#Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus!

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Beato Pio IX Quanto conficiamur ... contro il liberalismo e cosa è l'Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus

La meravigliosa enciclica del Beato Pontefice Pio IX “Quanto conficiamur moerore”, anti-liberale, contro certo liberalismo entrato nella Chiesa: “di Emancipatrice del Clero Italiano (così comunemente chiamate) e altre ancora, animate dallo stesso spirito perverso” – afferma il Pontefice, fondamentale anche per capire il vero senso del dogma cattolico nella famosa frase: “Extra Ecclesiam nulla…

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#apostasia #extra ecclesiam nulla salus #liberalismo #Pio IX #Quanto conficiamur moerore

[ultramontanism]

Pope Gregory XVI, 1832: Mirari Vos:

13. Now We consider another abundant source of the evils with which the Church is afflicted at present: indifferentism. This perverse opinion is spread on all sides by the fraud of the wicked who claim that it is possible to obtain the eternal salvation of the soul by the profession of any kind of religion, as long as morality is maintained. Surely, in so clear a matter, you will drive this deadly error far from the people committed to your care. With the admonition of the apostle that “there is one God, one faith, one baptism”[16] may those fear who contrive the notion that the safe harbor of salvation is open to persons of any religion whatever. They should consider the testimony of Christ Himself that “those who are not with Christ are against Him,”[17] and that they disperse unhappily who do not gather with Him. Therefore “without a doubt, they will perish forever, unless they hold the Catholic faith whole and inviolate.”[18]

[16] Eph 4.5. [17] Lk 11.23. [18] Symbol .s. Athanasius.

#indifferentism #catholic #religious freedom #ecumenism #gregory XVI #mirari vos #extra ecclesiam nulla salus

[blissfulip]

—Legion

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Priest!Viktor x F!demon!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Priest Kink, Blasphemy, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Flagellation, Demon Sex, Demon Summoning, Demon/Human Relationships, demon reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Post medieval era, Dubious Science, Church Sex, Roman Catholicism, Catholic Guilt, Improper Use of Catholic Rituals, Shameless Smut, Masturbation

Cw: blood, self flagellation, masturbation

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I.

Extra ecclesiam nulla salus. 

 There is a certain comfort in fear. When you see what awaits you at the gaping, harrowing mouth of hell, knowledge of the place you must avoid, ultimately, is power. There was a time when Viktor pitied those who did not know—those who lived despondent lives, unaware and unafraid of damnation. Recently, he had found himself wishing he knew less. 

 A ravening beast with a thousand bloody teeth, inside its mouth a cauldron, and in it the souls of the accursed with sin, boiling over scorching flames as legions of fiendish demons dragged in multitudes more. This image plagued Viktor’s mind without rest, be it vividly in his dreams, in the colossal fresco at the entrance of his local cathedral, or in the comical props onstage at the theater plays. 

 The parish clergy that had taken him in as a kid had made the mistake of noticing his outstanding intelligence and awarding him time to dedicate to studying philosophy, a privilege that many of the choir monks and lay brothers did not receive. In university, philosophy had turned into physics, and soon that turned into astronomy, which he had to keep a secret on account of the recent prohibitions put in place by Paul V’s Inquisition over the study of Copernican theories. 

 After he was ordained and returned to his home cathedral, this once silent yet innocent interest had turned into complete secrecy, and the fear of God that had once given him solace now tormented him. At times he considered giving up on his work; the mechanical objections of Copernican theory should not be of this much significance to him after all; there had to be something of value in what Thomas Aquinas had to say, and perhaps Agustine of Hippo had some good points. Nevertheless, it was the night sky that called to him, and even this far from it, he could not escape. 

 But outside the church there is no salvation , and Viktor knew that even if he was never to be condemned as a heretic in life, what awaited him in death was a flaming tomb at Epicure's side. Quod extra ecclesiam nulla salus. 

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His parish was a pious one, but Viktor would refuse to receive lithe from the members of his church. The first time he tried this, the bishop was immediately alerted, and he was secluded to live in the small room inside the chapel as a ‘punishment’ for his impertinence. Viktor did not mind; the lands he had been previously allotted were too much to care for on his own, with cleaning being especially hard once his leg would start tiring out, and the presence of the personnel of lay brothers that would follow him around made his studies impossible; thus, the contained space of the church was comfortable to live in on his own.

 It had been a particularly cold morning. The week before, he had received word of the imminent visit of his diocesan bishop, and the impending possibility of his stay at any moment in the near future had tied his eyebrows into a permanent knot and his shoulders into a tense bundle of nerves since that morning. 

