Cinderella Story

I fumble in the dark of early morning for the Apostolate of Holy Motherhood book on my nightstand. My 5-month-old is restless and I am terrified to wake up my 2-year-old. It is not 6am yet. I walk into the kitchen area to make coffee and realize I pulled out the Book of Enoch, not the Apostolate. I go back to get the other book, annoyed.

Later that day I am listening to Candace Owens’ podcast, making my afternoon/evening coffee for reinforcement, and lo and behold, she mentions the Book of Enoch. How uncanny. She speaks of the grave of Nimrod being found in Iraq and the Satanist elite seeking to gather the Nephilim DNA inside of Nimrod. I had just been speaking to James of the very similar plot of CS Lewis’s That Hideous Strength and how I believed that book was prophetic.

It also brings to my mind the Storyteller series that my children have been watching while they have been down with the flu. There is one particularly gruesome story where the evil witch queen steals 3 of the babies of the good princess. The witch had already turned her brothers into ravens and the raven tend to the lost children till the mother finds them again… just like the ravens fed the prophet in the wilderness.

This came to my mind as I was listening to the online noise about the Epstein files, how he bred children, keeping the babies undocumented, and selling them to be used in their horrific Satanist rituals. I remember pulling out the Apostolate of Holy Motherhood in tandem with the Book of Enoch and am struck by Mary’s pleas to pray for the mitigation of the suffering of innocent children. She sees all of this. No wonder when I saw her she wept as to break her heart.

I remember too, GK Chesterton’s point in the Ethics of Elfland: that fairy tales are important because the good and evil of fairy tales are real and the world is truly metaphysical (one other stone in the avalanche of my conversion). I was fascinated as a teenager when I read the Bible through, 20 chapters a day for 2 months, and realized so many of the archetypes in fairy tales came from the Bible. Gandalf… Moses and his staff. Ogres that eat children… Nephilim. Super heroes… mighty men of David. Witch queens… Jezebel. Virtuous virgin princesses… Mother Mary. Savior princes… Jesus. The rule of the one condition, which once disobeyed can never be mended… garden of Eden.

And so much of what we would call magic: mandrakes that give fertility, necromancy in calling Saul back from the dead, the dead bones coming back to life for Elijah, Balaam’s talking donkey, Elijah being whisked away on a chariot of fire. All the bad Israel kings who sacrificed to demons and let the Israelites mix with the pagans, who practiced witchcraft and child sacrifice… is still going on today. They never stopped. It is the synagogue of Satan spoken of in Revelations.

Then this morning I felt like the Office of Readings had something for me so I pulled it up, and lo and behold, it was the passage in 2 Thessalonians speaking of the Rebel, the Lost One, coming back to rule and thus ushering in the end times. Nimrod? Nephilim? Demons in the form of aliens? Super humans as Elon Musk and Joe Rogan propagate?

Then later today, listening to Tucker Carlson interview The Why guy on the ancient wonders of the world and the gigantic evidence out there that the most ancient times had way more communion with the supernatural, with superhuman technology than we do. And the governments hide and obscure and try unsuccessfully to explain away. Why? Because they want the secret of the Garden, to eat of the Tree of Life and be as Gods, while the rest of us stay as slaves in true Plato style. So they tell us that we are apes because they would make us into animals. They feed and foment opposition and confusion amongst us.

“It is he that sitteth upon the globe of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as locusts: he that stretcheth out the heavens as nothing, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in.

He that bringeth the searchers of secrets to nothing, that hath made the judges of the earth as vanity.” -from Isaiah 40

I fish the bones out of our canned salmon as I ponder these things. I remember how this morning, too, I saw a video of a father in Gaza using a sieve to fish his wife and children’s bones out of the rubble. He held up a shoulder piece and spoke that this was his newborn baby girl that his wife had carried for nine months. Every mother knows what that means. No one that is not a mother knows. How beautiful when a husband recognizes. How horrible that this man is suffering the loss of his family and having to go through this gruesome process in order to give them burial. Let us hope in the infinite mercy of God that he has rescued them eternally.

I played piano at a funeral mass today. Funerals are sad, both because they remind me of the funerals I have yet to attend, but also because of the lack of faith in the children and grandchildren of the deceased. I stood during the Eucharistic liturgy offering up all these things in my heart, offering my Communion in reparation for all these heinous sins against the Sacred Heart of Jesus, asking God to deliver us, and I heard Jesus whisper, “Be more holy.” For though darkness seems powerful, if we could see in the spiritual realms we would see how the light is stronger. We are the church militant and our hidden prayers, sufferings, joys, and works are infinitely meaningful to the battle when offered to Jesus.

As we ended the mass, my friend who cantored for the funeral turns to me and talks of how the last song “On Eagles Wings” that cites Isaiah 40 makes her get emotional because it reminds her of Isaiah 60-61 where he speaks of God crowning us with a diadem instead of ashes. How this reminds her of the movie Everafter, Cinderella’s story. Instead of ashes we shall have a crown. I was amazed at how pertinent this was to my thoughts of the last couple days. Deep into the night I meditate on these passages in Isaiah. What great hope!

No matter the horror of this life, the death and pain, on the other side of the blink of an eye is perfect bliss in His Presence. We shall go from ashes to glory.