An epic poem (in 4 parts), by Crusader Will
Part 4 of 4.
Both sides have had a master plan
Ever since the world began.
God’s is longer, and will outlast
All of Satan’s treacheries past.
Our original-sin behaviour
Has meant us needing all a Saviour..
So Jesus died upon the Cross
To spare us from eternal loss
And founded a Church with holy priests
That modern sin has turned into beasts
Denying us the Bread of Life.
All is now showdown-set for strife -.
The whole world heading devil’s-domain
With rampant lacks and little gain
But for prophets and a promise
To quell the doubts of any Thomas.
The Church is fast being overhauled
For once more God’s body badly mauled.
Leave the soon-to-be Remodeled Mass
To the hierarchies of the crass.
Lockdown may graduate to walk out
Sparked by laity in their raw clout,
Though most stick with the Compromised Church
Denying/denied the True-Faith search
For ‘Remnant’ worship, had safe and sound
In a Seal-protected underground.
An epic poem (in 4 parts), by Crusader Will
Part 3 of 4.
Now’s my chance for some heavy thinking.
While just ten won’t reopen church doors,
To still hanker for True/Mass-shrinking,
Still needs some Mass that Francis restores.
No congregation can he deceive
If there’s few wanting to come back in.
How can they change in what they believe
If there no ‘give’ to get slack in?
And if the masses, having returned,
Are thrown out come the net new plague,
What some (back again safe) will have spurned
Must be sharp to the eye: not vague.
Still, some will flee the Reformer’s wiles,
As has been foretold. Now, all these outs
And ins are confusing. But Church trials
Do allow time to settle grave doubts.
Be this short or long, easy or hard,
This time must end up with real plans,
Since the pope’s schemes, even if en garde,
Will be clear and involve swift bans.
Covid Nineteen struck at one fell swoop:
Caught us on the hop, our every right
Violated with not one troop
On the job, nor, on our part, much fight.
Meekly we gave in. But the ordeal
Was so great, we might now be inclined
To ask hard questions, what with the Seal
Of the Living God to bring to mind.
Its promise is full non-detection
By enemy attempts on our souls.
Much shown by Covid to inspection
Looks New-World-Order in its controls..
We must plan our escape. Death camps wait
As bad as past centuries’ worst.
Survive some must this intended fate
As New Era guests live on-board first..
An epic poem (in 4 parts), by Crusader Will
Part 2 of 4.
The Reformer’s remarkably quiet:
Saint Peter’s piazza deserted
But don’t suppose a dearth of riot
Betokens a head-on clash averted.
The State meanwhile hints at Level Two.
The faithful feel a surge of hope –
Dashed, once numbers-allowed comes through,
It’s ten per session. Can priests cope?
Roster jinks Zoom-daunt parish leaders.
Priests can’t say twenty Sunday masses.
Hand-not-tongue fuss pre-empts fast feeders.
Who dares test-drive uphill molasses?
Catholics may not of course come back
En-masse. The Claytonesque may have served
To make the telly-watch change-of-tack
Suit the liturgically-unnerved.
In which case, there’s no Real-Presence crowd
For the Reformer to test live
His changes on, unless they’ve allowed
Home comforts to dull their sense of ‘hive
Of activity’ under one roof
In one large room that’s essential church.
There’s nothing like being kept aloof
To kill togetherness as goal-search..
Contagion’s still around, and people
May still be mad enough for the tried
And true to demarcate the steeple
As the focus for communal pride.
But in due course things may settle down
And cause priest and layman to go back
To ignorance as the source of the renown
That makes popes deciders of ‘right track’.
An epic poem, by Crusader Will. It is in 4 parts.
Part 1 of 4
For month our churches have been closed
To the Mass, the sacraments and prayer.
Now’s the time to get hard-nosed.
The alternative is cold despair.
Bad enough if it’s just the State
Clamping down in the name of health.
But it’s the Church too, quelling debate,
And waging war on our common wealth.
