pius XI instituted the Solemnity of Christ the King, and issued the Encyclical ‘QUAS PRIMAS’.
“At the end of the encyclical, he declared that he expected three ‘blessings’ to flow from the celebration of the feast: first, that ‘men will doubtless be reminded that the Church, founded by Christ as a perfect society, has a natural and inalienable right to perfect freedom and immunity from the power of the state’; second, that ‘Nations will be reminded by the annual celebration of this feast that not only private individuals but also rulers and princes are bound to give public honor and obedience to Christ’; and third, that ‘The faithful, moreover, by meditating upon these truths, will gain much strength and courage, enabling them to form their lives after the true Christian ideal.'”
Long before the CIA existed, or ever gunboat diplomacy and banana republics were made, the remarkable Joel Poinsett was the very model of a scheming, opportunistic, imperialistic ‘Monroe Doctrine‘ Masonic utopian busybody. Likewise at home he presided over the explusion of many Native tribes from their homelands– including the infamous Cherokee “Trail of Tears”– as a Congressman and Minister of War under President Martin Van Buren.
The Infection Spreads
Sadly, the Church herself is often effected by the fads and power-seeking conspiracy-loving ways of the fallen world– it was only by a last-minute intervention that Cardinal Rampolla, possibly of the the Masonic Ordo Templi Orientalis, was not elected in 1903 instead of Pope St. Pius X. Later Masonic-insider revelations in the 1970s indicate that many leading Roman Catholic prelates, cardinals, and ecclesiastical movers and shakers were likely members of Masonic lodges, despite the Catholic restriction on such things. Such men included many of the architects of the radical Vatican II event.
Glory To The Newborn King!
All of this ugly history is not the Poinsettia’s fault. The plant is the plant.
The humble Flor de la nochebuena is one of God’s lovely creations, and despite Mr. Poinsett & Co.’s own best efforts, it has become a much-loved Christian and seasonal symbol of the birth of Christ the King, helping churches everywhere celebrate with beauty and colour the nativity of the newborn King, God incarnate, Man Divine, God with us, our true saviour, judge, friend, ruler, and salvation.
After more than 200 years of well-meaning but futile utopian scheming & blood-letting, God is still God, Man is still Man, fallen and lost and needing the imparted life of heaven through Jesus, The Lord. Each of us still has to decide who is our ultimate king: Christ, or some idol of humanity.
“Glory to the new-born king!”
HARK! the Herald Angels sing:
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild,
God and Sinners reconcil’d.
Joyful all ye Nations rise,
Join the Triumphs of the Skies;
Nature rise and worship him,
Who is born at Bethlehem.
Hark! The herald-angels sing: “Glory to the new-born king!”
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin’s womb:
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! The herald-angels sing: “Glory to the new-born king!”
Hail the Heav’n-born Prince of Peace
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and Life around he brings,
Ris’n with Healing in his Wings.
Mild he lays his Glory by,
Born that Men no more may die;
Born to raise the Sons of Earth,
Born to give them second Birth.
Hark! The herald-angels sing: “Glory to the new-born king!”
Come, Desire of Nations, come,
Fix in us thy heav’nly Home;
Rise the Woman’s conqu’ring Seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent’s Head.
Adam’s Likeness now efface,
Stamp thy Image in its Place;
Second Adam from above,
Work it in us by thy Love.
Hark! The herald-angels sing: “Glory to the new-born king!” +
~ THIS IS THE DAY, and the story, of two inspired young men connected by faith and death.
This day, after the celebration of the Joyful Nativity, we count the cost of God’s coming amongst us as one of us: St. Stephen’s Day (sometimes called Boxing Day in English-inspired lands). Faith costs: possibly everything.
Less than two months after the Crucifixion, outside one of Jerusalem’s gates, an angry mob stones to death a young Christian man– who fearlessly preached to the very people & religious leaders who had condemned Jesus to the Cross. Away with him! The dying even forgave his murderers as he died. Looking on was a persecutor of the young Church– one Saul of Tarsus, who would later himself convert and become St. Paul, Evangelist to the Gentile world.
