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Who am I?

Hello! πŸ‘‹ Welcome to my little corner of the Internet!
 
A typical 20 something, cradle Catholic, wannabe blogger. I decided to start my own blog where I could write what I wanted, push myself to write more often (and get better at it), and perhaps even introduce a few people to the Faith.
 
On my blog I share my poems, tags, thoughts on feminism, Catholicism, films, writing, fashion… pretty much anything that pops into my head and I finally get written down properly.
 
Let’s be friends! (That didn’t sound creepy at all 😬)

Who are these people? πŸ‘‡πŸ»


This is Blessed Dina Belanger, she is a very distant relative of my grandmother, Cecil Belanger. You can read her story here. She was very sensitive and passionate and was quick to tears (much like St. ThΓ©rΓ¨se  de Lisieux), which makes me love her even more. She had the stigmata as well!

“When the First World War began in 1914, the seventeen-year-old Dina offered herself to Our Lord ‘in a spirit of reparation and love in order to give Him some consolation and save souls.’ She was especially distressed ‘at the moral evil threatening the world.’ And a little later, she offered herself as a ‘victim of Divine love.’

Mystics of the Church


These are my grandparents. My grandmother was a fireball when it came to speaking the truth, and always encouraged me in my pro life and radical Catholic writing efforts. She passed away on February 2nd, Candlemas Day, 2019, after suffering a week of intense agony. I still feel her loss very greatly, especially because she would always understand and see through the ugly insanity of the world, and modernism. She always wanted to make sure she was doing what was right, and true. She had six children, raising them almost totally alone after the death of Grandpapa. All of her children still practice the faith, still go to Church regularly and pray the Rosary every day. This alone speaks volumes of how fervent of a Catholic she was. Requiescat in Pace Grandma.


This is the Notre Dame Cathedral in France, I am sure you know it. I am especially in love with my French Catholic heritage, which is why I added this photo on my blog.

The Catholic Culture, Traditions and History in France, and Canada were so ripe, so awesome, yet has become the opposite of that today. Nevertheless, I believe that Catholics who live in Canada and France and those with French blood should learn the Catholic customs, traditions, history and culture that was so alive in the past. So that the holy fire of the French may become realized once again. We owe it not only to God and His Bride the Church, but we owe it to our children, our grandchildren, our great-grandchildren. We owe it to the French martyrs of the Freemasonic Revolution the Canadian Martyrs who spilled their blood and were tortured to give Christ to the Native Americans. We owe it to the holy and saintly French Catholics who came before us. How can we bemoan the loss of such a beautiful Catholic Culture, and such holy traditions if we do not pick up the standard and carry it yet again? While we still breathe, we are obliged to carry on the traditions and faith of our fathers! Or else, we are no better than those who willingly let the faith die out, who let Canada and France rot in liberalism, modernism and Freemasonry. End rant. β€πŸ‡«πŸ‡·πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦


This is my youngest brother who is a second year seminarian in the Institute of Christ the King. Just the thought that he may someday be ordained a priest, and an Institute Priest (Canon) at that! Just blows my mind.

We are accepting donations to this seminary fund, in return we pay a Mass each month for his donors and Martin prays for them as well of course.


And finally, this is my great-grandmother Armoza Belanger. If my grandmother was a fireball, Great-Grandma “Mo-Mo” was a meteor, or so I am told. I never got to meet her in person (she died in 1976), but I love her very dearly. I am not unlike her in some ways, which I find so cool. For example, she always felt more at ease conversing with men rather than women, and I am the same way. Isn’t it crazy how we will see our loved ones who died faithful to the Church in Heaven one day, if we “fight the good fight” until death? I am reminded of the movie Coco, where (though it was theologically incorrect in most ways) the dead relatives were with their loved ones who were alive, remarking on how big the kids were getting and so on. It just made me think of my dead relatives, and how very real they were and are, and how we may yet meet them one day in Heaven.


Blog LOGO by Matt Swaim – changed made: cropped and brightness/contrast added.

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