Yes: sanitary insanity
Versus the saints. Barricades get stormed,
But all in vain. O Vanity
Of vanities! Bugs all-style house-warmed!
Even at risk: age-old last rites.
The faithful fraught; long days, long nights;
Casualty figures a-swelling.
Wakes/funerals/interments : sparse.
That includes not only the deceased.
Oh, the days of Man are as grass,
Feeding only the burgeoning Beast..
Notwithstanding the Church and State bans,
Innovators splash out live-stream,
Or make cars-as-pews parking-lot plans
As underground heads the Norm-Stay Dream.
Or else: spiritually commune
And make reparation capital
Out of plain hostilities in tune
With a last satanic wrap-it-all.
They used to call them ‘storeys’.
Now they call them ‘levels’.
These we’ve been riding up and down.
They’ve proved the very devils.
We’d never heard of them before.
To do with medical alerts..
But as China faced a new disease,
Info started to come in wee spurts.
All at once we had a great crisis,
Taxing the wits of Church and State.
As the Internet went viral,
Some wags dubbed this ‘WuhanGate’.
The first fine careless rupture with sense
Is now meeting ‘level pegging’..
The signs all point to a comedown ‘two’,
Though enterprise has gone a lot begging.
For weeks I’ve tended a fevered P.C.,
As pain burbled away in my guts.
Devouring each new post as it came,
I might have gone occasionally nuts.
The doors now aim to be still for a bit.
My stomach’s back to a state of zen.
But like Baking Powder I fear
The lift is sure to rise again.
Velcro poem: IT’S A RIP OFF
Put life on hold
Call it lock-down
Shatter the sheep fold
Slow the clock down
Yeah, shut the churches
Cancel the gigs
Suborn all that nurtures
To the Mrs and Mr Bigs
Precise social distance
A-bubble in far-from sham pain
That’s the new world insistence –
Never the godly again.
Many of our priests are suffering, and don’t seem to react, and don’t speak up.
Crusader Will takes every opportunity he can, no matter what reaction he thinks he will get:
MY PARISH PRIEST HAS WRITTEN BACK. HIS HANDS ARE TIED. AND AS AN OLD MAN HE IS REGARDED AS OVER THE HILL
I SAID THE LAITY WILL SEE HIM RIGHT IF HE GETS INTO TROUBLE. WE NEED PRIESTS OF GOOD WILL.
HE SAID ‘yOU ARE A GOOD MAN, …. WE NEED MORE OF YOU
c19 .. nazidom
the public authorities are mental torturers
this lock-down is a crime against humanity.
there. somebody has said it. me
Frustrated Crusader Will:
Still social distancing
bubble bubble toil and trouble
CATHOLICS POPPING UP PROTO-PROTESTANT
IN PROTEST AT PROTESTANT POPE
SHOULD PRONTO TURN PROPER PROTESTANTS
(R.S): A message to me about the poem he is writing
i think the covidic splurge will come
to a halt with this blooming one
and any revisions of ones the Muse
in her fling your way has flung
Pictured: Crusader Will self portrait
On the lack of the Eucharist:
If i can’t have the Real McCoy,
Why should Clayton’s bring me joy?
A Real Absence fills my cup.
I’m losing the incentive to sup
The object of the exercise.
Should it come as any surprise?
I must try exerting my will.
No way else is filling the bill.
On Good Friday:
At the local church today,
I laid a bloodstained wreathe at the closed door
The wreathe was leafy branches daubed with red paint.
I walked round the church seven times.
What I call a Jericho Walk.
Not to pray that the church walls fall down, but the walls of resistance to God’s work.
It is an expiatory exercise that I invented myself.
I did it once round St Mary’s Manchester Street, Christchurch
The quakes did not fell it,
though two cathedrals were felled, I make no claim for my action.
But that walk i did.
I thoroughly disapprove of churches being closed.
