Choose Christ
The act of freely choosing Christ makes you impervious to the attacks of the enemy.
Tradition is the act of living in accordance with the faith of our forefathers which means rejecting the sin of modernism. It has nothing to do with becoming a Luddite, or of renouncing the inventions of our time. I wrote more about what it means to be a traditional Catholic in this piece.
That being said, it is always a good idea to be prudent and to exercise restraint in embracing whatever wondrous marvels the world throws at us. Everything is tainted with the venom of lies. Our Church is tainted, our hospitals, our governments, our schools and universities, our food, our history, our societies, our media and entertainment, and our communities. All of it has been twisted and deformed, and those who protest are labelled mad and enemies of the state.
Such as it has always been. The world has always hated Christ and His followers. So it is enough to choose Him and to never renounce Him no matter how the world persecutes you for your disloyalty to the earthly powers. Our choice is not America or Iran, it is Christ. Our choice is not voting for the left or the right, it is Christ. My stance on the fake Covid vaccines was primarily influenced by Christ. The idea that I would seek to benefit from the murder of aborted babies merely to ward off some supposed physical danger is and was anathema to me.
They use the terror of death against us. We are bombarded by materialism while they exhort us to cast away God and to reject the idea of a spiritual life. Then when we submit to materialism the only thing that we possess is this world, and so we cling to it with a maniacal intensity. With such a submission we become powerless to their threats. We become their pawns and playthings, and they amuse themselves at our expense.
Covid worked because most people in the world are slaves to materialism. They are petrified of death and real sacrifice is unknown to them. Christ freed us from death. If you have done your best to live in a state of grace, to repent of your sins and to use your remaining time wisely then death is the beginning. It is the moment when we are reunited with God. You need to be ready to die today. Not tomorrow, or in twenty or thirty years time, but today. You need to have your house in order today. You need to be in a state of grace, to be confessed, to be working every day to bring yourself closer to God and to be worthy of Him. Not at the moment when your airplane begins to fall out of the sky.
Tradition then does not mean withdrawing from the world. It doesn’t mean living on a homestead and growing your own food. It’s fine to do that, I have no issue with it, I do it myself, grow food that is. But that is not what tradition is. In my opinion there are too many trads seeking to withdraw from the world and not enough doing their bit to influence their communities.
I am reading a book called Tobacco Culture which examines the great tobacco planters of Virginia in the years leading up to the American revolution. Those men wielded great influence and were able to directly influence the course of major events, for better or for worse. The battles which we fight today are the same as those fought in the past by our ancestors, the only difference is the technology available; the enemies are the same as are the majority of the strategies that they employ.
I think that it behoves us as men of Christ to use every means at our disposal to fight the enemy and rally men to our side, regardless of the personal cost. Christ Himself never promised us anything different so we might as well willingly shoulder our cross with joy and affection. Perhaps you have it within you to become a great planter of our age, and to directly affect the course of events that swirl around us. Do it freely, but do it only with Christ. Remember that when there is a choice, there is no choice, because He is our choice.
With such an attitude the events of the world become easy to navigate as our path is always clear. Pray daily that God gives you strength and the peace of mind to resist the enemy so he is not able to cloud your judgement, to confuse you with false thoughts, or to tempt you into sin. The time of tradition is now.
‘‘Tradition then does not mean withdrawing from the world. It doesn’t mean living on a homestead and growing your own food. It’s fine to do that, I have no issue with it, I do it myself, grow food that is. But that is not what tradition is. In my opinion there are too many trads seeking to withdraw from the world and not enough doing their bit to influence their communities.’’
This is so true!
Unfortunately, this also applies to the ‘Dissident Right’, who prefer to complain incessantly on X/Twitter, but are often isolated from their local community, preferring to globally converse with anonymous accounts online, instead of trying to find likeminded people in their neighbourhood who share their views or have a chance to be converted.
This reliance on the internet is why the ‘Dissident Right’ often view society wrongly, believing inaccurate statements like Rupert Lowe’s Restore Britain party is popular amongst the masses; Zoomers are more right-wing on average, compared to Baby Boomers; and '‘Wokeness is dead’.
