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Michael Wilson's avatar

We who lived through the slow motion horror of the negotiations between the SSPX and the Modernists in Rome, remember well how close it all came to being a total and fatal disaster; if it wasn't for the pressure put on Benedict XVI by those around him, he would have accepted the signed surrender/declaration of Msgr. Fellay, and the SSPX would have found itself tied up and neatly re-integrated into the Conciliar Church. As Wellington remarked about Waterloo: " it was a near-run thing".

Sean Johnson's avatar

In addition to what you mention, there was another factor which prevented total disaster: The Resistance. BXVI was watching the division within the SSPX blossom, and wanting to capture the entire SSPX (rather than just one bishop), he rejected Fellay’s declaration, and made an outrageous demand he knew Fellay must reject. Said rejection made Fellay look like he was playing hardball and this temporarily dissipating the outrage of those calling for his resignation, he survived the general chapter a couple months later, as intended by BXVI (thanks to Fr. Pagliarani), unfortunately.

Michael Wilson's avatar

Yes, his re-election was very surprising.

Gladius Veritatis's avatar

Seeking justice from Modernist Rome is the equivalent of seeking justice from the DOJ regarding Epstein, etc. Not. Gonna. Happen. Move on. Don't look back. Relive every single moment, if you're so inclined. However, time is short. Let the dead bury the dead, my friend. Anyone who cannot see that Rome lost the Faith decades ago is willfully blind and no human arguments will suffice. Godspeed.

Sean Johnson's avatar

Julia-

Really appreciate the encouragement. By the way, visited your substack page and noticed you have not written any articles. But I can see just from your couple comments here that you certainly have the talent to communicate well. If you ever get the itch, I think you’d be pretty good at it.

Sean Johnson's avatar

Agreed. I post these for posterity and historical interest so that the fraud is laid bare, to the few who care.

Julia O‘Sullivan's avatar

Your meticulous historical work on these matters is a revelation, a painful clarification and a true service to the True Church and Her Divine Head. No place to run, no place to hide. It is long since time for this meat and not milk. God bless you, and may the few who care multiply like loaves to help feed the hungry.

Sean Johnson's avatar

Thank you for the kind words Julia, and an attempt to be of service to Jesus and His true Church is exactly why I do it.

Unfortunately, Gladius Veritatis is right: Hardly anyone cares. Even this excerpt from the present article describes an appalling apathy in Traddieland (and since we all have to account for our time at the judgment, I just keep plugging away):

“The vast majority of the faithful in our chapels do not form themselves, they do not read. Only from time to time do they concern themselves with the future of their family and of their children. Assistance at Mass (to which they arrive ever later) is for them the maximum they can commit towards their eternal salvation. Some of them add to this the daily recitation of the Rosary, the most fervent among them saying the full fifteen decades. Some free up their consciences by signing a petition or by risking themselves in some protest or another, but that is all. Do not talk to them about any in-depth work or study of Freemasonry, for example, and its role in the current state of a society which is in the process of being de-Christianized, a fact which they deplore! Speak to them about the root causes of the decomposition of the Church which has become Conciliar, or of the crisis which seriously affects Tradition today, and they care not.”

This has largely been my own experience the last 25 years.

Nevertheless, like St. Anthony of Padua, if nobody is interested, I’ll just preach to the fishes.

Julia O‘Sullivan's avatar

Thank you back, Sean. I honed in on exactly the same quote you pull here, with sadness. It is true. The guard goes down once perceived safety is found. There is a complacency in some. In others an exhausted relief at finally finding a port in the storm. In others that sweet innocence which comes with the first flush of encountering (or re-encountering) Tradition. All sparkles and hopes.

All and more are understandable as temporary states. Rather like the Nordic skier who literally collapses immediately and lies there helpless for a while on the finish line in recovery after claiming the Gold. It’s when the relief of having ‘won’ lasts too long and softens instead of sharpens the fight that we slide back into inertia, and worse, tolerate again small losses that we hardly see until they coalesce and once again bite us in our comfy tushes.

Carry on! Don’t give up! It is said that when the student is ready, the teacher appears. There will therefore always be some fish finally ready to hear the truth you lay out. To act on it, to therefore swim against the current and so draw others in their wake. You never know what that ripple effect you set off will bring to pass. May it be a happy tsunami of souls! 🙂 I think you do St. Anthony of Padua proud