Let us depart to Portugal! Where is Portugal? Everyone says the western edge of the Iberian peninsula. Here’s what I say. Portugal is where the people speak Portuguese. Today, where would that be? Brazil. But that is only for today. In 1917, Portugal was in Fatima. Named, of course, for the daughter of Mohammed, and his wandering horde, as they overran the Iberian peninsula.
Fatima, said by the Mohammedans to be the holiest woman of all time—except for the Mother of Jesus, the Prophet. Well, they got it half-right. Anyway, this name is not by chance, I contend. The future will reveal its meaning. Perhaps it will be soon. Perhaps.
Back to the story. The story of how Russia and the Empire are connected. Connected through Portugal. And the real story of 1917. The story that will connect the Anglo-American set-up of the sinking of the HMS Lusitania to the Russian Greek Orthodox origins of WWI. The story that will show why both sides in this epic carnage were falsehoods. And how both were opposed to Holy Rome. And this opposition is what guided their every strategic move in the carnage we now know as WWI.
The following is the excerpt of Watt’s book, The Barbarian Bible. In this book, he is talking to his grandson, explaining the meaning of Portugal, and how it relates to our present-day situation of the Empire (USA) and the Empire-in-Waiting (Russia). All references to ‘Weiner-dogs’ refer to Watt’s extremely low opinion of modern-day historians and anthropologists. ‘Operating Systems’ are the set of dogmatic beliefs all must choose. Now, back to the story…
Excerpt of The Barbarian Bible
I know, you think I’m wandering here, don’t you, grandson? After all, I said we were going to Portugal in search of the meaning of Russia, and so far, all I’ve done is talk about Churchill and FDR and some silly ships, right? Fair enough, but I’m warning you now. If you don’t understand the lessons of the venal nature of most Emperors (east or west), then you’ll never understand the true meaning of history. So now, let’s get on to the real meat of the meaning of Portugal, and how it relates to Russia.
As for those ships, just remember this for now—the sinking of the HMS Lusitania (and all her civilian passengers) was designed to allow America to drop her supposed neutrality and join in WWI, on the side of the Anglish bastards, of course. And that move would be to the detriment of Germany, of course, and Austro-Hungary as well. But more importantly, it would work to keep the Russians at bay, because Angland was on the verge of collapse, economically and from a manpower standpoint. If America did not come to the aid of Angland, and if Angland’s financiers (who also financed Germany) hadn’t sent Lenin to Moscow to subvert the Czar, then Russia would have won the Great Game, by default. And that would make it a bad day for the Chosen Ones who make their money by financing perpetual wars amongst the Gentiles. Why? Because they hadn’t loaned any money to the Czar. Which meant that if Russia won, the financiers wouldn’t get to collect on their bets. Get it? All right, now, let’s get back to Portugal, to understand the real import of Russia, and why she is the Great Pretender to Rome.
Let’s first stop in the Portugal of 1908, when her king, Carlos I was assassinated. That’s when the first Socialist revolution of the 20th Century began, not in Russia, but in tiny Portugal. Portugal had been independent of the Spanish kingdom of Leon since 1139 AD, and all of her kings could trace their lineage to her first king, Alfonso Henry. The Portuguese people are Celtic in origin, meaning they are our near cousins, grandson. The name of Portugal means, literally, the Port of Celts. They were (and are) a noble people who have held to their faith for well over a thousand years. They can trace their historical lineage back before Imperial Roman times. Their national hero was Viriathus, who led them against Imperial Rome when Caesar tried to subdue the Iberian peninsula.
These people were known to Imperial Rome as the ‘Lusitani‘, and they were the fiercest opponents Rome had ever encountered. Says who? Well, Strabo, the famous Greek geographer/historian, for one. He was from Pontus (at the east end of the Black Sea) which is to say from the extreme eastern end of the Roman Empire. Yet Strabo wrote knowingly of the Lusitani who were from the farthest westernmost (continental) edge of the Empire. But Strabo was no backwater hick. He had travelled throughout the Empire from east to west and studied under many of the most learned men of his time. And what did Strabo say of the Lusitani? Simply that they were “the greatest of the nations of Iberia, and the one most frequently and longest engaged in war with the Romans.”
And the result of these wars, under the leadership of Viriathus, was not defeat, nor surrender, but rather a peace treaty with Imperial Rome (around 140 BC). This treaty recognized Lusitania as a separate nation, but one in friendship with Rome. And that would have been swell, except the Romans broke the treaty and bribed Viriathus‘ 3 best friends to assassinate him. See the problem with friends, grandson? Try not to have many, as they are pretty expensive to keep. Besides, someone will always pay them more than you can. So, sleep with your Kevlar on, my boy.