 To his dismay, the state of his works had made no decent progress, his journal being nothing more than a few numbers and three words on a painfully empty piece of parchment. He understood Latin; he had studied it at length in university, but when he took a break to read the Bible, the words on it floated around aimlessly, in a messy concoction of nothing. 

 “Per fidem enim ambulamus et non per speciem,” he repeated to himself in a whisper, and then closed the pages lethargically. 

 He read the cover of a white volume that had been lying on his desk for over a month now. He was sure he would have possibly agreed with what Foscarini had to say, so the feeling of dread he felt every time he laid eyes upon the title was mystifying to him. Though it made sense after some reflection, he was afraid. 

 When he read Copernicus, it felt distant, a world he was only a visitor in, but the Foscarini was a carmelite father, one of his own that was now nothing short of a persona non-grata in the eyes of the Roman Catholic Church. Viktor was afraid that what he had to say might make sense and that he might be so correct in his observations that this knowledge would drag him into the same status. 

 In retrospect, he should not have read it. 

 In fact, opening the cover was a big mistake on its own. Not even 3 pages in, the door of his room unceremoniously barged open, revealing the full figure of Father Isodore. Viktor and him never really got along; his time in the monastery as a kid was full of rule-breaking and inappropriate questions, and to Father Isidore’s dismay, insatiable curiosity remained Viktor’s fatal flaw well into his adulthood. 

 Not a single word was uttered as he carried his sunny disposition and rubicund complexion over to Viktor’s desk. There was no use in trying to hide what he was holding; Viktor carried the same guilty look on his face every time he did something he was not supposed to. Once a cute kid trying to hide some innocent misdeeds, his expression had grown into one of unadulterated shame and indignity in the wake of sin, and the bishop knew this all too well. The book was snatched off his hands aggressively.

“‘Epistle concerning the mobility of the earth’,” he read, “would be an interesting read if only as a piece of fiction, and perhaps in a different climate.”

“Your excellence, I eh—”

“Save it. Don’t worsen your sin by bearing false witness.”

Viktor looked down and sighed in resignation, a disappointed sadness creeping up in his throat.

“You are very much aware those texts have been forbidden, but since words seem to slide off you, I hope physical penance can remind you of your depravity,” Father Isidore said coldly as he handed Viktor the whip that usually served as no more than a piece of decoration adorning his wall. “Ten of them, and be intentional. One pater noster after each.”

“Yes, father.”

“It’s a shame; I have come to congratulate you on your work for the community. Repent. ” The emphasis on the last word punctuated his departure.

A cold feeling arose in Viktor’s stomach as he looked down at the whip, something akin to fear but also awfully comparable to excitement.

Three deep breaths are what he allowed himself; it would be better to get it over with as quickly as possible. He removed his vestments unhurriedly, only his bottoms remaining as he sluggishly kneeled by the bed, and the chilled air on his back was, in hindsight, not as bad as he thought at the moment. His hand trembled slightly when his grip on the whip tightened, and his jaw locked into a gritted grin as he sucked air in through his teeth.

The first flick of his arm was swift, like ripping away a bandage to make the pain go away as fast as your wrist could tug at it. It did not help; the feeling of the small metal beads digging into his skin was instantaneous, and it disappeared soon, but the burning that replaced it lingered.

“ Pater noster, qui es in cælis:sanctificetur nomen tuum; adveniat regnum tuum; fiat voluntas tua, sicut in cælo et in terra .”

A swarm of ants biting at the exposed skin on his back was a scorching fire.

“Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris; et ne nos inducas in tentationem; sed libera nos a malo.”

Then it subsided, and the slight chills on his arms were due to something else. He took his time with the second hit, languidly whipping both hands back this time to maintain the same level of strength. The aching this time was different; the burning of his skin was quenched by the few droplets of blood and sweat trickling down his spine. And there was something else—a burning feeling that was misplaced not on his back or wrists but in his lower stomach.

“Pater noster, qui es in cælis:sanctificetur nomen...” He started once again, both hands holding one another around the handle of the whip, closed in prayer as he shut his eyes tightly for concentration. This proved to be fruitless when an uncomfortable tightness in the fabric around his crotch distracted his attention away from the words he was reciting. He tried to continue with his prayer, but an ill-calculated movement tugged at the tender skin of his back, and the brief sting made the already confining feeling worsen, morphing into an odd mixture of ache and delight.