St. Stephen was the first of so many to witness unto Christ Jesus, the Babe of Bethlehem become Risen King by their life unto blood, called martyrs. Holy Innocent’s Day, also following Christmas, reminds us of the slain babes of Bethlehem, by the wrathful King Herod.
Meanwhile, In Bohemia..
Long centuries later, Wenceslaus (or Vaclav) I, Duke of Bohemia (from 921-935) would likewise serve Christ as a martyr. His grandmother had passed onto him the faith before she was murdered; yet many nobles and the establishment powers of Bohemia preferred the old ways of sacrifice, exploitation, murder of each other, and cruel selfishness. Vicious political intrigue was a sport for such leaders.
Why should anyone care for peasants? Why the gentler ways of the new god, Jesus? Why waste money on busy-body missionaries, and teaching the people, and building churches? Why let the exiled Christian clergy back into Bohemia? Why did the Duke live like a humble man of peace, and not a warlike, powerful, and wealthy noble? Away with him.
Before long, young Duke Wenceslaus (in his latter 20s) was slain on the steps of a church by his own treacherous brother, Boleslaw. And yet the Church and the ordinary people remembered their young duke’s Christ-like love and witness, his service and aspiration for a better way for his own lands, and for the world– and so do we unto this day. The holy Duke is the patron saint of the Czech Republic, and his relics are honoured in St. Wenceslas’ Chapel in St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague (below).
Though a Duke, Wenceslaus became a inspirational figure for the Middle Ages of the “Rex Justus“, the godly and Christlike Christian king, using his powers for good, to teach & help & raise up all his people, to rule by law and love, a princely ruler whose power comes from vigour and deep piety.
The saintly friends of God Stephanus and Wenceslaus remind us that young people in general and young men in particular deeply need faithful, knightly, courageous, life-inspiring examples and opportunities to serve as fathers, heroes, leaders, helpers, world-changers, God-servers. If we do not allow this– or squander it– then the church and the world are ill-served, and young lives are wasted in idleness or violence or base pursuits, and not in bold witness unto the Babe of Bethlehem, and King of all nations and People, Jesus Christ.
The famous hymn about Duke Wenceslaus was a lovely bit of Victoriana (much despised by hymn-snobs) based on an older legend: a reminder of the kind of man the Duke was, the people and service he loved, and the kind of people we should be, in loving our neighbour. +
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gath’ring winter fuel
“Hither, page, and stand by me If thou know’st it, telling Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?” “Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”
“Bring me flesh and bring me wine Bring me pine logs hither Thou and I will see him dine When we bear him thither.” Page and monarch forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind’s wild lament And the bitter weather
“Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.” “Mark my footsteps, my good page Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter’s rage Freeze thy blood less coldly.”
In his master’s steps he trod Where the snow lay dinted Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed Therefore, Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing Ye who now will bless the poor Shall yourselves find blessing.
~ FUN WITH Political Assassination.. not just for tinpot dictatorships, and Renaissance Italy & the Medici family anymore.
Someone brave (and who doesn’t mind dying suddenly in a tragic & bizarre accident tomorrow) needs to write a history of modern murder & assassination by the rich, political, globalist, pervert, and other elite classes throughout the 20th century. Name names, cite cases, spill details.
I think it would be a best-seller, and the sheer numbers and examples of names and ways to erase the bothersome, the whistle-blowers, the know-too-muches, the inconvenient, the trouble-makers– it would shock and astonish us. Popes, Cardinals, presidents, CEOs, rich drug-lords, celebrities, wealthy families, the CIA & FBI, secret cabals, conspiracies, big corporations– everybody does it from time to time, for any number of nefarious reasons.
Oops! An Accidental
Keep an eye on the whistleblowers, the uppity, the awkwardly uncooperative, those who think they are safe because they know where the skeletons are buried, or who know too much, the crusaders, the exposers and dogged journalists & reporters.. and note how they are either professionally disassembled via the politics of personal destruction.. or else how they suddenly and mysteriously die in any number of creative ways. Bullets, poisons, cancers & sudden diseases, car or airplane crashes, gym “accidents”, robberies-gone-wrong, “random” violence.. you name it. Money and a little creativity = plausible deniability.
