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| Link to original Tweet by Michael Haynes, as re-Tweeted by Rorate Caeli |
We were alerted today to the screen-shotted Tweet above (we saw it via Rorate Caeli and salute the fearless work of Michael Haynes – whom, we stress, is not and never has been connected to this blog; nor is he in contact with us). Pray for him.
Frankly, nobody should be surprised. The truth about the Archdiocese of Liverpool has been staring people in the face for years and most especially since 2014.
That's what our previous, admittedly slanted, post was all about. However, we are aware that it confused a few people. That was surprising given the contents of our previous posts. Having said that, we know all too well of the need to be hyper-vigilant; such are the times we live and pray in. Be assured, though, the intention of our last post, which has stood without sequel for the better part of five years, was but a non-too-subtle nod (at least we thought so) to the prevailing and dominant ethos of this Archdiocese.
For, even the mother church of this territory is quite literally and deliberately physically-framed by purposefully ambiguous, rainbow-themed stained-glass structures, as unveiled 13 years ago by one Cardinal Walter Kasper, as a symbol of surely the longest running, nod-and-wink, in-jokes ever played on the faithful in this locale. (please, spare us any painful explanations of how we are actually quite wrong about the steles that are deliberately visible right along Hope Street, for we know enough of the back story of how they came to be, the commission etc., and how the previous Ordinary, Most Rev. Archbishop Patrick Kelly was likely duped – as par and per [but anyway if anyone wants to follow their own lead here's a backgrounder ] – oh and, yes, we also know all about the crozier and Pope Francis etc.; trust us, we weren't born in the early hours of this morning.)
Anyway, we thought it sufficient and necessary to temporarily break our fourth (since 2015) prolonged silence (this time since summer 2018) just to publicise Mr Haynes' Tweet and let it be known that we know and we're still watching. There have been plenty of occasions since 2018 that we could have interrupted our silence. We chose to do so today for a very specific reason which doesn't need to be amplified. We wonder whether Mr Haynes realises just how close he is. More power to his pen.
So, we haven't gone away. Further, we don't intend to remove or amend anything that we have written on this blog (again, we haven't been asked or ordered to).
We may even one day complete our series about His Grace (but there's probably no need to).
We've rather let the unfolding and accumulating evidence of the last five years, almost, just speak for itself.
However, that hasn't been the reason for our ongoing silence. We're just in a very sensitive situation in which the need to maintain a certain ongoing obedience and prudence has been and still is required of us. We don't feel that this silence-breaking post has necessarily contravened that observant policy. It's vague, we know, but essentially it can be summed up as: Trust in God.
So, please, if you're new to these pages, then peruse this blog as much as you wish. Indeed let others know about it. As we said at the start of our postings, though, the Archdiocese of Liverpool is shot-to-pieces and we maintain our belief that it is the biggest seed-bed – certainly in England & Wales, very likely in Europe and quite possibly the world – of the long-game plan, straight from St Gallen, to infiltrate the local Church through the wiles and means of the aberrosexual agenda (the layers of malevolence are just staggering, and we thought we knew a thing or three) simply in order to normalise its routine evil in the everyday parish setting.
We believe that Liverpool was specifically chosen for that purpose a long time ago (there may well have been other strategic "centres" [our term]). It's a form of "entryism", make no mistake (oh and they laugh about that, too; they would).
The reality really is still staring you in the face. It always has been. Whether it was in the form of an invitation to visit this locale extended to the disgraced Cardinal Roger Mahony, or that to Fr Timothy Radcliffe OP who believes that aberrosexual activity is "eucharistic", or that to Massimo Faggioli, or countless other disgraceful occasions that this blog has adverted to – the plainly obvious disobedience has been screaming out for years. It really doesn't require a pipe, and a deer-stalker adorned with a pom-pon to join the dots about the base reason for it all.
Until next time sometime, then.
St Joseph, Patron of the Archdiocese of Liverpool, pray for us.
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P.S. And specifically addressed to those from beyond these parts, but not necessarily shores, who may have passed by this site over the years and who know certain things and may wonder what else we know: yes, we are also aware of the alleged events here circa 1984 (though thankfully within the bounds of Natural Law and indeed legalities; small mercies). We'll offer a partial numerical code as a nod to the wise here: ***42. You've got it, yes? So, you see? Accordingly, if our information is correct, then our advice, offered in charity and prayer, again specifically to those in question, and only those, which we would never have offered or seen the need to if certain developments over the recent past hadn't ominously unfolded, episode by painfully observed episode, to the point where things are now potentially quite precarious if not outright dangerous: do not let potential events escalate and overtake the greater good of the Church. For, be assured, if we know the alleged basics (and we really don't wish to know more) – and we have known of the allegations since 1992 btw – then others are bound to, also. Certainly, some may well have died, but the timeline suggests that many who may (emphasis) possess the same knowledge as us will still be living. Think about the dramatis personae: the phrase "shrinking violet" doesn't exactly spring to mind, does it? And that particular accent does tend to project. It would be utterly stupid to imagine that, if true, the information wouldn't emerge into the public domain. Like night following day, it surely would. As they say in ***42: "Think on." And pray on.
P.P.S. We offer the following links – almost two sides of the same coin – without comment or endorsement, for anyone who wishes to unravel more about Cardinal Kasper (given in logical order): One Two
P.P.P.S. They knew what they were getting:
