Cheap, Proven OTC Quick-Fixes for Covid-19

Welp I hope everyone had a “Nice Holiday” a.k.a. a Mery Christmas!!!

How have you been navigating this bizarre aftermath of department store returns, a return to “work,” and food comas from lingering cookie trays?

Mine has been spent knocking on the door every pharmacy and urgent care in town, begging, if someone would please find space for just a few more covid tests?

--Because two of us came down with colds, and even though this didn’t 🛑 a certain relative from entering Costco and grocery stores, this same relative insisted we ALL HAD TO GET TESTED because otherwise we had no choice but to lock ourselves up at home, unable to do anything at all.

Questionable line of thinking, but isn’t that the new normal into which covid has placed us? Some sort of suspended state where logic no longer has any bearing on how we make decisions and run our lives?

But anyway I did play along.

And ok, although I still don't know if I have omicron, right when I started having serious cold symptoms (waking up in the middle of the night with congestion), I whipped out my supply of Melatonin, Quercetin, Zinc, Vitamin D & Vitamin C.

This has brought to my attention, however, that it's not common knowledge that these OTC drugs and vitamins are helpful in early treatment against covid.

The doctor told him to just rest, take honey and vitamins, and use light ibuprofen/Advil as needed. 

~ Steve Kirsch’s December 27th Substack

Rather, from these quotes, it sounds like people are still listening to their doctor's ridiculous and baseless recommendations, which allows covid to incubate inside them for days. 

So I'll just do a little PSA here and point out that you can dramatically reduce your risk of hospitalization and death for covid-19 with drugs and vitamins available at your local grocery store.

No, I didn't say that incorrectly. This pandemic could be resolved with OTC drugs and vitamins, including Vitamins A, Vitamin D, Vitamin C, quercetin and zinc.  

This isn't based on anecdotal evidence, but rather on hundreds of studies performed on thousands of patients by scores of doctors, which show a dramatic decrease in death and hospitalization for patients who use these drugs in early treatment.

How can we tell when something is working? There is only one answer to that: one of the central tenants of science, you need a control group. You need a group comparable to those you treat, and those you don’t treat.

Dr. Pierre Kory, Senate Testimony in Dec of 2020

Why this information isn't yet common knowledge, being propagated by every physician and by every pundit across the planet is simply mind blowing.

But anyway, there you have it.

All the best to you in 2022~



The Lottery Has Come to Small Town America

'It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,' Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her. 

~ The Lottery, Shirley Jackson

Advent is being in a dark cell. Then the door opens from the outside, and light comes in. 

Father Robert McTeigue 

All the goings-on in my life have given me fodder to reflect on the state of things this Advent. 

My sister came into town two weeks ago, and as women do, particularly at this time of year, we shopped. She tried on pajamas at a spendy boutique. I tried on sweaters, and flummoxed over whether or not to make a purchase. 

We attended a local fair, where artists displayed artwork and handcrafts at booths set up inside community halls, a masonic lodge, and one giant yurt. Artisans sold slippers made from recycled clothing, wall hangings of fruit and flowers created from washi tape, nuno felted capes and dresses, and birdbath tile mosaics. 

In a photographer's booth, surrounded by enormous images of red and orange poppies that felt very Georgia O'Keeffe-esque, I ran into an old friend. We've known each other for years but I haven't seen her in a while. Maybe even a decade. 

She had on a zip-up fleece with a logo of the new Seattle Kraken, which I mistook for the Seahawks. Oh, no, she laughed. She'd given up on the Seahawks for the season. Mostly, anyway. She still had her fingers crossed for their game against the 49ers that weekend. It was the big rivalry with her California-based family. 

I asked her how she'd been, and things got a little more dour. 

“It's been a rough couple of months,” she told me. “My dad died, and my dog died. He was ten years old. My other dog is on his last legs.” 

Gee--that's rough!” I scrambled as to where to take the conversation from there, and stammered for a bit before settling on a course. 

“When did your dad die?”

Oh, this was a few months ago. It was one of those cases of someone who didn't react well to the vaccine. He was in the hospital right away. He was near family when he passed.....” her voice trailed off. 

