Very funny if they weren't serious...

Here is a web site which is so strange that at first I couldn't believe they were being serious. Working in a prison and acting as the chaplain from time to time I thought I was used to the twisting of history and lack of scholarship in OTC (other than Catholic) religions. Well I was wrong. So I post this one last article to my blog for the day...

I always wanted a comics page to my blog.

Some articles on this site are...

Thank God that the earth is NOT moving!! The site calls the flat earthers crazy!

The Pope's Palace

The Hapless Habsburgs O brother!

Maximilain and Carlota

Here is my favorite... Saint Anne Boleyn—A Queen in Heaven!! This one purports to show that St.Thomas More was an instrumental figure in her execution. Unfortunately for this corruption of history St Thomas was executed the year before she was.

More reformation funnies can be found here...

This is indicative of the effect of heresy has on the mind.

de Brantigny

See the face of Christ in everyone...

Elena-Maria has placed this on her blog today, I place it on mine without any more comment as the photo speaks volumes.

"They do not love Jesus."
The wounded face of this little Indian girl, attacked for her Christian Faith, conveys more than any words. How sobering to those of us who hope to share the same Heaven with this child.

Jesus remember those who suffer for your name...

Dieu Le Roy
de Brantigny

Ave Maria,

as sung by Celine Dion...

O Sanctissima

O Sanctissima, O Piissima
Dulcis Virgo Maria
Mater amata, Intemerata
Ora, Ora Pro Nobis

Tota pulchra es, O Maria
Et macula non est in te
Mater amata intemerata
Ora, ora pro nobis

Sicut lilium inter spinas
Sic Maria inter filias
Mater amata intemerata
Ora ora pro nobis

In miseria, in angustia
Ora Virgo pro nobis
Pro nobis ora in mortis hora
Ora, ora pro nobis

Tu solatium et refugium
Virgo Mater Maria
Quidquid optamus per te speramus
Ora, ora pro nobis


Saint Michel le protecteur de la France

"Je suis Michel, le protecteur de la France."
Saint Michel à sainte Jeanne d'Arc

Saint Michel terrassant le dragon infernal

"Saint Michel interviendra dans la lutte personnelle de l'Eglise. C'est lui qui est le chef de cette Eglise si persécutée, mais non bientôt anéantie, comme le pensent les méchants. C'est lui qui, également, est

...le Protecteur spécial de la France et qui l'aidera à se replacer à son rang de Fille ainée de l'Eglise, car malgré toutes les offenses qui se commettent en France, il y a encore bien du bon, il y a des âmes bien dévouées. Quand Saint Michel interviendra -t- il ? Je ne le sais pas! Il faut beaucoup prier à ces intentions, invoquer l'Archange, en lui rappelant ses titres, et d'intercéder auprès de Celui sur le Coeur duquel il a un si grand pouvoir. Que la Sainte Vierge ne soit pas oubliée : la France est son Royaume privilégiée entre tous : elle la sauvera. On fait bien de demander partout des rosaires et des chapelets : c'est cette prière qui est la plus efficace dans les besoins présents."

"Saint Micheal will intervene in the personal fight for the Church. He is the defender of the Church when persecuted, and never defeated, as the evil one thinks. It is he that, equally, is:

...the special Protector of France and that will help her to retake its place as the First Daughter of the Church, for despite all the offenses that have been committed in France, there is again a guarantee of that title, there are devoted souls. When will Saint Micheal intervene ? I do not know! It is necessary to pray for this intention, to invoke the Archangel, recalling his titles, and to intercede with that him, the Heart of whom has great strength. What the Holy Virgin is not forgottenis this: France is his privileged Kingdom: she will save it. One does well to pray everywhere rosaires and more rosaries: this is the prayer that is the most effective one in the present need."


"Saint Michel Archange, défendez-nous dans le combat; soyez notre secours contre la malice et les embûches du démon. Que Dieu exerce sur lui son empire, nous le demandons en suppliant : et vous, Prince de la milice céleste, repoussé en enfer par la vertu divine, Satan et les autres esprits mauvais, qui rôdent dans le monde pour perdre les âmes."Ainsi soit-il

Prayer to Saint Michael
Saint Michael, Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And you, Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into Hell Satan and the other evil spirits who prowl the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.

