Pop Music

So dad and mom and I went to visit Michael in Philly. Dad drove there. There was one bad thing. On the trip down and then again back up my Father was playing pop music. Mostly the 50s and 60 stations on the satellite radio. Especially since I got out of the hospital I hate pop music. It is the devil's music. In my mind pop culture, especially TV and music is of the devil almost completely. The point of it is to turn all the youth into sodomites, fornicators, and onanists. And the destruction it has left in its wake is unprecedented. And of course the Church put up no defense against the onslaught, instead going along with it, giving a hundred million Catholics over to the devil for fear of seeming reactionary, or else because they were also devils. They even held dances with this filth being played while the youth got together and got drunk, high, and fornicated. And went to confession in the morning without true repentance, followed by sacrilegious communions. I don't know, but it makes my skin crawl to hear it. There and back. I did not speak up, ad my father would get angry. When I go out with my mother I play the classical music station or turn off the radio. At least that does not have sinful lyrics about lusting after young girls.

But we got to see Michael. He wants to make pop music. Alas.

I spoke to my therapist today. We had a nice conversation, but nothing important was discussed. Just a routine session. I like talking to her and she helps me.

So I hate pop music like most media. Of the devil, but nobody cares. So I speak to myself, everyone is a devil. And no one takes me seriously. i hope I am good and that one day I get to go to heaven. But I fear if I do get there I will be alone. I don't think a lot of people from my generation and especially my parents generation will be saved. And if I am saved, that would be a neat miracle.

At my local Novus Ordo Church, something interesting is going on. The last two times I went there to pray before the tabernacle, they had four Prie Dieus set up where there used to be an altar rail. I can only presume that the priest there is encouraging Communion to be taken while kneeling, on the tongue. I know the administrator knows how to say the Latin Mass and likes to celebrate Mass Ad Orientem. So our parish is bacoming one of the conservative ones. I hope they will have more Latin Masses soon. I attneded one in the parish, only one. And after the fact I learned that there were others.

I have to say that there has to be a Church somewhere until the end of time.

No Churches Open

There are now no Catholic Churches open near me. Nothing during the week and now nothing on Sunday. Mass is cancelled. Starting on one of my favorite weeks of the year, Laetare Sunday. I  will not be seeing Father wearing rose. The Churches are all locked. I was thinking about trying to call a priest and arrange to go to confession. It would be nice to go if we will be without Mass for however long this lasts.

For a while I have had bits from Beethoven's 9th symphony stuck in my head. So now I am listening to it on my computer.

My father showed me a nice little Lourdes Grotto outside of St. Pancras Church in Glendale. We sat there for a while, nearby there was a bird feeder. It was relaxing. They also had stations of the Cross set up outside the Church. I think I may be going there at times on my own to pray. It is too far from my house to walk, but I could take the bus. If I pray there for a while it would be worth the bus fare.

But now with no Churches I will have to pray my prayers in the basement, or perhaps I can walk to the park and kneel down and pray there. I am not afraid of dying of this disease. I just hope we do not run out of money. I hope all of my dear readers are okay. As this is a nationwide scare. And even international.

Hotel California

The devil was attacking me this morning. As I awoke, the Eagles song Hotel California was in my head and stayed there for a little bit. I thought it must be the devil.

St. Patrick's

Went to Saint Patrick's Cathedral for an organ concert before Mass. The Lovely Helena was performing with five other organ students. I am no expert but it was nice hearing her perform. Father seems to really like her. She does conferences and performances at the big Church in Long Island and other places and he always says when she is performing so that we can go. I like her too. She seems like a nice girl. But I don't know her very well because she does not usually come out with my group to eat after Mass. It is dangerous getting to know nice young girls because when one does, then one wants to marry them. It would be nice being married to a nice young girl. When I see single women at Mass I think often how nice it would be to marry a girl like her. But then one would want you to slave away to provide for her and your children, something that I am not in a condition to do.

She plays the electric piano and sings with her sister at Mass now. And this will presumably continue to happen for as long as she is in town going to school. I believe she will be going to school for this year and next, so we have two years of nice organ music and singing. She is a special girl, so I imagine as long as she is around we will continue to have Mass at our little mission and they won't close it for lack of people.

