As I sit here on Christmas Eve reading, of all books, The Singularity is Near, by Ray Kurzweil, I am actually appreciating Christmas in a profoundly unique and immensely gratifying way.  As you may know, I am currently writing a book on the Catholic role in the Great Resist (civilization’s counter to the Great Reset).  A significant portion of the book is dedicated to uncovering the philosophy behind “trans-humanism” and juxtaposing it to traditional Western philosophy on human nature, intelligence, natural law, and God.  Spoiler, so far I am convinced that the greatest philosophical opponent of trans-humanism to date is still St. Thomas Aquinas.  Amazing that perhaps the best intellectual weapons against the most radical ideological threat to humanity, which is advancing strong in 2021, were given to us nearly 800 years ago by a Catholic friar.

At this moment, my eyes are focused on book and laptop while poinsettias, an olive wood crafted nativity set, and a beautifully lit Christmas tree overwhelm my peripherals.  But on this day, I still remain bent on studying the deep philosophical “why” behind the trans-humanist agenda.  An agenda that, while we wrap our presents, sneak a few more sugary treats, and prepare for Christmas mass with “O’ Holy Night” playing n the background, is simultaneously marching along at this very moment in our world.  I am engaging in the kind of reading that evokes thoughts such as, “how de-humanized has mankind already become?  Can we really resist such a powerfully civilization changing  phenomenon where the lines between human and machine are deliberately blurred, exponentially, by the day?”  

It was a little over two years ago that Pope Francis blessed the Pacamama statue in the Vatican Gardens.  Shortly after, Covid-19 hit the world.  By early spring, 2020, mass was suspended throughout the world.  I need not go into to all of the well documented subsequent attacks against the Church, the world, humanity, and freedom since then. I would rather focus on the consolation: the resolve and spiritual growth of many Catholics that has grown exponentially over these last two years.  It is the trans-human and Great Reset counter-movement and I thank God to be a part of it.

Personally, I am blessed to have been a part of a radically growing Latin Mass parish that is booming with young, large, faith-filled families now flooding over two churches!  Combined with all of the amazing men throughout the valley I have grown with as soldiers for Christ, and considering all of the grace gaining opportunities that I have been able to partake in over this time of tribulation, what a beautifully paradoxical time of great joy and hope!!

I do not wish to understate the trials we are currently going through.  Things are bad.  Biden is commencing forth with his DNA altering “vaccine” mandates, other parts of the world are locking down again, and the Traditional Latin Mass is under serious attack.  And the more I read from the minds of the most influential trans-humanist thinkers of the last two centuries, I see the current problems from an even radically new and more alarming perspective.  

When will these attacks go away?  When will Covid finally disappear?  As long as there are influential men who practically worship the exponential technological growth and return on investment gained by trans-humanist technologies advance-able “because of Covid” (mRNA shots, quantum tattoos, micro-chips, ect...), Covid will not disappear anytime soon.  In fact, the anxiety, the fears, and the harms you have experienced over the last two years are just the beginning.  

I choose to work on this book on Christmas Eve, though, because such a day of hope and joy makes it much easier to read the philosophies of tragic men.  Cold and tragic men who marvel at intelligent design all throughout the universe, but cannot conclude an all powerful and all loving intelligent designer, God.  The most brilliant, holy, and humble saints of our tradition tell us that at this moment 2000 years ago, our infinitely wise and good God looked down upon his wounded children, with all of their flaws, foibles, and sins, and chose to condescend to our nature in order to save us.  And 33 years later, he experienced the greatest moment of “super-intelligence” ever had on earth; he contemplated the personal sins of every person from history until the end of time and forgave them.   He made the ultimate anti-transhumanist move.  The trans-humanist looks down his nose at the insufficiency of mankind and seeks god-ship by the destroying of humanity while harvesting out its one redeemable value (intelligence).  God condescended to become man and ransom his broken children through sacrificially spilling his blood for humanity's salvation!

And it started with his choice to come into the world as a vulnerable baby born unto a teenage Jewish girl protected by a devout and simple carpenter in Judea 2000 years ago.  Today may we contemplate Mary’s “Fiat” as it contrasts Satan’s “non-servium”, St. Joseph’s status as the “terror of demons” and protector of humanity's divine and human king, and our Saviors incomprehensible humility and love for us.

Upon observing the collective rumination and panic expressed by several men in the Great Hall recently, one of my dear friends cautioned, “Brothers, do not let Pope Francis, Fauci, or Biden steal your joy this Christmas. Unplug yourselves from the nonsense for this next week and meditate on the Incarnation.”   As I study here, as I meditate on the Incarnation, and I conclude the most deliberately liturgically conscious Advent I have experienced to date (thank you, men of Isaiah 27), I feel nothing but tremendous joy and hope.  I will never let Pope Francis, Fauci, or Biden steal my joy on Christmas or on any day of the year.  From this moment until I breathe my dying breathe, wherever and whenever that may be.  No matter what trials and tribulations we fight through, I will behold and look upon, with awe,  the sacrificial Lamb born today, and not despair at the thoughts and actions of man devouring dragons.  

All year I have been looking forward to portering the midnight Latin mass again tonight.  I will be sure to lean in towards the big oak door as the choir sings “In the Bleak Mid-Winter”, as I used to hear on my way to the mid-19th century German immigrant built Neo-Gothic church I attended as a child.  I will recall again the joy I felt seeing the light from the stain glass windows reflect off of the snow as our Schola sang with the accompaniment of violins, oboes, and organ for the celebration of the birth of our King.

I wish everyone that serenity and feeling of peace and joy as we escape tonight and tomorrow in the sounds of the children, the reverence of the mass, and all the glories of Christmas.  And when it’s over, let us keep that hope and joy going into the new year as we carry that banner of our King forward in our current times.  

I would like to conclude with a prayer from yesterday’s mass that I found particularly apropos:

“O King whom all the peoples desire, you are the cornerstone which makes all one. O come and save man whom you made from clay.”  

Unto us a Saviour is born.  God loves this weary world that he made “from clay”.  He loves His crown of creation, man, whom he so magnificently made, that he humbled himself this night and eventually died for our sins.  No matter what we face ahead, let us return that love with joyful service to Him through this upcoming year and for all eternity.

Merry Christmas,
Gadfly.