Pray to the Saints in Purgatory for the Spirit of America; for her life as lived in us her children.
Everyone now in Purgatory is already a Saint, and is bound once his Purgation is complete for at least one of the heavens (if not perhaps many; for, to sit enthroned in a choir stall of any heaven is to reign over and within all its subsidiary worlds (a world is a heaven)); and has therefore already enormous, indeed godlike power – as being, already (on Eternity and Omniscience) reckoned one of the Great Ones, fit eventually to take his appointed place next to angels in the choir stalls of the Throne Room, and to speak with authority in the Divine Council. The Sainted Dead, even as yet constrained in and by their Purgation, have already immense influence upon all their proper subsidiary worlds.
The Sainted Dead, even in Purgatory, are to us as the gods of the pagans. Nay, far more.
Pray then to the Saints in Purgatory for the Spirit of America.
There are billions of them, after all – so may we hope. In their billions, they love their kinfolk – they love Man – and want our best.
Think of what Aragorn achieved, in summoning the Dead of but a single nation to the Battle of Pelennor Fields. The Sainted Dead can turn the tide.
Be Aragorn. Visit the Dead in their Valley of Shadow, and honor their basic commitment. Which is to us. For we are they for whom they struggled, gave, fought, died – and failed.
Would they not fight for us still, their children? They would, of course. So turn to them, our fathers and mothers.
Do not, of course, neglect first to pray for them. Be first for them, as Aragorn was. Pray for the relief of their sufferings, and offer up your own in their behalf – remembering that, in the economy of salvation as things are understood by Omniscience – as, i.e., things really are – no jot of sacrifice can be offered worthlessly, or without meet causal and soteriological effect.
In an intelligible – which is to say, intelligent – created order, nothing at all can be wasted.
Pray then to the Sainted Dead for the Spirit of America, and for their children of that land; that we may for a time at least be saved from disaster, and from the service of the Adversary.
Pray hard. Intend the Death of the Adversary and all his minions, with all your might. With all your might, pray confusion to the Enemy.
Saints and all angels, pray for us. Pray for our dear America, who did once and, howsoever beleaguered by the Enemy, would again with you serve the Most High. Deus vult. Amen, amen.