Oh, look. The Diocese of Charlotte in the United States of America has a new bishop.

 

Another horrific story of the coverup of satanic ritual and sexual abuse of a woman and covered up by the Church in America. But what of right here in Toronto?

As a result of the lawsuit by a priest against Thomas J. Rosica for an alleged "sexual assault" of asking him to "cuddle" whilst he was wearing boxers and a T-shirt lying on a bed, I decided to write something I have been sitting on for several years. I had had enough of the cover-up and what I know that has failed to ever be addressed or acknowledged. 

A story was told in The Desolate City; a book published in 1986 by Anne Roche Muggeridge of a memorandum issued by the long-ago rector of St. Augustine's Seminary in Toronto. There was no internet, no email to forward news. It was an occurrence buried in the book about a scandal at the seminary which occurred in 1980 or 1981. Further research on my part uncovered an old Globe and Mail article from the later Rector, the "James Martin" of his era (1976) calling for "understanding" of gay priests and seminarians and others referring to the "fems" and the "machos," -- the nicknames of the seminarians at St. Augustine's Seminary at the time. We know what the "fems" were and, are! The big find was the actual memorandum by the Rector. I discovered an old microfiche-type story of it from a long-defunct Toronto "gay" magazine called The Body Politic. I spent much spare time transcribing it and with the continued coverup of the Rosica matters, now public including the alleged spotting going in and coming out of a "gay" bathhouse in Toronto, I had enough and I published it. There has been blowback for the disclosure. I wrote it for a few reasons the primary being the belief that Catholics of the Archdiocese of Toronto had and have a right to know what I know and what coverups have continued to occur here. (By the way, I was told by a priest that you have no right to know what I know.) The second reason was as a service to our new Archbishop, Francis Cardinal Leo. When this saga first started (with an article in the Globe and Mail by a priest who would go on to become Rector and then after being removed by Emmet Cardinal Carter due to the scandal and later returned under Cardinal Ambrozic to serve as Judicial Vicor until his retirement under Thomas Cardinal "No Mass for You" Collins) Francis Cardinal Leo was a boy of six years old in Montreal. That is how long ago this was and many of those involved then are still active. Unless he asked or some chancery minion told him of the sordid perverted "gay" history of the Archdiocese of Toronto, he would know nothing of the history or the details of some of the men still in active ministry or around him in 2024 courting his favour and seeking their influence. That post, which can be read at the link below, caused a quiet outrage. As if it were possible, I have been ostracised even more. Priests, whom I thought were friends, whom I worked with for years, supported and advised -- who ate my food, drank my wine and Oban, and relaxed in the "safe space" of the home of my wife and me, have betrayed me and revealed themselves for the cowards they are. Those whom I considered friends have abandoned me as I recall the Office of Tenebrae--"Omnes amíci mei dereliquérunt me." As a good friend said just a few days ago when I was kvetching about the matter, "David, there is a price to pay for being a whistleblower." 

Those who cover up and those who say that you do not have a right to know not only betray you, they betray Our Lord Jesus Christ because they sit by and allow the corruption to perpetuate to another generation and another and another.  

Vox Cantoris: A look back at The Desolate City of the Archdiocese of Toronto and a lost "Dialogue of Trust"

When I continue to speak and hear the stories of victims right here in Toronto when I see for myself the results of abuse, the health problems--physical,  psychological and even spiritual and the difficulties of PTSD on daily functioning, when I still deal with the anger due to the actions of those Toronto Basilian priests to a 13-year-old boy in 1969; when I read public letters such as this one by Lisa Roers of Elgin Nebraska or the post below by Rachel Maria Mastrogiacomo below this post, I know that my decision was the correct one and that the ostracisation and betrayals against me are a small price to pay for the truth and the ongoing shaming of abuse victims by evil churchmen and their chanceryrats.  