I told her how sorry I was, she said I needed to come see her since I was in town. And she moved on to another booth, as I continued looking at images of fields of poppies, reproduced onto mousepads, mugs, greeting cards and posters. 

But her conversation stayed with me. It felt so natural: we hit the regular beats, said all the right things. She told me about the death of her father with the cadence of everyday small talk--a death caused by a vaccine imposed by de facto mandate; a vaccine the government assures us is perfectly safe. 

According to the statistics on VAERS, these sorts of conversations are taking place at craft fairs, school Christmas concerts, and holiday gatherings all across the country. 

To date, the reports of adverse events for the covid vaccine include 20,244 deaths, 33,676 permanent disabilities, 10,229 heart attacks, 19,039 incidents of myocarditis, and 106,129 hospitalizations. According to Steve Kirsch's research based on anaphylaxis incidents, these numbers are underreported by a factor of 41. 

The evidence is clear. This Advent, interwoven with listening to Handel's Messiah, exchanging tins full of molasses cookies, shortbread, and Russian tea cakes, and shopping for the perfect Christmas tree, people are caring for a son, now permanently injured from the vaccine, a husband who's weakened from a heart attack, and mourning a parent's sudden passing.

The atmosphere of Christmas is usually reflected in joyously silly movies like White Christmas, and heartwarming movies like It's a Wonderful Life, which remind us that actions have far-reaching consequences, and that the individual matters. 

There's still the typical parties, with steak, cheese charcuterie boards and spiked eggnog. And once again, we're listening to the fire truck blare Christmas carols through the neighborhood, while sitting at home, stringing popcorn for the Christmas tree and sipping cider mulled in cinnamon and cloves. 

But there's a different spice in the air this year. It's not the comforting blend offered in a story like Truman Capote's “A Christmas Memory”, in which he relates a childhood memory of flying kites on Christmas morning with a dear aunt.

It's much sharper. There's an unsettling harshness to it. It's more akin to the horror in Shirley Jackson's short story “The Lottery," in which a small town of 300 or so gathers for its annual ritual of picking numbers from a black box. 

Next, the mob descends up on one unlucky individual to stone her to death. 

The real shock of the story is the ordinary way in which the monstrous ritual is conducted. Just before the lottery, the men discuss crops and weather, and the women exchange gossip. The lottery is run by the same man who organizes the square dance, the teen club and the Halloween program. 

Stoning someone to death is just part of life in this small town in America.

In our blasé acceptance of the suffering brought about by this vaccine, we've embodied Jackson's characters without missing a beat. 

It's just the way things are now,” we're collectively saying. “Decent people get vaccinated, and some of us will die or be seriously injured from it.” 


Earlier that same weekend I attended a funeral Mass and burial for an infant who died when the mother went into labor 22 weeks into her pregnancy.

The would-be first time parents couldn't come close to communicating the devastation and horror of it all, but they told about her water breaking in the middle of the night, the mother spending a week in the hospital hoping and praying she wouldn't go into labor, her contractions a week later, and the two of them watching as their little girl's heart stopped beating during her first few moments in the world. 

They held her in the palm of their hands, lovingly touching her tiny fingernails and little feet. 

Just two weeks earlier my friend had been telling me about the books she was selecting for their baby shower registry. 

And now she's crying like she can't stop. And then crying some more. Sobbing, convulsing, late into the night. 

Both parents are vaccinated. The mother speaks of the unvaccinated in the same way she'd talk about poor uneducated trailer trash. And so any correlation between the vaccine and this infant demise would sound to them like a non-sequitur. 

Yet, not a few expecting mothers have reported spontaneous abortions following their covid vaccine. The current VAERS number is 3,297.  As I mentioned earlier, these numbers are underreported by a factor of as much as 41, so a more accurate estimate is closer to 135,000.

We'll never know if the vaccine caused this particular infant demise. No one has looked into it, nor will they. But, given the VAERS statistics, it's just as accurate to say there's no way anyone could claim the vaccine couldn't have played a part. 