The translation is mine and I apologize for any mistakes.

Plus grâce à mes amis à « le Sacré Coeur de Jésus » qui orne mes pages avec les dévouement opportuns. Merci !

Jhesu + Marie!

de Brantigny


Enya - Silent Night in Gaelic

In keeping with my Christmas time spirit, I present Enya singing "Silent Night" in the Gael.

Jhesu Vivate!
de Brantigny


Classic Irish Music!

At Live Ireland you can listen to streamng Irish music, browse throught their gift shop, and get web cam shots of Dublin.

It can be accessed here...

I listen to Channel 1 while I am doing my work, and I enjoy it very much. I am reminded of my Grandfather born in Donegal and the music he used to sing to my brother and me.

de Brantigny

Note: I have not asked for, nor was I offered any renumeration for this post.

The Huron Carol written by St. Jean de Brebeuf / 1593-1649

Christmas Carol in Wyandot (Huron)

Jean de Brebeuf / 1593-1649

We know very little of the early years of Jean de Brebeuf. He was born at Conde-sur-Vire on March 25, 1593, fifteen years before the founding of Quebec by Samuel de Champlain in 1608. Brebeuf himself would see this Quebec on June 19, 1625.

At the age of twenty-four, Jean entered the Jesuit novitiate at Rouen, and ill-health seemed to dog one who later would be remem-bered as the most robust of the blackrobes. Such poor health shortened somewhat his course of studies and brought on an early ordination to the priesthood in February 1622. Three years later he sailed off to Canada, a land that would never forget him.

Brebeuf's initial contacts with the Indians he had come to convert to Christianity were with the Algonkian Montagnais close to Quebec. In his first winter in Canada, 1625-1626, he learned something about the Algonkian language and perhaps still more about Indian ways. He was a shrewd observer and learned quickly and well.

We know that in time this affable Norman would become an expert in the Huron language and culture. He would also write long detailed reports that set him apart as Canada's first serious ethnographer.

HURONIA 1626-1629
Longing to do missionary work among the promising Hurons, he left for their country on July 25, 1626. His companions were a fellow Jesuit Anne de None and a Recollet Father Joseph de la Roche Daillon. Anne de None was forced to withdraw in 1627; la Roche Daillon followed suit in 1628; and Brebeuf himself was recalled by his superior to Quebec in June 1629. The occasion was the imminent capitulation of Quebec to the Kirke brothers fighting on behalf of English interests.

Brebeuf left his mission field with much knowledge of the Huron language and the Huron people but also with a heavy heart. His Huron friends were no less downcast at his - for them - inexplicable depar-ture.

Paul le Jeune, in his Relation of 1633 describes Brebeuf's break with his beloved Hurons in these terms: "When Father Brebeuf was begin-ning to make himself understood, the arrival of the English compelled him to leave these poor people, who said to him at his departure:
'Listen, you have told us that you have ~ Father in heaven who made all, and that he who did not obey Him was cast into the flames. We have asked you to instruct us. When you go away, what shall we do?'"

Most Frenchmen and all missionaries were repatriated to France in this year of 1629. Brebeuf, unaware of the future, now began a round of minor administrative duties in Jesuit houses of Normandy. Actually, he was only marking time. Canada would soon beckon once again!

With the signing of the treaty of Saint-Germain-en-Laye in 1632, France regained control of New France and the blackrobes could resume their interrupted labors. This time Brebeuf set out with two fellow Jesuits, Anthony Daniel, the future martyr, and Ambroise Davost. They arrived in Quebec on May 23,1633. Br6beuf had been away four years.

These three blackrobes set out on the arduous canoe trip to Huronia in July 1634. They did not have an easy time of it, especially Davost who traveled with a surly crew of Hurons. Brebeuf has preserved for us an excellent account of this trip to Huronia in his Relation of 1635. The whole of this Relation which he sent to Le Jeune at Quebec is a mine of information about the trip, the Hurons and the land of Huronia. One simply has to marvel at the direct, forceful and entertaining narrative skill of Brebeuf.