I said as much to the front door.
it’s a damned insult to Jesus Christ, I said.
i have said as much on the internet.
Church leaders and parish priests would be appalled at how angry many Catholics are with them.
The clergy can expect a massive backlash when churches reopen.
People are ropable. I am ropable.
I did not watch any church services but read reflections on the Passion.
TOMORROW JUST BEFORE DAWN
I PLAN TO LIGHT A WEE EASTER FIRE
IN AN OLD SAUCEPAN
i watched that Garabandal film….
… and sobbed my heart out.
Oh James Joyce would be proud
of all the eloquence ablaze in all these Aliases in Bloggerland
that contemplate the Planet stuck in a gigantic jam
by an iddy biddy bug concocted in the Gilt Gangland
of Wuhan Woe and Misery-laboratory
of Satan’s most sophisticated con-artist’s scourge
that has the world’s godless leaders flailing about,
mouthing the costliest codswallop humanity has ever known.
And there’s the Father of Love and Mercy.
lamenting for the Queen of His stupendous heaven spurned
by a procession of pontiffs who,
could have spared us all this agony
by the simple expedient of a Consecration
of sin-seed-bedded Russia to her Immaculate Heart.
Today I was sad.
Today, our Blessed Lord was held, bound.
Today, our Lord was dealt another blow.
Today, authorities had the last Word,
Today, our priests also felt pain.
Today they could not give us Our Lord on the tongue.
Today they were forbidden.
Today, they said the virus was at fault,
Today, we felt joy.
Today, we received Our Lord Spiritually.
Today, the Lord conquered.
Today, we loved and desired Our Lord even more.
Today, we are persecuted.
Today, Our Lord is persecuted.
Today His Church is persecuted.
Today, we stand with Him at the foot of the Cross.
Today, let us fast.
Tomorrow we will feast!
A while back, the bishop instructed all parishes to remove holy water (well before Lent); people were instructed not to shake hands at the Sign of Peace – because of the corona virus. Some people who receive on the tongue were still able to do this. If not, they received on the hand.
But today there was a new directive (from the Bishops’ Conference) – supposedly because of new health guidelines from Dept. Health. There was to be no Communion on the tongue.
This has affected also the Extraordinary form of the Mass.
Our Latin Mass priests can not give Communion in the hand.
We don’t want to receive Communion in the hand.
So we all attended Mass, and were there to offer up the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass to God.
There was a beautiful sermon which inspired us all.
And we all made Spiritual Communions!!!
We are ready to stand with our Blessed Lord for as long as it takes.
Some of our Novus Ordo Prayer group members, have pledged to stand with us and not receive on the hand when they attend Mass, but make a spiritual Communion.
Is this is a new way to get rid of the Extraordinary Form of the Mass?
The gates of hell will not prevail.
I love Crusader Will’s work but I don’t always understand all the hidden meanings or references to history past. So he decided this time to write an explanation of key points and references.I have put these in italics and in a purple font.
Every stanza follows the same acrostic pattern of THE GREAT spelled out downwards with the first letter of each line,
and APOSTASY spelled out upwards with the last letter of each line.
The first stanza is printed with this pattern emphasized.
The prophets have always said there would come our way
Huge faith upheavals, but it has taken us
Extremely long to discern the present drama.
Gethsemane knew. It cost Jesus the blood-filled sweat
Recorded in scripture but not there ascribed to taunts
Emptied in one straight-Satan facts-farrago
Announcing to Jesus ours the time of the Cup
To be drained again on salvation’s arena.
There’s nothing new about rampant heresy:
Hard heads at the helm; in their wake the massed light-weights –
Easygoing dupes of this topnotch miasma
Grimly extolled by churchmen off their own proud bat
(Righteous-pretending but stubbornly erroneous).
Exceptional the lay or clerical hero
Assured enough to back the Book of Truth up.
Time now to get candid with these arcana.
