Thursday 29 September 2016

THE SEMINARY - WHERE IT ALL STARTS

THE SEMINARY - WHERE IT ALL STARTS!

R. Sipe

"Problems with seminarians are not new. Time magazine carried a story in 1965 about a research project about priests conducted by Dr. Robert J. McAllister, a consultant to Catholic University. “Reporting on 100 hospitalized Catholic priests at the Seton Institute, (he) pointed out that 77 had serious emotional problems as seminarians; 32 ultimately became alcoholics.” McAllister added that a conflict between their desire for perfection and their basic needs and desires can drive men to leave the priesthood entirely: "Suddenly their own humanity breaks through and they are gone".

This is also related to what therapists have identified with sexually abusing priests as altruism in the service of narcissism. 





As one psychiatrist put it in a folksy phrase: Men are loving animals and they are going to love whoever’s near.” In the judgement of some the priesthood in the United States is becoming a "gay profession" (meaning more than 50%). This is not merely a result of the structural predisposition, but due to the predominance of gay oriented bishops, religious superiors, and rectors of seminaries—those in charge of church power. 

Of the several dozens of seminary Rectors I have known personally over the past half century many were exemplary; one became a cardinal, two were named bishops, three left the priesthood to marry, three were elected abbots, however, several were active homosexuals even with seminarians; as many were sexually active with women for whom they served as confessors. 

SEMINARY PRIESTS SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH SEMINARIANS:

Seminary faculties as a group are not celibate observant. At any one time one-third are variously sexually involved in a range of activities. 

The tendency of seminary confessors is toward leniency and tolerance of behaviours (including mutual masturbation) that they tend to judge as phases of development toward psychosexual maturity. This rarely ripens into either sexual or celibate understanding and commitment. 

One priest, later jailed for sexual involvement with a minor student, was encouraged by his confessor while in the seminary to have a sexual friendship with a priest in order to develop his social skills. That seminarian, once ordained, repeated with the minor the identical behaviour he learned under the priest’s tutelage. 


Confessors, often because of their own unconsolidated celibate identity, tend to encourage sexual acting out by less than conscious motivation. Subtle and subversive grooming of seminarians under the guise of spirituality conditions the young students to be future friends and partners. A seminary professor who served as a confidant successfully propositioned a newly ordained priest who had been his student. After the sexual encounter the teacher said, “I have waited five years for this.” 

The range of rationalizations used to justify sexual activity under the cover of celibacy seems endless: “priests are human; sex is permitted if you don’t get emotionally involved; it’s only a sin; it’s O.K. as long as you don’t leave the priesthood; take her as your housekeeper and God will understand if you fall from time to time; it’s natural (even in cases of homosexual acts); I deserve it,” and so forth. 

A moral theologian in a large seminary advised his students in class: ‘if you must have sex, be sure to go out side of your parish to where you are not known; do not wear your collar or show any evidence that you are a priest; and don’t get married.’ The object is to avoid scandal. Is there any better way to teach sociopathy? 





So few faculty and confessors are celibate mature that formation that looks good in policy brochures rarely takes place. 

The clerical culture favours sociopaths—men whose words and deeds are not connected. Vatican experts have written that it is easier to get promoted saying the right things (even employing sexual tactics) than being righteous.


One counsellor was perplexed by a seminarian finishing his final year of theology.  His confessor was well aware of the student’s tendency to get involved sexually whenever he was on a break from the seminary. The partner could be a casual acquaintance in a bar or a prostitute from an Adult Bookstore. For example, on his way back to seminary a taxi stopped by him and the driver propositioned him for his passenger in the back of the cab; he accepted. His confessor did not see this as sufficient reason for postponing or even questioning ordination. His reasoning seemed that, although sinful, the partners were all age appropriate and his behaviour did not threatening marriage therefore his celibacy could remain in tact. 

Celibacy is neither well taught nor well observed by Catholic clergy".
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MAYNOOTH UNDERWEAR BOUTIQUE

MAYNOOTH SEMINARY is set to open a new underwear boutique for seminarians - the brainchild of a well known priest who wishes to keep his name confidential. 

"Father D" has worked in various locations in the Catholic world and has had an interest in men's designer underwear since he was a seminarian.  He started off his underwear collection with a small drawer interesting and colourful briefs. 

His first designs were of suspenders in black, purple and red for priests, bishops and cardinals. We do not know if The Wounded Healer subscribes? 


