Category Archives: Medieval Times

Pascal Vives’ victory against the Moors

Medieval illuminated manuscript of Mass being said

medieval picture of knights on horseback

As Europe faces its invasions of the ‘Moors’ and the near destruction of everything Christendom is and was, remember Pascal Vives and his victory.

http://traditioninaction.org/religious/h148_Masses.htm

In The History of Spain (Historia de España), the Spanish Jesuit Fr. Juan de Mariana (1536-1624) speaks of a Spanish warrior named Pascal Vives who had a great devotion to the Holy Mass and assisted daily at one or more.

It happened that while he was serving under the standard of the Count of Castile, a large body of Moors, who had already conquered the greater part of Spain, laid seige to the castle of the Count. The garrison, being totally unprepared to stand a siege, were reduced to dire distress, and the Count resolved to make a sally with all his men and risk their lives in a desperate attempt to drive back the Moors.

Pascal Vives remained in the Church to hear more Masses 

The next morning the Count with all his soldiers heard Mass. Then, trusting in the divine assistance, they sallied forth against his enemies. But Pascal Vives remained in the church and heard eight Masses, one after another, praying fervently that victory might be on the Count’s side.

While he prayed thus and his comrades fought, the latter saw Pascal Vives mounted on his charger making a gallant onslaught upon the Moors, hewing them down on every side! Calling to the soldiers to follow him, Pascal Vives fearlessly broke the ranks of the enemy, carried off their colors and wrought great havoc amongst them.

The contest lasted nearly four hours, only ceasing at the time when the eighth Mass, at which Pascal had assisted, was ended. The Moors were completely routed. The victory was universally ascribed to Pascal’s heroic bravery, and the Count gave orders that he should have all the honor of it.

But, when all was over Pascal had disappeared. He was sought for all over the battlefield, but nowhere was he to be found. The fact was he had stayed in the church, and there he ramained almost all day. For he was ashamed to leave it, fearing lest the soldiers should mock him for a coward and the Count dismiss him from his service. No tidings of the battle had reached him and he did not know which side had gained the day.

Presently the Count, thinking it likely that Pascal had gone to the church to give thanks to Almighty God for the victory, bade his followers go there in search of him. Pascal was accordingly found and brought into the presece of the Count and his officers.

When all began to compliment him on his prowess and say that the victory they had won was, under God, to be ascribed to him, he was perfectly astonished and knew not what to say. After a short space, interiorly enlightened by God, he confessed the truth, declaring that he had taken no part in the contest, but had during the whole time been in the church where he had heard eight Masses.

The soldiers would not believe what he said, persisting that they had seen him with their own eyes in the thick of the fray and had heard him calling on them to fight valiantly.

Then Pascal answered: “If it really is as you say, the brave knight who bore my semblance must have been my Guardian Angel, for I assure you I have not been out of the church today. Praise God with me and give thanks to Him from your hearts for having sent you an Angel, with whose assistance you were enabled to vanquish the foe.

“But learn from this how pleasing it is to God that we should assist at Mass, and how profitable it is to us, for I am convinced that had I not heard those Masses, my Angel would not have appeared to you and led you on to so signal a victory.”

In these and other words he exhorted the soldiers to be very fervent in hearing Mass.

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Christendom & the Church

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The Catholic Church was the foundation of the great magnificence of Christendom.  With that, it has and continues to gain the ire of the world, the worst enemy of the Church because its father is satan, who has worked for the downfall of the Church since its inception.  The world’s defeat will be due to the restoration of Christendom in the Church, our families and society, which is the kingdom of God.

~Damsel of the Faith

“The issue was between two forces. On the one hand was the instinct which we all have within us, that Europe is Catholic, must live as Catholic, or must die; that in the anarchic religious rebellion was peril of death to our art, our culture, to that from which they proceed, our religious vision. On the other had arisen an intense, fierce, increasing hatred against the Mass, the Blessed Sacrament, the whole transcendental scheme; a hatred such that all who felt it were, in spite of a myriad differences, in common alliance. That hatred fed upon an original popular indignation against the corruption of the clergy, and especially against their financial claims. But the hatred was far older than any such late medieval trouble; it was as old as the presence of the Catholic Church in this world.

~Hilaire Belloc, HOW THE REFORMATION HAPPENED, p. 90

“For centuries in Europe one of the great—if not the greatest source of [cultural] energy came from the spirit of the continent’s religion. It drove people to war and stirred them to defense. It also drove Europe to the greatest heights of human creativity.”

~Douglas Murray

 

My Knightly Poem featured on Catholic Truth

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https://catholictruthblog.com/2017/01/25/knight-day-fighting-the-good-fight/

By way of introduction, Catholic Truth is the premier Traditional Catholic Newsletter for Scotland. The “Editor”, founder and publisher of the newsletter is a devoted supporter of my blog, for which I thank her. I recommend everyone read her excellent newsletter.

Special thanks to Editor for publishing my poem. If you have not read my poem, I reproduce it here.