These maggots have no place in the Church. These vile and despicable cretins deserve the Hell to which they are headed. If they repent, I trust the LORD to assign them the lowest rung of purgatory until the Second Coming and then the most distant circle of heaven. But they won't repent, they won't acknowledge what they did and continue to do. The very depths of Hell are where they are headed and what they deserve, whether they believe it exists or not.

(Caution: the letter below contains explicit language as to the abuse)

Clerical corruption abounds

A week ago I watched a series of posts by Joseph Sciambra regarding the mocking of him by just one other Catholic grifter, Matt Fradd. Joseph Sciambra was sexually assaulted by Catholic priests and told as far as being "gay"; "God made you that way." A demonic lie, of course. Fradd took the liberty to mock Sciambra and his suffering. A disgraceful and repugnant action made worse by Fradd's continuing social media commentary.

Rachel Maria Mastrogiacomo is a woman who was raped and assaulted by priests engaging in ritual sexual abuse. 

NEWS – RACHEL MARIA MASTROGIACOMO

Robert McElroy covered up the crimes against Rachel and Francis rewarded him as the new Archbishop of Washington. McCarrick. Wuerl. Gregory. Now McElroy. My sympathies to the actual Catholics of the Archdiocese of Washington that you are subjected to this insanity. You are being ruled by a miscreant who has covered up abuse and violence. You are being mocked by Rome. Wear it with a badge of honour.

To my readers here in Toronto: Do you think for one moment this filth, this demonic action, these lies and cover-ups of the sodomites in the Church here and abuse did not happen? They all covered up and they continue to do it. To those of us who dare to confront it, they sanction, threaten and undertake gossip, calumny, character assassination and threats. They think they have won. They have not. They will not. They have already lost. 

Do you not think that they knew all along about Tom Rosica?

How many others?

Victoria Scholars: The Three Kings, H. Willan

Mendelssohn, There shall a star come out of Jacob

Palestrina "Tribus Miraculis"

Tribus miraculis ornatum diem sanctum colimus: hodie stella magos duxit ad praesepium, hodie vinum ex aqua factum est ad nuptias, hodie in Jordane Christus baptizari voluit ut salvaret nos. Alleluia. 

We honor this holy day, adorned with three miracles: today the star led the Magi to the manger; today water was turned into wine for the wedding; today Christ desired to be baptized in the Jordan that he might save us. Alleluia.

INTROIT Mal. 3:1; 1 Par. 29:12 

Behold, the Lord, the Ruler, is come. He has dominion over all, and in His hand is power and might.Ps. 71:2. O God, with Your judgment endow the king, and with Your justice, the kings son. V. Glory be . . . 

COLLECT

O God, who by the star this day revealed Your only-begotten Son to all nations, grant that we, who know You now by faith, may be brought one day before the vision of Your majesty. Through the same Jesus Christ, our Lord . . . 

LESSON Isa. 60:1-6

Arise, be enlightened, O Jerusalem: for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee. For behold darkness shall cover the earth, and a mist the people: but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee. And the Gentiles shall walk in thy light, and kings in the brightness of thy rising. Lift up thy eyes round about, and see: all these are gathered together, they are come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall rise up at thy side. Then shalt thou see, and abound, and thy heart shall wonder and be enlarged, when the multitude of the sea shall be converted to thee, the strength of the Gentiles shall come to thee. The multitude of camels shall cover thee, the dromedaries of Madian and Epha: all they from Saba shall come, bringing gold and frankincense: and shewing forth praise to the Lord. 

GRADUAL Isa. 60:6, 1

All they from Saba shall come, bringing gold and frankincense, and showing forth praise to the Lord.V. Arise and be enlightened, O Jerusalem, for the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.

Alleluia, alleluia. V. Matt. 2:2

We have seen His star in the East and have come with gifts to worship the Lord. Alleluia. 

