Of Teachers and Thieves
Only lately did I read an ingenious story of a teacher who prevented disclosure of a thief’s identity in class which made him an idol of the thief who decide also to become a teacher because of the great example given. The perpetrator stole the watch of a classmate and sagaciously the teacher decided that since the theft was made inside the classroom then the problem had to be resolved within. The students were made to form a circle with their eyes closed and were all frisked and there, the watch was recovered with as one knowing who the thief was.
Sescentas gratias, Petrus Romanus!
A million thanks, Petrus Romanus, now you have effectively started the sinking of the galleon of tradition, the survivors scamper away on boats or anything that could float them.
Petrus Romanus
The prophecies of St. Malachi, an archbishop from Ireland, were expressed in a very unconventional manner. It consisted of graphic representations of the coats of arms or banners of popes since the time of Pope Celestine II (circa 1124) and phrases which describe their pontifical reigns. It stated further that after the pope at that time, Celestine II, there will only be 112 popes after which a major change not favorable for the church will ensue.
AI: Artificial Intelligence or Actor Inferni?
The fast growth and adoption of artificial intelligence (AI) has revolutionized many facets of our lives. Without a doubt, AI has improved our lives in more ways than we can possibly conceive, from simple things like autocorrect in smartphone messaging to highly advanced self-driving cars. However, the downside of these technologies render us stupid by potentially making our lives “smart.” They encourage us to become increasingly dependent on computers, which teaches us to be lazy. The realm we live in is powered by machines that make our lives easier and comfortable, as a result, humans are enslaved by material things that he himself created.
Counter Terrorism with the Holy Communion of Saints
You are a combatant for the Church Militant and you don’t know your unit commanders? You might as well be one of those unrecognized militia outfits who only know Jesus Christ as their Commander-in-Chief, and yet chances are, He does not even know them as His men.
Your Life, Not Yours
There is an adage worth delivering and it goes something like this: If one lives a life in consideration with what others think, then his life is not his
The Feel Good Counseling
For more than a decade now, I have come to a disturbing realization. The guidance program of many schools, even of some institutions of higher learning have grown inutile providing only lip services to their supposed clienteles and are only counting the number of people who have felt good or better after being served.
The Dark Night of the Soul
Before any onset of rebellious thought could manifest itself dangerously using the angst and pathos of the “dark night of the soul” I am writing this essay to debunk such a lingering stance, not that the existence of such phenomenon is denied but rather that its cumbersome presence should be shortened for all those who are children of Hope.
Exemplar
Vatican II, the pastoral synod which tried to please the world so that more will enter the church and had been very keen on pleasing the Protestants who didn’t relish in what they label as Mariolatry; which for us was simple love and devotion to Mary, Mother of Christ. Therefore, the patronizing cardinals allowed all talks on the Virgin Mary as being Mediatrix and Co-Mediatrix had been duly shelved and assigned oblivion. All that the faithful cardinals could muster was that Truth that She is the Ultimate Exemplar. Thus, the six Protestant advisers assigned to influence the Council felt triumphant for the recognition due to the Mother of the Church Herself was mitigated if not mutilated.
Entrenched
The trench is deep and wide
Be hard for the enemy to penetrate,
Would be hard to see where we hide,
And where our ammo concentrate.
Entrenched, enjoy the furlough of war,
Engage only when they come
Meanwhile, there’s no flesh to scar
Just the hours and days to overcome
And will they come? Let Field Marshall
Bring his best troops instead;
Let them be heroes, who indeed shall
Win this war for us or forestall but dead
But we’re entrenched with security;
Let’s keep the day and sleep the night
If they overrun, ket;s run to safety
Instead of dying, keep flight
Or hold white flag to surrender
For it’s the fault of trenches
That we know this war is over
Too much in mind and heart is enough stress!
– Karam M. Zingh
In Trance
While the Advocate has His holy outpouring
Spiritu Mundi itself had its own inception
In trance, possessed modern man perchance progressing
Boasting, lusting, seducing; in deep deception
He hooks modern man in the alchemy of drugs
And preys on him through cosmetology, changing
The face of crime, sanitizing the mummy rugs
Introducing fallen stars, for worshipping,
Body is bound and soul is made captive, and so
His dream-like trance’s in multiverse rising,
With the tips of his fingers, like God, he would know
Everything and woe, he will join the uprising
Entranced he’ll dream a life but – forever?
Virtual reality bites, the fire dousing never.
– Daniel Santos
In Transit
Novos Ordo, the transition had been made the means
In which manner, the world now, in newest way spins
Everything, each being, must be given the chance and means
To deceitfully proceed with lies, errors and sins
Let all the innocent suffer, teach them false freedom
So that they can reverse, their true existence
And by their ‘own’ godless, programmed choice falsely become
An alchemic essence; substance of false existence
Make him feel good and cosmetize whatever’s evil
If he’s a boy, make him a girl; whatever he likes
Shepherd him into this transit, as if it’s his will
Subvert everything that is true; unleash! Leak the dikes
Finally the Alta Vendita is bought wholesale
Let the horns grow longer then, the scourge of the tail
– Daniel Santos