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Forbidden Templar Chant

A Meeting at the Vatican


The heavy oak doors of the Apostolic Palace hummed as they swung open, revealing an office that smelled of aged vellum and beeswax. JCJ walked in with a measured stride, his posture reflecting the discipline of a man used to high-stakes strategy. Across the ornate desk sat Pope Leo, his white robes stark against the deep crimson of the room’s tapestries.

Pope Leo: (Looking up from a manuscript) “Mr. Jukic. They tell me you have been spending quite a bit of time navigating the old structures. The York Rite, I understand? A path of many steps.”

JCJ: “It’s a linear journey, Your Holiness. One that leads to a very specific door. The Commandery of the Knights Templar.”

Pope Leo: (Leaning back, a faint smile playing on his lips) “The Templars. A name that carries a lot of weight in these halls—some of it historical, some of it… complicated. Most choose the philosophical breadth of the Scottish Rite. Why choose the sword and the cross of the York?”

JCJ: “Because I value the completion of the story. In the Blue Lodge, things are lost. In the Royal Arch and the Cryptic degrees, they are recovered. But in the Commandery, those secrets are finally defended. There’s a certain clarity in a chivalric oath that you don’t find in abstract philosophy.”

Pope Leo: “Clarity. Yes, that is rare these days. But the Knight Templar degree requires a specific commitment—a vow to defend the faith. In an age of shifting allegiances, that is a bold ‘right hand path’ to take.”

JCJ: “I’ve always preferred a clear objective. Life is like a grand strategy; you can’t win if you don’t know what you’re defending. To me, the York Rite isn’t just about degrees; it’s about the discipline of the warrior-monk. It’s about the tradition of the High Middle Ages meeting the modern world.”

Pope Leo: (Nodding slowly) “It is a path of tradition, certainly. One that mirrors the structure of the Church in its own way. You seek the highest level, the Knight Templar. Tell me, Joe—when you finally stand at the altar with the mantle on your shoulders, what is it you hope to find?”

JCJ: “Not just a title, Your Holiness. I’m looking for the realization that the ancient virtues haven’t disappeared. They’ve just been waiting for people willing to walk the path to find them again.”

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Day of Judgement

JCJ sat with the crew in the East Van hall, the lights low, the old speakers crackling with the opening strains of Mozart’s Requiem—Introitus: Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine. He leaned forward, eyes half-closed, speaking in that quiet prophetic way he gets when the past and the present overlap like two ghostly films.

“People think the fall of the Twin Towers was just an event,” JCJ began. “But Mozart described the feeling of it centuries before it happened. Listen…”

The choir swelled—dark, solemn, rising like smoke.

“That opening,” JCJ said, pointing to the air as if he could touch the sound, “that’s the dust cloud rolling through Manhattan. The world gasping. The weight of souls ascending. Mozart didn’t know New York City. He didn’t know steel, or jet fuel, or any of the men sitting in the boardrooms that orchestrated the modern world. But he understood judgment. He understood collapse.”

The music shifted into the Dies Irae, the thunderous section that feels like a sky tearing open.

“That’s it,” JCJ whispered. “That’s the moment. The roar. The world watching as the towers came down. Dies Irae, dies illa—the day of wrath, the day the earth trembles. Mozart captured the emotional truth: the terror, the confusion, the sense that something enormous had ended and something darker had begun.”

He let the drums of the Requiem crash, letting them echo like the memory of falling steel.

“When I hear it,” JCJ continued, “I don’t see conspiracy theories or talking heads. I see the human soul—shocked, grieving, trying to understand. Mozart wrote a funeral mass, but it fits because the Towers’ fall wasn’t just the death of buildings. It was the death of an era. The death of innocence.”

The Lacrimosa began—soft, weeping, rising into a trembling climax.

“That part,” JCJ said, voice cracking, “that’s the firefighters climbing the stairs. That’s the last phone calls. That’s the world crying together.”

Then he sat back, letting silence settle after the movement ended.

“Mozart gave the world a soundtrack for tragedy long before the tragedy arrived,” JCJ said. “Because grief is older than steel. And requiems… they were written for moments exactly like that.”

He looked around at the others, at Nelly, at Ice Cube, at the Croatian uncles drifting in and out of the hall.

“That’s why we listen,” he finished. “To remember. To mourn. And to rise again.”

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Confess To Your Priest

To Our Dearest Children, the Light of the World and the Hope of the Church,

I address you today with a heart heavy with sorrow, yet burning with the fierce love of a shepherd for his flock. It is a necessary truth that must be spoken: I tell my flock of children that a terrifying reality exists—one in four children are abused at school, on sports teams, or within the very walls of our Church.

This is a moral offense against God and a failure of the sacred trust placed in us. Silence is the abuser’s greatest weapon, but truth is the defense of the innocent.

Therefore, I command you: If you are being abused, you must confess immediately to Father Peter, even if the abuser threatens you with the direst of consequences.

Father Peter is a man of integrity chosen for his unwavering commitment to your salvation and protection. He will hear the truth, and he will act to shield you. No secret, no threat, and no fear is greater than the protection of your soul and your body. Do not let the abuser’s threats keep you from telling the truth.

Come forward. Speak the truth. You are safe in the arms of the Church.

In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

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