He figured out what this meant soon enough. The conflicting feeling did not originate from any sort of confusion about what he was experiencing; it came with the quandary of his two options: either keep going to conclude his penalty and follow orders, or go against those orders to avoid tainting this sacred act with his depravity.

He unlaced his trousers before going for the third whip. The aching feeling on his back was almost completely gone, replaced by a numb tingling along the wounded skin and an unbearable heat in his groin. The fourth hit was one-handed. Right hand wrapping tightly along the handle and left hand mirroring the grip around his cock as he pumped himself mechanically. When the metal hit the skin, a jolt of what felt like electricity traveled all the way down to his stomach, the member on his hand twitching in anticipation.

There was no fifth hit or anything beyond that. A final tug with a firm hand and gritted teeth culminated in his climax, hot viscosity percolating through his fingers as he rested his forehead on the edge of the bed. His chest heaved up and down as he whispered a string of prayers. Shame washed over him.

“Castigo corpus meum.” He repeated incessantly until he had enough strength in his legs to stand.

#viktor #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #arcane #arcane au #viktor au #priest au #legion #Spotify

[ex-coelis]

as previously stated, the church and I have a weird on-off thing going on where I go OMG babeeee we can't keep seeing each other like this what if my boyfriend finds out and the church goes Extra Ecclesiam Nulla Salus Kyrie Eleison God Have Mercy on Your Soul Ye Child of The Damned Sinner May Heaven's Light Guide You To Salvation Do You Want To Go Out For Communion Wafers At 3

#catholic guilt #catholiscism #abrahamic religions #is this sacreligious #i apologise in advance

[oracleofbacchus]

Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus

Outside the church there is no salvation

#oc art #priest oc #digital art #artists on tumblr #vtm oc #catholicism

[why-bless-your-heart]

Will only Catholics get into Heaven?

A man died, and at the pearly gates St. Peter asked him, “Name?” “John Smith.” “Religion?” Methodist.” St. Peter looked at his list and said “Okay, you’re in room 24, but be very, very quiet as you pass room 6.” Another man died, and St. Peter asked the same questions. “Name?” “Jack Smitt.” “Religion?” “Baptist.” St. Peter looked at his list and said “Okay, you’re in room 17, but be very, very quiet as you pass room 6.” Yet another man died, and St. Peter asked the same questions. “Name?” “Joe Schmidt.” “Religion?” “Jewish.” “Okay, you’re in room 10, but be very, very quiet as you pass room 6.” Joe hesitated. “Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me asking. I can understand there being different rooms for different religions, but why do you need me to be quiet when I pass Room 6?” “Not at all,” St. Peter said, “You see, the Catholics are in room 6 and they think they’re the only ones here.”

Anyway. The doctrine “Nulla Salus Extra Ecclesiam” doesn’t mean that only Catholics will enter heaven. What it does mean is that the Catholic Church, as the body of Christ, is the way in which we are meant to enter Heaven. The church provides the sacraments of baptism, reconciliation, and the Eucharist, all three of which Jesus says are necessary for salvation: Mark 16:6, Luke 13:3, John 6:54, for starters. The way we approach Christ (the only way to the Father) is through the Catholic Church.

If you haven’t read The Last Battle, by C.S. Lewis, you should, you’re missing out, but he addresses the question of the “just pagan” very clearly. In it, a good Calormene (the bad guys of the story) says that he wants to meet Tash, who he’s served all his life. Tash is a very bad dude who eats people, one of those classic scary pagan deities. However, the Calormene is instead met by Aslan, a very good dude who grants eternal life. Aslan tells him that every time the good Calormene made an oath by Tash, and kept the oath because he had made it, and every time he sacrificed something he wanted for the sake of Tash, Aslan counted it as if it had been sworn by him or offered to him. Somebody who’s been innocently ignorant—never had the chance to learn the Catholic Faith, or only ever been exposed to bad catechesis—isn’t as culpable as someone who’s invincibly ignorant.

In the same book, there are some dwarves who are selfish, cruel, and even go so far as to murder fellow Narnians in the final fight against the Calormens. When they’re brought face to face with what lies on the other side, they refuse to accept it. They’re given a feast and insist that it’s nothing but barn scrapings, shown the sky and the grass and insist that they’re still locked away, even hear Aslan roar and claim it’s their fellow prisoners trying to scare them. Sometimes you simply refuse to learn something because you don’t like what the knowledge might demand of you. This is invincible ignorance, and it’s something we’ll all be held accountable for one day.

