KSPX the purpose.

If the highway to hell is wide and short and the path to heaven is somewhere sheltered among the brambles and thorns, few are even traveling slow enough to see it winding upward from the traffic that they are stuck in. Then, how do we even know we have discovered it? Found that path upward?

Our life is full of sin and distraction. The worldliness that inevitably pervades everyday life is soul-crushing and inescapable. Almost all activity and business revolve around the lower faculties and the flesh, leaving no room for interior meditation and thought. Soon, most of the interior castles that dwell within each human body are littered with garbage at the entrance.

So many of our fellow brothers and sisters are on psychotropic medications that the entrances to their interior fortresses are completely blocked. Many aren’t even aware of the interior castle that dwells inside of them, waiting to be discovered and repaired. I often feel like a mute prisoner, watching those who are trapped in this prison of the world with me, as they move from one distraction to the next.

Black mirrors are always in their hands, waiting for the next influence of occult projection to storm the walls of their interior castles, forever keeping them locked out of the peace that they could know. Is this why I wish to go back to the time of the crusaders? So I could try to liberate those who are locked out of their own souls, exorcise the demons from our society, and banish them back to the depths of hell where they belong?

The sad thing is that many of our fellow trads lack the willpower to take the hard path of interior meditation and sacrifice themselves. If they did, our churches would be constantly full of these men praying. FSSP parishes would never be empty for a single second of the day. They would become home bases for launching holy attacks against the world, for spreading the gospel constantly.

Rather, it becomes necessary to choose the world because of the prevalence of usury and overwork. If they are to pay for their families’ lifestyles and keep their wives happy, they must work endlessly at the hands of anonymous corporate overlords. This leaves them no time to transform themselves into the very crusaders the world so desperately needs today.

My quote to my priest who once asked me, “What do you think it will take for Catholics to truly wake up?” was, “Well, their kids will have to start starving to death.”

When will the trad movement abandon corporate American jobs, suburban loan lifestyles, and the self-deprecation of their interior castles that they are greatly neglecting in order to maintain their worldly lifestyles? I am not sure if we will ever raise an army to fight these demons in the world. Perhaps it will take generations of raising Catholic families until we can fill the church again with traditional vocations.

We can never go back to what Christendom once was. Instead, we are entering into a new apostolic age where it will become necessary to throw away the tweed sweaters, put down the Chesterton and pipes, lock away the expensive bourbon in the liquor cabinets, and completely abandon the world that we live in now. To exchange what we are offered for violence against the flesh, for sacrifice and martyrdom. To rediscover old paths to heaven that have long been forgotten.

We are in this new age of martyrdom. Our crucifixion will be at the hands of our own church, but we must fight—we have no choice. I do not know any other way to rediscover these paths.