In light of the previous post, I offer the following 'fictional' account, for my fellow delusionists.
of Circumambulation of the Holy Horologium,
in better days.
After the Archbishop of Canterbury, blessed William Temple, stood in the House of Lords (on 23 March 1943), and pleaded for, of all things, the Jews of Europe, the decision was taken, at the highest levels, to eliminate him. In October of 1944, his tea was poisoned by special operatives, posing as newly installed Archdeacons, and the body swiftly cremated, to preclude the findings of an autopsy. Later, what little remained was mixed into an imposing concrete block, to prevent all future efforts at recovering DNA. Note that neither Roosevelt nor Stalin were consulted regarding these undisclosed events (despite being card-carrying members of PECUSA and PECUSSR, respectively).
The arch-Mason, Geoffrey Fisher, was duly installed and, for services rendered, eventually created a Life Peer. He published many heretical tracts, shrewdly posing as though a Catholic primate. The undoing of the true church was now well under way, commencing with the deformation of canon law (including the infamous regularizings of the unspeakable irregularities of the combined Synod of Hong Kong and Macao).
all the pages of this tome were purposefully blank!
Well-known for his popular ecumenical pronouncements -- such as "The very worst the Bomb can do is to sweep a vast number of People from this world into the next into which they must all go anyway" -- Fisher oversaw the greatest treachery known to man, from within. Indeed, thanks to Freemasons in MI5 and the CIA, during his visit to Pope John XXIII in 1960, he was instructed to inject a weaponized form of LSD into the skin of the reigning pontiff, through his specially designed finger ring. This, it seems, resulted in the Second Vatican Council (a dissembling subterfuge, designed to convince loyal Englishmen that the Romans were, in reality, now just like us).
Since October 1944, the seat has been vacant and Lambeth Palace, formerly of the Collis Quirinalis, inhabited by many false pretenders. Therefore, you should consider worshipping exclusively at parishes staffed by faithful priests of the Society of Blessed William Laud (SBWL), the only true inheritors (and conservators) of Anglican tradition.
A mossy place, a Merlin's Hall, a dream;
P. S. Thanks to an Enigma machine, recently purloined from Bletchley Park, newly decoded teletypes, alongside other messages secreted in various gourds, passed between the dastardly Fisher and a special agent known only as 'A. Bugnini', will be made available -- should I live so long, Deus volens! -- in a future series of postings.
P. P. S. Eventually I hope to produce a full-fledged documentary, composed of numerous episodes, which are as stirring and compelling as, for instance, this one is.