If you don’t know about the Catholic faith, or think that it’s false, you can’t be blamed for not converting. However, if you do know the Catholic faith, believe that it’s true, and refuse to convert, you are in very grave danger.

At the end of the day, though, the Church doesn’t decide who does and doesn’t go to Heaven. God does. The Church is allowed to say with certainty that some of those who have died are now in Heaven (the saints), but cannot say with certainty that anyone who has died has gone to Hell (although I have some suspicions.) When Jesus was asked who would be saved and who wouldn’t be, He said that the important thing is to strive to enter through the narrow gate. Worry about your own salvation, because at the end of your life, yours is the one soul you are going to have to answer for.

[orthodoxadventure]

Orthodoxy also teaches that outside of the Church there is no salvation. This belief has the same basis as the Orthodox belief in the unbreakable unity of the Church: it follows from the close relation between God and His Church. 'A man cannot have God as his Father if he does not have the Church as his Mother.' So wrote Saint Cyprian; and to him this seemed an evident truth, because he could not think of God and the Church apart from one another. God is salvation, and God's saving power is mediated to man in His Body, the Church. 'Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus. All the categorical strength and point of this aphorism lies in its tautology. Outside the Church there is no salvation, because salvation is the Church' (G. Florovsky). Does it therefore follow that anyone who is not visibly within the Church is necessarily damned? Of course not; still less does it follow that everyone who is visibly within the Church is necessarily saved. As Augustine wisely remarked: 'How many sheep there are without, how many wolves within!' While there is no division between a 'visible' and an 'invisible Church', yet there may be members of the Church who are not visibly such, but whose membership is known to God alone. If anyone is saved, he must in some sense be a member of the Church; in what sense, we cannot always say.

--- Kallistos Ware, The Orthodox Church

#Christianity #Orthodox Christianity #Church #God #Kallistos Ware

[domina-honoribila]

Love seeing pagan trash like you bitch and moan about transvestites online as if you aren’t all going to Hell LOL

Extra ecclesiam nulla salus, friend.

[mrogan68]

[famousharmonyluminary]

Czołowi Gracze chrześcijaństwa

Czołowi Gracze – tak nazywa Biskup Robert Barron w swym niezwykłym serialu na temat najważniejszych postaci chrześcijaństwa najważniejszych jego przedstawicieli. Bo to Oni rozgrywali przez wieki sprawę z Bogiem. Oni Go reprezentowali i o Nim nie tylko mówili ale świadczyli. Historia jest niczym opowieść, w której jedna sprawa prowadzi do drugiej, a świat nie jest ciągiem niepowiązanych ze sobą…

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#Cyprian z Kartaginy #Dydona i Eneasz #Eneida #Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus! #Henry Purcel #Wergiliusz

[akacatholicism]

Christ Built Only One Church

Apostolic Letter of His Holiness Pope Pius IX to all Protestants and other Non-Catholics at the convocation of the [First] Vatican Council, Sept. 13, 1868, that they might return to the Catholic Church

Sustained by this hope, and roused and urged by the love of our Lord Jesus Christ, who gave his life for the whole human race, We cannot refrain Ourselves, on the occasion of the future Council [Vatican I], from addressing Our Apostolic and paternal words to all those who, whilst they acknowledge the same Jesus Christ as the Redeemer, and glory in the name of Christian, yet do not profess the true faith of Christ, nor hold to and follow the Communion of the Catholic Church. And We do this to warn, and conjure, and beseech them with all the warmth of Our zeal, and in all charity, to consider and seriously examine whether they follow the path marked out for them by Jesus Christ our Lord, and which leads to Eternal Salvation. No one can deny or doubt that Jesus Christ himself, in order to apply the fruits of his redemption to all generations of men, built his only Church in this world on Peter; that is to say, the Church, One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic; and that he gave to it all necessary power, that the deposit of Faith might be preserved whole and inviolable, and that the same Faith might be taught to all peoples, kindreds, and nations, that through baptism all men might become members of his mystical body, and that the new life of grace, without which no one can ever merit and attain to life eternal, might always be preserved and perfected in them; and that this same Church, which is his mystical body, might always remain in its own nature firm and immovable to the end of time, that it might flourish, and supply to all its children all the means of Salvation.

- Pope Pius IX, Iam Vos Omnes, 1868.

#extra ecclesiam nulla salus #pope pius ix #iam vos omnes #catholic #outside the church no salvation

[septembersung]

This is the stone which was rejected by you the builders, which is become the head of the corner: neither is there salvation in any other. For there is no other Name under heaven given to men, whereby we must be saved.

