Quod Scripsi Scripsi has a new home. Transferring over 700 posts was no picnic. It was useful to find all errors, typos, misspellings, broken links and the like. I am sure many are still out there. Let me know if you see one. I will be grateful. So this is the first post this January 1, 2026. Soon I will be setting up the various parts of the Substack new home. God willing, by February 1st I should be decommissioning the old blog and pointing the domain here. The domain to keep is: quodscripsi.substack.com

A Blessed New Year to all my readers. Remember to subscribe. It’s free!

Apologies!

I was so tired at the end of the transfer that I got mixed up with the year numbers. The mistakes have been corrected. I am sure there are additional mistakes in all that material, a line or two may be missing, etc. Some articles may be posted in the wrong order. As the year progresses I hope to iron out the details. There is still a lot to do and I have various kettles boiling at the same time: legal docs, tax season beginning, new attacks and so on. Some people do not like Jesus at all but that comes with the territory and the benefits are out of this world!

The last post on the venerable old blog

The last month of 2025 came with more news that one could possibly bear. Attacks on crowds, good men being killed, killings in colleges, children killing parents and parents killing children … Finally a President of the United States acknowledges in black ink that imported narcotics are a weapon unleashed on a population that has been degraded by decades of rudderless morals, for-profit wars, printing of worthless paper money, declining salaries, ever growing prices, and abominable “education”!

Consider the so called Vision of George Washington. It seems to me that it represents what we have been living for some time now.

«And again I heard the mysterious voice saying “Son of the Republic, look and learn.” At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa. Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: From each of these countries arose thick, black clouds that were soon joined into one. Throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men, who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America. Our country was enveloped in this volume of cloud, and I saw these vast armies devastate the whole county and burn the villages, towns and cities that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of sword, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I heard again the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn” When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. “Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word Union, and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were well nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle […] Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn.” As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious!»

Say anything you want about the spurious nature of those words that appeared published more than a century ago, right after the American Civil War. Somehow the author managed to paint a picture of the last four decades of US history.

This blogger of yours has been under attack even years before the events of September 11, 2001. I did not know back then that I was under attack. I never thought of myself as anyone special, someone with a mission, nothing of that sort. But some personal experiences of the last few years are making me wonder. You see, lately —perhaps this is due to Divine Providence, I do not know— I was able to connect together a number of things from the past and a clear pattern is beginning to emerge. I always thought that there was a flaw in my character that escaped my comprehension and cause some people to have a bad disposition towards me. After a while one gets used to the actions of nasty men and one learns to avoid them. If frequent enough, one naturalizes the nastiness and learns to live with it until a sudden increase wakes one up.

Well, that is what has happened lately here. I was relating a tiny part of it to a friend on the phone and his reaction was “That is a harrowing tale!” – I am very grateful to that kind friend of mine for listening to my account of what is going on.

Needless to say, one more time I need to ask for your prayers and (if you are so inclined) a material donation. The battle is about to start and I do not discount to pay the ultimate price. The complete story with names, etc. is already written and in good hands. Should something happen to me, it will be published. I hope I never have to do that.

Thank you. I promise to keep you posted.