The police or investigating authorities– if they are not already in on it– can be threatened, bought off, see careers ruined and promotions shelved.. or be offed as well. The establishment has many secrets to hide, and will close ranks. The news-monkey media is mostly bought off. The family of the offed and the public will often keep silent with what they know or suspect, for pure fear of the deadly consequences, and being “found dead” next. Silence is safest.
The churches– all of them– shield & protect criminals, and the guilty protect and cover for each other. Pedophilia, pederasty and many other crimes shame the name of Christ and shred the authority of such churches… yet the guilty are not often caught, or punished, or defrocked. Everybody has something bad on somebody.
Just Make Them Go Away
Jill Dando? Liz MacKean? Veronica Guerin? Vince Foster? The Kennedy brothers, and JFK Jr.?, Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, critics and opponents of the Clinton Presidency, and the Obama administrations? Seth Rich, Ron Brown…. it’s a long list of possibles and likelys and almost-certains.
Many of the great and powerful are horrid, dirty, depraved and evil people. The European and North American elites are all implicit in this quiet murder spree, and have been since the middle of the 19th century, at least… and particularly since the Second World War.
It’s an ancient human way of operation. Still useful today in Church & state, business and politics– and the Soviet Union was expert at such things. Dirty deeds done cheap, no questions, no loose ends… and under Putin, reporters and political trouble-makers just keep suddenly and unexpectedly dying.
We Have No King But Caesar
Of course, this is the same idea found in the New Testament, with the plots against the life of Jesus. Even mutual enemies come together in the scheme– ‘Silence his disruptive words and deeds, before our whole rotten human world of lies and excuses and hypocrisy and sin and cover-ups comes crashing down.. muzzle the God-Man and make him go away.’ “Crucify him!”
Get a few false witnesses, a secret trial-by-night. bully the politically vulnerable Pontius Pilate, and the walking trouble from Nazareth is dead and silenced and sealed in a tomb guarded by soldiers… who can always be threatened, bribed, or silenced if anything awkward happens.
Such is the way of the world, of our human hearts avoiding the light & truth.. from the little kid covered in cookie crumbs and chocolate who denies he ate the cookies, up to the billionaire CEO or prince of the Church or political family mafia who seek safety in darkness and silencing and a little murder now and again. The body count is always there.
And yet– God is truth; from him no secrets are hid; the clevers and those with blood on their hands may escape prosecution, imprisonment or execution in this life, but God is not mocked. Jesus– our saviour & judge– warned [St. Luke 12:3]
“For everything that you will say in darkness shall be heard in the light and whatever you whispered in an ear in an inner chamber will be preached on the rooftops.”
Justice shall be done; the innocent and the murdered and the victims shall receive their due; the schemers and assassins and those who use them will receive perfect and inescapable divine judgment and eternal consequences; such worldly “power” and destructiveness in the service of evil, lies, sins, power, and cruelty will be revealed as the bestial and demonic work of Satan himself, the murderer and father of lies.
My hope is in Christ.. the worldling or Jihadist or power-monger may try to silence me, but they cannot not silence my Jesus, and it’s Risen His life in me which is my joy and peace, my redemption and forgiveness. Period.*
* P.S. Just in case I turn up suddenly and inexplicably deceased, having first handcuffed and tied my self up, shot myself in the back 10 times with a bolt action rifle before running myself over in a steamroller– and then being involved in a “fatal” airplane crash, and subsequently crushed by a falling safe.. please feel free to ask many many questions. ~
~ NOW THAT the wise and clever warriors of ANTIFA (or ‘Black Bloc’) have declared that All The Things except things they like are Nazi, it’s time to break open an ancient conspiracy.
The so-called civilized and cultured Romans were all Nazis.
Look at the statue of their Caesar– just about giving the Hitler-salute!
Or just look at their armies, marching about with snappy outfits and loud music and banners and eagles and suchlike– just like the Nazis!