- From Acts 4:8-12, Lesson for the Feast of the Holy Name of Jesus (Sunday after the Octave of the Nativity or January 2nd), 1962 Roman Missal (Baronius Press) 

At that time, after eight days were accomplished, that the Child should be circumcised: His Name was called Jesus, which was called by the Angel before He was conceived in the womb.

- Luke 2:21, Gospel for the Feast of the Holy Name of Jesus (Sunday after the Octave of the Nativity or January 2nd), 1962 Roman Missal (Baronius Press)

#catholic #salvation #most holy name of jesus #1962 roman missal #lesson #epistle #gospel #extra ecclesiam nulla salus

[a-munkasok-mar-hazamentek]

"[...] ... kifejezetten üdvözítőnek tartom, hogy ennyi színben pompáznak idén a versenyautók."

- és a Forma-1-es beszélgetős műsor így egycsapásra teológiai magasságokba emelkedett.

#extra ecclesiam nulla salus #F1

[catholicapuella]

Catholic Phrases in Latin

Ad maiorem Dei gloriam - For the greater glory of God

Ave crux spes unica - Hail to the Cross, our only hope

Contemplata aliis tradere - to hand down to others the fruits of contemplation

Credo ut intelligam - I believe so that I may understand

Cura personalis - care for the entire person

Deo gratias - thanks [be] to God

Deo optimo maximo - to the greatest and best God

Deus vult - God wills it

Divi filius - Divine Son

Ex indumentis - from the clothing

Ex opere operato - from the work performed

Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus - outside the Church there is no salvation

Felix culpa - happy fault; blessed fall

Fiat lux - Let there be light

Fides quaerens intellectum - faith seeking understanding; faith seeking intelligence

Gratia non tollit naturam, sed perficit - Grace does not destroy nature, but perfects it

In hoc signo vinces - In this sign thou shalt conquer

In necessariis unitas, in dubiis libertas, in omnibus caritas - unity in necessary things; freedom in doubtful things; love in all things

In persona Christi - in the person of Christ

Incurvatus in se - turned/curved inward on oneself

Mea culpa - through my fault

Memento mori - remember that you [have to] die

Missio Dei - mission of God

Nihil sine Deo - Nothing without God

Noli me tangere - cease holding on to m

Sensus plenior - fuller sense/meaning

Serviam - I will serve

Sic transit gloria mundi - Thus passes worldly glory

#catholic #catholic academia #dark academia #latin #latin phrases #jesus #God #saints #catholic church #academia #ecclesiastes #ecclesiastical #catholicapuella

[zerogate]

Churches belong to the style of human consciousness we have been familiar with throughout the Age of Pisces. They deal in a myth which is not perceived as a myth, that is used as a useful schema to make sense of what we vaguely glimpse but cannot know definitively. They present myth as if it were literal fact. They offer us the illusory comfort of believing that we know the unknowable. They set limits to our doubts. They make life safe. They build a floor beneath the tame lake of human conscious experience. They congratulate themselves for having set secure limits to the real and convict non-believers of living in chaos, terror, and the unreal. They alone are conformed to the good, while the rest of us are flirting with evil and running the risk of damnation. They have not departed from the ancient Christian formula, extra ecclesiam nulla salus (outside the church there is no salvation).

An attitude like this, which reserves the true, the good, and the real for a believing elect and projects the false, the evil, and the unreal upon those outside the church, describes very well the symbol of Pisces -- two fish, each swimming in a different direction. The New Age has made much of this image as describing a spirit of opposition that will be overcome during the 2200 years of Aquarius. There is surely truth in the claim that the Age of Pisces has been dominated by the notion of absolute right versus wrong and the near-constant warfare that has divided us from one another. It has, indeed, reached an end-point in the specter of the nuclear destruction of the planet that has seemed quite immanent over the last half-century.

-- John R. Haule, Perils of the Soul

#quotes

[why-bless-your-heart]

If you’ve received valid Christian baptism, you’ve received the first of the Church’s sacraments. That means you’re technically Catholic.

If you’ve never received any of the other sacraments, that means you just haven’t been fully initiated yet. Your initiation is incomplete, but you’re still part of the church (extra ecclesiam nulla salus.)

If you have been fully initiated, but don’t attend Mass on Sundays or Holy Days of obligation and/or don’t live a life in accord with Catholic teaching, that just means you’re a lapsed Catholic. You’re not in a state of grace, but you can’t un-baptize or un-confirm yourself.

A whole bunch of y’all are actually Catholic, just bad ones.