Mr. Piggott,
I was raised as an RC, and attended schools grammar (1-8), and HS (9-12th) the last one - Jesuits! Society of Jesus! Let me tell you something, they were corrupt to the “core”. I do not wish to dishonor them for any publicity, or disrespect Jesus. Even the grammar school where I was taught basics of my religion was corrupted by bad nuns. (One of them saved me from hell, a dear Sister Noreen, 250 pounds of LOVE! She’s my hero! She turned a blind eye and sometimes laughed at my dark humor! I’m not a bad guy. I defended the weakest boys in my class, when bullies met with the weak guys.
I was not in any “popular group”, just a tough kid from the sticks. (I was a rural unpopular kid, but since my dad required me to work physically, on the weekends, I developed muscles, and speed with same. I’ll always bet with “the underdog”. I like the odds when I’m on that team!
Regarding all this “scripture” stuff? I’ve heard it all! You know what stuck with me all those years of “brainwashing”? The story of the Good Samaratin. Read it sometime. I’ll tell you something important my internet friend. “I’ll take ACTION over PRAYER ANY DAY! You pray all you want, “I’m the guy asking the old lady struggling with carrying the bag of groceries.” “I’m the guy giving anybody a “little help”.” Prayer is what I do, when I fucked up, and accidentally pissed someone off. I always apologize. I request grace and forgiveness for mishandling someone, or something. I think this church thing is a “scape goat” for most of the attendees, not all, but most. I walk between two religions, my wife is a Buddhist. I don’t try to “convert”, I am the living example of what would Jesus do! I have my wife and one sister “mirroring me”. I ask them, as Buddhists, “Did Buddha ever have followers murdered for following his teachings?, 11 did for Jesus? These were common men, nothing beyond ordinary men.” I then say “Do you think these ordinary guys knew something?” My MD sister has been asking me questions about this, and my faith. In every province that we visit, if there is a church, I spend an hour there, “my time’. Can’t talk about it.
Mr. Piggott, I don’t attend mass unless it’s a funeral, wedding, or baptism.
If you ever want to attend something “transformational”, attend a Buddhist Songkram Festival. I just did. Tamboon by my lovely Nong (baby sister). I’m still a devote follower of Jesus but attempt in my own way to “exemplify” good deeds. Be a leader, not a “follower”. When I arrive at the Pearly Gates, “I’m the guy who didn’t attend church, but took your words into things I could do, to help out where I could”! The more selfless acts of kindness, sometimes “charity”, “I dig that!” That’s my Jesus. No proclamations. When someone asks “What’s your faith?” “Why do you do this or that?” They’re already hooked! My internet friend.
Simple actionable state of being. Simple, but profound.
“Act as though you were God in that moment!” “Be Jesus!” You will NEVER BE WRONG! Church (is in my mind), it’s a place I visit to express the most gratitude I possibly can, express need for wisdom and assistance in matters of importance (guidance, consol, path forward, sometimes “tools”). My training is as an empath (not the ordinary kind, but the one forged in iron from Catholic schools and the deranged nuns and priests who were my prison guards, and wardens).
Mr. Piggot, I mean you no disrespect. I can only speak from my honest truth. If you can respect that, then I am pleased. I hope did not offend you, (I’m an Asperger’s, among many unique challenged folks who have no friends). I don’t have a “social filter”, it’s absent in my intellect. I can’t even fake it, because I don’t know how. I hope this message doesn’t upset you, not my intent. Just to awaken you to the possibility, that Jesus wants you to interact with his children, and pull them out of “shit” when you can! When they decide your a person they wish to mirror, then you say “Jesus”. Then you have performed something good. You mirrored Jesus. Capishe? Comprende?
What your being sedated by, you can “read on your own”. “God made everyone of us, even the assholes!” He has a sense of humor! “You have his spark inside you!” “Just awaken that “spark”. Feed it, it will feed you! Promise. The most powerful force in the universe, it’s “love”. The “love” I speak is not lust or “longing for another”, it’s the same love that appears when you kiss your mother, father, relative, or child your fond of. It’s the “parental version” of love, or the love you have for a close friend, while you are attending their funeral. That’s the stuff I’m describing! Just an old guy musing over lost friends and family.
Mr. Piggott, you’re a good guy. I know that! Thank you for penning your article. It took work. You hit the soccer ball towards the goal. It was still going to be a goal, but it bounced off my foot, and it’s still a goal! Amen to you man! It was your kinetic energy that hit the ball. I touched it in a teensy beensy way.