The Faith

 

Glorificamus,

LSP

Midweek Message - The Trinity

 

This coming Sunday we celebrate the  Feast of the Trinity, glorifying God who has revealed himself as a trinity of persons in unity of substance; an infinitely loving communion into which we ourselves, in Christ and in the power of the Spirit, have been adopted:

THE disciples who were present at the Supper saw and heard Jesus Christ making eucharist to the Father over the bread and the cup.  They were witnesses of the intercourse between the Eternal Son and his Eternal Father.  Mortal ears and eyes at that moment perceived the movement of speech and love which passes in the heart of the Godhead; human minds entered into that converse of the Divine Persons which is the life and happiness of the Blessed Trinity.  Belief in the Trinity is not a distant speculation; the Trinity is that blessed family into which we are adopted.  God has asked us into his house, he has spread his table before us, he has set out bread and wine.  We are made one body with the Son of God, and in him converse with the Eternal Father, through the indwelling of the Holy Ghost. (Austin Farrer)

 

We are made one body with the Son of God, and in him converse with the Eternal Father, through the indwelling of the Holy Ghost. 

Reflect on the glory and power of that,

LSP

Cooking With LSP - Quail Poppers

 

Cooking with LSP? Excuse me? Hold fire, skeptics, this is how it's done. Go out and shoot some quail, then congratulate yourself on a "mixed bag." Put the birds in the freezer. Narnia over, remove the quail, defrost and place side by side on a cutting board with jalapenos.

A remarkable thing, and reverie over, slice the peppers in half, scoop out the seeds without wiping your eyes in an attempt to see better, and fill those empty beasts with cream cheese. 

Next up, cut the meat from the quail breasts, embed avian goodness in the cream cheese filled peppers and wrap those delicious morsels in bacon. Then put 'em in the oven at 400* until they're crisp and ready for action. They should look something like this:

But there's no rule. Fall upon those bad boys when you're ready and eat that scoff.

Yes, like a Warrior,

LSP

Every Gun is a Loaded Gun - Update

 

By now all the world knows that UK celebrity BLM blacktivist Sasha Johnson was shot in the head at a party in South London. Here in the Compound's busy newsroom we speculated that the shooting was a negligent discharge, someone goofing around with a "shootah." But no, it was a gang hit gone a little sideways. Our man in London reports:

Four black guys wearing all black went to the house party in Peckham looking for her boyfriend. There was a confrontation in the garden. She got between them and her boyfriend and went full Greta coz she's a gobby ****. Relied on being the BLM pinup girl but they weren't impressed. Opened fire at the boyfriend and she took a round in the face, reportedly in the eye. The gun then jammed and they fled. Everyone is pissing themselves laughing, cops are milking it.

 

Several things come to mind. In a country which bans guns only criminals have them, catastrophically for Sasha. And again, every gun is a loaded gun even if it's rubbish and jams after one round. Sasha, and everyone else, should remember this. We can also add that it's a bad idea to mix guns, drugs and booze because someone's liable to get shot, like Sasha. 

But more importantly, if people like BLM Sasha really cared about black lives, why don't they do something to help black communities by working to stop black on black violence? 

Serious question, and it's tempting to say it's far easier, more exciting and considerably more lucrative to set yourself up as a corporate sponsored 21st century revolutionary than to actually do anything to lift up the poor and oppressed.

That in mind, do you think the Met will work overtime to bring unfortunate Sasha's shooter to justice, or will they bend the knee and walk away. I'd wager the latter. 

#2A,

LSP 

Touch Of Grey

 

What awesomeness. Carry on,

LSP

Every Gun is a Loaded Gun

 

After celebrating the great Feast of Pentecost on Sunday it seemed right to go fishing on Monday. That was the plan and let me tell you, I was looking forward to it. But no, our Old Enemy the Weather attacked and skywater poured down from heaven as thunder rolled across the firmament like the guns of Vimy Ridge. (What? Ed.)

Seriously, it got stormy so fishing was off and looking out on the flooded vista of this rural Texan farming community from the safety of the porch was on. "Will this war ever end?" I asked myself over a steaming Yeti 20 oz tumbler of coffee, and just then a local magnate rolled up to the front of the Compound in his rig.

We visited for a while and discussed the chicanery of our times. "How many of our beloved leaders, Mr. M, do you think are involved in ritual occult satanism? I say this as a religious professional." He paused and fixed me with a clear hunter's eye, "I'd reckon more than we might like to know." I agreed, "I'm not a gambling man but if I was I lay odds on."

The upshot of it all was this: The psychosociopaths in control of the West hate the Church and want to stamp it out and secondly, he'd send his crew to clean up the church grounds as soon as the climate changed. What a good result, and he's been an ally over the years, not least in terms of range access.

In other news, it seems the UK's famous BLM celebrity blacktivist, Sasha, got herself shot in the head in South London the other day. Which is weird, because guns aren't allowed in England. My take? Oxford educated Sasha decided to hang out with the real deal, and one of the gangstas bizarrely forgot trigger/muzzle discipline. Oops.

Remember, gentlemen and women, every gun is a loaded gun.