The accurate statement, then, is that the vaccine may very well have caused this mother's water to break at 22 weeks, and the delivery of a baby several weeks premature, who died within minutes.

The priest led us in prayers at the cemetery, talking about the angels who would come to welcome her, and ending with “eternal rest grant unto her and may perpetual light shine upon her.” 

Later, he told us that two other young couples from the parish had reported miscarriages that same week. 

A few months earlier, this priest, standing before the altar following Mass, pleaded to all of us to take the vaccine. He was praying that we would. 

Whoever Has Ears Ought to Hear

My sister and I attended Sunday Mass on her visit. After the priest made the final blessing and we all started to exit, she looked startled. 

What?” she turned to me. “No St. Michael the Archangel prayer? Every Church I've been to these past three years says it. I was expecting it. This is the first church I've been to who hasn't said it.” 

I, too, had noticed this phenomenon springing up, of parishioners kneeling and praying the St. Michael the Archangel prayer following the final blessing. During the riots in Portland in 2020, The Archbishop of Portland even instructed parishes in his Archdiocese to pray it following Mass. 

The Prayer to St. Michael used to be prayed at the end of the Tridentine Liturgy, and I believe it fell out of practice with the rollout of Novus Ordo in 1969, following Vatican II.

In 1884, Pope Leo XIII wrote the prayer after receiving a vision while standing before the altar following Mass. As the story goes, he fell into a trance and saw Lucifer conversing with Jesus:

I can destroy your Church, I only need time and power.” Jesus granted him both. 

The Pope also saw St. Michael the Archangel casting Lucifer and his legions into hell. 

Here is the prayer we now say, much abbreviated from the original version

St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do thou,
O Prince of the heavenly hosts,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan,
and all the evil spirits,
who prowl about the world
seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

(It's curious that this passage, from Pope Leo XIII's original transcription, has been removed: 

These most crafty enemies have filled and inebriated with gall and bitterness the Church, the spouse of the immaculate Lamb, and have laid impious hands on her most sacred possessions. In the Holy Place itself, where has been set up the See of the most holy Peter and the Chair of Truth for the light of the world, they have raised the throne of their abominable impiety, with the iniquitous design that when the Pastor has been struck, the sheep may be scattered.)


Recently, I read the first chapters of the Book of Revelation and was struck by the repeated refrain “Whoever has ears ought to hear what the spirit says to the churches.” It's repeated seven times between chapters 2 and 4. The author is speaking to the church of Ephesus, and the six surrounding Churches, many (possibly all) of which Paul established in his second and third missionary journeys. 

I am at a point where my eyes cannot roll further back, my disdain could not grow any deeper, my revulsion could not be any stronger at the idiocy and inhumanity I witness over and over and over again at the hands of priests. 

Watching a priest propagate the infanticide of children in his parish after celebrating Mass feels like too much to bear. 

But I do find it curious to see this prayer creeping back in. It's reassuring. It's as though to say: on a surface level, the Church is clueless. But the Spirit appreciates what we're up against. And has poised the Church for battle.

Wonderful Counselor?

The Advent season of 2021 has been a mind-fuck indeed. (I mean, look at these numbers of injuries from VAER's red-box summaries. Do you see any problem with claiming that the vaccine is safe?)

Watching people passively, and more often aggressively, jump on the vaccine train reminds me of that scene from Trains, Planes and Automobiles, where Steve Martin and John Candy get criss-crossed and start driving on the wrong side of the highway. 

When well-intentioned drivers scream out to them “You're going the wrong way!!!”, the pair puts their thumbs to their nose and wiggle their fingers. 

How do they know where we're going?” they hoot.

Then they see two semi-trucks driving straight at them at 70 MPH. 


A few months ago, I prayed, and told Jesus he felt like the sort of friend who's great to have around, but that I couldn't see much more to him that that. 

Any notions reflected in Isaiah 9:6, all of that about being a "Prince of Peace" and a "Wonderful Counselor" I just didn't see. 

A few nights later I was awoken to the moon, peeking behind a shroud of clouds.