Stanzas 2/3 This refers chiefly to the Arian heresy rampant in the early Church, which was largely defeated by the efforts of the laity; but the same success with other heresies is not being enjoyed today, despite the efforts of many lay-persons and some clergy.
3. The mayhem depends on a mix of villainy,
Happenstance and lethargy to cause the morass
Everyone gets shown as on a diorama.
God desires, for those who seek him, enlightenment
Regarding the small-circle initiatives
Endorsed by the masses almost in toto;
And, failing a repeat past Church-faithful rise-up,
The damage now amounts to a major trauma.
The piece you may now be reading carefully
Has its origins in mind-and-spirit arts
Employing faith-received as faith-apologia.
God’s recasting my late-life discursive-verse craft.
Roping thought and word into a case of fixed forms,
Era-straddling highlights flaws those ‘Novus-Ordo’
Accept. But my type tends more to a whole-truth grasp,
Though it’s starter’s-stage in my fine arts-agenda.
The Awful Disclosures of Bella Dodd supply
Heaven-sent chances for Fatima-background facts.
Even years before, pleas were made to Lucia –
Giant in promise – for a simple joint event
Requiring hierarchy and pope to take steps
(Explained in full) to stop a warped scenario –
At source – in Russia – from spreading world-wide.This step
The Evil One stymied with his vast militia.
5/6. Bella Dodd was a Communist who converted to Catholicism and revealed that a huge infiltration into clergy in the Church had been made by men who were without any faith or any commitment to chastity. The purpose of this was to destroy the Church from within.
This manouvre, originating with Stalin, was not ostensibly revealed when Our Lady requested the consecration of Russia to her Immaculate Heart, which she said would result in the conversion of Russia, and in the cessation of the spread of errors by Russia throughout the world. This Consecration has never been made.
The phrase ‘Awful Disclosures’ comes from the title of a mendacious 19-century anti-Catholic book. namely The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, about sexual misconduct in a convent
The Church has never made, since, specifically,
Expressly aimed at Russia, to convert Russia.
Gaps like this Stalin filled with evil intent,
Rallying young men to infiltrate, with huge success,
Every corner of the Church. Dark their proviso :
Asked – Church-destructive from within, faith-frauds, hip –
To form ordained homosexual substrata.
The ‘Third Secret of Fatima’ Sister Lucy
Had a disclosure time-frame for, which went amiss,
Eventually turning out soap-opera.
Gingerly was the text opened; then squinted at;
Read; then poked back in a Vatican recess.
Emphatically: an untimely ‘no-no’.
Agitators brokered why it was for the chop:
The great apostasy bore its broad schemata.
Time for the ‘treatment’ to be shown Freemasonry:
Hell’s ancient masterpiece. Variously: blandness
Ensconced down a quiet street; grim esoterica
Glaring from an eerie film; or bright tommy-rot
Reverberating from opera stages.
Essentially: a behind the scenes imbroglio,
Activating malign developments from top
To bottom of a mind-set out of Ruritania.
The land of the Blarney broached the Real McCoy.
Heaven had said it all long long before. Bliss-
Eternal planned (though millennial euphoria
Grappled with current goings-on for a judgment
Right on the mark). Then there the Book of Truth was:
Exact, exhaustive; a massive portfolio
Astounding and authoritative, summing up
The times before, during and after the Parousia.
The precise extent of the great apostasy
Has long eluded most of the faithful like us.
Even the warned-against misplaced charisma
Granted our leaders as lay matter-of-fact
Rapidly started shrinking as deceived persons
Emptied from the pews, or, pulpit-starved of credo
As past-practised, were led from these same pews to hop
Tracks onto roads leading to a Modernist Nirvana.
The dynamics of apostasy are so sly.
Heterodox gangs pick up on the Fall in us,
Easing our skewered gaze into a replica
Grown from the twists and turns in their darkness of heart.
Righteousness wilts. Poor example paralyses
Each good streak else. Boxed fruit (one bad) rots quid pro quo.
A lone erratic can bring vast schemes to a stop.
