From the Mass held for the death of Napolèon at the Imperial chapel in Corsica may 5th 2026

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From the Mass held for the death of Napolèon at the Imperial chapel in Corsica may 5th 2026
Just as Roman law was preserved by the Church (and still is), the long 19th century principles of rights, sovereignty, romantic cultural pluralism, and rational economic development will be preserved under the Catholic canopy amid a new era of barbarian kings.
Fukuyama may smile at such an upshot, but he should remember that just as Romanitas and Hellenism were changed by baptism, just so the modern package will be transformed by being incased in a sacerdotal and sacramental Eastern mystery religion centering on the crucified Galilean.
"Ye sons and daughters of the King, whom heavenly hosts in glory sing, today the grave has lost its sting. Alleluia!"
𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 LoveGodSmashTyrants
The cry as for a lost first born son has gone up in the twilight.
The cry as of a goddess whose heart has been pierced through with love heralds
the onrushing night.
The crowned head has suffered a mortal blow, who can heal it?
The woods have heard
And in their spring darkness the scream echoes
Causing its beasts to pause
Stirring the blood and sap with memories
Beyond death and rebirth
And nature’s futile return.
The Earth is a Man, and from the beginning till now has labored by the sweat of his brow
in vain
The Earth is a Woman, and from the beginning till now has travailed in childbirth after childbirth
in vain.
In the particularity of one name, all the aeons and stars are set at nought.
To them, to cling to one out of so many billions is nothing.
But to those who have set forth in fealty, all our suns and milky ways are as shattered debris,
Ready to be swept away and cast to the flames to be reforged.
Now we can greet one another, shattering time and space with companionship.
The title beyond any other title returns our syllables to us, and now we stand together under one sky.
In the forest, amid the oncoming gloom, Armetis sings, Artemis, Artemis,
Chanting the praise of dart and spear
Of sovereign victims and masterful slaves.
The arrow is shot, it strikes, and finds its mark,
And we die in joyous pining.
The Imperial scarlet banner, the heart’s delight, dances in the wind
Leaving the trees behinds
Carrying us everywhere amid storms, trumpets, and shadows,
Out of the household life, into the romance of being
Where every god of the nations is found to be nothing
And yet at the same time made a witness to our love.
By the wound we are known,
And each one known in us,
And a world is founded
Ladders upon celestial ladders
Going up and down
Each site of sacrifice a center that can be anywhere,
And nowhere is forgotten, like a dream,
Or else made itself a homeland for all to become most like themselves.
The Heavens have emptied themselves of tears, and only peace remains.
And we must walk side by side till our steps cast up light greater than the moon or sun.
Let us begin for good this time, you and I, for up to now we have done little or nothing.
Let us begin then, you and I, who have always known each other,
From the antechamber of eternity to this present embrace.
Let us begin, and by attachment, one to the other, be consecrated in Deity.
"A Bolshevik must have an empty heart, so that there’s room in it for everything.” From 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘳 by Andrey Platonov
-- Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-- October 8,9,10th, 1912
"Ah! though it be folly to say it, so long as men fight and suffer on earth, so long would I remain upon it to love and succor them."
--Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-- January 24th, 1918.
— Marie-Antoinette de Geuser- August 16th, 1916
--Marie-Antoinette de Geuser- March 3-5th, 1915
— Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-December 29th, 1912
— Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-December 11th, 1911
— Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-December 11th, 1911
--Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-November 30th, 1911
--Marie-Antoinette de Geuser
-- Marie-Antoinette de Geuser-May 26th 1911
— Marie-Antoinette de Geuser
"It is God's will, I do believe, always to ask of me only things which I cannot do." --Marie-Antoinette de Geuser