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Recents commentary on SG has revived some chatter about Bruce Charlton, which, I personally concluded is an intellectual coward; something I have trouble making any allowance for, and hence, I have largely ignored Bruce since late 2022.

Bruce has undeniably some positives here and there, his short pamphlet available on the internet entitled addicted to distraction is quite brilliant and I suggest everyone reads it.

That said, the man is completely incoherent despite his claims of Christianity being a net positive and true, he persists in polluting it with essentially utterly heretical, illogical and nonsensical fluctuating positions.

My last blog post on it was this one, to which he later responded with a comment on his site thus:

@Gf – Fine, that’s good. Those Roman Catholics who disagree with your assumptions can now see more clearly where their assumptions differ, and whether they personally regard their different assumptions as correct, or not. 

I must say, though, it’s a bit childish – because clearly false – to assert in your Headline that I don’t understand Roman Catholicism At All; simply because we disagree about the institutions essential actuality! 

Ummm… except he goes on to totally prove he really has no clue in the very next paragraph.

That aside; in particular I disagree 100% and with absolute personal certainty with your first and foundational assumption “1. The Catholic Church is the one and ONLY Church instituted on Earth by God.”- and by its implication (I presume) that you assume there is no salvation outside of (whatever you define as) the RCC.  

He states this is my personal certainty, which is true enough, and I mentioned it in that post as one of the baseline assumptions of Catholicism (Sedevacantism being the only Catholicism left). I had assumed that Bruce understood the baseline reason why this is axiomatic for anyone who considers themselves Catholic, since it is simple enough a child understands it.

Either Christianity is true or it is not, there is no grey area here. And if Christianity is true, God is a loving God who doesn’t lie, which means He would leave a Way for the truth to be known and followed and remain infallible and uncorrupted, despite humans being all flawed, until the end of days, that is, His return, as stated quite clearly in the Bible. So… IF like Bruce pretends to do, you accept Christianity is true, and given that for over a thousand years there was no other Christianity but Catholicism, complete with Popes and so on, you can only reasonably conclude that Catholicism MUST have been true. At least for at least 1054 years. After that you might be excused if you erroneously think the Eastern “Orthodox” carried on the One True Church. Well… if you are absolutely lazy and intentionally remain ignorant of all history for the last nearly 1000 years. Because the Eastern “Orthodox” did not proselytise, made deals with the Muslims, retreated in the face of conquest, asked for help from the Catholics AFTER their schism and then backstabbed the crusaders who came to help them repeatedly, right up to teaming up with the Muslims to kill them; not once, not twice, but three crusades in a row. Then whined and bitched like victims for the next 900 years when the fourth crusade sacked Constantinople. They even refused to simply take over the fortresses that the Catholics built and maintained in the Outremer for two centuries, when the European resources were finally drying up. They didn’t stop the invasion of Malta, and in any case, they have their own, insular, almost Jewish factions, and currently various splits too.

So you’d be foolish at beat to think the Eastern “Orthodox” are where the infallible Church of God resides. And the very idea that another sect, that promptly split into thousands of factions of Protestantism, 500 years later still is the true Church is clearly ridiculous. Particularly since it was started by an ethnically Jewish theological hitman called Martin, with gluttony, vulgarity and rape of maids and a fetish for sex with nuns as his main personality traits, who ultimately hung himself from his bedpost (possibly in erotic auto-asphyxiation gone wrong).

Given the above, it really does not take Sherlock Holmes powers of reasoning to conclude that Catholicism is it. At which point, you need to familiarise yourself with what Catholicism is, and what its rules are.

And when you do, you realise that by those very rules, two things become immediately clear:

1. Catholicism creates the best society possible for human beings.

2. The Vatican II abomination and its resulting Novus Ordo “Church” are clearly the antithesis of Catholicism.

Given these readily provable and knowable facts, and the level of logic even a child can grasp, since what is true cannot be false, and vice versa, if you accept Christianity as being true, then:

1. Catholicism is Christianity

2. Catholicism is true

3. All that is not Catholicism is false

4. Catholicism is the only way to salvation

There are some nuances, but in broad terms this is it. So, pretending that the axiomatic point that Catholicism is the ONLY true Church, is merely a personal choice is either utterly ignorant, or the conclusion of someone too stupid to do basic research and basic logic, or, the intentional lie of a gnostic deceiver.