Turbulence now congests our world panorama.
The remedial process will not be pretty.
Hardened sinners have no clue as to the horrors
Earmarked by experts for the phantasmagoria
Godless planners think a peak-experience treat
Replacing any kingdom-come hopes in Christians.
Even inventing myths (dear to Pope Bergoglio)
About the Tribulation they see building up,
They’ll be still more shocked than friends of Christ-Omega.
13.‘Truth is a Book open to Divine Mercy’ .
Here is a Google- search among many that leads
Exactly to the cosmic memoranda
God planted in Daniel but (unplumbed in the past)
Revitalized my old age despite grave doubts
Entertained for soldier-skills to be gained solo,
After this my ‘secret-agent’ phase. It’s a wrap
(Though some ploys not aired here pose a real dilemma).
The leadership has a gigantic role to play.
Hell could have snared many of our acquaintances,
Even friends and family. Church-ruled millennia,
Geared to atonement measures against such age-old taint,
Run into the prime problem of these stubborn times:
Exponentially, sin meets less preached embargo
As impenitence pours harder into the Cup
That Garabandal said neared peak-anathema
There’s a small range of options to deploy –
Hardily, secretly – given the grave crisis
Everything’s now converging on (packed with data
Garnered from the traditions of our chequered past).
‘Remnant’ is a Biblical term, reworked; ‘Maquis’,
Exhumed from secular conflicts not long ago –
Alternatives to qualms about the ‘ schism-trap’.
Time to preview the ‘Church of Catacombia’.
This is the issue for which I’m pressed to lobby.
Hard times, allayed by providential promises,
Egg me on with this Church ‘final-test’ schema.
Grace perfects nature; planning – accomplishment.
Reality will some time be: Church-homelessness
Everywhere but a properly prepared ghetto.
An essential for every autonomous group:
Table your own Abomination-agenda.
The Church in ‘Catatonica’ disarray
Has by contrast the power to show what is
Exactly the Church Next – same as graced the era
Going before the travesty of the present.
Righting it nowadays will not meet with much success.
Emergency measures will only work so-so.
Average, lukewarm, ignorant, in fraudsters’ grip,
The Catatonics will shun a Latin gala.
Those Tridentine-born, but New-Mass as adults, stray
Hardly ever, if they had firm faith groundings
Early on. But, turned off the Francisco-mania
Gripping pews solely Novus-Ordo, I now post
Resistance online comment-calls for measures
(Either ad-lib or campaigned-for) to be all-go
Again : old-style devotions; sermons with pep;
Try-out private-clubs; freelance priests (inter alia).
The English had a penchant for the verse essay.
Here’s the point so far. The big or bit players
Execute moves not all know are on-camera
(Grand-denouement-doomed to grind to a halt).
Racing to ruin with who knows what survivors
(Excluding me?), the field, amid great ballyhoo
About the jumps (each saddled with some handicap)
Take to the last stage of this extravaganza.
The catacombs spur my ‘Catacombian’ ploy.
However my ‘Maquis-Underground’ updates
Entail no literal ‘down below’. ‘Sub rosa’
Gravitates us more inclusively. Precedent
Recalls priest-holes, ‘hedgerow’ liturgies, house chapels –
Emblematic of whole countries turned ‘no-go’,
As ‘seals-of -protection’ mine (if not gold stored up)
Tack Book-of-Truth tips on my ‘tabula rasa’.
lines 5-6 refer to procedures from the past that were employed in times of persecution in England under the Tudors or in Ireland before Catholic Emancipation.
The circle round ‘Maria Divine Mercy’
Has to watch its words. It may have strategies
Excluded from the public, due to brouhaha
Granted prophecy (but net your ‘secret agent’).
Ready waiting: ‘Antichrist’, ‘warning’, chastisements.
Events, persons such – lag behind this verse promo.
Apocalyptic gloom precedes times to rev up
Three months of post/great-apostasy fiesta.