GOSPEL Matt. 2:1-12

Now when Jesus therefore was born in Bethlehem of Juda, in the days of King Herod, behold, there came wise men from the East to Jerusalem, saying: "Where is he that is born king of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the East, and are come to adore him." And King Herod hearing this, was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him. And assembling together all the chief priests and the scribes of the people, he inquired of them where Christ should be born. But they said to him: "In Bethlehem of Juda. For so it is written by the prophet: 'And thou Bethlehem the land of Juda art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come forth the captain that shall rule my people Israel.' " Then Herod, privately calling the wise men learned diligently of them the time of the star which appeared to them; And sending them into Bethlehem, said: Go and diligently inquire after the child, and when you have found him, bring me word again, that I also may come and adore him.

Who having heard the king, went their way; and behold the star which they had seen in the East, went before them, until it came and stood over where the child was. And seeing the star they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. And entering into the house, they found the child with Mary his mother, (here, genuflect) and falling down they adored him: and opening their treasures, they offered him gifts; gold, frankincense, and myrrh. And having received an answer in sleep that they should not return to Herod, they went back another way into their country. 

OFFERTORY ANTIPHON Ps. 71:10-11

The kings of Tharsis and the isles shall offer gifts; the kings of Arabia and Saba shall pay Him homage, all nations shall serve Him. 

SECRET

O Lord, look with favour upon the gifts offered by Your Church. It is not gold, frankincense, and myrrh that is offered now, but the King, God and Saviour, who was signified by these gifts, is Himself our Sacrifice and our Food, Jesus Christ Your Son, our Lord; who lives and rules with You . . . 

COMMUNION ANTIPHON Matt. 2:2

We have seen His star in the East and have come with gifts to worship the Lord. 

POSTCOMMUNION

O Almighty God, grant that we may understand with pure minds the revelation of Christ which we here solemnly commemorate. Through Our Lord . . .

Gesu Bambino by Pietro Yon, Duet arrangement by Deux, Vocal Duo!

I wish you all a blessed Christmastide for 2024 and give you this from last year.

I'm very honoured to have Angela Malek as a reader of this blog. Angela is a wonderful singer who recorded a lovely Christmas album with Crystal Jarrell Johnson in 2019. I was to post about it then, but something happened just before Christmas that year—a foul wind from Wuhan. Well, better late than never.

The recording includes some real gems among them, There is No Rose, which my choir will be singing before the Vigil Mass of the Nativity on the Lord, this Sunday, before Mass.

1. There is No Rose of Such Virtu, Trad./ arr. Deux

2. Veni, veni Emmanuel, Trad./ arr. Jerome Malek

3. Maria durch ein Dornwald ging, Trad. Gerald Self, recorder; Alison Fletcher, violin

4. Hodie Christus natus est, SWV 315, Heinrich Schütz

5. Laudamus Te, Gloria, Antonio Vivaldi, Alison Fletcher, violin

6. He Shall Feed His Flock/Come Unto Him, Messiah, G. F. Händel

7. Maria Wiegenlied, Max Reger

8. Ave Maria, Camille Saint-Saëns

9. Il est né le divin enfant, Trad./ arr. Gabriel Fauré/ Deux

10. Quand Dieu naquit a Noël, Trad./ arr. Claude Balbastre/J. Malek

11. Gesù bambino, Pietro Yon

The exquisite rendition of Pietro Yon's Jesu Bambino is below.

More information can be found at:

Deux - Vocal Duo, Music, Classical Musicians (deuxofficialwebsite.com)

And:

(10656) Deux - Classical Vocal Duo - YouTube

Remember, O Thou Man

O Emmanuel

O Emmanuel, our King and Lawgiver,

 the Expected of the Nations and their Saviour,

come to save us, O Lord our God.

O Rex Gentium

O King of the nations, and their desire,

the cornerstone making both one:

Come and save the human race,

which you fashioned from clay.

 

O Oriens

O Dawn of the East, Brightness of the Light Eternal and Sun of Justice,

come and enlighten them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death.

O Clavis

O KEY of David and sceptre of the House of Israel;

you open and no one can shut;

you shut and no one can open:

Come and lead the prisoners from the prison house,

those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death.

"I will place on his shoulder the key of the house of David; he shall open, and no one shall shut; he shall shut, and no one shall open." Isaiah 22:22

"His authority shall grow continually, and there shall be endless peace for the throne of David and his kingdom. He will establish and uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time onwards and for evermore." Isaiah 9:7

 "To open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house." Isaiah 42:7.

O Radix

O ROOT of Jesse, standing as a sign among the peoples;

before you kings will shut their mouths,

to you the nations will make their prayer:

Come and deliver us, and delay no longer.

"On that day the root of Jesse shall stand as a signal to the peoples; the nations shall inquire of him, and his dwelling shall be glorious." Isaiah 11:10 

"A shoot shall come out from the stock of Jesse, and a branch shall grow out of his roots." Isaiah 11:1

O Adonai

O ADONAI, and leader of the House of Israel,

who appeared to Moses in the fire of the burning bush

and gave him the law on Sinai:

Come and redeem us with an outstretched arm.

"But with righteousness he shall judge the poor, and decide with equity for the meek of the earth; he shall strike the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the breath of his lips he shall kill the wicked. Righteousness shall be the belt around his waist, and faithfulness the belt around his loins." Isaiah 11:4-5

"For the Lord is our judge, the Lord is our ruler, the Lord is our king; he will save us." Isaiah 33:22

O Sapientia

O WISDOM, coming forth from the mouth of the Most High,

reaching from one end to the other,

mightily and sweetly ordering all things:

Come and teach us the way of prudence.

"The spirit of the Lord shall rest on him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord. His delight shall be in the fear of the Lord." Isaiah 11:2-3 

"He is wonderful in counsel, and excellent in wisdom." Isaiah 28:29

Toronto readers - A "Catholic" Service of Nine Lessons and Carols!

St. Thomas More Parish of the Canadian Deanery of St. John the Baptist, part of the Ordinariate of the Chair of St. Peter, presents the traditional Service of Nine Lessons and Carols with Benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament this coming Saturday, December 14, at 7:30 p.m. at the Oratory Church of St. Vincent de Paul, 263 Roncesvalles Avenue, Toronto. 

I look forward to seeing some of my readers there to Make Advent Great Again!

"Let nothing trouble you." St. Theresa of Avila

 Keep your peace.

Smart commentary on Russia, Ukraine and the World

This is one of the smarter commentaries on the situation between Russia and Ukraine from any Catholic. It is honest, forthright, and historically accurate. My own view is this: Russia is not my enemy, and the United States, Canada, and the rest of NATO are responsible for this disaster.

Thank God above that Donald J. Trump is on his way.

Russia, Ukraine, and the World – A Sign of Hope

Notre Dame de Paris - a Stunning restoration

 

Archdiocese of Toronto - Mass attendance falling off the cliff!

St. Michael's Cathedral, Toronto

Multiple reports indicate a worsening crisis for the Archdiocese of Toronto. Since 2016, Sunday mass attendance has fallen by over 30% to a typical attendance level of 9%. The decline began in 2016 but fell off the cliff with Thomas Cardinal Collins's "No Mass for You" policies and bedding down with corrupt authoritarian governments in 2020 and 2021. All of this was predicted, and they were warned, and still they did it.

There is no indication that any of the senior priests or episcopal leadership have a plan to reverse the trend. The "new springtime" is a bleak winter, and parish closings will be on the agenda. At the same time, bishops live in new, multi-million dollar real estate rather than rectories. They are not familiar with the smell of the sheep. They all have their own Casa Santas now. At least the real estate value will grow.