It was beautiful.

And I heard Jesus asking me, rhetorically: “So you don't think that I am powerful?”


I don't have a lot of hope for the world situation. It's horrific to watch people stubbornly, self-righteously dig their own graves, and so many more casually accept mass suffering. 

The hypnosis is so resolute that an epiphany feels like a big ask. Not a few vaccine advocates spit upon anyone who suggests they're driving in the wrong direction. 

But perhaps my despair is a matter of perception. 

As a Catholic, I know we've inherited a fallen state; the sin of Adam became the sin of us all. But I also know we're better off because of it: “Oh happy fault, or glorious sin of Adam which gained for us so great a redeemer.” 

During her dark nights, The Little Flower resorted to making acts of faith. As she recounts in her autobiography: 

The fog that surrounds me becomes more dense; it penetrates my soul and smothered it so that I could not picture the sweet image of my Fatherland. When I try to find peace...my torment redoubles. The voice of unbelievers come to mock me, saying 'You are dreaming about the light, about a Fatherland embalmed in the sweetest perfumes; you are dreaming about the eternal possession of the Creator of all these marvels; you believe that one day you will walk out of this fog that surrounds you. Hope on! Hope on! And look forward to death. But it will not give you what you hope for, but a more profound night, the night of annihilation.' 

Although I had not the consolation of faith, I forced myself to act as if I had. I have made more acts of faith in the last year than in the whole of my life...I tell Jesus I am ready to shed blood to the last drop to profess my faith in the existence of heaven. 1

No doubt about it, an especially dark night is descending up on us this Advent. It's unlikely we'll experience any consolations in the immediate future that we've been gifted with an Almighty God, a Prince of Peace who will reign forever and ever. 

This year, more than ever, trusting in this reality requires act of will. Just like the Little Flower, it requires making acts of faith...possibly more than we've made in the whole of our lives. 

1 St. Therese of Lisieux, Story of a Soul. Chapter X.



How Does an Atheist Society Prepare to Meet Its God?

Our axiomatic systems orient us in the world and regulate our emotions. So when something axiomatically impossible happens, people are going to scramble to find reasons that don't require a retooling of their world view. It's no wonder, because they're avoiding, in archetypal terms, an involuntary descent to the underworld, even to hell. That's also why people fight so hard to protect not only their belief systems, but also their social systems. 

Often that means accusing someone else. Because then they have to change, not you. 

A world-view adjustment is a major revolution. And you may not recover from it. It just might do you in. Or maybe you're chronically depressed. And so when you dig down and you have to restructure those axioms, not only do you have to encounter the unknown as such, which is no joke, but you may also have to discover your own malevolence. 

It's no wonder people turn away from that. It's not surprising at all.

Jordan Peterson, from the documentary "Hoaxed"


The history of [modern philosophy] begins with Descartes, who split thought from existence, and identified existence with reason itself: “cogito, ergo sum” (“I think, therefore, I am”).

How different from the approach of St. Thomas,  for whom it is not thought that determines existence, but existence, “esse” that determines thought!”

John Paul II 1


Once I walked past a group of kids draped across their yard on a hot summer day. 

One boy called out to me for $5 so they could afford bus fare to the public pool. The boy sitting next to him shoved him to tell him to shut-up.

How could even a miserly skinflint reject such a request? 

It was a low price to pay for the expressions of joy and disbelief that spread across their faces as they ran across the yard toward me. 

This wasn't the sort of neighborhood I was heading into. 


I've spent a fair amount of time in a certain sort of solidly upper middle class home.

The kitchen always has an island, and it's sometimes adjacent to a great room, maybe with a piano, and a separate alcove for secreting the microwave. In one, the refrigerator had an enormous poster with “use less plastics” drawn in gigantic kiddie-letters that would startled me every time I glanced in its direction, because it looked more like “Ulysses.”

They all have at least three bathrooms: the powder bathroom with chair-railing and a free-standing sink vanity, the kids bathroom, which is usually kind of a mess, with a fun colorful shower curtain, and the master bathroom, built more like a 1,400 square foot in-house spa. 