CARDINAL'S SUSPENDERS

Asked if he was the designer of the KP Jock Strap (King Puck) he answered: "No comment"./

Father D completed a Masters Degree in Psychology and his dissertation was entitled: "The Use of Erotic Underwear in the Management of Homosexual Fantasies in Celibate Catholic Clergy".

Last year - 2015 = Father D was a finalist in the Cardinal Burke Golden Buskin Award hosted by The Brompton Oratory, London. 

His entry - which came second - was a redesign of a 16th century underpants which he called: "The Michelangelo Brief"


The Michelangelo Brief


The Church needs more priests like Father D.
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Wednesday 28 September 2016

MAYNOOTH - GHOST ROOM



MAYNOOTH'S GHOST ROOM?





MAYNOOTH / GAYNOOTH SEMINARY has a GHOST ROOM
Here is a piece about it:
If you visit Maynooth today, you might come across an old building on the campus called Rhetoric House. You might notice that one of the windows on the top floor is boarded-up and you might wonder why. If you ask someone, they will tell you this is The Ghost Room.
Many years ago, students who went to Maynooth would live on the top floor of the building. There was one young man who was assigned to sleep in Room No.2. One day, when he didn’t show up for lectures, his friends went looking for him. They found his dead body lying in a pool of blood on the floor of Room No.2 with his throat slit from ear to ear. Clutched in his hand was a bloody razor and it appeared that he had taken his own life.
Ireland was a Catholic country and, at the time, suicide was seen as a terrible sin. The matter was hushed up by the college and the student was buried in an unconsecrated part of the college cemetery, away from the other graves.
For the rest of the year, the room lay vacant, but when the next year began, it was assigned to another young man. To the shock and horror of everyone involved, this young man was also found dead under the exact same circumstances. He had slashed his own neck with a razor.
The college authorities were horrified to have two suicides on their hands. The fact that they both happened in the same room was even more unsettling. However, they decided to hush it up again and the student was quietly buried and everyone tried to forget what had happened.
Despite all of these forboding events, the very next year, the college assigned another young man to live in Room No.2. One morning, after mass, the student jumped out of the window of his room and landed on the ground outside Rhetoric House. He had broken most of the bones in his body, but he was still alive. In his hand, he was clutching a razor. When they brought him to hospital, the student had a terrifying tale to tell.
While he was in his room that morning, he happened to glance in the mirror and was horrified to see a demonic face staring back at him. Suddenly, he was overcome by a powerful urge to kill himself. Unable to control himself, he grabbed a razor and was about to slit his own throat. Struggling against the demonic force, he managed to throw himself out the window and this is what saved his life.
After hearing the young man’s story, the college authorities decided to investigate. They asked one of the priests to stay the night in the haunted room. In the morning, they found him curled up in a ball, gibbering and shrieking like a maniac. His hair had turned completely white and he refused to say a word about his harrowing experience.
The college president decided that enough was enough and nobody else must ever be allowed to spend the night in Room no.2. He immediately ordered that room was to be turned into an oratory. The window was boarded up, the front wall was knocked down and the door was removed. A shrine to St. Joseph, the patron saint of Peaceful Death, was placed on an altar at the back of the room.
If you go there today, they say you can still see bloodstains on the wooden floor. Nobody is ever allowed to bring a mirror into the room. The graves of the dead students still stand in the cemetery and their names are carved on a bronze plaque in the college as a grim reminder of the horrific events that occurred there.
PAT SAYS:
Its very easy in a religion focused society to put events down to ghosts and spirits that in reality have a perfectly normal or scientific explanation. In the past Ireland was much more superstitious than it is today. The Devil and evil spirits were blamed for a lot of things that may have been done by humans.
As a believer I am perfectly open to the possibility of the supernatural breaking into the natural - but I like to exclude natural explanations first.
What could the natural explanation of the Maynooth suicides have been?
1. Was there a murderer or murderers on the staff?
2. Is the Maynooth Gay Cabal phenomenon older than we think and did the seminarians self harm and kill themselves because they were stalked, sexually harassed or even assaulted by someone?
3. Was there mental illness or some other serious psychological dysfunctionality present in Maynooth then too?
4.   Were these deaths / injuries down to lover's tiffs?
5. Was some predecessor of Diarmuid Martin taking extreme action to stop "strange goings on"?



6. Did something go wrong when the seminarians were been quizzed about their wet dreams and erections by a Director of Malformation of the day?

