Devotions for the Brown Scapular of Carmel

As soon as you awake, give your thoughts to God and say,

“In the holy name of Jesus, I begin this day.”

While dressing thank God for having protected and preserved you during your rest. Make it a habit in life to say your morning and evening prayers.

Each morning, pray the Fatima Morning Offering, kissing your Brown Scapular of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel. The pious devotion of kissing the Brown Scapular imparts to you 500 days indulgence each time.

O my God, in union with the Immaculate Heart of Mary
(here kiss the Brown Scapular),
I offer Thee the Most Precious Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Our Lord, Jesus Christ,
joining with it my every thought, word and action of this day.

O my Jesus, I desire today to gain every indulgence and merit I can, and I offer them, together with myself, to Mary Immaculate, that she may best apply them to the interests of Thy Most Sacred Heart.

Precious Blood of Jesus, save us!

Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us!

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!

Amen.

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Flos Carmeli was used by the Carmelites as the sequence for the Feast of St. Simon Stock, and, since 1663, for the Feast of Our Lady of Mt Carmel. It also appears in an ancient metrical office of Carmel as an antiphon and responsory. Its composition is ascribed to St. Simon Stock himself (ca 1165 – 1265).

Flos Carmeli, vitis florigera, splendor caeli, virgo puerpera singularis.	Flower of Carmel, Tall vine blossom laden; Splendor of heaven, Childbearing yet maiden. None equals thee.
Mater mitis sed viri nescia Carmelitis esto propitia stella maris.	Mother so tender, Who no man didst know, On Carmel’s children Thy favors bestow. Star of the Sea.
Radix Iesse germinans flosculum nos ad esse tecum in saeculum patiaris.	Strong stem of Jesse, Who bore one bright flower, Be ever near us And guard us each hour, who serve thee here.
Inter spinas quae crescis lilium serva puras mentes fragilium tutelaris.	Purest of lilies, That flowers among thorns, Bring help to the true heart That in weakness turns and trusts in thee.
Armatura fortis pugnantium furunt bella tende praesidium scapularis.	Strongest of armor, We trust in thy might: Under thy mantle, Hard press’d in the fight, we call to thee.
Per incerta prudens consilium per adversa iuge solatium largiaris.	Our way uncertain, Surrounded by foes, Unfailing counsel You give to those who turn to thee.
Mater dulcis Carmeli domina, plebem tuam reple laetitia qua bearis.	O gentle Mother Who in Carmel reigns, Share with your servants That gladness you gained and now enjoy.
Paradisi clavis et ianua, fac nos duci quo, Mater, gloria coronaris. Amen	Hail, Gate of Heaven, With glory now crowned, Bring us to safety Where thy Son is found, true joy to see.

