Cosmos-Liturgy-Sex

Catholic, Brescia Women’s College out of Ontario, had recently invited a hostile, hate mongering feminist named Michele Landsberg to speak at a ‘Women Making Change‘ conference in conjunction with International Women’s Day.  Her talk was to be called “The F-Word: Fearless, Funny, Fast-Forward and Fabulous…Feminism.” Like most radical feminists, Landsberg is an sworn enemy of orthodox Christianity and hater of anyone and everything pro-life.

Will no priest or minister publicly resolve to stop the indoctrination of youth to view abortion as murder?

Is none ashamed of the blood-drenched holocaust vocabulary used so cynically (and anti-semitically) to whip up fervor for the crusade?

Where are the outspoken cries of conscience by bishops and cardinals who should be appalled by the evidence of links between anti-abortion fanatics and far-right militias, neo Nazis, and white supremacists? Is there no religious leader who regrets his church’s role in feeding this blind frenzy?

Will none of them repent of their excesses, will none call a halt to their sickeningly manipulative campaigns of ‘precious little feet,’ their fake ‘documentaries’ about screaming fetuses? You’d think that the world had enough lessons in the dangers of hate speech.”

My initial reaction to people like this is typically one of anger and condemnation because, I rationalize, this kind of hate speech not only distorts the truth of my faith and who I am, but also because of the danger it brings. I am offended and judge her to be all about hate through her slandering of those who are just like me. I feel anger and animosity towards her as a person because of her lies. Subsequently, I may get some sort of consolation assuming she will get hers in the end for her part in indoctrinating others to hate me and others who believe as I do. Non-heroically, I reluctantly carry a burden of paranoia, while trying to be a “good” Catholic in the public eye, but being well aware of the faceless others who will hate me for who they think I am - all because of the lies.

Obviously it’s especially difficult to let the “ill feelings” go, if those “others” hate and wish bad things upon you. Forgiving and forgetting among those with whom we have contact is one thing, but how about those those whom we will never meet or come in contact? It all comes through grace, but I try, so that I may will it, to examine myself more closely. Learning that our subconscious mind, so many times, significantly contributes to self-destructive, selfish behaviors. We become who we are, by how we react to life’s events - some over which we have no control. In reality, we are so often blind to how we come across to others, or why we do the things we do. Things are not aways as they seem to others and conversely to me.

In the case of so many among the radical activist ranks, there are the walking wounded who suffer from unmet emotional needs, neglect, seductions and possible other abuses which occurred during their lives. Sometimes, a nerve can be struck when someone says or does something that reminds them of their past which creates somewhat of an “emotional time warp” transferring their emotional past of anger, fear and inadequacy into the present. In other words, they react to someone in terms of what they are afraid of or what and who they think they see when, in reality, they know so very little at all. Like so many of our reactions, this happens without our knowing why we feel and react the way we do. In psychological terms, this is known as transference, and the reaction to it (or our reaction to Michele Landsberg) is known as counter transference. Depending on the situation, on the negative side - transference can produce a destructive hatred based specifically upon the individual’s personal illusion.

As it is, I’m still a work in progress.

It is not always within your power to control your feelings. You will recognize that you have love if, after having experienced annoyance and contradiction, you do not lose your peace, but pray for those who have made you suffer and wish them well. - as told to Saint Faustina, Diary, 1628

Source of story on Michele Landsberg: LifeSite