Yet, their rage is not at the reality of numbers or for their own failings but directed at those who expose it. The problem in the Catholic Church in Toronto began long ago. They were and are more concerned about the body politic than the Body of Christ. They have turned the Church here into a desolate city. There is no dialogue of trust, notwithstanding all the talk on listening.

They can't handle the truth. 

The truth? You can't handle, the truth!

Sin-odd leadership is laughing at you!

This shows how little they think of you and how much they despise your faith.

We don't need "mascots." Especially named Luce as in Lucifer and carrying a witch's stang and wearing a sodomite pride "rosary."

Hell's gates are opened wide and waiting for them.

THIS is the Latin Mass

It was Martha - the story of a woman who sought the pearl of great price

For several years, I've republished this memorial to my late mother. I've yet to do it since 2017, but I republish it here on the 18th anniversary of her death, October 16, 2024. 

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On October 16, 2006, in her 92^nd year, my mother was called home to the LORD. She was a woman of great faith in God and taught many lessons to all those who came into contact with her. This was especially true in her last few years. She suffered the loss of her first grandson and then her first son from cancer and bore much physical suffering with faith, trust and humility.

According to the calendar for the Traditional Latin Mass, October 16 is the Feast of St. Hedwig, a medieval Polish duchess dying on October 14, 1243. She was also the maternal aunt of St. Elizabeth of Hungary, my mother's mother's name. The Epistle for the day is from the First Letter of Blessed Paul the Apostle to Timothy:

Dearly beloved: Honour widows that are widows indeed. But if any widow have children, or grandchildren, let her learn first to govern her own house, and to make a return of duty to her parents: for this is acceptable before God. But she that is a widow indeed, and desolate, let her trust in God and continue in supplications and prayers night and day. For she that liveth in pleasures is dead while she is living. And this give in charge, that they may be blameless. But if any man have not care of his own, and especially of those of his house, he hath denied the faith and is worse than an infidel. Let a widow be chosen of no less than threescore years of age, who hath been the wife of one husband having testimony for her good works, if she have brought up children, if she have received to harbour, if she have washed the saints' feet, if she have ministered to them that suffer tribulation, if she have diligently followed every good work.

The Gospel was the parable about the "pearl of great price." Martha spent her life auctioning all for that pearl and I believe she found it.

A few days before she died it was my 50th birthday. We sat at the kitchen table eating dinner. She had grown weak and tired and suffered from some mild Alzheimer's. I was feeding her and told her that fifty years earlier we were in the same kitchen and at the same places at the table except she was feeding me and now I was feeding her. During our conversation, she told me that she was ready to go whenever God was to call her. Often we hear or read of those things that are “unexplained” except by coincidence, of course. To those who know and love God, “there are no coincidences.” Not even the fact that the Epistle read that day was one of the two options from the "Common of Holy Women."

That day started like many others. I woke my son for school, I got ready for work, Roxy the dog jumped up on her bed to watch over her, and before dashing out the door and bidding her adieu the home care assistant arrived to help her get ready for the day and stay with her whilst I was at work. 

I had gone to Mass at the Toronto Oratory on my lunch hour and heard those readings referred to above. I had just gotten back to work around 1:00 PM as the second aid arrived for the shift change back at home. Her name was Bridget and as she arrived she went into the family room. My mother had only moments earlier complained to Cora, the morning aid, of difficulty breathing and then closed her eyes. Bridget yelled out her name, “Martha, Martha!” and gently slapped her. She stirred and let out a long breath and said, "I'm not breathing very well," and slipped into unconsciousness. I believe at that moment. my mother Martha, died.

I got the call moments later and on the way home it was clear from speaking to the paramedics that she was gone. She suffered a merciful cardiac arrest, yet because I refused to post a Do Not Resuscitate as experience taught me that would include choking to death, the paramedics were working on her with adrenalin and heart paddles but were not having any success and they would not stop. I spoke to Bridget and told her that a priest from the local parish was on his way (the Sacrament of the Sick, what we used to call Extreme Unction had already been administered by one of her faithful Oratorian Priests a few weeks earlier.) I asked Bridget to go to my mother’s bedroom and retrieve the sick visit Crucifix from the wall above her bed. (This is a Crucifix which slides off and is placed in a stand; on either side are then candle holders and some of the necessary items for the Sacrament).

