2 December 2020

There is exactly one verse in this passage of Micah I am confident in its interpretation and that is verse 2, because in the gospels it is used by the Pharisees to state to the Magi that the Messiah must be born in Bethleham. The rest is, to my tired brain, a mystery. Perhaps at some point we will now who the seven sheperds and eight kings are. I don”t. I do know that the Assyrians destroyed the kingdom of Israel, and that ten tribes were lost.

But perhaps we don’t need to. Mundabor is writing about the current turmoil, and reflects on the lives of mystics during the Victorian time, which had more history in it than we now credit it with.

I have written yesterday about the Miraculous medal. Today, I would like to make some further reflections on it.

Whilst the apparitions took place in 1830, St Catherine lived until 1876. Born in 1806, she basically saw Napoleon, the Bourbon Restoration in 1814, the July Revolution in 1830, then another Revolution in 1848, then the siege of Paris in 1870 and, shortly thereafter, the horrible Parisian Commune. That’s quite a lot.

I have no doubt that, at that time, there was no scarcity of people claiming that The End Was Near. I actually doubt that there was any time, pacific or violent, revolutionary or conservative, in which a lot of people did not think the same.

The fact is, that the world did not end. Governments come and go. Kings are deposed. Revolutionaries are killed. Normally, things find a way to adjust themselves, albeit at times after a long time, and not without shedding of blood.

We look at what is happening, and wonder if it can get worse. It can. But then things correct themselves, because we cannot live according to lies for more than a generation or two. The lies that led the Boomers to start an apostate and secular progressive movement are now threadbare and the movement is now relying on authority alone. The image is not the reality.


Micah 5:1-5

5 Now muster your troops, O daughter of troops;
siege is laid against us;
with a rod they strike the judge of Israel
on the cheek.
2 But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah,
who are too little to be among the clans of Judah,
from you shall come forth for me
one who is to be ruler in Israel,
whose coming forth is from of old,
from ancient days.
3 Therefore he shall give them up until the time
when she who is in labour has given birth;
then the rest of his brothers shall return
to the people of Israel.
4 And he shall stand and shepherd his flock in the strength of the Lord,
in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God.
And they shall dwell secure, for now he shall be great
to the ends of the earth.
5 And he shall be their peace.
When the Assyrian comes into our land
and treads in our palaces,
then we will raise against him seven shepherds
and eight princes of men;

Luke 21:34-38

34 “But watch yourselves lest your hearts be weighed down with dissipation and drunkenness and cares of this life, and that day come upon you suddenly like a trap. 35 For it will come upon all who dwell on the face of the whole earth. 36 But stay awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that are going to take place, and to stand before the Son of Man.”

37 And every day he was teaching in the temple, but at night he went out and lodged on the mount called Olivet. 38 And early in the morning all the people came to him in the temple to hear him.

This world wants us to be about the image. Regardless of what is going on around us. The image from the New Yorker (a magazien that used to be good) was found on Gab with these comments attached to it.

it’s insane that this is a real cover of New Yorker
like this is the glamorous NYC lifestyle
dirty and disgusting, cat piss everywhere
your psych meds are next to your moldy chinese food
your floor is littered with used masks and dirty gloves
and your furniture is mostly empty Amazon boxes

but you are streaming Netflix from the Big Apple, baby!
unlike those losers from high school you left back in Smallville
cause you’ve made it – you’re a New Yorker!

If we are not trapped by addictions, we find ourselves trapped by the Karens, who demand that we obey their regulations around their sensitivities. Everything must be nice. Everything must be kind. Do not look behind the image to the tawdry detals. Think big picture. Stay asleep. Do not count the number of empty buildings or consider those who have given up and live in quite despair.

This is a crisis. It is time to wake up.