I saw some nice malachite one decade rosary key chains but I did not acquire one. I have a full rosary so I don't need a small one. I once had a malachite five decade rosary but it fell apart when I prayed with it. The stones crumbled and fell apart like old dry soap. I saw it as a sign that I was to be numbered among the damned because a rosary of one of the lambs would never break or crumble. Sometimes I have weird thoughts. I am not alone. I remember my blind friend Julian telling me when his crucifix broke that the reason it broke was because an older woman who I greatly admire whose name means "Heart Cross" was touching it. The reason her touching it caused it to break was because she believed Benedict was the Pope at the time before he resigned. Malachite.

Benches by the Library

Walking to the library there is a tree where all the songbirds sing. Above the benches where the drunks lay. They lay on the benches twitching as the songbirds sing their song and the squirrels look for nuts. Today I saw a black squirrel climb from a little tree to a big tree. Above the benches where the drunk lay. He is an important person in the neighborhood. Is he the rightful duke or the earl or the king? Why else would the songbirds serenade him though it was not night?

The Wedding

Father told me that I could go to the wedding so I went. I have never noticed such a subversion of the natural order as at that wedding. It was a Unitarian wedding of a Unitarian and an apostate Russian Orthodox and the minister who presided was a woman. The songs were pop music played on a classical guitar by the pied piper of the evening. I pointed out that one song was by Elton John and my brother said I was right, it was "Your Song". The Bride's Father was wearing a pink suit and was the most hen-pecked man I have ever noticed. The step-mother was balding and looked like a witch. Everything was upside down. It came to mind how one of the greatest curses is the curse to be ruled by women. On the way back at the rest stop there was what looked like a lesbian couple abusing two babies. I felt for the babies. Such monstrosities are "legal" now. I looked at the babies and smiled at them. What should I do when such things are supported by the force of law?

I am now fond of praying the Office of the Dead in front of the tabernacle in Church. The living, the living, pray to you as I do this day. Let the dead bury the dead. Often I feel as if I live among the dead and that all of the people I see are dead an nobody lives, except for a few good souls and the little children. I love little children and know that when I see them they are either little angels or little doves. The angels are the baptized and the doves are the unbaptized.

At the wedding I thought the queen was young Nicolina. I told Michael and he asked why not the other baby, Alexandria or Sasha? And I told him because she is not yet Baptized. The Christening is on September 8th. I am not sure if we are going yet. My mother wants to go. My father does not. I would rather go to Mass in the City than go to an Orthodox Christening. But I can witness the birth of a soul to the life of God, and can pray that she gets out of Orthodoxy and into Catholicism and see the angels come down from heaven to bless one of the little ones and welcome her into the kingdom of heaven with her older sister, Nicolina.

Pain

My Father used to tell me a rhyme of the sea:

Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning; / Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

Pain
Sweeter then sugar,
Wetter than rain;
Blood flowing down
The spider-web drain.

A Poem for Gemma by Julian Moore.


Warning, there is dancing in this video and it is Rock and Roll, the Devil's Music:

My Rain Stick

 This is my Kangaroo Rain Stick. If you shake it it sounds like maracas, but if you slowly turn it upside down the pebbles inside fall slowly like rain and it is very pleasing to the sensitive ear. Notice that it is very beautiful. The pictures are Japanese woodcuts. I love Japanese and Chinese culture. I think it is very beautiful. I love Japanese movies. I prefer them to American movies. I despise Hollywood.

This is my guitar. It is a dark sunburst guitar. I bought it at a Guitar Center in Buffalo for three hundred and fifty dollars. It was used. I think it is a very beautiful guitar and I like playing it. I use Dean Markley acoustic guitar strings. They are my favorite kind of strings. The guitar itself is a Vantage. When I went to the store I asked the worker which guitar I should buy and he chose this one. I trusted him and that is why my guitar is so very good.

I am practicing now. It is one of my goals. I am currently focusing on the guitar and reading Cross Upon Cross. I hope to one day become a great leader of men. Pope Pius IX was a great leader of men and the book is about his life. I am borrowing it from Saint Michael's. I will give it back to Father S. when I am finished reading it.

I think my neighborhood is improving. People are saying hello to me and talking to me and I say hello back. The buses and the trains are running on time. Every thing is falling in the right place. One cannot achieve a utopia in this fallen world, but one can achieve a beautiful world of happiness and joy. We must strive together to bring about such a world. We are working on it here in Richmond Hill. I hope you will come and join us. It is a beautiful little town.

I am going to Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament today at Saint Benny's. I plan on praying the Rosary there before Our Lord.

Comb My Hair

She is handsome, she is pretty / She is the belle of Belfast city.

Please wont you tell me, who is she?

I comb my hair.

Then I go home.