The trip itself from Three Rivers to Huronia covered roughly 800 miles. The route followed by Brebeuf and his companions was the Ottawa river route, for the St. Lawrence river and Lake Ontario pas-sage had been successfully blockaded by the hostile Iroquois bent on destroying both the Huron fur trade and the Hurons themselves.

Paddling their light bark canoes, for hours at a stretch, the Hurons traveled up the St. Lawrence from Three Rivers to the point where this great river met the Ottawa. They then ascended the Ottawa to where it joined, well to the north, the Mattawa which took them to Mud Lake. Further along they crossed large and, at times, rough Lake Nipissing, the region of their friendly allies the Algonkian Nipissings. From the western end of Lake Nipissing they descended the French River until they came to Georgian Bay, a rather large inlet of Lake Huron.

Once they had reached Georgian Bay, the Hurons were back in home waters and at the north-northwest boundary of Huronia.

This long trip, some 800 miles, was not a smooth one, for the rivers were full of dangerous rapids and impassable waterfalls. These natural barriers called for wearisome portages when canoes and equipment had to be laboriously carried or dragged, often long distances over rugged terrain. On this trip, his second to the upper country, Br6beuf counted the number of such portages and noted that the party carried their things thirty-five times and dragged them at least fifty!

As for their food on the way, Brebeuf mentioned that this usually consisted of corn ground somewhat coarsely between two stones. By mixing it with water they made a kind of gruel. Sometimes they ate a bit of fish caught by chance, but usually it had to be purchased from some Indian tribe along the way.

The trip was never a pleasant one, for all had to sleep on the bare earth or on hard rock, and this after trudging often in water, mud and through the dark, entangled forest, where swarms of mosquitoes and black flies made life completely miserable. At night, the missionaries had to sleep beside the exhausted Hurons and endure the inevitable stench of sweaty and unwashed bodies.

Brebeuf also mentioned the long, tiresome silence one was reduced to, especially when ignorant of the Indian tongue.

The paddling, of course, was grueling and prolonged, and could last from shortly after sunrise to sunset. This and the constant portaging left the unaccustomed European bone-weary and exhausted and scarcely made the new day a welcome one. It was indeed a sobering introduction to the mission land of Huronia.

Brebeuf described his own experience of 1634 as follows: "To be sure, I was at times so weary that my body could do no more. But at the same time my soul was filled with great happiness as I realized that I was suffering this for God. No one can know this feeling unless he has experienced it."

A few years later, in 1637, Brebeuf drew up a list of instructions for Jesuit missionaries destined to work among the Hurons. These reflect his own true and tried experience and a special sensitivity towards the Indians themselves: you must love these Hurons, ransomed by the blood of the Son of God, as brothers; you must never keep the Indians waiting at the time of embarking; carry a tinder-box or a piece of burn-ing-glass, or both, to make fire for them during the day for smoking, and in the evening when it is necessary to camp, as these little services win their hearts; try to eat the food they offer you, and eat all you can, for you may not eat again for hours; eat as soon as the day breaks, for Indians, when on the road, eat only at the rising and the setting of the sun; be prompt in embarking and disembarking and do not carry any water or sand into the canoe; be the least troublesome to the Indians; do not ask questions: silence is golden; bear with their imperfections, and you must try always to be and to appear cheerful; share little gifts with them; always carry something during the portages; do not be ceremonious with the Indians; do not paddle unless you intend always to paddle; the Indians will keep later that opinion of you which they have formed during the trip; always show any other Indians you meet on the way a cheerful face and show that you readily accept the fatigues of the journey.

Echon, the name by which Brebeuf was known among the Hurons, arrived safely in Huronia on August 5th. He was warmly welcomed by his friends of 1626-1629, and at first he lodged with a leading Huron, benefiting from the traditional Indian hospitality. Later, Brebeuf de-cided it would be wiser for the missionaries and their French domestics to build a cabin of their own. Accordingly, they erected a simple but solid cabin, Indian style, in the village of Ihonatiria.