Who knows?
In any event it would be very interesting if some modern Ghost Buster could be given the job of trying to get to the bottom of it all. 
Turning the room into a chapel to St Joseph and banning mirrors is hardly very scientific? St Joseph is not a scientist. He is a carpenter. 
Anybody out there got any ideas?

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THOUGHT FOR TODAY:


“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.” 





TODAY'S VERSE:
Father Death Blues by Allen Ginsberg




Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going

Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store

Old Aunty Death  Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death  I hear your groans
O Sister Death  how sweet your moans

O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest

Genius Death  your art is done
Lover Death  your body's gone
Father Death  I'm coming home

Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues

Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through

Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn

Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.


TODAY'S PIC:

Tuesday 27 September 2016

REDEMPTORIST NEW METHODS :-)

THE REDEMPTORIST'S NEW METHODS :-)




Do any of you remember the Parish Missions years ago when screaming Redemptorists scared the s**** out of us about sex, sin and hell?

Well apparently THE REDS have changed tactics now.

They are dressing up as women at Mass, waving balloons, wearing SINGING HATS and sending the temperature of conservative RCs through the roof.

Here is a communication I received yesterday.

Bishop Pat:

Just keeping you updated about the Reds under the bed (and under the sheets) an old face reappears in Clonard this week on a new posting. Noelle should be pleased. Birds of a feather etc etc. 

Sister Adriana Egan of the Sisters of Gay Marriage referendum vote fame.

Also mentioned in another wee blog is the same fella (with a right bunch of others haha!)

It gets funnier n funnier

Honest Bob

Warning: Contains photos of priests in drag. Viewer discretion advised.
The following post comes from a long-time source of Rorate in Ireland. While the Franciscans of the Immaculate (FI) have the last remaining breaths of life snuffed out of them, these scandalous priests run free, out in the open, for all the world -- and the Vatican -- to see:

By A. Friend:


You may remember this time last year, Rorate Caeli brought you the story of the Redemptorist priests in Limerick, Ireland -- and the scandal they caused with their balloon Masses and “solemn” novena, their mocking of the Traditional Latin Mass and their praise of Masses for -- and run by -- the Gay [sic], Lesbian, Bisexual & Transgender groups, all while attacking Catholics praying the Rosary outside those Masses for their conversion


FATHER O'CONNOR DRESSED AS A MALE

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FATHER DUGGAN AS A MALE


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FATHERS O CONNOR AND DUGGAN AS MRS BROWN AND MRS DOYLE




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Take a look at the Balloon Mass (there has been two so far) with the rector of the community, Fr. Adrian Egan, wearing his “singing hat” and belting out the song “Our God is a Great Big God." Don’t miss the hand puppet called “Oscar” – “one of the camels that visited Jesus in the crib at Bethlehem." It’s no wonder the Irish Church is in a complete meltdown considering this is what passes for Catholicism these days.

WATCH FR O'CONNOR BELOW IN HIS SINGING HAT:




PAT SAYS:

PHEW! What a story.

I'm not sure I want to go to Mass and see balding, middle aged, pot bellied priest cross dressing?

I am not a DRAG man at all - but I think if I was I would want to see my DRAG in a night club or a gay bar and I would like the artiste to be tall and lean.




Father O'Connor in his SINGING HAT reminds me of a circus clown and I am not sure that I want to see clowns at MASS. I think I might prefer to see them an a Big Top or on a stage.

I know we have to make the GOSPEL relevant to today's generation - but what has MRS BROWN, MRS DOYLE and the BIRDIE SONG got to do with the Gospel?

Is there a sense here that the Redemptorists have realised that Christianity is not for them and they are hoping to move over to Show Business?

Or have THE REDS now become THE PINKS and is this their way of coping with their gayness?

I hope that Bishop Treanor of Belfast is not too impressed with this or the new PARISH PRIEST of Drumbo could be MAY McFETERIDGE.


FR MC FETERIDGE PP VF DRUMBO PARISH


Mind you having said that May might do a better job than a lot  of PP's.

What do others thing ???

Do you think this RED strategy will bring people back to the RC Church?

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THE MEANING OF "BAE"

The Blog has received the following letter:




The Maynooth Grindrs Association
Room 69
Ledwith House.
Maynooth.
County Kildare.

My Lord Bishop,

I hope that Your Lordship is well and working away as diligently in the Vineyard of the Lord.