When I arrived home I found that my mother’s eyes were open and she seemed semi-conscious but staring straight up to the ceiling, she was unresponsive. The priest arrived a few moments later and anointed her. She was transported to “St. Joe’s,” where my father also died, and she did not regain consciousness again. I sat with her and prayed the rosary and sang the Divine Mercy Chaplet to her. After a priest from the Oratory visited and prayed, and then after consulting with him, I instructed the medical staff to remove the respirator and all the intervention they forced upon her in my earlier absence, it was around 5:00 PM. Just after 8:00 I went outside for some air and a few minutes later my sister came to get me that our mother had died. She had just gone out of the room to the nurse's desk to make a phone call. My sister was not out of the room a half-minute and no more than 5 metres away and my mother passed. It was as if she could not let herself go whilst we were with her.

So, what does all of this have to do with coincidences?

The next day I called Bridget and asked her to stay on for a few more days to be at the house to tidy and answer the phone and assist with guests. Bridget was quite upset to be sure. She had been with my mother daily for the last year and often spoke of how well she was always treated and “their little talks.” She came to me with apprehension that she really needed to talk to me about something.

The paramedics, with all of their intervention, “brought her back.” It took 14 minutes from the time they began to get a pulse. I clearly drove fast. What was disturbing Bridget was that there was no reaction to their work; nothing, until my car screeched in the driveway.

“I have a pulse!” exclaimed the paramedic. It was simultaneous with the screeching of my tires, said Bridget. It was as if she knew that I was home.

But there is more. Bridget was shaking and in tears.

“David, I had a dream Sunday night," my mother had died the day after, Monday.

She went on to say that typically, she had forgotten the dream. That was until she went to my mother’s bedroom to get the Crucifix. Upon seeing Jesus on the Cross the dream came back to her for just a moment and then again, it was gone. The house after all was a mass of confusion, police, firefighters, the paramedics, and eventually me, and the priest; Bridget was now a bystander.

After we left for the hospital, Bridget was alone and tidying up and it was what happened then that she was so desperate to tell me.

At that singular moment in time, something happened to Bridget that she will never forget. Nor will I for that matter. After she told me, I asked her to write it down. These are her words.

"I was standing on a street-corner in a small town with other people. We were laughing at this man dressed in a robe and with long-hair. He said his name was Jesus and we were making fun of him. Just then a young beautiful woman stepped off of the curb and started to cross the street; she turned around and looked at us, she had tears in her eyes, tears of overwhelming joy, she was happy, really happy. It was then that Jesus took her hand and walked across the road with her.”

That was Bridget’s dream, but I didn't understand.

She went on to say that when she woke up from it she was aware that she needed to be more like the woman who walked across the street. That she needed to have “more faith in Jesus.”

I told her that it seemed like a pretty plausible conclusion.

“No, wait,” said Bridget, “There is more -- you don't understand."

I waited and listened as she started to cry.

“David, I remembered the dream only for a moment when carrying the Cross and then again when I was tidying up I put the Cross on the end table over there.”

“Yes, it looks nice there” I replied.

“No, David, you don’t understand, the picture, the picture beside the Cross.”

“Yes, Bridget, what is it?”

“That picture of your mother at graduation.” Bridget started to cry.

“It was her; she was the girl in my dream, it was Martha!"

http://voxcantor.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-back-to-blogging-and-funeral.html

Mr. Daniel Horan to leave the OFM and petitions for release from the clerical state

Good riddance.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Always a Franciscan in spirit, but no longer a friar | National Catholic Reporter (ncronline.org)