First, you walk past the his-and-hers vanities, where each of them has spread out as they please. Then are the separate walk-in closets, each larger than most bedrooms, stuffed with barely-worn Tory Burch and Graham and Spencer. The bathing area usually has some sort of destination bathtub, and an open shower with one simple glass panel.

Some decor is minimalist, with lots of black fixtures and white towels. Some go for a more gaudy look, with marble countertops and bright gold fixtures. Others are going for the shabby chic aesthetic: reclaimed wood and doorknobs, and lacquered brass towel racks.

And finally, you arrive at the inner chamber: the toilet. Some of have bidet toilet seats (I had no idea what these even were until I saw one in one of these homes!) and, as these are the sort of people who shouldn't have to smell one another's excrement, some even have separate his-and-hers water closets.

“Hers” is identifiable because it's cutsified. One had an adorable elephant painted above the toilet paper holder. And, for anyone wondering whether having your very own pot to piss on provides utter peace and serenity, her toilet reading was the book, Happiness is an Inside Job. 

I've cared for these people's children. 

Played with them. 

Fed them. One morning, a mother pulled a box of mac n' cheese down from the cupboard. 

“Just give them this for lunch,” she said before she hurried out the door. 

“I'm not doing this,” the boy grunted a few hours later when I placed an enormous plateful of pasta covered in a white cheddar sauce before him. 

“We're trying to get him over this,” she explained later. “We'll put food in front of him, and he'll say 'I didn't order this.' I mean, I was never raised like that.” 

And since the public school down the street isn't good enough for these people, I also schlepped the kids across town. 

Outside of participating in extracurriculars and getting good grades, there's not a lot expected of these kids. They spend afternoons vegging in some sort of rec room, soaking in screen time.

And over the course of the formative years of their lives, the period of which St. Ignatius says “Give me the child and I'll show you the man,” they learn not a whit about God. 


Unquestioned, implicit atheism amongst the solidly upper middle class isn't a new phenomenon. 

Seventy years ago, in the encyclical Anna Sacri, Pope Pius XII assessed the situation: 

On the part of not a few, religion is passed by as a thing of no importance, and elsewhere absolutely prohibited in family and social life as a remnant of ancient superstitions; public and private atheism is exalted in such a way that God and His law are being abolished, and morals no longer have any foundation. The Press also too often vulgarly reviles religious feeling...

John Paul II marks the beginnings of modern materialism with Descartes in the 1600s. 

Over a century later, proponents of his rationalistic world view, fighting in the The French Revolution, “tossed crucifixes into the streets, (and) introduced the cult of the goddess of Reason...man was to live by his reason alone, as if God did not exist.”2  

And now, 400 years later, we are entirely submissive to this goddess. She informs every facet of so many people's lives to the point that atheism has become a social force. 

And these people are very fabric of our society: they are the doctors, the lawyers, the CPAs, the leaders of companies. 

So what happens when this fabric is torn in two?


The Blessed Virgin Mary has widely propagated an incident she's calling “The Warning”, or “The Illumination,” wherein everyone's soul, in the space of 15 minutes or so, will be illuminated, and they will understand everything they've ever done to offend God. We’ll have a brief glimpse at the window of our soul. 

She talked about this explicitly at Garabandal, Spain, in the 1960s, where she appeared to four girls in the 1960s. In Medjugorje, Bosnia, where she's been appearing since the 80s, the visionaries recount her telling them about a “great event that will shake the world, cause the world to stop and think,” and that “for those who do not believe, they have no idea what awaits them.”

When will this take place? 

“Soon,” she tells us. More specifically, she says the Warning is to happen when the world reverts to communism. Which, to anyone licking their finger and testing the direction of the political and social winds, is the direction we're sailing to rather quickly.  


This kind of all-encompassing judgment will be a lot for anyone to palate. Proverbs 24:16 points out that “the just man falls seven times.” Seven symbolizes an indefinite number.

