The Decline and Fall of the Millennium

To The Apostles of the Immaculate Heart

Some years ago Mark Fellows wrote "Fatima in Twilight".  When this Wolf was born, Christendom was in twilight- the Sun of Justice was definitely setting.  One would not have known it at the time.  Good Pope John had just come to Town.  Unlike the Stuffy Ultramontone (or so we thought) Pius XII, he was going to "open windows'' on the "Greatest Generation" that was busy building the "Civilization of Love" with their jackhammers and welding torches in between guzzling beer, watching the big game, moving to Suburbia, and acquiring the latest great convenience.  When this Wolf was born, the Gas-Powered Lawn Mower was making its debut.  Those of our generation recall the old manual mowers powered by the leg muscles that had rotating blades between two wheels.  Quite a workout- especially going uphill.  The average suburban lawn was an afternoon's hard labor, especially if the grass was overgrown and raking and collecting the clippings for the compost pile was also part of the chore.  The Gas-Powered Mower reduced all that to about two hours, especially if it had a bag to collect the clippings, for an overgrown lawn.  Now one had time for the great Saturday Afternoon Baseball Game.


But do not get this Wolf wrong.  Doom lay just below the surface.  Conspiracy Theories, however, were not talked about in polite company, forbidden along with discussing religious differences, gossip about the neighbors' marital status  or mentioning certain body parts.  Everything was Happy and Gay, even the Good War.  "Friend of Mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck.  As he flew away he was heard to say, 'A Hubba Hubba Hubba, Yuck, Yuck'".  That was how Perry Como described The Slaughter of Cities.  (A CIA Deep Shill, E Michael Jones, would write a book by that title a few years later- but let's not get ahead of the story.)
Good Pope John, in a speech heard around the world, in the defining moment of his short pontificate, echoed the sentiment: "We feel we must disagree with these prophets of gloom and doom as though the End of the World was at hand", right before he convoked that Enduring Paragon of Optimism, Vatican Council II.

1963 began as a wonderful year to be alive.  That Ode to Christmas Shopping, the new High Festival Season of American Consumerist Materialism, "Silver Bells", the epitome of the era, banished the strains of the Advent Hymn "Rorate Coeli".  Not even the death of Good Pope John could put a damper on the party.  In September the Second Session of Vatican II began as the bells pealed their joy.  They say the first shot around the world was at Lexington and Concord in that apocalyptic year of 1776.  (Adam Weishaupt and his Illuminati were just a coming-out party- more on that momentarily.)  The second shot heard around the world was fired in Sarajevo in 1914.  And the third shot heard around the world was in Dealey Plaza on November 22nd, 1963.

The assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy was a defining moment.  Just two years earlier, in April, he had stated that "we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence."  Quite a mouthful for a gin-guzzling womanizer; most people thought he was discussing the Evil Communists.  Research quickly disclosed that the Kennedy assassination had to have been planned months in advance.  In fact, this Wolf believes that the Kennedy Assassination was planned before this fateful man was born, and those carefully choreographed days during World War II- itself all stage-managed theatre-  summarized by the words "PT-109" was the launch pad for his crafted, meteoric rise to the presidency.  (Just as Eugenio Pacelli, Grandson of a Rothschild Agent, had been groomed from childhood to be Pope Pius XII.)
That very same day in 1963, across the Pond, at Rome, saw another defining moment.  By a vote of 2159 to 19, the "Schema on the Liturgy" was approved.  The Great Plan of the Lodges was about to overthrow the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church.

The rest of the 1960's was a tumultuous decade.  John Fitzgerald Kennedy had discussed other launching pads, those of the Apollo Program.  The Crown Jewel of Progressivism occurred on July 20th, 1969 with the dramatic footstep of Neil Armstrong onto the Nevada Desert and proclaiming "That's One Small Step for a man; One giant leap for mankind."  One has to give the Devil his due: over half a century later billions of people still think he walked on the moon.  Meanwhile, the 1960's also saw that Massive Tavistock Operation, The Beatles, turn Popular Music Culture upside down and ignite the "Sexual Revolution".  A significant bonus feature was the birth of the Hippie Culture Peaceniks, who opposed the nihilistic materialism of The Greatest Generation with flowers, guitars, and Free Love- whatever exactly that meant.  If they would have followed the Model of St Francis, they might have been onto something.  But, alas, their heroes had been manufactured in the Lodges a generation ago. This decade also saw a significant transition in Hollywood.  Actors were no longer going to portray ladies and gentlemen; the movies were no longer about staid adventure and romance.  Rather, like Captain Kirk, Hollywood was going to boldly go where no man had gone before.  (Fools boldly go where Angels fear to tread.)

And so we come to the 1970's, where this Wolf came of age.  The decade of the Novus Ordo Seclorum debuted with the Novus Ordo Missae in 1970.  While the Orthodox looked at the Novus Ordo and asked "That's it?  That's the Great Liturgical Revolution of Vatican II?  It looks like Protestant Liturgy..." the Hippies took to it like a fish to water.  In no time at all, Folk Masses, Clown Masses, and Dancing Masses proliferated.  Not since Moses stepped out of the Ark onto dry land had the world seen so much change in so little time.  Practically overnight, around the world, Catholic Houses of Worship went from Sanctuaries of Reverential Silence to Clap-Happy Music Halls while the Mother of Sorrows wept.  Some priests committed suicide; others married.  The nuns quit the cloister, bought a Corvette, and moved into an apartment downtown.  Millions left the faith.  But the Bishops painted a Big Happy Face over the abrupt decline and decay and called it "The Springtime of Vatican II".  Talk about a conspiracy.

In retrospect, none of this happened by accident.  This was all a planned, expertly choreographed attack on what remained of the bastions of Christendom.  The defenders of those bastions rallied around bogus "conservatives" like Cardinal Alfredo Ottaviani, who talked a good line but was probably as Fake and Ghey as Annibale Bugnini.  He did all the right things, like banning "The Divine Mercy" and "The Poem of the Man God", but he organized nary a demonstration against the Liturgical Anarchy.  This man had also presided over the burial of the Message of Fatima, beginning with the acquisition of all of St Sr Lucia's writings, especially "The Third Secret of Fatima" which were pitched into "The Deep Dark Well" of the "Vatican Archives".  His Silence, and that of his fellow "conservatives", was deafening, and telling.  "Yes, the world is falling into twilight.  But don't worry.  The Gates of Hell cannot prevail against the Church.  Watch another movie.  Go out tonight for a steak dinner."
 
In the early 1980's, while working at York Steak House, I recall my boss, during a lazy slow day, discussing an article he had read in Restaurateurs' Magazine.  "By the end of the decade," he said, "more than two thirds of meals will be eaten out.  The home kitchen is on its way to becoming a dinosaur."  Just another of those manufactured trends.  Meanwhile, the Temples of American Consumerism, those gargantuan, sprawling Shopping Malls reminiscent of Rome but redone in Art Deco, were in decline.  The America of the '80's was much too busied and frenetic to enjoy a leisurely afternoon shopping.  This was the age of Beer Run and Done.  This was also the age of Coming out of the Closet.  Men would parade their fetishes now in broad daylight and the women would abandon femininity to become cops, lawyers, sailors, and bartenders.  We no longer had waitresses, mailmen, chairmen, butlers, and maids.  Newspeak gave us servers, chairpersons, and homosexuals.  The Word made Flesh had become the Word made Vapid and Ephemeral, pointing away from stark, ontological reality.

The hopes that Pope John Paul II would restore any semblance of Catholicity to "Holy Mother Church" were a mere flash in the pan.  Instead, he became the progenitor of Word Salad.  If Chicago was the Windy City, the Vatican became a Category Five Hurricane.  The Eye of that Hurricane was the Danzig Corridor on the Baltic Sea.  A half century earlier it had seen the theatre of "Germans slaughtered by Poles".  Now renamed Gdansk, it witnessed another actor, Lech Walensa, give birth to Solidarity.  The Grand Collapse of Communism was under way.  Millions regard Maggie Thatcher, Ronald Reagan, and Pope John Paul II as the authors of the Grand Chess Game that saw the rise of  Mikhail Gorbachev and his Glasnost and Perestroika, climaxing with the "collapse" of the Soviet Union on the 26th of December 1991.  But the whole orchestration of the affair was revealed when Armand Hammer flew his corporate jet to the Kremlin to hug the "evil communist leaders" and give his condolences.  The Berlin Wall fell not because the East had been converted to "Freedom and Democracy" but rather because the West had been converted to Dialectical Materialism.  Every plank of the Communist Manifesto was in full force in America in 1990.  A quick review:  Abolition of property in land.  A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.  Abolition of all rights of inheritance.  Centralization of credit, communications and transportation in the hands of the State.  Extension of factories, combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries, and the abolition of the distinction between town and country.  And free education for all children in public schools.  MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

But, hey, it was the '90's.  Credit was cheap.  And so was beer.  So PARTY ON, America.  Ignore the cheapening of everything, from the marital embrace to the cars we drove.  For the old, nostalgia abundantly flowed from every flea market and antique barn.  For the young, McCulture offered cheap travel, cheap entertainment, and cheap junk food.  And so America partied, and partied, and partied some more.  Not that we were not warned.  The breathtaking collapse of Enron was a significant blip on the radar.  So was the even bigger collapse of Worldcom.  But hey, just go out and buy a house with a NINJA loan, flip it, and walk away with fifty grand or so.  What could go wrong?  Well, the Great Party of the '90's, marred only by the ominous False Flag of September 11th and the "War on Terror", came to an abrupt end on the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows in September 2008, when headlines announced the Collapse of Leahman Brothers, and investors around the world bit their lips and waited with baited breath to see if this was the end of life as they knew it.

But this, too, was orchestrated theatre.  Operation Mockingbird was taking a very dramatic turn.  No longer would Mainstream Media be the major vehicle of the Information Landscape.  A New Sheriff had come to town, a polyglot composed of CIA shills who quickly captured the narrative in the "Alternative Media", spearheaded by Alex Jones of Infowars and Prison Planet.  Truth was coming out, but the Cabal was light years ahead of the pack.  So the words "hyperinflation", "fiat currency","holocaust", "Zionism" and even Our Lady of Fatima were mashed into a carefully controlled narrative featuring two parts Traditional Catholicism, two parts Gnosticism, two parts Traditional Americanism, and two parts good old-fashioned entertainment.  One of those shills, Gerald Celente, quickly gave us the playbook:  Currency Wars will lead to Trade Wars which will lead to Shooting Wars.  And that is the narrative that is still unfolding.

Our Lady of Fatima, however, stubbornly refuses to fit the mold.  The tips of big icebergs of truth just keep bobbing to the surface. The Franklin Scandal.  Gary Webb's research that congealed into the epic book "Dark Alliance".  The decline and fall of Cardinal Theodore Edgar McCarrick.  The revelation of an impostor "Sr Lucia", to replace the real one who was probably murdered in a satanic ritual in 1957.  The revelation that the "surprise attack on Pearl Harbor" was totally Fake and Ghey.  For the man of prayer, contemplation, and courage, the Apocalyptic moment is fully revealed.  And the monotonous blather of so many esteemed clerics is revealed for the inane, irrelevant nonsense it is.  Very few people are talking about Our Lady of Fatima.  They have moved on to newer apparitions for a new theological "news cycle".  They have wandered far from the Narrow Road of Truth, and are lost in a World of Lies. 

But for those with eyes to see, the coming Category Seven Geopolitical storm is manifest on the horizon.  The American Empire will be swept away like a pile of dried dung.  The world will convulse in war and the collapse of the tinsel culture erected since the theatre of "The Second World War".  And Holy Mother Church will also be deeply transformed.  The Medieval Culture will also be swept away, her seat of power will be transferred to Jerusalem, and the Light of Faith will be resplendent across the world.  The Dark Works of the last millennia will be all exposed and denounced.  And the Glorious Age longed for by Crusaders across the centuries will at last be realized, not by Sword or Rack, but by the Triumph of the Immaculate Heart of Mary.

The World will then be at the Foot of the Eternal Sacrifice, and realize that the joys longed for were always to be found in its shadow. 

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us.  You are our only hope!