ON THE VICE OF IMPURITY ~ by St Alphonsus Ligouri
Our Lady revealed to Jacinta of Fatima between December 1919 and February 1920 when Jacinta died: "More souls go to hell because of sins of the flesh than for any other reason. Certain fashions will be introduced which will offend Our Lord very much. WOE TO WOMEN WANTING IN MODESTY"!
For people of good will who are praying and sincerely seeking to get to heaven, the devil usually does not succeed by offering direct temptations such as sexual mortal sins outside of marriage, but the devil usually succeeds in convincing us that we have time to overcome certain vices, and we can repent and amend our lives before death. Always tomorrow!
By now, ecclesiastical Masonry has almost totally infiltrated the Catholic Church, with the help of many Masonic cardinals and bishops, especially in the formation of priests and bishops in the seminaries and Catholic Universities. Thus when you read below these brief excerpts, try to consider and realize the fundamental difference between the documents of the Catholic Church well summarized in the Catechism of the Catholic Church for adults (CCC); ed. 1992, promulgated by Pope John Paul II (http://www.vatican.va/archive/ENG0015/_INDEX.HTM) and the writings of the saints, with what we hear in the Catholic Church since 2013, including ‘Amoris Latitae’! Remember well, the Truth comes from the Creator, not from the creatures, and thus not even from the Church. THE CHURCH IS THE SERVANT OF THE TRUTH, not the Author of the Truth (Jn 14:6). The Church must protect and defend the precious gift of the Truth, not change the truth in a hidden sly way to please the world. Thus no priest, bishop or pope can change the Truth of Divine Revelation given by God during the history of humanity, infallibly explained in the documents of the Catholic Church.
ON THE VICE OF IMPURITY ~ by St. Alphonsus Ligouri
Saint Jerome says, that the vice of impurity, when habitual, will cease when the unhappy man who indulges in it, is cast into the fire of Hell. "O infernal fire, lust, whose fuel is gluttony, whose sparks are brief conversations, whose end is Hell". The unchaste become like the vulture that waits to be killed by the fowler, rather than abandon the rottenness of the dead bodies on which it feeds.
This is what happened to a young female, who, after having lived in the habit of sin with a young man, fell sick, and appeared to be converted. At the hour of death, she asked leave of her confessor to send for the young man, in order to exhort him to change his life at the sight of her death.
The confessor very imprudently gave the permission, and taught her what she should say to her accomplice in sin. But listen to what happened. As soon as she saw him, she forgot her promise to the confessor and the exhortation she was to give to the young man. And what did she do? She raised herself up, sat in the bed, stretched her arms to him, and said: Friend, I have always loved you, and even now, at the end of my life, I love you; I see that on your account I shall go to Hell, but I do not care; I am willing, for the love of you, to be damned. After these words, she fell back on the bed and expired. These facts are related by Father Segneri.
Oh! how difficult is it for a person who has contracted a habit of this vice, to amend his life and return sincerely to God! how difficult is it for him not to terminate this habit in Hell, like the unfortunate young woman of whom I have just spoken.
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TRUTH ABOUT CASUAL SEX
No one told me the truth about sex before I had a lot of sex...
Not the kind of truth that slides into schoolbooks or locker room talk or gets whispered at sleepovers under half-drunk breath. I had to live it. I had to wake up in someone’s bed with my soul scraped thin and my body pretending it didn’t just memorize a stranger’s breath like a love story. I had to learn that the body is an altar, and not everyone deserves to kneel at it.
They say sex is just physical. But I’ve felt the aftershocks of a single night echo through my nervous system for months. I’ve stayed too long with men who weren’t good for me...not because I didn’t know better, but because my cells already believed we were one thing. Because oxytocin doesn’t understand red flags. Because dopamine will make a prison feel like paradise. Because orgasm isn’t just a climax, it’s a binding contract written in chemistry and signed in vulnerability.
I’ve watched people confuse intensity for intimacy. I’ve done it. Skin to skin before heart to heart. Bed before truth... and we think we’re modern for that, we call it freedom...but what if it’s just a different kind of enslavement?
One where we give away pieces of our sovereignty in exchange for a moment of connection we didn’t earn.
What they don’t tell you is this: sex rewires you. It maps your memory, it softens your instincts, it makes you stay when every part of your logic is screaming “run.” And even if you tell yourself it doesn’t matter, even if you say you’re detached, your body still remembers. There is no such thing as casual when your nervous system is that involved.
And we don’t need to shame the wild. I’m not here to be shaming choices. I believe in sacred chaos. In lust that tastes like lightning. But let’s stop pretending that we can screw like animals and not feel like ghosts when it’s over.
Because sex, real sex in your soul felt sex, isn’t just about climax. It’s about collapse. It’s about letting someone inside your orbit so deeply that your whole inner world tilts. And that? That should be earned. That should be sacred.
So no, sex was never just a handshake. It’s a soul exchange. And if we remembered that, maybe we’d stop giving our bodies to people who haven’t even earned our eye contact.
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Father Joseph Dwight (http://josephdwight.blogspot.com)