Knight & Day: Fighting the Good Fight!

From Damsel of the Faith (USA) – By email…

I thought the readers of Catholic truth, especially our Catholic men, would enjoy this poem, personally composed by myself. May it inspire you all to keep fighting for the truth of Catholic Tradition.

“Rise up, knight, the Holy Church needs you to fight for her honor against those who would dishonor such a great and glorious Queen.

Faith, Charity, Truth, Valor, Prudence and Fortitude, these are your beatitudes, with the whole armor of God and your feet shod to proclaim the Gospel of Our Lord and God.

Fearless and courageous, with the sword of truth in your hand and the love of Christ in your heart to reach the promised land.

Where art her defenders in her greatest hour, to wrest the forces of evil from those who are in power, for the hour grows late?

Stand out from the rest in your courage and bravery, militancy and hatred for the slavery of Modernism, for then we shall see who is the best.

Fight like you mean it for truth, justice and honor, and for all that is right, with your whole mind, soul and might for this is the hallmark of a true knight.

When the hour grows late and weary you grow, remember who you fight for, namely the Church of the Lord, with all manner of foes inflicting upon her the most bitter of blows to bring her to ruin.

To Rome you must ride with the Holy Angels of God on your side, for Christendom, the Church, in Hoc Signo Vinces, until she arise with the newness of life in her eyes, at her glorious and grand restoration.

Satan encamps around the Church of our Master always inflicting all sorts of disaster, to cause the destruction of souls in the hereafter, always with such gleeful laughter.

And so, Knight of the Church, fight you must for your duty to God is to be militant and brave, for His honor and glory so that souls might be saved.

Rise up, knight. The Church is in need of brave knights who will never give up the fight, to fight till the death even till the very last breath, for the Bride of Christ, the Holy Church.”

Comment:

how many Catholics today, including those raised in the Church prior to Vatican II, remember their obligation to be “Knights” – or “Soldiers of Jesus Christ”? Not many, by my reckoning – what thinkest thou? Or, in all truth, was there ever a time when the laity properly understood their vocation to be Soldiers of Christ – and were encouraged by the clergy to fight the good fight?

With thanks to “Damsel of the Faith” for sending us the above lovely poem.

~Damsel of the Faith

 

“Poem for the Knights of the Church” by the Damsel

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This poem was personally written by myself.  What are your thoughts?

Rise up, knight, the Holy Church needs you
to fight for her honor against those who would
dishonor such a great and glorious Queen.

Faith, Charity, Truth, Valor, Prudence and
Fortitude, these are your beatitudes, with the
whole armor of God and your feet shod to
proclaim the Gospel of Our Lord and God.

Fearless and courageous, with the sword
of truth in your hand and the love of Christ
in your heart to reach the promised land.

Where art her defenders in her greatest
hour, to wrest the forces of evil from those
who are in power, for the hour grows late?

Stand out from the rest in your courage and
bravery, militancy and hatred for the slavery of
Modernism, for then we shall see who is the best.

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Fight like you mean it for truth, justice and honor,
and for all that is right, with your whole mind, soul
and might for this is the hallmark of a true knight.

When the hour grows late and weary you grow,
remember who you fight for, namely the Church
of the Lord, with all manner of foes inflicting upon
her the most bitter of blows to bring her to ruin.

To Rome you must ride with the Holy Angels of God
on your side, for Christendom, the Church, in Hoc
Signo Vinces, until she arise with the newness of
life in her eyes, at her glorious and grand restoration.

Satan encamps around the Church of our Master
always inflicting all sorts of disaster, to cause the
destruction of souls in the hereafter, always with
such gleeful laughter.

And so, Knight of the Church, fight you must for
your duty to God is to be militant and brave, for
His honor and glory so that souls might be saved.

Rise up, knight. The Church is in need of brave
knights who will never give up the fight, to
fight till the death even till the very last breath,
for the Bride of Christ, the Holy Church.”

~Damsel of the Faith

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Beowulf

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/50114

The picture is “Beowulf” by Howard David Johnson. Beowulf, in my opinion, is one of the greatest poems in existence. It is the oldest surviving poem in Old English. The poem teaches us that the battle is ultimately between good and evil, always, both in reality and even folklore. Old literature is valuable to me, for the story it tells, the Christian principles it teaches and the virtues it expounds, such as loyalty, bravery, courage, generosity, brotherly love, valor, militancy and heroism, as the poem, Beowulf, does. This is so truthful yet so very lost. In desperate need to be recovered.

La Belle Dame De Merci

 

“La Belle Dame De Merci” by Sir Frank Dicksee. This beautiful piece hangs on my bedroom wall and is my favorite work of art. The painting is based off of John Keats’ ballard “The Beautiful Lady without Mercy” and portrays a lady leaning in for a kiss from her knight. Chivalry and true love is perfectly represented and expressed in this piece. The colors and artistic appeal make it truly stunning.

La Belle Dame De Merci

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful,a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.