#2A,

LSP

Pentecost

It's the Feast of Pentecost, when we celebrate the descent of the dove upon the disciples. A descent filled with unstoppable power, as a mighty wind, and unquenchable fire. Here's Austin Farrer:

PENTECOST is not the feast of the Holy Ghost, it is the feast of his descent upon us.  The Son of God came down and was made man in the womb of Mary.  The Holy Ghost came down and was made human in the souls of Christians.  When Jesus was ripe for birth, he left Mary's womb, to grow up and be himself.  He outgrew first her womb and then her lap, first her protection, last her person and her mind.  But as the Holy Ghost grows in us, it is not he but we who grow.  He does not grow up and leave us behind, we grow up into him.  He becomes the spring and substance of our mind and heart.  He is the never failing fountain of which Jesus spoke to the Samaritaness.  We break up the stony rubbish of our life again and again, to find and release the well of living water.

 

 I can't add to that, you'll be glad to note. God bless you all,

LSP

You'll Lose Your Soul

 

Well said, Mr. Lee, and we have to ask, how many of our incredibly rich, transnational elite, rainbow rulers are ritual occultists? Good question, and note this, punters.

The demon, Baphomet, is trans. And you'll remember Christ exorcising the demoniac, "What is your name? 'Legion, for we are many.'" Now, ask yourself why a person would choose to refer to themselves in the plural, as "they." Here's smash hit super star Demi Lovato:

"I want to take this moment to share something very personal with you," Lovato, 28, began a minute-and-a-half-long video posted Wednesday. "The past year and a half, I've been doing some healing and self-reflective work. And through this work, I've had this revelation that I identify as nonbinary. With that said, I'll officially be changing my pronouns to they/them." 

Well it's all a larf until you wake up in a Wicker Man and it's on fire.

Tight Lines,

LSP

Sic Transit Gloria Marinae

 

After a hearty late breakfast of Texas toast, eggs over easy, hash browns and sausage, it seemed right to scout out the waters of the Brazos and Lake Whitney. The water was up, no doubt about it, but no one was catching, so I drove over to Uncle Gus' Marina Abramovic.

Desolate

The marina went bankrupt last month, apparently no amount of spirit cooking could save it, so I was curious, what would I find and could you still fish there? 

No, you can't fish there because the docks and their cleaning station, a favorite place to fish, were closed off and the place stood desolate and abandoned. Who knows, perhaps it'll be turned into a migrant holding center or a lakeside reeducation camp for people insane enough to distrust our beloved rulers.

Shut Down

Then again, it might become a marina again, and a holiday spot for people fleeing the DFW metrosprawl in search of Striper and lakeish fun. Who knows, maybe one of our oligarch overlords will buy the COVID ravaged resort for pennies on the dollar and open it up.

Art Philosophy

Maybe so. In the meanwhile, I'm waiting for the water to settle, the climate to change and the fish to bite. 

Cheers,

LSP

I Saw The Queen Today

 

I'd no sooner recovered from the complexity of the power of words, than I strolled over to the Pick 'n Steal for a hot cup of coffee, and there she was. Queen Elizabeth the Second, right there in the car park of 1st Baptist. Like, what?!? But yes, there she was. Let's zoom in to prove it.

As a loyal son of the crown and Space Monarchist, the whole encounter brought luster to the day. Behold, Emp. Ind. (we still have that? Ed.), Fid. Def. giving a royal wave to her loyal Texans. Great result, and imagine its alternative, the face of creepy Joe or cackling Harris leering at you from behind tinted windows.

But seriously, is there a better head of state, even as figurehead? What comes next is another matter entirely.

Regnat,

LSP

The Power of Words

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Do you remember the old days, the days when we used to look at Russia with a kind of scornful wonder and say "they don't have freedom of religion, speech or press!" My, how that worm's turned here in America; post thoughtcrime on Facebook and get fired from your job, to say nothing of anything else. Still, words and the ideas behind them have creative power, whether for good or ill. Here's Dorothy Sayers:

This is the Power of the Word, and it is dangerous.  Every word—even every idle word—will be accounted for at the day of judgment, because the word itself has power to bring to judgment.  It is of the nature of the word to reveal itself and to incarnate itself—to assume material form.  Its judgment is therefore an intellectual, but also a material judgment.  The habit, very prevalent to-day, of dismissing words as “just words” takes no account of their power.  But once the Idea has entered into other minds, it will tend to reincarnate itself there with ever-increasing Energy and ever-increasing Power.  It may for some time only incarnate itself in more words, more books, more speeches; but the day comes when it incarnates itself in actions, and this is its day of judgment.  At the time when these words are being written, we are witnessing a fearful judgment of blood, (WWII) resulting from the incarnation in deeds of an Idea to which, when it was content with a verbal revelation, we paid singularly little heed.  

Which Ideas are (morally) Good and which are anti-Good it is not the purpose of this book to discuss; what is now abundantly manifest is the Power.  Any Idea whose Energy manifests itself in a Pentecost of Power is good from its own point of view.  It shows itself to be a true act of creation, although, if it is an evil Idea, it will create to a large extent by active negation—that is to say, by destruction.  The fact, however, that “all activity is of God” means that no creative Idea can be wholly destructive: some creation will be produced together with the destruction; and it is the work of the creative mind to see that the destruction is redeemed by its creative elements.

 

It is the work of the creative mind to see that the destruction is redeemed by its creative elements. 

Sayers, to my mind, wrote with remarkable and perhaps mystical depth and insight. You may disagree, and I'd defend your right to do so with all the guns and swords I tragically lost in last year's catastrophic boating accident. Regardless, let's rise to the challenge, and see that the destruction of the present time's redeemed.

I'd say it's badly needed. Open forum and here endeth the Lesson.

Your Friend,

LSP

Woodstock

 

Yes, this one's for LL, who is not a hippy, and here it is. We are stardust.

Your Pal,

LSP