I write to you in my capacity as the General Secretary of the MGA - the Maynooth Grindrs Association.

Our Association is deeply concerned  about the inaccurate definition of the term "bae" that has been adopted by readers of your esteemed Blog.  As far as we are concerned "bae" is simply a term of friendship or endearment used about each other by friends and has no sexual or romantic connotations whatsoever. 

This matter arose in connection with a photograph that appeared on the Blog featuring two of our members - Mr Brendan Marshall and The Reverend Mr Sean Jones. Mr Marshall and the Rev Mr Jones - like all active members of the MGA - fully accept and are fully committed to the infallible  teachings of our Church that homosexuality is a serious disorder and that compulsory celibacy for priests can be theologically inferred from the fact that our Blessed Lord never married and never engaged in a sexual act of any kind. 

We believe that the original picture was "doctored" by a malign reader of your Blog and that the words "out with bae" were added to the original picture.

Thank you for allowing us to put the record straight on this matter.

I remain,

Your Lordship's obedient servant,

Stephan Winston



PAT'S REPLY:

Dear Stephen,

Thank you for your letter and indeed for your kind greetings.

I am more than happy to allow the MGA to clarify its position on the term "bae" and to challenge other interpretations. This Blog seeks to give everyone a voice.

I also received the information below from the person who submitted the picture in question and reproduce it for your information and the information of all readers.

Sincerely yours,

+Pat



 
Bæ/bae is a Danish word for poop. Also used by people on the internet who think it means baby, sweetie etc.
Bae I love u so much

Brian, my bae

I just made a bæ








TODAY'S VERSE:


If by Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!




MICHAEL DEEGAN RIP

MICHAEL DEEGAN RIP



MICHAEL DEEGAN is the name of the seminarian who committed suicide in the 1990's in St Patrick's Seminary, Thurles.

He would have only been 20 / 21 years old and he was found hanging behind a curtain in one of the seminaries lecture halls by a visitor to the seminary. 

During his time in the seminary he was the victim of extreme homosexual stalking and harassment. People were putting sexually explicit notes under his room door and were leaving homosexual pornography on his bed.

One night he was found in a very bad emotional state on the corridor by a fellow seminarian who is now a priest of an English diocese. For now he wants to keep his identity hidden so we will call him FATHER A.

Father A brought Michael and the pornographic material to a member of staff whom we will call FATHER B. Father B sympathised with Michael, agreed that the material and bullying was awful and held on to the material.

WILIE LEE - THURLES PRESIDENT


We do not know if Father B reported the matter to the seminary president WILLIE LEE who went on to become the Bishop of Waterford and Lismore - or indeed to anyone else.

Last week I supplied the IRISH INDEPENDENT newspaper with the story and supporting evidence. The journalist involved even interviewed Father A.

The journalist then, in fairness, asked Bishop Lee and Father B for a comment. Bishop Lee said nothing and lawyers for Father B denied that he had been approached by Michael and Father A - and basically threatened the IRISH INDEPENDENT with a law suit. 

For now that's where the matter sits.

However I was well aware from the time I heard this story that there may very well be a criminal aspect to the story. So yesterday I contacted the Garda and started that ball rolling.



Father A is 100% sure about his version of events and is making a full statement to the Garda. 

I have also tried to contact, in as sensitive a way as I can, members of the Deegan family who live in Birr, Co. Offaly. To date I have not heard back from them.

They may not want such a painful wound reopened? 

But I have been haunted by the thoughts of the plight of Michael since I heard the story. It is a question of JUSTICE as well as a human question.

Surely poor Michael cries out for justice from beyond the grave.




We can also not allow his death to be another horrific secret that the Irish Catholic Church wants to keep buried - just like the bodies of the 700 babies the nuns buried and hid in a sewerage tank in Tuam.

Jesus told us that a good tree CANNOT bear bad fruit.

With all the rotten and bad fruit that the tree of the RC Church in Ireland and internationally has brought forth - surely we must conclude that its a ROTTEN TREE?

I would like Michael Deegan's death and suffering to be the subject of a thorough Garda inquiry.

And if there are guilty parties they need to be made feel the weight of the criminal law.

I'm told that at least one of Michael's torturers was ordained a priest and still works in an Irish Catholic Diocese!



How does this man live with himself?

What kind of harm is he still doing?

I have given his name, Father B's name and several other names to the Garda.

