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The title comes from the great Bob Dylan’s classic, The Times They Are A-Changin’, a song I’ve thought for some time now is dead on accurate– though in a very different sense from when it was written.

Very definite changes are coming down the pike. The occupiers of the Vatican, their apparatchiks in chanceries, rectories, schools and seminaries will soon feel them “shake their windows and rattle their walls”.

The old guard is the physically and spiritually enfeebled remnants of the Vatican II revolution. Against them, holding to the Catholic faith in its entirety (what Francis would call “outdated manners and forms which, even on the cultural level, are no longer meaningful”), are the true Remnant, but demographically much younger. Not to mention more fecund, physically and spiritually.  In between, as has been true in any epochal struggle of good and evil, are the lukewarm, the anglers, the befuddled, the fearful, and the desperate guardians of the status quo. Francis has spent the last five years, knowingly or not, as the instrument of God, Who is sifting His Church to chastise our sinfulness and test our faithfulness to Him.

It appears that whatever faithful remnants of the hierarchy are left are at last willing to contemplate DOING SOMETHING about the ongoing heresy and destruction of this papacy. Contemplating doing something is of course not the same as doing something in fact. But that is where it starts. Cardinal Burke’s public comments about Francis’ “there is no hell” scandal were good; the public profession of faith that addressed the issues of the unanswered dubia is good; the post of Bishop Gracida calling for the College to declare (if Universi Domenici Gregis was violated at the conclave, as it appears is certainly possible) whether the See is vacant, or whether Benedict really validly abdicated, is good. And if the See be vacant for the validly made Cardinals to elect a new Pope. This call seems not likely, to be sure. But the fact that a Bishop is calling for it is an important step.

Given enough time, there may be a gradual and pleasant solution to these problems. What I wrote above about the demographics being on our side is true. But assuming the Pope doesn’t consecrate Russia to Mary’s Immaculate Heart as she requested at Fatima, I don’t think we will be given that luxury of time. We will likely instead be given persecution and chastisement.

Events telescope as we near the crisis moment. They are clarified as they gain speed. And know that I write this while the Church suffers through the worst crisis in her history, with two living “bishops in white” still living in Rome and using the title of Pope. With the Fatima prophecy so obviously in play, and so obviously unrevealed and also unfulfilled. With Russia, so portentously named by Our Lady in her Fatima messages, being goaded and threatened by the President who campaigned on not doing that, at the behest of the enemies of the Church and indeed of Western Civilization.

This is intolerable. Did Benedict abdicate? Was Francis elected pope? Has he publicly professed heresy? Has he deposed himself? Is he an antipope? Is Benedict pope? Is anyone pope? Will the Cardinals do their job if any of the above answers are not in line with the official line? Will we ever know the Third Secret of Fatima that was supposed to be made public long ago?

The only way to head off a total disaster is for the pope to consecrate Russia.

I believe, and continue to believe, that Mary will act, and act soon. Her Immaculate Heart will triumph, as she told Lucia. But how, and what will we have to suffer before we cooperate with her requests? How is this for a preview:

After the two parts which I have already explained, at the left of Our Lady and a little above, we saw an angel with a flaming sword in his left hand; flashing, it gave out flames that looked as though they would set the world on fire; but they died out in contact with the splendor that Our Lady radiated toward him from her right hand: pointing to the earth with his right hand, the angel cried out in a loud voice: ‘Penance, Penance, Penance!’

And we saw in an immense light that is God: ‘something similar to how people appear in a mirror when they pass in front of it’ a bishop dressed in white ‘we had the impression that it was the Holy Father.’

Other bishops, priests, men and women religious going up a steep mountain, at the top of which there was a big cross of roughhewn trunks as of a cork tree with the bark; before reaching there the Holy Father passed through a big city half in ruins and half trembling with halting step, afflicted with pain and sorrow, he prayed for the souls of the corpses he met on his way; having reached the top of the mountain, on his knees at the foot of the big cross he was killed by a group of soldiers who fired bullets and arrows at him, and in the same way there died one after another the other bishops, priests, men and women religious, and various lay people of different ranks and positions. Beneath the two arms of the cross there were two angels each with a crystal aspersorium in his hand, in which they gathered up the blood of the martyrs and with it sprinkled the souls that were making their way to God.