In the years that followed, the blackrobes had to contend with all the reluctance of the Hurons to accept new ways and especially new religious beliefs. Illnesses that afflicted the Hurons because of their con-tacts with the whites and because of their lack of basic hygiene com-plicated the missionaries' dealings with the Hurons. Superstitious as a group the Hurons readily blamed the newcomers for any disaster that occurred.

So progress and evangelization were slow. It would be only in June 1637 that Brebeuf would succeed in making his first adult convert in good health, a leading Huron by the name of Pierre Tsiouendaentaha. Because of this man's example and that of the famous Joseph Chiwatenha, a convert two months later, Christianity began to make slow but sure headway.

Yet in 1637 everything nearly ended in total disaster. Dejected by recurring epidemics, crop failures and defeats in battle, those Hurons opposed to the presence of the blackrobes persuaded the council to condemn them to death. The missionaries even drew up a sort of last will and testament. But, even with death staring them in the face, Brebeuf and the others, much to the astonishment of the Hurons, carried on calmly and bravely and finally overcame the crisis.

In 1638, Brebeuf was replaced as superior in Huronia by Jerome Lalemant. He moved to the Huron village of Teanaostaiae. At first, he succeeded admirably, but disaffection set in and Brebeuf and his com-panion Father Chaumonot were severely beaten in an uprising.
Later, after a fruitless mission to the distant Neutral nation, Brebeuf was sent for a respite to Quebec; for one thing, he had a broken left clavicle as a reminder of that dangerous and disheartening trip.

From 1641 to 1644 Brebeuf had to serve his beloved Huronia from Quebec where he acted as provisioner for the missions of Georgian Bay. But even here he was not spared persecution and suffering, in the form of the increasingly bold Iroquois marauders. These "pirates of the fur trade" and of the Huron supply convoys interrupted and pillaged a number of his precious shipments.
The great man finally returned to Huronia in September of 1644. For him it was a moment of profound joy.


In a way the next few years would be the golden years for the Christian faith in Huronia. More and more the Hurons listened to their black-robes, followed instructions with rapt attention and then asked for baptism. The numbers of the baptized increased steadily and by 1647 could be counted in the thousands.

In 1648 Huronia began to crumble under the incessant attacks of the well-armed Iroquois now determined to destroy their long-standing enemy the Huron nation. The Hurons, for all their bravery, were very negligent in maintaining vigilance and allowed themselves time and time again to be ambushed and overrun.

We know that in 1647 no Huron convoy dared go down to trade at Three Rivers. On July 4, 1648 a large force of Iroquois surprised and destroyed Teanaostaiae~, a large Huron outpost to the south. It was a crushing blow. The Iroquois swiftly withdrew before any counter-attack could be mounted against them. On March 16, 1649, 1200 well-armed Iroquois, escaping all notice,
attacked the village of St. Ignace at dawn and seized it and its inhabi-tants with ridiculous ease. A few hours later they besieged the neigh-boring village of St. Louis and, after a short hut fierce struggle, over-whelmed it too. It was here that they laid hands on Brebeuf and his younger companion Gabriel Lalemant. These were dragged off in great triumph to St. Ignace.

Fastened to stakes and summarily subjected to brutal torture the two blackrobes now faced their moment of martyrdom, and it had come suddenly and without warning.

Brebeuf was assailed with blows to his head, face, shoulders, loins and legs. Yet all he thought of was his beloved Hurons now fellow captives. "My children," he said to them, "let us lift our eyes to heaven at the height of our afflictions; let us remember that God is the witness of our sufferings, and will soon be our exceeding great reward. Let us die in this faith; and let us hope from his goodness the fulfillment of his promises. I have more pity for you than for myself; but sustain with courage the few remaining torments. They will end with our lives. The glory which follows them will never have an end."

"Echon," these said to him, "our spirits will be in heaven when our bodies shall be suffering on earth. Pray to God for us, that he may show us mercy. We will invoke him even until death."