And by the way, remember when I mentioned that Odysseus had founded the city of Lisbon, at the westernmost edge of the known world, after returning from Troy? And that his mission, in repayment to the gods, was to evangelize these people to a belief in the Olympian gods? And in the sweetness of ancient irony, Lisbon fell to the city of Rome, which was founded by Aeneas. Sweet! Hah! Too bad it was Imperial Rome. But that’s OK, because these Celts weren’t going to buy either version of the gods. And maybe that’s why Portugal holds a place of honor in the Empyrean Heavens today. But we’ll get to that soon, I promise you. Here, have some more wine. Yes, I know your mother will be here soon, all the more reason to drink now. Don’t worry, I’ll handle her.
Anyway, Lusitania was eventually subdued by treachery, and brought into the Empire. And that would be the end of the story, if it was the end of the story, which it isn’t. Why? Because Lusitania is now the nation we know as Portugal, and this nation holds the key to understanding Russia. How is this so? Well, to begin with, Viriathus‘ favorite tactic was feigned flight, wherein he would entice the enemy (the Roman Legions) to pursue him and his apparently retreating army right into a deadly ambush. He did this time and again, and the Legions never learned. It worked every time. But someone did learn from this, but they all had Russian names. And their titles were always ‘Field Marshall’.
Well, so what, you say? Who cares about this pipsqueak known as Portugal? What does it have to do with the giant known as Russia? Plenty. The Northern Rus’ learned from Viriathus and his bogus ‘retreats’, and applied it in their military operations in the 19th and 20th centuries. The Viking Rus’ counterparts in the Russian Saga, the Southern Russians (the Judeo-Bolshevik Khazars), learned their political lessons from the Portugal of the early 1900’s. And what lessons did the southern Judeo-Khazar-Bolsheviks learn? How to conduct a revolution, of course.
I’ve already told you that Portugal was the scene of the first successful Socialist Revolution in Europe, right? Their revolution in 1910 was the prototype of the Russian (Commie) Revolution of 1917. How so? Well, the first thing you have to do, if you want to do it right, is you have to assassinate the king. Why? Because you have to remove the monarchy and the aristocracy, or else there will always be people who try and restore it. Like the Stuarts of Angland, remember? Anyway, these Portuguese revolutionaries weren’t idiots, although they were Freemasons, so there’s a fine line here that sometimes is hard to discern. These Portuguese socialists had paid very close attention to the Anglish Revolution wherein the rightful king was killed but his surviving relatives made life tough for the revolutionary Tudor clan for many years to come. Yes, the Tudors. The same Welsh traitors that betrayed us, grandson. The Tewders.
And the Roundheads eventually did figure this out, but their answer was to put up a figurehead monarchy that was subservient to the Parliament. What silliness! How can a king be subservient to the people? Here’s a little clue for you stupid Saxe-Gotha’s (aka Windsors); if you have to ask Parliament’s permission, you aren’t really a king! Hah! Anyway, the Anglish commoners were idiots by this time, as they had thrown away everything in search of freedom from taxation, so they bought this line. And look what they got in return—they’ve been ruled by women (or effeminate men) for most of the last two centuries. Long live the Queen. Idiots.
But the Portuguese Socialists weren’t going to make this same ‘constitutional monarchy’ mistake, and they didn’t. So, King Carlos was assassinated. And the Portuguese socialist revolutionaries weren’t going to make the second mistake either. And what would that be? They weren’t going to put up with the notion of a ‘nationalist’ church either, unlike the silly Anglish who still keep their ridiculous Anglican Church myth alive, even unto today. And once again, we have the specter of the Anglish being ruled by women, as the Anglican Church now has women bishops. And wanna-be women (gay) bishops. Next, mark my words, grandson, there will be an animal bishop somewhere in Angland. And that could actually be an improvement. I’m serious. I tell you, there’s nothing sillier than the Anglish!
But these Portuguese Socialists were serious men who knew what they wanted, and it didn’t include the Crown or the Church. They weren’t particularly fond of women and children either. And so, once the king and his heirs were out of the way, they went to war against the Church. The Holy Roman Church, of course. It’s the only Church worth fighting. And this is where things get really interesting, because these tough-guy socialists didn’t count on something. That something, of course, is the one thing that scientific materialists can never anticipate. Why? Because they are incapable of believing that this one simple thing can exist. And what is this one thing that can stop the runaway socialist train from reaching their materialist destination? Something non-material, of course. And what would that be? A miracle, silly boy.
So, we’re back to miracles? Yes, it couldn’t be otherwise, could it? Isn’t it the height of irony that the one thing materialists say can’t exist (God) always derails the revolution? Why? Well, if they cannot believe in it, they cannot prepare against it. And just what was this miracle? It was the Miracle of Fatima. Huh? Yes, the miracle wherein 3 little children completely destroy the hard work of dedicated rationalist revolutionaries who will stop at nothing to achieve their socialist utopia. Incidentally, have you noticed how socialist revolutions (made in the name of ‘the people’) always put their leaders in charge of everything, neatly destroying the concept of social equality? Pretty swell idea, eh Komrade? Stir the people up against Church and Crown and voila, you get to rule without restraint!
Unfortunately for the materialistic revolutionaries, they never figured out that the Crown and Church are simply symbolic representatives. Representatives of a spiritual reality that cannot be defeated simply by denying the existence of what the symbols represents. You may be able, here and now, to deface the symbol, but you can’t destroy the substance it points to simply by your vandalism. Yes, you can spray-paint a wall with graffiti, but the wall is still there. Oh well, idiots never learn, regardless of which organization they lead.
All right, so what was this miracle? After all, we’ve gone over 100 pages or so without any mention of these kinds of miraculous occurrences, right? Aren’t we firmly in the modern age, where these supposedly mythic occurrences don’t matter much, much less occur? Sure, you can believe that if you want. All you have to do is explain how these happenings involving three little children somehow totally derailed the powerful machinery of the socialist totalitarian state. Go ahead, all you Weiner Dogs, explain this for us, please. Take all the time (and chance) you need. Hah!
Alright, so let’s get down to it. What happened in Fatima, Portugal, and what did it mean? What was the result, and how does it affect Russia? OK, let us begin. First of all, let us remember something from the past. Remember Mohammed, the founder of Islam? What was his daughter’s name? Yes, it was Fatima, and that is who the little town of Fatima is named for in Portugal. Remember too that Mohammed’s followers had invaded Europe by crossing the Straits of Gibraltar in 722 AD, and reached as far north as Tours, France, where they were defeated by Charles Martell in 732 AD. This invasion started the longest war in history (the Reconquista), as it took the people of Spain and Portugal 770 years to expel the Moslem invaders, ending in 1492, the year America was discovered. A nice little present for those who kept the faith, eh? And by the way, have you ever read of any Anglican miracles?
And so, when the New World was discovered by an Italian, funded by Spaniards using Portuguese navigational discoveries, it set off the squabbling amongst allies that always accompanies a great victory. In fact, the Reconquista was the greatest of all victories. And the discovery of the New World was seen as a gift from heaven, in return for the defeat of the Moslem invaders in 1492, when Columbus sailed the ocean blue, as we learned in grade school. I know, you never heard of that poem. Oh well, how sad. Anyway, to resolve this intra-Hispanic fight over the spoils of the New World, the Pope drew a line, north to south, pole to pole, and Portugal got everything east of this line, and Spain got the rest. Except those parts called North America, where the French and Anglish ignored the Pope and stole all they could.
Anyway, the Portuguese part is what we now call Brazil, the most populous country in South America (200 million people). Now, let us ask a silly question—-where is Portugal, grandson? Isn’t it where the people speak Portuguese? And don’t the people of Brazil speak Portuguese? And don’t they have the same faith as Portugal? Isn’t Brazil the largest single country professing the Holy Roman Operating System? And didn’t the King of Portugal actually live in Brazil during the 1800’s, as the head of the Empire of Portugal and Brazil (which also included numerous Afrikan and Asian colonies as well)?
Alright, I’ll get on with it, after I have another drink. Here’s one for you, too. There, now we’re ready. Here we go. Portugal is reputed in prophecy to be the one place ‘where The Faith would always persevere‘ according to the one who gave us the greatest miracle of modern times, the Miracle of Fatima. And who made this prophecy and delivered this miracle, known as ‘The Miracle of the Sun‘? Mary, the mother of Jesus. That would make her the Mother of God, in the Holy Roman Operating System. So, just what was this miracle of the sun? And is there a word-play going on here? As in, the miracle of The Son? Quite likely, I’d say. But here’s the story.
It’s the year 1915. Yes, the same year the HMS Lusitania was sunk by the Germans, and WWI was in full swing, devouring all of Europe, but America was not yet (officially) in the war. But that’s what the sinking was all about, right? To bring America into the war on the side of Angland, and against Germany, right? No, the real Anglish target was the final remains of the Holy Roman Empire, known as the Austro-Hungarian Empire, as well as the Czarist Empire of Russia. Anyway, in 1915, everything was in flux, and the outcome of the war was uncertain for everyone, everyone except the Chosen Ones who financed all sides, except Russia. The Chosen Ones were going to win, regardless, as always. Provided that Russia lost, that is.
And in 1915, the only real Socialist government in Europe (or anywhere) was in Portugal. Not Russia, silly boy, they didn’t get theirs until November, 1917, remember? Anyway, the Socialist government of Portugal was still busy in 1915, trying to exterminate the Holy Roman Church from the hearts of the people. Now this was a difficult task, as this demanded that the people abandon nearly 2,000 years of their history. Not an easy task, even for a big government in a little country. But they were busy little beavers, these socialists. They were determined little atheists, but their (non)beliefs would be their undoing.
Now let’s travel to the little hamlet of Fatima, where there lived three little children named Jacinta and Francisco Marto, and their cousin, Lucia dos Santos. Lucia was eight years old, Jacinta was five and Francisco was seven. These three peasant children would take their family’s flock of sheep to the nearby coves (valleys) each day to graze. This made them no different from peasant children around the world for the last few thousand years. And their faith was the same as most peasants in Europe, again for the past few thousand years. They were not extraordinary in any of this. In fact, they were quite ordinary in both their daily lives and their faith. The Holy Roman Operating System.
Now many people have heard of these 3 children, vaguely, and they always associate them with a happening in 1917 (the Miracle of the Sun) as predicted by Mary. But here’s what most people are not aware of; that these 3 children had been visited by an ‘angelic’ vision, several times prior to this, beginning in 1915. And this angel, known variously as The Angel of Portugal or The Angel of Peace, had begun to prepare them for the visions that were yet to come. But that year, 1915, the same year as the sinking of the HMS Lusitania, is way too coincidental for me to believe in coincidence. But that’s just my Barbarian nature, I suppose.
Anyway, let’s fast forward two years, to May of 1917. The war was still on, America was still ‘officially’ neutral, but the reality was that America was giving Angland everything it asked for, except men. But that wasn’t from a lack of effort on Churchill and Roosevelt’s part, and their work would soon come to evil fruition. And in Portugal, the Socialist Revolution was moving ahead at full speed. That meant that the socialist suppression of the Church was almost totally complete. And in Fatima, the children were still tending the flocks of their families, going to the coves each day to pasture their sheep. And then, on May 13th, 1917, as they took their flock to the cove, suddenly, the children saw a shining light above a small tree by an outcropping rock, and a ‘beautiful lady‘ appeared to hover over this small shrub.
The children were of course transfixed by this sight, and this Beautiful Lady. She told them to come and see her each month, on the 13th of each month, for the next five months, and that she would re-appear to them each time.
The beauty of the apparition was enough to captivate the children, who made a pact not to tell anyone about this appearance. At first, they did not know who the lady claimed to be, but she revealed herself over the next few months. She told the children that they needed to offer many prayers and sacrifices for all the sins of the world. The children embraced this message willingly, as it was totally consonant with their Holy Roman faith. The faith of their parents.
But, naturally, one of the children eventually talked, and word spread amongst their neighbors in Fatima that they had seen the Virgin Mary. Soon, the children faced taunts from both friends and family, as these people found it remarkably presumptuous that these children would be given such a signal favor by the Mother of God. How cheeky of them! What chutzpah! How dare they think that they should be favored in such fashion, while the rest of the village was ignored, as if it were populated by heathens! How typical. Relatives are such great friends, eh?
And yet, in spite of this ridicule, the children continued to pasture their flock, and to visit that particular spot (the Cova da Ira) on the 13th of each month. Soon, villagers began to follow them on the 13th of each month, and while the children still saw the vision of the Beautiful Lady each time, no one else did. But the villagers, and the villagers of the nearby towns weren’t the only ones to hear of this report of religious visions. The Provincial head of the Socialist Regime, Artur Santos, also heard of it, and it infuriated him. Why? Because Santos saw it as counter-revolutionary activity. It would surely cause him and his department to be ridiculed amongst their socialist-materialist-atheistic-masonic brethren. And, perhaps, it would stiffen the resolve of the people to resist the regime’s attempts to exterminate the people’s belief in the Holy Roman Operating System. This would bring Artur Santos even further grief amongst his fellow non-believers. And so, what was to be done, as Lenin would say?
Well, the answer was simple. He would kidnap the children, which he did, and then threatened them with various forms of death if they didn’t recant their story. Pretty simple tactic, trying to intimidate illiterate little children, right? So, kiddies, how about a little boiling oil? Maybe a hanging? A firing squad? And to make sure they caved in, Artur actually jailed them, confining them along with the common prisoners. Artur then took each child, one at a time, for a separate interrogation and for individual threats. And each child was told that the other children had already recanted, and that they were the only holdout in this fantasy that they had concocted.
Then a funny thing happened, or didn’t happen, if you look at it another way. That funny thing was this; none of the children would deny their story. Each one said that they would rather die than to lie about ‘the Beautiful Lady‘. Well, what could Artur Santos do? Kill them? No, because by this time, the villagers (who hated the regime even more than they hated the 3 children), having discovered the kidnapping, came to demand the return of the children. Pitchfork time, Komrade. They weren’t in any mood to bargain. So, Santos, looking like the idiot he was, had to let them go.
And yet the villagers, who had previously persecuted the children in their own way, by ridicule, began to see that there was something to this story. They began to see this, even though they couldn’t see this ‘Beautiful Lady‘ who supposedly came to visit the children on the 13th of every month. And by this time, the national press had gotten ahold of the story and was busy ridiculing everything about the situation and the people of Fatima. This caused Artur Santos much socialist-atheistic shame, as it occurred on his watch. Pretty soon, word spread that the ‘Beautiful Lady‘ had promised the children that she would perform a miracle on October 13th of that year in order to prove to everyone that she was real, and that her message was real.
And what was this message that she had imparted to the children? Well, there were three parts to it, but we’ll get to that soon. Let’s get back to the happenings on October 13th, as the entire continent of Europe had heard of this series of supposed apparitions by now. It drew showers of scorn and ridicule from the materialist intellectuals throughout Europe. In fact, these same ‘intellectuals’ and the press corp that served their purposes, were salivating for the arrival of October 13th. In their minds, it would drive the final nail into the ‘superstitious beliefs’ of all these religiously inclined peasants throughout the world. After all, it was now the Modern World, and who believed in God, anyway? Surely this would be the day Artur Santos and the Socialist Party would be vindicated in their belief that religion was nothing but superstition. Soon his torment would be over and the glorious revolution would be seen as victorious!
And so, as October came, people from all parts of Portugal in particular and Europe in general began to gravitate towards Fatima. After all, who could miss this opportunity to laugh someone to scorn, in contrast to their own purely materialistic beliefs? The temptation was overwhelming! And so they came, by the tens of thousands. It was like Woodstock, as they all came to this remote, primitive area. And to make it even better, it had rained non-stop for days, reducing everything to a sea of mud, just like Woodstock. Everyone was there but the Grateful Dead. 70,000 people (although some estimates range up to 100,000) came to laugh and scream, but they only got half of what they bargained for. They did get to scream, but it was in terror.
Why? Because when the children came and knelt before the bush where they saw the ‘Beautiful Lady‘ on the 13th of each month, something happened. Something that everyone saw. First, the rain stopped. Then the clouds parted, and then they disappeared. And the sun began to shine as never before, with a fantastic array of colors. Then the sun began to spin, and then it plunged towards the earth, causing all those people to think that the end of the world was upon them, and they screamed in terror and began to run as the sun appeared to be set to collide with the earth. And then suddenly, the sun stopped, just short of hitting the earth. Then the sun stopped spinning, and then it receded back to its proper position in the sky. And lo and behold, the ground, which a few minutes before had been a complete mud pit, was perfectly dry!
I know, this is too hard to believe. Yet it was reported all throughout Europe in this same fashion, by the same press that came to ridicule these simple children and their faith. And please note the mass of humanity in this photograph taken by one of these same press photographers at the scene (many more photo’s exist, all showing the same sea of humanity). Don’t believe me? Well, let’s look at what an eyewitness had to say.
The Miracle of the Sun: An Eyewitness Account by Dr. José Maria de Almeida Garrett
“It must have been 1:30 p.m when there arose, at the exact spot where the children were, a column of smoke, thin, fine and bluish, which extended up to perhaps two meters above their heads, and evaporated at that height. This phenomenon, perfectly visible to the naked eye, lasted for a few seconds. Not having noted how long it had lasted, I cannot say whether it was more or less than a minute. The smoke dissipated abruptly, and after some time, it came back to occur a second time, then a third time.
“The sky, which had been overcast all day, suddenly cleared; the rain stopped and it looked as if the sun were about to fill with light the countryside that the wintery morning had made so gloomy. I was looking at the spot of the apparitions in a serene, if cold, expectation of something happening and with diminishing curiosity because a long time had passed without anything to excite my attention. The sun, a few moments before, had broken through the thick layer of clouds which hid it and now shone clearly and intensely.
“Suddenly I heard the uproar of thousands of voices, and I saw the whole multitude spread out in that vast space at my feet…turn their backs to that spot where, until then, all their expectations had been focused, and look at the sun on the other side. I turned around, too, toward the point commanding their gaze and I could see the sun, like a very clear disc, with its sharp edge, which gleamed without hurting the sight. It could not be confused with the sun seen through a fog (there was no fog at that moment), for it was neither veiled nor dim. At Fatima, it kept its light and heat, and stood out clearly in the sky, with a sharp edge, like a large gaming table. The most astonishing thing was to be able to stare at the solar disc for a long time, brilliant with light and heat, without hurting the eyes or damaging the retina. [During this time], the sun’s disc did not remain immobile, it had a giddy motion, [but] not like the twinkling of a star in all its brilliance for it spun round upon itself in a mad whirl.
“During the solar phenomenon, which I have just described, there were also changes of color in the atmosphere. Looking at the sun, I noticed that everything was becoming darkened. I looked first at the nearest objects and then extended my glance further afield as far as the horizon. I saw everything had assumed an amethyst color. Objects around me, the sky and the atmosphere, were of the same color. Everything both near and far had changed, taking on the color of old yellow damask. People looked as if they were suffering from jaundice and I recall a sensation of amusement at seeing them look so ugly and unattractive. My own hand was the same color.
“Then, suddenly, one heard a clamor, a cry of anguish breaking from all the people. The sun, whirling wildly, seemed all at once to loosen itself from the firmament and, blood red, advance threateningly upon the earth as if to crush us with its huge and fiery weight. The sensation during those moments was truly terrible.
“All the phenomena which I have described were observed by me in a calm and serene state of mind without any emotional disturbance. It is for others to interpret and explain them. Finally, I must declare that never, before or after October 13 , have I observed similar atmospheric or solar phenomena.”
Professor Almeida Garrett’s full account may be found in Novos Documentos de Fatima (Loyola editions, San Paulo, 1984).
Here’s more, from another anti-Catholic journalist; Columnist Avelino de Almeida of O Século (Portugal’s most influential newspaper, which was pro-government in policy and avowedly anti-clerical), reported the following: “Before the astonished eyes of the crowd, whose aspect was biblical as they stood bare-headed, eagerly searching the sky, the sun trembled, made sudden incredible movements outside all cosmic laws – the sun ‘danced’ according to the typical expression of the people.”
Eye specialist Dr. Domingos Pinto Coelho, writing for the newspaper Ordem reported “The sun, at one moment surrounded with scarlet flame, at another aureoled in yellow and deep purple, seemed to be in an exceeding fast and whirling movement, at times appearing to be loosened from the sky and to be approaching the earth, strongly radiating heat”. The special reporter for the October 17, 1917 edition of the Lisbon daily, O Dia, reported the following, “…the silver sun, enveloped in the same gauzy purple light was seen to whirl and turn in the circle of broken clouds…The light turned a beautiful blue, as if it had come through the stained-glass windows of a cathedral, and spread itself over the people who knelt with outstretched hands…people wept and prayed with uncovered heads, in the presence of a miracle they had awaited. The seconds seemed like hours, so vivid were they.”
Well, I could cite a hundred more sources, but I’ll leave it to you if you’re curious at all, grandson. But this isn’t the main point of the book, or of my real point. The reason I cite this is to show you that miracles still happen. And that the modern press is loath to talk about them, and so this has gone down the modernist memory hole, as George Orwell would say. Yes, it got reported initially, in the shock of the occurrence, as the secular press had to admit something happened. But they can’t explain what it was. But never fear, they will soon produce an explanation, one that always relies on a psychological explanation (which is funny, considering that they are all materialists). And the explanation, pronounced by the Weiner-Dogs on the payroll, is always the same; it was a mass hallucination, of course!
Wait, isn’t that the same explanation they always use when they can’t explain something, like the miracles in the Old Testament? Sure, but why are you surprised- it’s the only explanation they have. Why? Because they are unable to believe in anything that isn’t material in nature (except the mind, which they also can’t explain). Therefore, anything they can’t explain from a physics perspective must naturally have simply been imagined, in exactly the same way, by 70,000+ people. At the same place. At the same time. With no prior collaboration amongst them (as the occurrence was unexpected). Oh, and the best part is, of course, they all imagined this for no particular reason! Sure. Hah! Weiner Dogs.
OK, now let’s suppose I told you that there were 70,000+ people in a stadium, having come to watch the World Cup, and having watched it, they all simultaneously left the stadium saying that the Brazilians had lost to the team from Togo, when in fact Brazil had won by 10 goals. And then I told you that the reason that all of the fans (from both countries) said this was so was because of a mass hallucination. Yes, you would call me an idiot.
Have you ever noticed that the only time this explanation is used is when something of a miraculous nature occurs? Why? Simply because it never happens like I described in the World Cup example I gave above. Why is that? After all, soccer fans are far more emotional than anyone else, including the religiously-inclined, aren’t they? What’s my proof of this assertion? Well, to begin with, more people die in soccer riots than nearly anything else in the modern world. This holds true in Cairo as well as Manchester and Mexico City. Soccer fans are insane and delusional, yet they never fail to perceive the actuality of the game and its outcome. And they are never accused of mass hallucinations. Just mass outrage. So, what’s my point? Simply that the Weiner-Dogs haven’t got a single scientific leg to stand on, so they have to resort to the mumbo-jumbo of psycho-babble in their attempt to divert everyone’s attention from their materialistic fixation. And from what actually happened, which of course, was the occurrence of a miracle.
And let’s look at it another way, when there actually was mass hallucination. Like Woodstock, where by most accounts everybody was hallucinating on something. Yet I have never, in the last 45 years, ever read where anyone thought that Englebert Humperdinck performed there. No one. Nor did anyone think Jimi Hendrix was actually Frank Sinatra, or even Frank Zappa. No one. Yet they were all hallucinating, all 500,000 of them. So, Weiner Dogs, how do we explain this, eh? Idiots.
Anyway, it’s pretty obvious, something happened that day at Fatima, and that 70,000+ people and all the secular papers of Europe all perceived it in pretty much the same way. And that the entire event was totally unexpected by everyone there. And that it was entirely unprecedented. After all, who had ever, in the history of man, ever heard of such a similar event prior to that day? A spinning, wavering, diving sun? Sure. But that’s not my real point (although it is a huge point).
The real point, as it relates to this book (and Russia in particular) is this—there were three prophecies that the ‘Beautiful Lady‘ gave to these three children. And her reality was such that these 3 little children were willing to suffer death rather than to deny her existence. And this ‘Beautiful Lady‘ delivered a physical occurrence so large that we have to put real credence in her power to deliver on her promises. So, let’s see what gave these children such courage in the face of a hostile materialistic government that was willing to at least threaten to kill them (and probably would have, if the villagers hadn’t come to their rescue).
The lady’s first prophecy was that ‘the war would end soon’. And in October of 1917, this didn’t seem possible. But what do you know, the very next month, in November of 1917, American troops entered the war, and the Germans saw the handwriting on the wall and began suing for peace after the first of the year in 1918. Within a year, the war was over, after 5 long years. Not a bad prediction, and certainly not bad considering that in October of 1917 things looked like they could drag on for another five years, what with the gridlock of trench warfare and all. But no, I’m not saying America’s entry was a good thing. It only stopped the war for a while, because it would start again, in only 20 more years.
And that’s exactly what the second prophecy was—that unless mankind stopped offending God, that the war would resume, and that it would be worse than WWI. And to clinch the deal, the ‘Beautiful Lady‘ laid down a marker to judge her prophecy. She said that there would first be a sign, and that the world would be illuminated (at night) by ‘an unknown light’. And sure enough, on January 25th, 1938, the world was lit up by a red sky, around the globe. It was bright enough that the fire departments of France and Angland reportedly went crazy, thinking that there were vast fires everywhere. Can’t believe this? Check out this citation then—but first, let me tell you that my mother (your great grandmother, my boy) still remembers this night (in Chicago) and that nobody could explain it. And so, the ‘experts’ blamed it on a huge occurrence of the aurora borealis, which, by the way, is usually a greenish light.
Here’s what the Wikipedia entry has to say about this event:
In addition to the Miracle of the Sun, the seers at F´tima indicated that the apparition prophesied a great sign in the night sky which would precede a second great war. On January 25, 1938, bright lights, an aurora borealis appeared all over the northern hemisphere, including in places as far south as North Africa, Bermuda and California. It was the widest occurrence of the aurora since 1709 and people in Paris and elsewhere believed a great fire was burning and fire departments were called. Lúcia, the sole surviving seer at the time, indicated that it was the sign foretold and so apprised her superior and the bishop in letters the following day. Just over a month later, Hitler seized Austria and eight months later invaded Czechoslovakia.
(Here’s a shot of the NY Times story) http://www.defendingthebride.com/ss/day/1938T12m.jpg
I know, grandson, everyone says that WWII began on Sept. 1, 1939, in Poland, and that’s quite a while after January 25th, 1938. Of course, nobody in Austria says that, because Hitler took Austria by storm (without firing a shot) on March 12th, 1938. That was only 46 days after the ‘unknown light’ seen throughout the world. And this Anschluss (annexation) marked the beginning of Hitler’s march throughout Europe. The mark of war isn’t gunfire, rather it is the subjugation of another country. And if you can do this without gunfire, so much the better. At least, Sun Tzu says that, in his seminal work, The Art of War. So does Carl Von Clausewitz, the expert on warfare for our age. And that is what is taught in all the War Colleges of the world, believe me. In other words, when Austria fell in one night, the war was on. And the ‘Beautiful Lady‘ was correct in her prophecy that another, far worse war would soon come, and that it would be preceded by an ‘unknown light’. So she’s two for two.
And now we get to the heart of the matter, the third prophecy that irretrievably links Portugal to Russia. You thought I forgot where I was going, didn’t you? Hah! No, grandson, I know exactly where I’m going. So, let’s go! Here’s the rest of the prophecy delivered to Lucia by the Beautiful Lady:
“When you see a night illuminated by an unknown light, know that this is the great sign given you by God that he is about to punish the world for its crimes, by means of war, famine, and persecutions of the Church and of the Holy Father. To prevent this, I shall come to ask for the consecration of Russia to my Immaculate Heart, and the Communion of reparation on the First Saturdays. If my requests are heeded, Russia will be converted, and there will be peace; if not, she will spread her errors throughout the world, causing wars and persecutions of the Church. The good will be martyred; the Holy Father will have much to suffer; various nations will be annihilated. In the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph. The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to me, and she shall be converted, and a period of peace will be granted to the world.”