To have the all gritty details of an entire lifetime of failures revealed in the space of a few minutes; to appreciate that the window of our soul not only isn't see-through, but that it's crusted over with calcified dirt; is a sucker punch that will leave the best of us clutching our stomachs, gasping for air. 

(What do you think God will call us out on? I mean, specifically? 

The seven deadly sins: greed, lust, anger, envy, pride, sloth, gluttony? Fornication, contraception? A failure to practice the spiritual and corporal works of mercy: feeding the hungry, burying the dead, bearing wrongs patiently? 

In his Confessions, St. Augustine recounted that one of the worst things he ever did was to shake a pear tree. It was thievery driven by the sheer joy of doing what was forbidden, not by any genuine need. 

I had no wish to enjoy the things I coveted by stealing, but only to enjoy the theft itself and the sin. There was a pear-tree near our vineyard, loaded with fruit...late one night a band of ruffians, myself included, went off to shake down the fruit and carry it away...our real pleasure consisted in doing something that was forbidden. 3

To my way of thinking, it seemed more like the everyday actions of a parcel of mischievous boys. But who am I to judge?

Another way to get at what the Warning might consist of is to ask: What are the most hurtful things done to you? 

For me, I'd say they're mostly characterized by indifference; that is, they're things that people haven't done, or have done without even realizing it. 

If this is the case, and if God calls us out for a litany of things we never even suspected of in ourselves, then the Warning will deliver a blow like a 2x4 across the head on an otherwise calm and peaceful day. How could we not cower at the pain of it? 

As Revelations 6:15-17 puts it: 

The kings of the earth, the nobles, the military officers, the rich, the powerful, and every slave and free person hid themselves in caves and among mountain crags. They cried out to the mountains the rocks, 'Fall on us and hide us from the face of the one who sit on the throne and from the wrath of their Lamb, because the great day of their wrath has come and who can withstand it.')

But what about those for whom a God made incarnate in a manger in Bethlehem, born to a Virgin, is nothing but a ridiculous and irrelevant myth? 

How will they react when God sits them down and presents them with the most confrontational, no holds barred performance evaluation they've ever received? 

And it isn't a favorable one?


A Paradigm Shattered

Jordan Peterson fleshes out the reaction any of us has when our axiomatic systems are challenged. Breaking down what he has to say provides a glimpse into what awaits all of us in the aftermath of the Illumination of Conscience. 

“You may not recover from it. It just might do you in.”

With the Warning, we'll come to an immediate about face understanding of our lives, and see our souls as God sees them. The shock of this revelation will be more than some can bear. 

In the immediate aftermath, people will jump off bridges, and as Christine Watkins reports, some will perish immediately from strokes and heart attacks. 

For those who survive the first 24 hours or so, all the psychologists, psychiatrists, therapists and spiritual directors in the world, working full time, couldn't come close to assuaging the trauma, confusion, and despair people will be going through. 

Just like Revelations Chapter 6 says, people will be calling out to the rocks to cover and protect them. 

It will be something behold, and it will not be pretty. 

“Scramble to find reasons that don't require a retooling of their world view.”

To the atheist and the agnostic, the Warning will be akin to receiving a lucid, harsh message from Santa Claus. It will be beyond preposterous. 

Add to it that many of these people have no reason to think their lives could get any closer to fine. They have nice kids, a nice house, and have developed a profession that contributes to society. They're super responsible with money. From a sheer materialistic point of view, their lives are exemplary.  Who could possibly challenge them? 

For these people, accepting the grace of the Warning won't just be a struggle: it will be nearly impossible to do so. 

As Peterson says: 

When you dig down and you have to restructure those axioms, not only do you have to encounter the unknown as such, which is no joke, but you may also have to discover your own malevolence. It's no wonder people turn away from that. It's not surprising at all. 

In the same way that “Russian interference” stories sprang up immediately after Trump's “impossible” presidential victory, we shouldn't be surprised at the emergence of “totally plausible” explanations and arguments that dismiss the Warning as complete hogwash.

Overlooking all the prophecies of the Warning given by saints, mystics, and the Blessed Virgin going back centuries, these arguments, in essence, will say that strange unexplainable things happen sometimes, and in the same way that your keys might end up on the back porch when you know you left them in the kitchen, you just need to ignore the Warning and move on with things. 

Scientists will have proof that the Warning is nothing but a freak, natural phenomenon. 

Spiritualists and moral leaders will prove that the Warning couldn't have come from God, using arguments such as “a god who loves you could never make you feel bad.” 

Even though these arguments will be utterly banal, for many they will be highly persuasive, as it's very easy to persuade someone of something that they want to believe. 

It's really a very tragic state that many people will find themselves in (which is no doubt why the BVM is calling on people to pray and fast before the Illumination). They'll have no context in which to process this profound spiritual experience, this intimate revelation from their own Creator! 

And so faced with the alternatives of being tossed around in a raging sea of confusion without any life vest, or clinging to some flimsy and easily rebuked argument, they will choose the latter. 

Not a few leaders in society, i.e. movie stars, and I would wager a few priests, will be vocal in this anti-Warning movement. 

And a movement it will indeed be--with the power of state on its side. 

“Often that means accusing someone else. Because then they have to change, not you.”

At the same time as people write off the Warning, a whole lot of people will embrace it wholeheartedly, and realize the conversion God calls them to. A passionate, united front will emerge, intent on realizing a society founded on the Beatitudes and the conditions of Christian discipleship outlined in Matthew 25.

However, the people who “simply cannot” accept the Warning, for whom it is axiomatically impossible, will want complete justification for their position. This outspoken Christian contingent will pose a very personal threat: it will challenge the very foundation of their lives. 

In the same way that Herodias wanted John the Baptist beheaded for condemning her marriage, they will want Christians purged from their midst. 

It's important to remember that the Warning will occur after a world-wide shift to communism. This shift will be the fruit of centuries of preparation. It will be met with huge, world-wide resistance. And so the state will be precarious and watchful of anyone who might threaten it.

A contingent of newly converted Christians, who’ve recently received a personal revelation from their God, will seriously threaten a state founded on principles of atheism and materialism. 

Just as Herod wanted to kill the Christ child who threatened his power, the state will want to rid society of Christians who seek its demise. 

Both the state, then, and a large powerful group of the population will want Christianity annihilated.

They'll probably create all sorts of propaganda depicting Christians as being “dangerous to society.” In order to assuage those they can't totally brainwash, they may well create some sort of quasi-Church, as the Communists have done in China, that eviscerates the fundamental characteristics of Catholicism. 

And there will probably be some sort of severe persecution of Christians, including physical persecution. 

“A world-view adjustment is a major revolution.” 

The Warning won't be easy for anyone. But for many, the graces will fall on fertile soil. 

It will mark a pivotal moment in the Great Awakening.

These newly energized Christians will be out to destroy the state, so at some point they’ll assume political form. 

(In essence, this movement will represent the Church. However, I doubt this “little flock” (Luke 12:32) will be either of, or supported by, the Vatican. For reasons that I outlined in another post, the “official” Church has become pagan in essence, and so the true Church has become an external flock.)

But again, this Christian movement will have strong opposition, as it will look like an uprising to the quasi-communist powers that be.

In short, the Warning will bring about massive conflict within society. 


And so, if things do in fact play out as the prophecies say, we have a tough row to hoe in the years ahead. 

The Warning won't jibe with axiomatic systems founded on sheer rationalism and atheism, and so it will hit our society like oil hitting a really hot pan.

Although the Warning will tear at the fabric of society, it will very much be in a “things must get worse before they can get better” kind of a way.

For many, it will mark a pivotal shift in a return to the world-view Aquinas professed, where being determines thought. 

After centuries of living a lie, we'll move closer toward becoming people engaged with the reality of the Incarnation.

1 John Paul II, Crossing the Threshold of Hope. Vatican City, Alfred Knopf, 1994, page 38. 2John Paul II, Crossing the Threshold of Hope. Vatican City, Alfred Knopf, 1994, page 52-3.

3 St. Augustine of Hippo, The Confessions, year 397, Chapter II, iv.