A continued blessed and joyous Easter to all our readers, on this second day of eight days of solemnities, each day an ‘Easter Sunday’ – then another month of the Easter season, until Pentecost, and the great feasts that follow: Pentecost, Ascension, Corpus Christi, and the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary.

I was going to write about the lunatic lockdown in Ontario, called for right before Easter (taking effect Holy Saturday), just as the last one was called for at Christmas – but didn’t have the heart over the Triduum. It’s almost as thought they don’t want us to go to Mass. Where I live, attendance at any religious service is capped at 15%, and for that so many are grateful. I suppose we must thank God for blessings great and small, but be sure to thank God, and not our benighted leaders, who have no right to ‘give or take’ anything at all; everything God created does not belong to them, and that includes our freedom, not least of the religious variety.

The psychological and societal distress these Covidian measures are causing is becoming more and more evident. One friend of mine mentioned she was watching a film made in the 1940’s, and was surprised – just for an instant, mind you – that someone walked into a public establishment, and she thought, ‘hey, he’s not wearing a mask?’, before she said, ‘wait a minute…’. And I look with nostalgia at old college videos photos – old, meaning, just over a year ago, but seeming aeons in the past – of people arm in arm, in groups, playing games, dancing, laughing, singing, frolicking and having fun…

And that is small cheese compared to what Paula Adamick points out in her article today, with children and young people in particular traumatized as they grow up in this milieu of masked and isolated madness, knowing nothing different, their education and formation in tatters, and with no end in sight. And now many even of our Church leaders are urging us all to get vaccinated, even the young who are not at risk, regardless of the deleterious consequences, evidence for which is piling up in Canada and across the globe. I for one am glad Canada is ‘falling behind’ in its vaccination program; this is one thing I hope fails infallibly.

Yet for those who are hot-to-trot for the prophylactic, placing their hopes therein, as one woman who said she would get it just so she could go back to seeing her Broadway shows, think that even universal vaccination will bring us back to normal, if what was pre-Covid, ‘normal’? Fauci – yes, he of the triple-mask – is now claiming the vaccine may not even work, or work infallibly, and we will have to continue with the face-coverings and distancing, the lockdowns and isolation, the police checks and religious restrictions, the whole totalitarian regime, into the distant, distant future, since there are so many ‘variants’ of the virus, which we could – and he should – have predicted months ago. The abnormal will become, has become, the normal.

The justification is that we are going ‘kill someone’s grandmother’ by not wearing a mask, or keeping perpetually isolated and distant from each other. Besides the lack of evidence for such, it’s a bit of a stretch to believe our new medical overlords, whose diktats have supplanted anything resembling ‘law’, have this deep and abiding desire to ‘protect the lives’ of those few – those very, very few – who are at mortal risk from Covid, when they are up to their elbows in the blood of unborn children, and now the vulnerable elderly and sick. Yes, it’s only a minority who actually carry out the nefarious deeds of abortion and euthanasia, but a majority – and soon all, as they weed out anyone remotely ‘pro-life’ or even ‘conservative’ from med school – still refer for these procedures, and hence are morally implicated. In some ways, it’s worse, as being more cowardly and complaisant, ‘washing their hands’, like Pilate, while handing over the innocent.

Those with ‘eyes to see’ saw through this a while back, and we must all wake up – that is, become ‘woke’ in the true sense – before it’s too late, if it’s not already. We’re in the midst of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and the world’s falling asleep, lulled by the droning ubiquitous propaganda of modern media, waking up zombified into the dark cave of obeisance and servility, unbecoming to what it means to be ‘human’. A deep and abiding fear is being inculcated into us, fear of a shape-shifting virus, yes, but also, and more apposite, fear of each other; and fear is not that far removed from hatred.

The only way past such inchoate, paralyzing fear is to walk through it, not just with courage, but more so with love. For to ‘love’ means to will the good, and our good can only be seen ‘sub specie aeternitatis‘, that is, ‘under the aspect of eternity’. We will never – I mean never – be free unless we can see who we really are, made not for this world, but the next, for life with God forever, and we have to ‘pass over’ the door of death to get there.

Hence, there is no true Life – that is life eternal – without suffering, which must be faced square-on. Overwhelming and irrational fear, a result of an inordinate ‘love of this life’, against which Saint Paul warns, is at the root of our current malaise. And ‘love of this life’ in practice means love of one’s own life, to eke out another day, keeping ‘safe’, regardless of what that means for others, even if it means giving up every one of our freedoms, crushing the future of our young people, trauma and mayhem for society, as we slide into the hellish abyss of Marxist socialism. They’re not even coy about it anymore, as BLM and other nefarious groups gleefully sing its praises, along with the paradoxical need for revolution and violence; and all the while the government repeats in endless hushed, insistent, tones to ‘stay safe, stay safe, stay safe…’.

Quite the toxic stew, and one wonders where it’s all headed. Those resisting these draconian, disproportionate measures are not selfish and self-absorbed, and I’m rather tired of being accused of such by those who want us all to cuddle into the soft arms of the government taking over and controlling every aspect of our lives. Like a boa constrictor, this might seem innocuous at first, and not all that bad, even sort of comforting in a way, but will soon crush us, first in spirit, and, soon, in body.

Christ, through His Church, has the answer, which is to live each day on the brink of eternity, to see this life as a preparation for death, in freedom and courage, whether we be given length of days, or a brief time herein. A society that has lost that perspective, trapped within the confines of this temporal existence, is doomed to a perpetual living death of fear and despair.

Courage and hope, mes frères et souers, in the truth, which sets us free.

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