OK, there you are. We have gone from the prophecy of Calchas, to the prophecy of the Beautiful Lady about the coming storm of Russia. Now let’s see how these two prophecies are totally intertwined and how they will come about. How do we do this? By going back to Russia. To Russia, with love.
END OF EXCERPT FROM THE BARBARIAN BIBLE
All right then, let’s sum this thing up. Starting in 1917, prophecies were made. Results were delivered. Let’s look at them. The Beautiful Lady said WWI would end soon (when to all appearances, it wouldn’t). Check. She said another, greater war (WWII) would come soon. And that it would come in the reign of Pope Pius XI (who wasn’t even elected, let alone self-named at that time). As of March 12, 1938, (the Anschluss), both predictions came true. And further, that this war would commence after a great world-wide ‘night of the unknown light’ occurred. As of January 25th, 1938, this came true. And just to double-down on that date, remember what else happened that night? Yes, The Rakovsky Interrogation, in Moscow. The night the Molotov-Von Ribbentrop Pact was conceived. The baby was delivered on Sept. 1, 1939. In Poland.
So were up to four for four. Not bad, considering that they included a never-before-seen light show, predictions of a future Pope’s name (and tenure). And who could have guessed there could be a war worse than WWI? Yep, pretty good prognostications. But the best is yet to come. Namely, the Miracle of the Sun. Another unimaginable light show. Delivered on a specific date at a specific place, as promised through the mouth of babes. With hostile witnesses galore. Five for five. What are the chances of that, Dr. Briggs?
But wait, there’s one more biggie. And we’re the witnesses this time. Hostile and otherwise. This time the Beautiful Lady said that if the Pope didn’t consecrate Russia to her Immaculate Heart, in union with all the Bishops, then Russia would spread her errors throughout the world. And that all of us, Russia and the West alike, will be scourged deeply. To the point of annihilation for many nations. And unimaginable suffering for the rest.
Well, do I need to say it? Six for six. Russia has spread her errors. Whether you say they are Tsarism or Communism or atheism, they have all been spread. And if you are like me, you believe that these errors (plural) are her belief that she is both Imperial Rome and Holy Rome, in one. But one thing is clear to anyone with half a brain—Russia is on the prowl. And we are they prey. And there is no temporal shepherd in sight.
True, the Beautiful Lady did say that if Russia was consecrated (the way she said to do it), then Russia would be converted and the world would know a time of true peace.
Now you can blather all you want, but the facts are perfectly clear. There has been no peace. And if Russia needs conversion, it has to be from something to something else. Russia was Orthodox then. She is Orthodox now. Why does she need conversion? Because her religious leaders are the Pharisees of today. And they are keeping their people in bondage, just as the Pharisees did at the time of Jesus’ first coming. Did Jesus condemn the people, or the leaders? And what was the way for the Jews at that time to escape the Pharisaical lash? Conversion. To true Judaism. To Christianity. Universal Christianity. Jew and Gentile alike.
That is what the Beautiful Lady is offering Russia. An opportunity to escape her doom. An opportunity to break this thousand-year string of self-inflicted wounds that have kept her from embracing the fullness of the Christian faith. An opportunity to join the rest of mankind in a universal expression of Christian faith. An opportunity to escape her nationalistic isolation that has led her to an imperial dream that can only end in her (and our) destruction.
But there is a problem here, my friend. Russia cannot do this for herself. Why? Because the Communion of Saints must be brought together as one. In both Heaven and Earth. You know, that thing we all say we believe in as we recite The Apostles Creed. That thing we all say, East and West alike. Eastern Orthodox and Western Orthodox alike, along with Holy Rome. Only they don’t believe that this communion can include Holy Rome. Not if it means the rejection of their nationalistic feelings, whether Anglish or German or Russian, wherein we have confused our earthly patriotism with our Heavenly citizenship. And yes, America, the Empire suffers from this affliction as well.
And just as the people in Purgatory (the Church Suffering) cannot pray for themselves, neither can Russia. Why? Because, like all Pharisees, she does not believe she needs them. And so, again, like those still in Purgatory, Russia is wholly dependent upon the kindness of the other two parts of the Church to pay the coin of prayer to release them from the debtor’s prison of her purgatory, here on earth. Her purgatory, where she has lived for a thousand years.
We, the Communion of Saints, comprised of the Church Triumphant (already in Heaven) and the Church Militant (still here, alive, on earth) have this duty of fraternal love. The duty to pray for the Church Suffering, in the Purgatory of Russia. And the Beautiful Lady has told us how to do it. We are to pray for the conversion of Russia. Today would be a good day to start. And when Russia is finally converted (as she will be), maybe we will be next!