Nazism viewed Germany as the Third Rome.. or Reich.
Some Roman rulers had peculiar facial hair (such as Nero the Neckbeard)– just like Hitler, ruler of the Nazis!
Adolf Hitler’s dreamed-of Berlin– to be renamed “Germania”– was full of grandiose Roman-style architecture and buildings– imperial, powerful, and overwhelming.
Thus, all correct-thinking members of the anti-fascist alliance, when you are smashing skulls and storming and trooping and hunting your enemies like the reeking untermensch they are, beware the Romans, who were all Nazis!
~ SO THERE WAS your humble WebElf, reading (online) the Pusey translation of The Confessions of St. Augustine (Book VIII), and I came across pre-saint Augustine’s comments about how deeply moved he was by the book, The Life Of Anthony (of Egypt). Quotation below.
My brain is.. well.. not unlike a goofy hamster on caffeine, so away I went to find a copy of the said other book, and started reading that.. before having finished Confessions... which I promptly forgot to finish. Welcome to my world.
What’s not to like? A book written by a saint.. about a saint, which inspired another man to eventually become a saint. Doesn’t that insta-rate five stars.. or, perhaps, haloes?
The Book Itself
Written by St. Athanasius of Alexandria, The Life Of St. Anthony of Egypt, primary founder of Christian monasticism, is a readable, gripping, and inspiring Christian classic. St. Augustine, in his confessions, describes reading it along with his friends, and being deeply moved by it.
None of us knows the effect of our lives, actions, words– or failures in the same– on our neighbours and times, or those to come. For St. Anthony and St. Augustine both knew that the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ is faithful, and sow they spiritually sowed their seed and cleared the fields of rocks in their times. Lo and behold, those earlier heroes of the faith inspired one of the great Church Fathers in his day and age to fight the battles, the good fight of faith, in his day and age.
A reminder to abide faithful, however hard the slog or dark the times.
Binks, Elf of Web
14. Upon a certain day, then, Nebridius being away (why, I do not remember), lo, there came to the house to see Alypius and me, Pontitianus, a countryman of ours, in so far as he was an African, who held high office in the emperor’s court. What he wanted with us I know not, but we sat down to talk together, and it fell out that upon a table before us, used for games, he noticed a book; he took it up, opened it, and, contrary to his expectation, found it to be the Apostle Paul—for he imagined it to be one of those books which I was wearing myself out in teaching. At this he looked up at me smilingly, and expressed his delight and wonder that he had so unexpectedly found this book, and this only, before my eyes. For he was both a Christian and baptized, and often prostrated himself before You our God in the church, in constant and daily prayers.
When, then, I had told him that I bestowed much pains upon these writings, a conversation ensued on his speaking of Antony, the Egyptian monk, whose name was in high repute among Your servants, though up to that time not familiar to us. When he came to know this, he lingered on that topic, imparting to us a knowledge of this man so eminent, and marvelling at our ignorance. But we were amazed, hearing Your wonderful works most fully manifested in times so recent, and almost in our own, wrought in the true faith and the Catholic Church. We all wondered— we, that they were so great, and he, that we had never heard of them.
15. From this his conversation turned to the companies in the monasteries, and their manners so fragrant unto You, and of the fruitful deserts of the wilderness, of which we knew nothing. And there was a monastery at Milan full of good brethren, without the walls of the city, under the fostering care of Ambrose, and we were ignorant of it. He went on with his relation, and we listened intently and in silence.
He then related to us how on a certain afternoon, at Triers, when the emperor was taken up with seeing the Circensian games, he and three others, his comrades, went out for a walk in the gardens close to the city walls, and there, as they chanced to walk two and two, one strolled away with him, while the other two went by themselves; and these, in their rambling, came upon a certain cottage inhabited by some of Your servants, poor in spirit, of whom is the kingdom of heaven, where they found a book in which was written the life of Antony. This one of them began to read, marvel at, and be inflamed by it; and in the reading, to meditate on embracing such a life, and giving up his worldly employments to serve You….