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Those who sing well, pray twice. Some accounts portray God as singing creation into existence. Implicit in the listing of the two main Divine attributes, knowing and loving, is the ability to render thought into speech; our sharing this intellectual attribute with God and His angels is one of mankind’s greatest gifts. A people who do not fully exercise speech by intoning it in song frequently in their daily lives are in the process of losing the abundant life of thought, intention and praise of God. If you don’t sing every day, your voice is being stilled, to the great pleasure of the enemy of souls, and you are allowing a vital means of our fullfilling our commission to persuade those at the ends of the earth about The Truth to atrophy into uselessness. (The shrewd and clever who serve the enemy are not remiss in using music to do their dark work.)
     In Mike Aquilina’s book How the Choir Converted the World: Through Hymns, With Hymns, and In Hymns, it is shown that the normal vehicle for catechizing converts in the early Church was song.
     Some passages in the New Testament are clearly poetry, song. (John Senior asserted that prior to 1750, all didactic content was versified.) If you want to help the Church to recover from the destructive legacy, the liturgical sabotage of Rembert Weakland’s "Hootenany Masses", you need to sing every day, in your home life
     My grandfather … kept up the ancient Christian custom of singing at the dinner-table, and it did not seem incongruous when he sang The Fine Old English Gentleman…. – G.K. Chesterton, Autobiography(¿What, you’re not singing “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, The Old Man is Snoring”, “This Old Man…Knick-Nack Paddywhack” and “There Was a Dog that Had a Bone and B.I.N.G.O. Was His Name-O” with your children around the table?), and include song in your prayer life–on this site, "sacred-vernacular" hymns in English replete with traditional catechetical depth. (Children 18 months to 4 years use song as their primary vehicle for cogitation, before they get told “shut up that noise, stop singing”.) Your essential humanity is hard-wired to sing. You cannot foster restoration of the Church’s priceless cultural patrimony without giving it a living home in your own members as it was intended by our Blessed Creator.
     Common people prior to the displacement of active culture by the passive consumption of radio & talkies, had the customary, frequent habit of singing popular, folk and classically-informed home music. (Middlebrow culture, modestly informed by high culture.) Simply stated, before radio, if you wanted music, you “had” to make it, and most people, except the deaf and tone-deaf, did with unforced enthusiasm, having fun “doing it themselves” on a self-determined basis which programmed school handicapping today makes extremely unlikely to recover. In the decade prior to the end of World War One, there were 300 piano brands in the U.S. alone, annually there were an average of ten million-selling sheet music issues, the average person could, and did, sing the lyrics to 200 songs, in three or four parts. Whereas, even highly cultivated aficionados today of some particular music specialty are not known to crack their voice with a single song, for decades of their lives.
     The time a century ago was no idealilzed "golden age", yes, it was heavily, commerically-marketed and, indeed, much of the music was rather silly–and the people knew that full well. But they shared in common with other periods, stretching back into the mists of folk music pre-history, the fact of everyone singing everyday, in their ordinary lives, in all times prior to our own.
     To get the sense of a common activity that everyone did, consider that 50 years ago, every man took a vital interest in sports scores–nostalgic for a time before men were thrown off the farm by International Harvester, when vigorous physical labor was considered proudly manly. Today, nearly everyone cooks a personal specialty dish–before cooking robots rob us of our culinary culture forever. But a century ago, everyone shared in a strong social-cultural stream, in song. “The ‘Audience’ were the ‘Performers'”.

The ‘Audience’ were the ‘Performers’

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     A century ago, the love of music was active, the love of singers, those who lived song. Everyday singing was the default cultural condition, a widespread social habit more ingrained than just a hobby, a full dimension of interpersonal life completely atrophied today, but at that time casually practiced by nearly everyone.
     Today, the corrosive effects of consciousness emulation by electronic technologies, artificial algorithms emulating nearly to extinction, echoing to the point of sensory snow-blindness, our once-original activity, are threatening to dispense entirely with our own involvement, as they enslave us into device-dependent thralldom. (Computers will always be able to flawlessly perform feats of mere technical prowess much more efficiently than humans, but computers are only soulless shells, never able to originate creative works under the inspiration of the Holy Ghost–but computers can be made to enslave humans with indolence and lower their gaze from the stars, pedaling narcotic divertissements denatured at their core of spiritual essence.)
     We have been rendered as cultureless automatons, because we don’t practice culture, we merely consume with indifference the “content” of past ages which did actively practice culture, allowing our receptors of active culture to be deceived with ersatz quasi-cultural glitz.
     A century ago virtually everyone sang, on a frequent basis, in their personal, social, cultural lives. Prior to the rollout of radio and sound film from 1923-1930, common people had long, routinely practiced a vigorous home song-culture – unknown to today’s techno-media consumers.
Culture isn’t something you consume, it’s something you practice.     The ordinary, common people a century past, prior to the expulsion of active personal culture in the period 1923-1930, were possessed of a surprisingly high average culture level. The average person was highly engaged in active musical culture, at some level, high or low, to an extent completely unsuspected today.
     Hundreds of old films, even into the 1950s, portray average people in this last period of active song decades prior, as engaged in an active choral life in homes, restaurants and pubs, civic spaces and churches. These are portrayals of active, casual, personal and social music practice not as a novelty, but as backward-looking nostalgia for an actual historical period decades prior that would never return.
     People today are completely oblivious to the fact of their having come up, in a culturally strangulated environment, raised as passive spectators, cultural pate de foie gras, completely disconnected from their own culture by decades of techno-gadget history.
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