For the next few hours it was torture by fire, necklaces of red-hot hatchets, burning-coals, mutilation, mock baptism with boiling water and scalping. "Father Jean de Brebeuf," writes his friend Paul Ragueneau, "suffered like a rock, insensible to the fires and the flames, with-out uttering any cry, and keeping a profound silence, which astonished his executioners themselves. No doubt, his heart was then reposing in his God. Then, returning to himself, he preached to those infidels, and still more to many Christian captives, who had compassion on him."

Death came for this stalwart blackrobe about four p.m., on that March 16, 1649. He who could be described as an apostle, a brave adventurer, a skilled writer, a careful ethnologist, a man of vision had now become a martyr. His goodness was legendary with all who had known him - Champlain, his Jesuit brethren who loved and admired him, Mere Marie de l'Incarnation and thousands of unknown Hurons.

In a tale briefly told, it is so easy to leave much unsaid. We must under-stand, however, that this man was a real apostle and a man of "eminent holiness." God for him was a huge, pressing reality and he longed to share his faith and deep happiness with others, especially those who had never heard of Him. For him, the Indians were his brothers and sisters in the Lord.

Simple and straightforward, Brebeuf possessed a gentleness that won hearts. No one could question his courage, his love of the cross and his dedication. He was also one of those quiet, effective leaders among men. Yet, like all the saints, he was so unsure of himself before God. With disarming simplicity he wrote on one occasion: For fear that God should cut me off at the root, as a fruitless tree, I have prayed him that he still suffer me to stand, this year; and I have promised Him that I would yield Him better fruits than in the past."

Brebeuf died at the age of fifty-six years by the kind of death fitting for the first apostle to the Hurons. Church authorities recognized this officially on June 29,1930, when Jean de Brebeuf and his companions were canonized by Pope Pius XI.

Inspired by an article by Joseph Fromm at "Good Jesuit,Bad Jesuit". Merci...

Biography from Wayandot Nation...

Dieu le Roy!
de Brantigny

The Huron Carol ('Twas In The Moon of Winter Time)

'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn,
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found;
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there.
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy.
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.

Napoleon in Egypt

Let me start by saying that I am not a fan of the Ogre, (or of the Ogre's descendants). He was and remains an anti-Christ, who plunged the world into war after war, due to his megalomaniac designs and delusions of grandeur.

I realize that France regards him to this day as the great national hero, reflected by his crypt in Les Invalides, and the number of books written about him. His maneuvers and "Maxims" (I have a copy) have been studied in every military academy and school in the world. His laws are the basis of many European legal systems.

Many have forgotten the misery that he and his supporters foisted upon the continent, only his Empire which stretched from Moscow to the Atlantic Ocean and from the Baltic to the Mediterranean are remembered.

Catherine Delors reports on an exhibition in Paris at the Institut du Monde Arabe, (Institute of the Arab World) entitled Bonaparte et l'Egypte: Feu et Lumière ("Bonaparte and Egypt: Fire and Light"). "...Ambitious title, and my expectations for this exhibition were high, but the show fell flat..."

Catherine continues... "So what was missing? For one thing the rooms were small, stifling the epic feeling the subject begged for. For instance Gros's gigantic, iconic painting, Bonaparte visitant les pestiférés de jaffa ("Bonaparte Visiting the Plague Victims of Jaffa") was absent, and presented only on tiny television screens. The show also frequently lapsed into cheap orientalism, with a hodgepodge of objects of limited artistic or historical interest." More of her description may be found here...

Bonaparte was indeed a great man but as many dictators, when he fell it was justified. Unlike another dictator who fell in the next century he did not commit suicide after the total destruction of his country. He entered into history, to me not as a hero to be emulated but a character to be avoided.

Thank you Catherine for your article, a tip of the Beret to you... The irony of this exhibition has not escaped me.

Dieu Sauve le Roy!
de Brantigny


Le Domaine de Marie-Antoinette

Anabel La Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina presents a 5 minute journey to Versailles in the accompanied by Claude Debussey.

Merci Anabel!

Dieu le Roy!
de Brantigny