You’ll see that I assumed (as charity dictates) that Bruce is merely an ignorant, and a hit and miss thinker. This despite his clearly gnostic tendencies, not to mention absurdist notions of Mormonism being in any way valid. Truly, if you don’t know the story of Mormonism I suggest you go to the theatre and watch the Book of Mormon, it’s not historically perfect, but it is hilarious and effectively points out some of the complete nonsense of that made up cult.

My conviction is rooted in a primary understanding of God the Creator as our Heavenly Father who Loves us all as His individual children – and the utter inconceivability that such a personage would set-up mortal life on this earth (and all its incredible variety of situations through persons, time and place) – and with this mortal life being directed-at salvation – to have such absolute dependence on the contingencies of any possible human institution. 

What did I say? The man is either supremely ignorant of Christianity as a whole, or pretending to be. The Catholic Church has human servants in it, from the Pope (currently not present since 1958) to the last layman, none of which are infallible. The Church, and the Pope, when there is one and he is speaking ex cathedra only, are infallible not because of any human attributes, but because it is supernaturally protected from error by God Himself. As a Loving God would. The Church is not a human institution at all, it is a divine one, populated by humans here on Earth, and infallible through God’s Grace and nothing else!

But apparently Bruce, in Bruce-logic land, thinks a loving omnipotent God would set up a flawed, corruptible, “Church”.

No, Bruce. No. God gave us free will, so we are free to ignore Him and His Church, but if we but choose to look and investigate, it becomes clear very fast what the DEMONSTRABLE FACTS are.

I can understand that – in earlier eras and places – Men did not distinguish the individual from the group in the way that we now cannot help doing.

What a lot of unsubstantiated nonsense. Pure invention with millions of counter examples to discredit it all over the place at all times of history.

Each Man experienced himself in terms of the groups to which he belonged – mostly by birth. To be separated was not to be himself. 

Again, what utter rubbish. Scouts existed at all periods of history. They mixed with other tribes and races and cultures.

Therefore life and salvation used to be (necessarily) conceptualized in terms of groups. men were (mostly unconsciously, unaware of any alternatives) immersed in the groups into which they were born and grew. The religions that grew were spontaneously church-based and church-led – nothing else was even possible; and that was good and right for those times and places.  

And here we see the modernist, secular, gnostic, nonsense raise its beastly head. There are plenty of communities where the truth binds them as a people of one faith, without wiping out their individuality, in fact, Catholicism has always done this. And continues to do so.

But now, especially in The West, almost the opposite is the case. We find it difficult or impossible to consider ourselves primarily in terms of our group membership;

Don’t judge the world by your own measure, Bruce.

and confront an alienated world, cut off inside our own consciousness – and often seeking escape from this alienation by distraction and drugs. 

Again, speak for yourself. While distraction (in all its forms, pornography, wealth, drugs, materialism in general, entertainment, etc) is pervasive, it has always existed. Is it more prevalent today? Sure. But being “cut off” from “others” cannot be done unless you are first “cut off” from your own inner self and inner nature. In short, only those who do not know themselves fall so easily to it all. And the primary culprit for this lack of self-awareness is lack of hardship.

We must now (and indeed do, in practice) accept own our ultimate responsibility for our personal salvation;

It was always this way, Bruce. There has never been a magical group discount to salvation!

Where do you even come up with such specious nonsense?

and I think it is unhelpful to pretend otherwise;

No one here is “pretending” anything, except you Bruce; making up weird “psychological” theories that would have that other fantasist, Freud, blush.

and try (but fail) to make ‘obedience’ primary – when what the ancients considered obedience is literally impossible in a situation when we Must *choose* who exactly to believe and obey; and must choose frequently. 

Seriously, are you this dimwitted or are you in fact an intentional deceiver?

Are you implying, with a straight face, that salvation was, or is, or can be, achieved by forcing obedience on people?!? Really Bruce? Are you sure you’re not a closet Muslim? They believe that shit. Christians sure don’t.

The obedience is self imposed, dummy.

No one forced me to become Catholic. Or to go to Mass. Or to confess. Or to believe Catholic dogma. I choose it. As does every Catholic. We choose to obey. It is the paramount dogma of Catholicism that no one can be forced to become a Catholic, it must be freely chosen, without any coercion at all, by anyone!

It might be said that our great task nowadays is to become conscious of (and understand) much that was previously unconscious (and implicit); and then to take responsibility for our choices. 

Again, pure psychobabble nonsense. Every man, in every age, in every culture, since the very first man, and until the very last one, has had to, does now, and always will in the future, have to learn as much as he can about himself and the world, and whether he knows it or not, likes it or not, wants to or not, always, will, take responsibility (willingly or not) for his choices. Because that is how reality works Bruce.

And that is why at best Bruce is evasive (cowardly) in his thinking. And I’ve not even brought up his “Mormonism Lite” here.

I hope that clarifies things for all the SG denizens.

There are only a few requirements really.

As long as you’re willing to ignore, if not actually partake, in the rampant child sex abuse and satanic lifestyle and rituals, you really only need one of two requirements:

Belong to a specific over-represented ethnicity, and/or, just don’t be obese.

Not being obese in the USA already makes you a complete outlier. This was already true in 1996, when I first visited it. My more recent visit in October 2019, was too brief to get a decent sample size view of things, but certainly, What I did see was large all over.

It’s not a perfect metric, as it’s anecdotal and somewhat unconscious, but, being male, when you visit a new country or area, aside from special interests you may have of geography, architecture, cultural specific events or whatever, something you’ll notice is how the women look. For example, walking in Oxford street in central London, you will see hundreds of objectively beautiful women in the space of an hour or so on the crowded sidewalks.

The same is true proportionally in smaller European cities, be they Rome, Turin, Berlin, Dublin, Moscow, St. Petersburg, or many others you might pick at random. And some countries, like Kazakhstan, although relatively sparsely populated, have a very high percentage of objectively beautiful women. Some may be relatively ethnically invariant, like Japan, and for some that might be not their cup of tea, yet, once again, there are plenty of objectively beautiful women in Tokyo. Something one can still note even if perhaps they have a thing for tall blonde girls.

The first time I visited the USA, however, I was in my late twenties and on that trip I was single, so that particular radar was rather active, which is why I remember precisely that when I went to visit my brother, who lived within walking distance of Berkley University, so a large student campus, it was three weeks before I saw what I considered to be a beautiful woman. And she was Indian. It left me a rather bad taste regarding the US in general.

There were other factors too, that made me think I’d never want to live there, but as an overall sense of the place, it didn’t leave a good impression. And I honestly think it has to do with what passes for “food” in the USA.

Anyway, that’s my advice for fame in the USA: Not being obese puts you on the short list.

Most of the things I do which matter to me, since childhood, are difficult for me to put into words. Especially words that make sense to other people, and even more difficult, that actually translate a meaningful amount of my real motivation, intention or sense of things.

It is, essentially, why I write. And why my non-fiction is generally peppered with footnotes and references, as well as being rather verbose, though generally I am not thought of as boring despite the usual length of my non-fiction works.

In part it’s because in each instance, each book is pretty much a conclusive reference work for the whole topic and covers it holistically and as fully as anything can be covered. You can see this in each of the three topics I covered so far, each of which has behind it a few decades of interest in one way or other, though that is not always immediately obvious to those who don’t know me personally.

The Face on Mars covered not just the anomalies on Mars, but antigravity technology, human history, Egyptian pyramid details and history, solar system history, Biblical history, Tesla’s work, astronomy in general, and gives enough basic science and historical space exploration information that would allow anyone even only partially interested to have many jumping off points.

Systema: The Russian Martial System was written to both de-mythologise some of the cults of personality that were building up around Systema, as well as the quasi-cult aspects crediting supernatural aspects that in reality are purely scientific and have a very sound foundation in advanced human performance science, which —admittedly— the Russians (Soviets to be precise) developed and have knowledge of far in advance of the West. As a result, it initially upset the status quo initially but to date has generally been quietly accepted by serious practitioners and remains the most comprehensive work of its kind. It succeeded indeed in explaining the little known aspects of military science that are the basis on which Systema was developed, as well as introduce how to apply such principles in ways that will benefit any physical endeavour (with concomitant psychological benefits). So much so that people who practice martial arts unrelated to Systema that have read the book and apply the lessons in it, experience jumps in ability at their chosen martial art that surprise both them and their training partners.

Reclaiming the Catholic Church exposes the deception of —and details the heresy present in— Vatican II, while detailing also who did it, why, and how. And how actual Catholicism is diametrically opposed to the usurping, fake, and literally demonic, current Novus Ordo “Catholic” Church, run by that arch-enemy of mankind, Bergoglio. And how it has been this way since 1958, making Sedevacantism the only Catholicism left. Responding to every single objection that has ever been raised against Sedevacantism. It also lays out the original virtues of actual Catholicism, the courage and infinite faith of its practitioners, and the simple historical fact that they forged, and ultimately created, all that is best about Western civilisation; a fact that no honest historian can deny, regardless of their specific religious beliefs, the best case in point being Rodney Stark.

In my fiction, the path is much easier, there I just need to describe a story, and my imagination was always good in this regard, I routinely won essay competitions at school based certainly not on my grammar but the ideas in the stories.

I mention all this, not to boast, but, as is my nature when trying to explain one of those difficult to verbalise concepts, to provide enough evidence that, hopefully, an objective observer can satisfy him or herself that I am telling the demonstrable truth, without hyperbole or exaggeration.

I have found this to be necessary in my life, though it was only in my early 40s that I realised the reason was the IQ gap, and that an easier way to get along with most humans was to simply avoid the issue altogether or to dumb it down to a point that it may as well be better to keep silent. But what would be the point of that? After all, the point is to share some useful or interesting consideration for the benefit, interest or entertainment of all.

One of the benefits of blogging is that I do not need to interact endlessly with each person that raises the usual objections (which in 99% of cases have already been addressed in the very points I make, if only they considered them before reacting in usual “But…” fashion). And I can simultaneously reach many more people. They can choose to ignore, disbelieve, dismiss my thoughts, experience and factual presentation of objective truths without disturbing me further, and those who instead are interested (always a minority) can continue to interact in a mutually fruitful way.

While concepts of astronomy, human history, martial arts and models of reality that best serve humanity might be sometimes difficult to explain in words, they are, approximately, like explaining the two times table instead of advanced calculus when compared to trying to explain the mechanism of my internal processes.

I do not need to explain anything important to myself in words. Since as far back as I remember, and I remember being younger than 2 years old, before my brother was born, my internal processes have always been instinctive, wordless, fully formed, and essentially not often mistaken. My internal ability to process, or perceive, the natural and good path of what I can only describe as the numinous, has always been good. My personal decisions may not always be wise, correct, or in any way “safe”, especially for me, but my sensing of the path of what I might call “light” for lack of a better word, is seldom ever wrong, though I obviously cannot give you satisfactory evidence for this. Whether I always take it or not is another topic.

I would say that almost all of my important life decisions have been made with that internal sense inside me. I think of it as the instinct of my heart, leading me sometimes down impossible pathways and dangerous, uncharted territory, but always that being the only way I see to hold true to myself and my sense of the numinous I mentioned. And that sense of the numinous embodies all sorts of concepts for which words are such a miserly approximation as to make them insulting, were it not for their being the only way we have to try to transmit the concepts across. It embodies, in shifting eddies of importance based on the specific situation or event: honour, the holding true to yourself, the truth, putting loved ones before your very life, holding the line even in the face of terror, death and a hopeless battle with infinite enemies of Love. Justice, related to honour, and more, duty. Law and order for all, the steel wall of truth in the face of lies. Strength or fortitude, the will to hold on when there is nothing left in your flesh to do so and your spirit is broken, tired and defeated. Beauty, that necessary balm to allow you to survive the duties of honour, justice and strength or fortitude, and hidden most, in the deepest centre of it all, Love; without which, nothing at all matters.

Such is my engine, and my eyes and my motive force, and my faith in it is yes, my own, but also far more than me. It is rooted in the ultimate truth that without this truth, all is nothing and all is meaningless and as it clearly is not that, God is. And God is Love.

So.

Sometimes —most times— I will not be able to explain it to anyone else. Some, a few, may be able to sense it at times. My son, my daughters, my wife, a friend, my father, my brother. Maybe. But in any case it will not matter nor alter my course, for ultimately, my service, my duty, my absolute devotion, is to that truth. That Love. That which most men, without having anything but the faintest of ideas of what He really is, call God.

Which brings me to the point of this particular entry, and for which, I am sure, this introduction will be deemed overkill by most. Especially anyone who ever appended the title “editor” to their name.

The Valley of the Saints. Why do that? What’s it really for? That sticky post at the top there, what’s it all about? Isn’t it just a way to raise money? Surely.

Sure. In the material world of things, that corrupt travesty of reality we all inhabit, the dominion of the adversary, you can see it as just a cynical way to raise cash. Especially if you are a secularist with little to no belief in actual Catholicism. But if you think that is the main reason or purpose it was created or came into being, you’d be wrong.

I cannot explain the intent, the origin, or the impetus for doing it, other than it is a tiny, almost imperceptible, yet unstoppable, undeviating force that comes from my centre though it is rooted outside of me.

Wordless to me, and as such, largely unknown to my conscious, word-filled brain, but absolute and eternal to my cells and heart and bone marrow.

And now, that you who have done so have put your money and your intention, and your own hearts and motive force in motion towards this too, I have proof. Not that I needed it for myself, and not that I can transmit it satisfactorily to anyone else, but perhaps, in the telling of it, a shadow of its light will reflect and be recognised within you too.

The naming of trees after saints or loved ones passed on, and even one archangel so far, the prayers I offer to them and the people who do the naming, they all join together somehow, like invisible lines of force on the spiritual aether, and more rarefied and subtle than even Maxwell’s equations, they resonate, invisible to the human eyes and the stunned and fooled human heart, but all-perceptible to those hearts that still sense their connection to God, whose word for Him: God, is such a truly tiny, almost entirely meaningless scribble that it would be an obscene blasphemy were it not for His infinite Love, that makes it humorous to Him even as I write these pitiful words to try to explain my ever-fallible attempts at listening to Him and acting for His glory, extremely aware that most times I just muddy His name by associating it at all with myself in any way. And yet He loves me. And He loves you. Yes he does. You specifically, in detail, and the Saint you want to honour, and the loved one you miss or care about or revere. And what is more, what is the real miracle, is that he knows you. He knows me. He knows us in all our pettiness, weakness, disloyalty, viciousness, unworthiness, and still, and yet, He truly Loves us.

I still struggle with that, and most days I put it out of my mind, for such Love hurts. It hurts in a way that heals us. Having that Love radiate at you is like having a force squeezing all your impurities out of you, like a fever of sweating out all your evil deeds and thoughts and perversions and weaknesses. It hurts like it hurt me to walk around Venice at night, alone, in 2016. It hurts like looking at a painting of Michelangelo or Leonardo da Vinci. It hurts you with infinite Love, like the pure and innocent smile of my blue-eyed baby daughter, or blonde-haired son, or the knowing, cheeky smile of my happy, relentless little daughter number three, the forceful hug of my stepdaughter, or the gentle one of my eldest.

But this small valley I watch over now, is slowly and surely, inexorably, changing and becoming somehow brighter. That light of the numinous that no one can define but all who have felt it recognise. And with each named tree, each prayer made, each thank you written and thought and whispered, somehow, we all of us grow. And that light begins to spread in ways we cannot know, and touches others and helps them too. Helps them reach and feel and know, find and sense, that Love. That Love that hurts. And that we, all of us, need so much.

Thank you all who have contributed and who continue to do so and will do so in the future.

I don’t know how, exactly, even if I sense it, and I cannot explain it to you, much less with worldly proofs to satisfy the lost, but somehow, you are helping create a power, a sense, a light, that creates a peace over the valley I watch over; not as “owner” but merely as guardian for a time. As long as I can, while here. And I promise, my prayers for your Saints and your loved ones and for you, are as true and good as I know how to make them. And in the doing them, you better me. You help push me into that light, that Love that hurts. It is for this I thank you. And I pray, I truly pray, that each of you fees some of it too, that you can sense at least as much of it as you are helping me feel. And hopefully a lot more too. Truly, thank you, every one, with all my heart. May God bless and cleanse and help every one of you feel His Love.

It has been my experience that the Russians have always had a far more objective perspective on the whole UFO issue than the more sensationalist and hyperbolic Americans.

I have discussed my own experiences with UFOs, to some degree, before. The event is also described in my The Face on Mars and was a widely reported on event in South Africa at the time, as the UFOs in question travelled along the main highway if South Africa, the N1 in a way and number large enough that not just normal citizens saw them, but entire police stations did.

My personal assessment has been in line with the one outlined at the article linked to above.

Gen. Nikolai T. Antoshkin, the commander of a dangerous helicopter firefighting operation in which he and other pilots braved radiation exposure to contain the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, passed away in 2021. He fought in several of the country’s wars and had a long military career. 

During that career he made a brief appearance in a Russian documentary sharing his experiences with UFOs during his military career as a pilot. In that documentary he also expressed that these UFOs are from advanced civilizations who are, in some way we don’t quite understand, keeping tabs on our civilization to make sure we don’t completely destroy the planet. 

He also emphasized that these objects are commonly observed near facilities where the situation is “unstable.” These include nuclear and chemical weapons facilities. 

In 2012, then Russian Prime Minister Dmitry Medvedev actually referenced the documentary, stating that their government knows that we are being visited. Mainstream media outlets actually picked up on the story and claimed he was joking. 

What makes his (Antoshkin) claims seem more credible is the fact that it’s a matter of public record that UFOs are commonly spotted near or within the vicinity of nuclear weapons facilities. ‘

In June 2021, Luis Elizondo, former director of the Pentagon’s Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program emphasized this fact in an interview with the Washington Post. He explained how it’s a global phenomenon, that these objects have interfered with and brought nuclear weapon launching capabilities completely offline.

I know a lot of Protestants especially believe UFOs to essentially be demonic events, however, I see no reason why extraterrestrial visitations of a real nature and demonic events masquerading as such are in any way mutually exclusive. Both can be true, although, in my experience, they are qualitatively different.

In The Face on Mars, I explain in logical detail, with all the relevant evidence, why such extraterrestrial beings would be very likely pacifist in nature, at least with regards to obvious, external, weapons of mass destruction. And why if they were nefarious, their modus operandi would likely be of a subtler, insidious nature rather than overt military hostilities.

A more cinematic view is presented in my fiction series The Overlords of Mars, but the logic stands in both cases.

One of the most loyal henchmen posted this to me.

I think you see now why even the fake and gay Novus Orco “Catholics” might not be worried about the impending charge of a million such “pagan” LARPers strongest Odin warriors; and why actual Catholics (Sedevacantist) might shake their heads (the charitable good ones) wondering how far down the list of the mentally ill such people are —and thus, given the state of things, how they are unlikely to receive any kind of care in their lifetime— or, point and laugh at them (the ones like me).

In either case, still a better result for them than if Odin actually was real. At the sight of such “worshippers” he’d probably send Thor to conduct a year-long constant barrage of lightning strikes over them their current and historical location and their entire genetic line, in the hope to wipe out any memory at all of their existence, so as not to shame the entire Viking pantheon.

Translation:

Bergoglio admits his predecessors, going all the way back to V2 were also Satanists trying to overturn Catholicism.

Malcom Gladwell had only one book that I consider worth reading: blink

And the main concept of it can be explained in a postcard: people who spend thousands of hours doing something can recognise fakes within their craft in the blink of an eye; because they are picking up huge amounts of data in the form of microcues unconsciously.

That’s it. In fact it’s not even a new concept or idea. Any hypnotist has been aware of this for at least decades.

And this video debate about the mainstream media makes it clear his “popularity” is obviously entirely artificially manufactured.

On the recent news that the Russians are finally calling out one of the two biggest hoaxes of the 20th century: the Moon landing…

I think I have been clear for many years on this.

We did go to the Moon. Just not when, how and with whom they say we did. And by “we” I mean the shadowy people behind government that really run things; with a very big stick.

But I told you most of this in The Face on Mars and the highlights in this video.