Let us hope that Michael's tragic death and suffering will not go unpunished for too much longer.

In Michael's case the Irish Catholic Church is afraid of:

1. Been seen to have more blood on their hands.

2. Afraid they will have to compensate someone - as if they could !!!!!!!!!!!

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MAYNOOTH CORNER:

NEW PICTURE OF BRENDAN MARSHALL AND KING PUCK:



The sender says that "bae" is short for "babe" ? Never heard it myself.



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THOUGHT FOR TODAY:


“The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.” 



TODAY'S VERSE:


Touched by An Angel 
Maya Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

TODAY'S PIC:


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Sunday 25 September 2016

ANOTHER BISHOP - ANOTHER "GOON"?

ANOTHER BISHOP - ANOTHER "GOON" ?


YESTERDAY they ordained another Irish Catholic Bishop in Ireland - FINTAN MONAHAN for the diocese of Killaloe.

Is he going to be DIFFERENT or is he going to be MORE OF THE SAME?

Or is he going to be another member of the MAYNOOTH GOON CLUB?

FINTAN MONAHAN - THE ONE ON THE LEFT !
My guess is that he will be MORE OF THE SAME :-(

He has already signalled this by his recent unequivocal support for GAYNOOTH.

Of course the Roman Catholic institution would not be appointing him if he was not a YES MAN.

He has also been the secretary to the RC Archbishop of Tuam - Mickey Neary - in other words he is an episcopal BAG CARRIER.

The Diocese of Killaloe is in melt down - very few vocations, dwindling number of priests - amalgamation of parishes - the youth disappearing from the pews etc etc.

And what do they do - the bring on a new line manager who will do little else that supervise the sinking ship!

The RC religion may have 1.2 billion members. But all the world's Christians, including the RC's only make 17% of the world's population.

That's 83 % who are not Christian - either dedicated or nominal.

I am a man who espouses the Christian Faith (not the RC institution) but personally I would like to see the destruction of the RC institution.

As an institution is has little or nothing to do with Jesus Christ, God or the Gospels.

Since the time of Constantine the RC institution has thrown in its lot with the state and the establishment everywhere it has existed. 




In Italy it got into bed with Mussolini.

In German it was far too tolerant - if not friendly - with Adolf Hitler.

In South America it has been friendly with - and backed dictators and murderers.

In Ireland's political history it played poker with Dublin and London and from 1921 until 1970 it ran the country as a confessional Catholic state - which was - let's face it - "priest ridden".

The "Little Weasel" Cahal Daly was never done running to Stormont, the Chief Constable of the RUC and the British Royals.

The RC institution has been much more an oppressor than it has ever been a slave freer. 

It has also been a major world abuser - of power, of money, of women, of children etc.




I personally thank God that Ireland is gradually throwing off the chains of Roman Catholicism.


Even though I believe that Cahal Daly did me an injustice in 1985 / 1986 I also believe that by accident he did me a favour.

I can still be a Christian - and even a catholic (with a small "c" - universal) but do not have to bow the knee to the RC empire.

I can still appreciate the Bible, the Sacraments and my spirituality without having to be in chains to men.

I was also very impressed during the week watching Joanna Lumley's trip to Japan and her interaction with Buddhist and Shinto spirituality.

As Jesus said: "IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE THERE ARE MANY MANSIONS"

and

"I HAVE OTHER SHEEP AS WELL THAT ARE NOT OF THIS FOLD - THESE I MUST LEAD AS WELL".

Maybe the answer for those of us who want a Christian spirituality is to have that spirituality OUTSIDE an institution?

Maybe those of us who want to be "catholics" (small c) should be Irish Catholics or Free Catholics and not Roman Catholics.




That's roughly where I am - and it's actually a very free and healthy place to be.

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THOUGHT FOR TODAY:


"The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion". 

(Thomas Paine)

TODAY'S VERSE:





The Little Pets of St. Mochua
When St. Mochua knelt to pray
Each morning at the break of day
There always was about the house
A rooster, fly and little mouse
Three willing slaves to serve him well
And share his solitary cell
The rooster every morn would crow
And waken him for matins, though
When he slept too sound to hear
The mouse came forth and nipped his ear
And though he never had a clock
The mouse would call him or the clock
And if he had to leave a book
From out some dusty hidden nook
A fly, with patience and with grace
Would sit for hours and mark the place
[John Irvine]

TODAY'S PIC:




TIMO BARTLETT: