Back to basics…

Good morning, readers!

Please become my viewers too! I have come to my senses and will be producing video content once again, on my “personal channel.” I’ve studied I don’t know how many hours on how to build channels, sell through content, etc. – and yet I just haven’t really pulled the trigger myself. I am sitting on a goldmine in Italy, and have an education that I know will be able to be put to good use in this way.

I hope you can subscribe and follow along. And I hope to get a much-needed haircut (and shave?) soon…

Have a great week!

NAC Week

After the “Sunday with a thousand names” (Divine Mercy Sunday, Low Sunday, Dominica in Albis, etc.) there begins another octave, local to Rome…

NAC Week. Also known as “America Week.”

The NAC (North American College) is the American seminary in Rome. The Rector’s Dinner is an annual event for friends and especially *very large* benefactors of the seminary. It started out years and years ago as a small and rather informal gathering. Now it is “the event” for American Catholics with money, sometimes having a 4,000+ person waitlist. It’s a “who’s who” of American Catholic life.

Obviously, if that sort of group is in town, they will make a week out of it, with their own events. Thus, NAC Week.

I used to be fascinated by the “Professional Catholics” and the big checkwriters. Well, I’ve seen inside a bit over the past few years, and I can’t say it’s all that interesting. There are good people in the mix (for real), and there is some good stuff going on, but there is just a certain vibe. A lot of performing and pettiness and puffery. A lot of manipulation. A lot of wasted time and energy.

So I am not exactly pining for the rooftop parties anymore. I would rather be in the field, getting real work done, with people who aren’t constantly sizing me up while trying to outdo each other.

If that resonates with you, then let’s get it done together… So much to share, right around the corner. Stay tuned…

Where is Christ? – Repost

Happy Easter!

This is a repost of an old article… but it is timely! Enjoy the Octave… -Eamonn

This blog was originally started with the goal of exploring the arts and sciences in relation to the Catholic Faith. This post is a return to that original mission. Below is a talk I gave today at the Angelicum Thomistic Institute’s currently ongoing conference – New Heavens and a New Earth: Scientific and Theological Eschatology. Enjoy!

-Eamonn Clark, STL

We are sometimes confronted by potential converts, by catechumens, and even by curious believers about the whereabouts of the Lord. He is in Heaven, of course, but where is that? Is it somewhere out among the stars? Is it in some “parallel universe”? Or is there some other option? It is an uncomfortable experience for the apologist, the catechist, the evangelist, and the theologian not to have a simple answer for this rather reasonable question.

Today I will posit that there is a third option, though close to the “parallel universe” theory, and that its existence and mode of access, if true, reveals something profound about the gifts of the resurrection and about Christ as the Incarnate Logos in relation to modern physics. I depart a bit from St. Thomas in his treatment of the gifts of the resurrection, precisely on account of our enhanced understanding of the physical world, which presents us with new options to consider.

St. Thomas assumes that Christ is in a place – a real body demands physical space – and Christ’s Ascension is caused efficiently in a twofold manner: first, by His glorified soul, and secondly, by His unique Divine Power. (ST III-57-3)

The gifts of the resurrection are similarly explained by St. Thomas in the Commentary on the Sentences, as powers flowing from the soul on account of its glorification. I will not contest this so much as I will attempt to give some possible articulations of the effect and mode of the gifts’ interaction with the world.

St. Thomas does not seem to like the idea of multiple universes – he tells us this in Question 47, Article 3 of the Prima Pars. So, we abandon that idea.

As a scientific springboard, I want to consider two possible or even probable physical remnants we have of the Resurrection of Christ.

The first remnant is the Shroud of Turin. Here I take it for granted, of course, that the Shroud is in fact the linen cloth which laid over the dead Christ, and which has received the image of his Body. A very long description would be required to explain adequately exactly what we find on the Shroud, but we are more concerned with how the image was produced. Of course, we do not possess any technology today which is capable of giving anything close to a plausible imitation of what we find in the image. The best estimation is that the image was produced by a sort of radiation of light from the body of the dead Christ. We will return to this momentarily.

The second remnant is an electromagnetic field – or something like a field – which was discovered by scientists during the 2016 excavations in the Holy Sepulcher. The electromagnetic field underneath the Edicule, in the cave in which Christ was buried, is a much lesser-known reality but is just as puzzling if not more so than the Shroud. As Aleteia reported, “As soon as [the measuring instruments] were placed vertically on the stone in which Christ’s body rested, the devices either malfunctioned or ceased to work at all.” This electromagnetic field apparently also had ruined previous attempts at measuring the depth of the shaft which leads from the Edicule down to the cave. There is no known natural explanation for why there would be such an electromagnetic field in that location.

The musing of there being a possible connection between the electromagnetic field and the Shroud has been made before. Here is my own elaboration, synthesizing my own take on the Shroud itself, coupled with the fact of the electromagnetic field. I propose, with many others, that the Shroud is the result of a hyper-energetic burst of radiation from the Body of the Lord at the moment of His Resurrection. I propose uniquely that this burst was a mixture of various types of radiation – everything from alpha particles to gamma rays – which were controlled by a kind of infused habit of an electromagnetism emanating from the Lord which was under His control, or something very similar. It is because of this unique situation that the Shroud is not replicable by natural means, nor is there even a plausible explanation given the natural forces which we know of unless they are warped somehow and brought together in a way not seen in nature – which is precisely what I am proposing. It is experimentally verified that electromagnetic fields can warp radiation, and if this could somehow be done with a sort of immediate voluntary power over the character of the field itself in every part of the field, one could control the radiation at a whim, thus explaining the image. This even explains the lack of slight warping we would expect from a sheet laid over a face – the Shroud is a flat image, like a photograph or a mirror, without stretching, which we would expect from vertically collimated burst of information on a slightly curved surface. Instead, it is designed to be fitting for devotion. The alternative would be that the linen cloth itself was elevated above the dead or resurrecting Christ and stretched out flat, which seems strange and unnecessary.

In the case of a habit of this sort of elemental control, one might not only be able to warp radiation emanating from one’s own body, but could warp other things around oneself as well, such as folding linen cloths without touching them, or creating electromagnetic fields in one’s surroundings. The linen cloths being folded can be explained several other ways, but it seems certain that this latter phenomenon really happened. The Lord left a trace of Himself in the place He rose from, just as He did in the Shroud. I propose, then, very cautiously, that anywhere that the Risen Lord appeared or disappeared during the 50 days before the Ascension, we would find electromagnetic aberrations similar to those found in the Holy Sepulcher. To drive it home: empirical tests could actually be carried out in what is most commonly thought to be the Upper Room, despite its having been rebuilt, and along the shores of the Sea of Galilee. These would be the obvious contenders for such tests, and perhaps also the site of the Ascension itself on the Mount of Olives and the probable route to Emmaus.

Next, I note two abnormal manipulations of spacetime as relevant for our consideration – the normal sort of manipulations being gravity, electromagnetism, and, in a way, mere motion.

The first is wormholes, specifically electromagnetically induced wormholes – a wormhole being a kind of bending of spacetime to take a “short cut.” There has been some experimental verification of creating miniature wormholes for electromagnetic fields themselves, such as by Prat-Camps, Navau, and Sanchez (2015), and there is increasing clarity that electromagnetic fields, taking for granted Penrose’s Weyl curvature hypothesis, as proposed by Lindgren and Liukkonen in 2021, are a feature of spacetime itself. Just as gravity manipulates spacetime within a vacuum, so too does electromagnetism, implying that the field is somehow already “there,” which perhaps makes the proposal of harnessing electromagnetism itself to create wormholes more plausible. Would a sufficient control over these forces allow one to open a wormhole and be “carried through it” by electromagnetism? Maybe.  

The next element of abnormal manipulation is less about manipulation itself but more about its mode. I speak now of the apparent relationship between superpositions of particles and knowledge of those same particles. In brief, wave functions, of light for example, seem to collapse into particles – if we measure them. We should be bewildered by such a finding, “And yet it turns,” to quote Galileo. Erwin Schrodinger, who pioneered the mathematics of wave functions, famously pointed out the seemingly absurd conclusions of superpositions and by extension quantum mechanics in general with his famous thought experiment. There is a cat in a box which has a mechanism triggered by a particle emitting radiation, with a likelihood of 50% of the radiation occurring, and the mechanism will then release a deadly poison, thus leaving us with the ridiculous conclusion that the cat is “just as alive as it is dead” until we know it is in the one state or the other by opening the box. Dr. Wolfgang Smith offers an elegant way out of the conundrum. He draws a distinction between “physical” and “corporeal.” This means, in short, that he advises us to see substances (the corporeal) as being more than a collection of matter (the physical) – the atomic and subatomic world is real but is not of itself substantial, being rather a bundle of potentialities. This possibly gives us a very fine Thomistic solution to the problem of entanglement with substances. Nevertheless, we are left not only with the fact that wave functions do indeed collapse when observed, as with photons in the double-slit experiment – and they must be observed by a mind to collapse fully, or else the non-conscious measuring instrument simply becomes entangled with the cat-poison-radiation – we are also left with the oddity of the gift of agility, which St. Thomas discusses at abnormal length in the Commentary on the Sentences trying to deal with the problem of “instant motion.” And here we must ask if “spooky action at a distance,” as Einstein derisively referred to it, between entangled particles at large distances from each other wherein these particles somehow control each other seemingly instantaneously is a clue to how agility qua instantaneous does not violate classical Aristotelian physics the way St. Thomas assumes. Clearly, instant or at least faster-than-light motion or control, of a kind exists between entangled particles. The question occurs to us then whether in the resurrection we are somehow able to entangle ourselves with the entire universe.

And how would the motion work? Could it be the case that Christ, the Logos, the One begotten by the interior procession of Divine Self-knowledge, knows into being the manipulations of the world which we see in the Resurrection narratives, by doing something like resolving a wave function – namely, “resolving” His own self, thus causing near-immediate motion through an electromagnetic wormhole? This would be in line with, and an elevation of, the very controversial but in my view promising Von Neumann-Wigner interpretation of quantum mechanics, which posits the demarcation line of wave function collapse to be the mind, not instruments which the mind can make use of, as noted already, which would, it seems, be even more bizarre. This theory is unacceptable to most who work on quantum mechanics because it is at odds with a rather central dogmatic assumption: materialism.

Perhaps there is also an analogy for agile motion, even if dim, with angelic movement and manipulation. St. Thomas explicitly rejects this in his discussion of agility in the Commentary on the Sentences, but we know about entangled particles and wormholes, whereas St. Thomas did not. In his famous text, The Intellectualism of St. Thomas, Fr. Pierre Rousselot, SJ posited that human nature has “the drive to become an angel.” He means this in regard to our inclination to know things through their essence, which the angels do naturally. But here I mean to apply this same principle to motion. Perhaps we approximate the angelic nature in the resurrection in the way that we move and manipulate the physical world, by somehow containing space in our intellect and then applying the power of the will to it directly, thus having a movement somewhat like the angels (see ST I-53; 54-2). Afterall, we already know, “In the resurrection they do not marry and are not given in marriage, for they are like the angels in Heaven.” (Matthew 22:30) I simply note the possibility. Could it further be the case that the gifts of the resurrection elevate a natural power which we already seem to possess, namely, observing-into-being certain facts – such as seen by observing the photons in the double-slit experiment, causing them to behave differently than if they were unobserved, or unknown? Again, perhaps. But perhaps also, in 100 years, that generation of scientists will speak about photons as we speak about flogiston or the ether.

Just as the heart and mind are freed in the Beatific Vision, so too is the body freed in the resurrection on account of the gifts, and the mode of those gifts does in fact seem to be in a curious relationship with the four fundamental forces of the universe, which are: gravity, the weak nuclear force (radiation), the strong nuclear force (which binds the components of an atom together), and electromagnetism.

The gifts of the resurrection are agility (the ability to move rapidly from one place to another, for example, after the breaking of the bread on the way to Emmaus), subtlety (the ability to penetrate through solid substances, as the Lord did in the Upper Room), clarity (a kind of luminosity), and immortality or impassibility.

By His actions during the Resurrection appearances, the Lord shows Himself to be master over the fundamental forces. In the Ascension, we see control over gravity. In the moment of His Resurrection, as indicated by the electromagnetic and radiative leftovers, we see the control over the electromagnetic force and the weak nuclear force, and we perhaps can posit the same of all the appearances and disappearances. The luminosity of His body, not experienced directly in His Resurrection appearances but experienced elsewhere, viz., in the Transfiguration and in the visions in Revelation, is also indicative of a kind of mastery over the weak nuclear force. In walking through the walls, we see control over the strong nuclear force – we do not need to say with St. Thomas that the Lord was strictly in the same physical place as the wall, we can say that His control over the sub-atomic world allowed Him to pass through without contact. Could the Lord be harnessing the fact that even macroscopic objects like human bodies are in fact, like the light which emanates from glorified bodies, both particle and wave? In other words, is the Lord somehow causing a diffraction with Himself to “scatter” and then reassemble? Or is He swinging from particle to wave and back again? Or some combination of all this, with “wave collapse” occurring through an act of the understanding caused by the will? Perhaps.

The four fundamental forces do not seem to track the gifts one-to-one. But there is certainly an intricate connection between the forces and the gifts of the resurrection, not entirely unlike the complex relationship between the virtues, the spiritual gifts, the fruits, and the beatitudes. Immortality, or impassibility, seems to be the trickier one to nail down, as it does not easily lend itself to a four-force analysis, despite some promising recent leads in medicine involving the use of electromagnetism and obviously radiation – and yet we know that whatever biological process causes one’s death, it is caused by the four forces, so controlling them within oneself obviously allows one to resist bodily corruption.

The conclusion is that a miraculous habit imposed by God in the resurrection bestows the power to control the four forces by a kind of immediate power, which includes the ability to manipulate space-time by the special harnessing of the same forces. This is the natural medium by which we live the life we are most meant to live. By the gifts, seemingly especially agility and perhaps also subtlety, we access Heaven by the manipulation of natural space-time. We are empowered by these gifts to enter into a physical but hidden world, which could be, in a word, right next to us, but which is “guarded,” like Eden.

I posit that the increasingly deep study of the four fundamental forces, and the spaces in between, like dark matter and energy, virtual particles, and so on, will only serve to show how elegant the mastery is over those same forces by Christ in the Resurrection.

Before offering my final and concluding hypothesis, I pause to note two objections, one Scriptural and one based on parsimony.

The first objection is a statement of the Lord Himself. The Lord says to Mary Magdalene in John 20:17, “I have not yet ascended…” Doesn’t this counter the claim that the appearances and disappearances of Christ do not make sense on my account, because of the time in between appearances? If Christ were “hiding” in Heaven in the time in between His resurrection appearances, He would have ascended, thus making His statement to Mary Magdalene untrue.

There are a few ways to reply. First, we could say that the action of the Ascension itself contains some special significance or power that is unlike merely going back and forth – each time only for a short while, when in the Ascension the departure is definitive until the Parousia. This is a weak argument, but it is plausible. It would be better to suppose that Christ was merely walking upon the Earth in a far away place, or, most likely, that He was neither in Heaven nor in the normal places of the universe but was instead in a third place which is also only accessible through the gifts of the resurrection and which is now obsolete.

The second objection is based on parsimony, and it has probably been arising in some of your minds: “Why not just give a purely miraculous explanation? Why all the need for these intermediary natural forces?”

In response, I say that we could just as easily ask why we will have bodies in the eschaton in the first place. As embodied creatures, we live in the physical world, which has its own rules and forces and logic. There is a fittingness to retaining the use of the natural forces by which we interact with the world around us as the means for the very same thing; but it is, of course, also appropriate that our relationship to those forces changes to be more immediate, with more direct control over them. And I recall your attention to the empirical starting point for this investigation, namely, the Shroud and the electromagnetic field under the Edicule. Those are there for a reason. They mean something. The imposition of the gifts is undoubtedly miraculous, but why should their mode of operation be miraculous? Why would it not be the case that they have simply become fully empowered to use the natural world for all it is capable of?

The limitations of this brief study are obvious. I have shown some possible steppingstones to interesting conclusions, but there is much in between. To borrow an image from Von Balthasar in the Prolegomena to his Theo-Drama, I have constructed a gymnasium, which athletes can now use.

In the end, I conclude and propose the following. Christ is the Master of the four fundamental forces, and we shall be masters with Him in the resurrection – the ultimate anti-entropic event. Given that Christ is not merely resurrected but is the Resurrection, we can rightly suppose that He, the Logos, the One through Whom all things were made, visible and invisible, is in fact the final frontier for theoretical physics. Any attempt to “get fully underneath” the four forces has been and inevitably will be frustrated so long as one limits oneself to considerations of the created world; in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. There is no getting “behind” the Word. The Logos, God the Son, incarnate in Christ, is the unified theory of physics.

Holy Week begins

Holy Week is a time to get clarity on the Faith. And on ourselves – our role in the world and the Church.

It’s not about the latest bishop-related drama. It’s not about abstract debates over 17th century opinions on sufficient grace. It’s not about how to own the libs and “save the West.” These are not irrelevant, but right now they are mostly distractions. They are not what the Faith is about.

The Faith is about a man, who is God, being nailed to a piece of wood, every hope being dashed, and then Him being seen alive again by His chosen friends, with the promise He will return to do the same for us if we follow the pattern of His life and death. It’s about what happened between a little hill and a cave on the edge of Jerusalem 2000 years ago, and what this does for the world and for your soul, whether or not you choose to advert to its significance and its truth. Other things only really matter because of these events.

We cannot hide from the choice to follow or not, to believe or not, to witness or not. And we cannot diffuse or deflect the responsibility for our soul and for our own testimony to Christ, neither by a cultural framework nor by simply living within a ministerial order. This is comfortable, but it is an illusion – you must choose for yourself – and the choice must be made again and again and again, in various ways.

We must choose, for ourselves, and ultimately by ourselves, even though it is done with others. You and I must stand at the hill and at the cave and render our own judgment, and we must be ready to conform the world and souls to our decision. It is our place in the universe to be “set over” the Gospel in this way, suspended in between the sight of eternal things and mere speculation. True, the Gospel will be carried on without your help – but you will be left behind unless you do your part. So then, choose, and move forward.

I will pray for my readers to have a fruitful Holy Week. Please do the same for me.

starting a non-profit

Well, it is time, isn’t it.

After countless ad hoc fundraising efforts – often to some success (thanks!) – I have decided to build a platform to facilitate donations to help BUILD WEALTH IN THE MISSIONS.

We KNOW that throwing money into the jungle doesn’t work. It gets squandered. It gets “misplaced.” It gets presumed upon, destroying motivation to work. Why would you try to run a farm, or make clothing, or repair houses, if some big NGO is showing up and doing all that stuff for free?

But it’s never free. There is a trade off. It means collective dependence. Long-term stagnation. Corruption. No bueno!

The idea of the non-profit is to be the first fully “lay-run” group dedicated to building revenue-generating projects in Catholic mission areas (and other underdeveloped regions) that simultaneously create jobs and give the local Church a source of revenue. There is a lot to figure out still, but that’s the core of it. (And yeah, I will still do athletics stuff for clinics – won’t be giving that up, it’s too much fun!)

It is the path forward for me. I hope you will join… More info coming soon. Next week I will tell you about one of our “starter projects” in the Pacific, on an island that is becoming a new country… Yours truly is one of the few white foreigners who is really trusted there in a “grass roots” way. Crazy but true.

In the meantime, would you consider a $100 donation to the Catholic pink salt project? We are making great progress but are hitting a plateau. You can donate here. THANK YOU!

So I went to Pakistan…

Hi readers!

It’s been a long time. But I’m back.

A few years ago I decided to do a daily post… well, I won’t be trying that again, but one post a week is what I can do. So, start your Monday off right with a dose of crazy content from yours truly.

Today’s post is a taste of what’s to come. I am envisioning a world where capitalism and philanthropy work together in the Catholic missions… And I have just been at work on that “in the field.”

This is the kind of economic activity that the popes have called for in decades past. I call it “missionary entrepreneurship” – the idea is that the most disadvantaged people on the planet need help getting into the global market so they can “play the game.” That requires some extra risk… and no, it’s not for everyone, but someone needs to do it. I think God has given this charge to me. And to my supporters.

These projects are not easy. And they are not free. We are putting together a plan to build this company step by step. If you want to help at this initial phase, you can donate here:

https://www.givesendgo.com/catholicsalt

But there is SO MUCH more to come. If you want to get involved in a more serious way, reach out anytime.

See you next Monday…

NFP book release

Dear readers,

Today I am releasing a long-awaited text on Natural Family Planning, on the eve of the USCCB’s “NFP Awareness Week.”

You may sign up to be emailed the book here, if you are not already on my company mailing list. I won’t use this blog just to push company content – though I will point to it occasionally.

I hope to begin writing a bit more on these pages… It has been a while. Thanks for sticking around!

God bless you,
-Eamonn

Catholic History Initiative

Dear Readers,

With the approach of the start of this academic year, I am coming very close to the end of my doctoral studies. This has had me thinking about “what’s next.” As you know, I am working on the athletics and philanthropy stuff as seen in my last post.

I’m also getting into history.

After the fifth time I tried to leave Rome failed, I have resigned myself to staying there indefinitely. This bodes well for a career or at least intense hobby in the world of history, especially Catholic history. I’ve also been getting familiar with various archives in Rome, and now I also have an extremely helpful connection or two…

About ten years ago, I had started to collect filmed interviews of priests who had been ordained before Vatican II. It was so interesting… And I thought it was an important contribution. I still think that – not everyone I interviewed is still alive today. It’s a strange feeling to have a kind of responsibility to be a custodian of the stories of men who’ve gone before oneself.

I’m a moral theologian by training, but I’m very drawn to history, especially ecclesiastical history (and archaeology, its handmaiden). Part of it’s the existential thrill of uncovering the past and feeling part of a larger story than your own brief existence. Part of it’s the fear that people will not appreciate the present because they don’t know the past and its many lessons. And, being in Rome, it’s also just plain easy – every rock has a story to tell.

For these reasons, I am launching Catholic History Initiative.

The show is going to be very different. First of all, it’s not just a show. It has a WhatsApp group connected to it – anyone in the group can talk with anyone else, and we can and will plan episodes together. We may even have some LIVESTREAMED visits to sites I hope… If you just want to get an email with a link to the latest episode, that’s fine too. Second, the feeling of the on-site episodes will be a bit “rough and tumble.” It’s a notch or two above “me and my cell phone.” Here’s a teaser I shot in an afternoon and edited in an evening:

The episodes will typically be once a week (at least) and will usually be about 3 to 5 minutes – this is my projection. There will be a non-publicly listed video posted on YouTube which you will receive the link for.

I will be doing all kinds of stuff in Rome, but also around Italy and the rest of Europe and even well beyond. Want to learn about the missionaries and martyrs of the Pacific Islands? Want to wander around the Seven Churches of Revelation? Want to see where the ancient Ecumenical Councils were held? Then you want to sign up for CHI.

The truth is that I wish I could do this for free, but I can’t. The full price is 100 Euro per year or 10 Euro per month. I am offering a special discount to readers of this blog – use the code CRM30 to receive a 30% discount off your first year. The funds help me to produce the show and also help my company, Pro Fide, to start businesses in the missions.

The first episode is coming at the end of next month.

The show’s website is here. I hope you’ll join me on the many adventures which await…

God bless you and happy Sunday,
-Eamonn

So I ran 100 miles…

Hi blog. It has been a while.

Now that we are almost 2 months into my “post-race” period, I think it’s safe to say I’ve recovered. Here’s the story of what happened when I ran from Rome to Assisi, what that means, and what’s coming next for me.

Let me be blunt. When I started out on the path of fundraising for Catholic mission projects, I was about as naive as it gets. The fundamental lessons I learned include especially something I have also learned from my limited business experience: the only person you can really count on is yourself. Others might say they’ll do this or that for you – that doesn’t matter until it’s real. Meetings are not progress. Soft-commitments are not progress. Fancy party invitations are not progress. Only contracts and cash are progress.

I also learned that credibility is king. Want to ask for $100,000 to work on some educational projects in the jungle? Great! Here is your interaction. “Who are you? …Who? Okay, well, here’s my card, email me.” You’ve just been politely shown the door to Nodonationsville.

But the coldest, hardest truth I learned is that nobody cares. What I mean is that no matter how good the cause, how well-crafted the proposal, or how exotic the promotional hook is, if it does not correspond to the potential donor’s interests, it will be a failure. It’s not like you’re the only person asking for funds. People with means have many options, and they have many people treating them like wallets with legs. You have to find out what the donor cares about and show that your project corresponds to their interests and values. Otherwise, you are climbing up an even steeper hill than before. Now instead of simply building trust and asking for help you are trying to reform someone’s values. Don’t try to do that. And if their interests are too divergent to make a real connection, then YOU must become their interest. It’s easier to build a relationship with Mr. Billionaire than it is to teach him why YOUR hospital project should get funded as opposed to the ones he is already working on in the USA in a context he understands with people and bank accounts he trusts to work. And then he will fly away from the island in his helicopter to go to Monaco a day early. (This is a true story.)

So, as much as I wish I could say I was playing 5-dimensional chess from the start, the truth is that it was about 99% fake-it-til-you-make-it, fly by the seat of your pants, jump in and find out what happens…

Here’s what happened.

I finally identified a single project to support with direct philanthropy. A small one, with a realistic goal. Relatively uncontroversial – help sisters in Africa with their clinical work by funding the purchase of medicines. In the meantime, and on the side, I would work on finding the right partners and investors for some kind of commercial work with Malawi’s large numbers of very poor tobacco farmers.

“But Eamonn, tobacco is bad for you.”

The truth is that the farmers aren’t even really consuming the tobacco they produce. That would almost literally be burning money. They go to sell it at the government market, and they collect their pennies. If the tobacco market dips, some farmers make the switch to growing marijuana. So let’s move on. (Besides, I just don’t want to hear the bad moral arguments against tobacco use. We’ll debunk that another time.)

The logistics of setting up an indie ultramarathon are… not for the faint of heart. You need a driver, a back up driver, a plan for navigation, a plan for checkpoints, a plan for medicine, a plan for pacers if you will use them, a plan for food and drink. All of these have to connect with your own running plan. Then you need to have a system in place for when everything goes wrong, which it will. I also needed a plan for communications, live tracking, charging my phone, advertising… All to connect with the philanthropic project. I needed a chaplain too – just in case, you know… if things got too difficult.

I found a great group of guys to help me along what I thought would be a 26 or 27 hour event. Sort of last minute I created a WhatsApp group to document the event and show my live location during the race. That was a great call.

The preparations wound down, and so did I. The few days before the race, I tried to relax a bit, but there was so much work to do. I was very tired, actually. But at this point, it was not possible to delay the run.

The day finally came. Words cannot describe how surreal it is to know that you are about to attempt to run for 100 miles in one go.

Unfortunately, I forgot my bus pass and had to walk all the way to the house where I had mass and got geared up… But what I’ll never forget was how sick I felt walking to the starting line. Like, really sick. I’ve never been that nervous for an event in my entire life.

The energy at the starting line was great. Fun. Plenty of friends, and some curious police as well who made us put our Malawian flag away for fear of a “manifestation.” (The starting line was at San Lorenzo in Panisperna, immediately next to the back gate of the Viminale, the Italian Ministry of the Interior.)

Malawi flag!

The moment arrived – “GO.”

After a small push of energy from the rush of adrenaline and a bit of showmanship, I settled into a plodding pace and began looking for the correct turns to get to the Porta Pia, the great northern gate of Rome. A friend linked up with me on a bike, and we cruised for a bit towards the northeastern limits of the city.

Exiting Rome.

After getting out of Rome, I really started to realize that this was happening. And that’s when the wild animals started to become a problem… First it was a family of boar, hanging around a farmhouse. I was deep in the dirt paths that crisscross the Roman countryside – there was not really a way around. I made a small retreat, considered my options, got a big stick, and walked carefully toward the mom… They all ran away! Huzzah! Then I booked it.

Later a wolf crossed my trail. Same thing. Step back, get a big stick, walk slowly, then bolt.

The checkpoints were a mixture of chaos and order. Arrive, be greeted, sit down, complain about the hills. Eat. Drink some Coke. Get a leg massage. Fill up my bag with what I need. Get a blessing. Off. Meanwhile everyone was trying to figure out the turns I needed to take, while calculating the time it would be to the next stop given the distance and elevation changes, trying to find the food and gear I needed… While getting enough of the right kind of footage to put together a nice documentary.

Lots of action at the checkpoints.

The evening came. Things were going much more slowly than I had expected. The hills were WAY worse than I thought they would be, and I had taken a seriously wrong turn at one point early on that went up an absurd hill and ultimately probably cost me close to an hour. But when I reached the famous Benedictine Abbey of Farfa, I was still feeling pretty good. Tired, but good.

All the while, my WhatsApp group was how I stayed plugged into the real world, and how my friends and fans stayed plugged into my world. It was exhilarating to take a picture of a hill and have 6 reactions within minutes, encouraging me. This was a huge deal for me psychologically. And I know the group enjoyed it too.

Night came. Fatigue came. Pain came.

A summary of the night.

The crossing into Umbria in the absolute dead of night was definitely the most intense part of the race. I brought my chaplain with me as a pacer for this stretch, after having had my medical assistant as a pacer a bit earlier on, when we were doing merely very difficult terrain at the tender hour of midnight. Around 2AM, there I was slogging through mud puddles in the middle of the forest between tiny farms on awfully maintained rocky dirt roads on large hills. We got turned around. We got barked at by angry dogs. We made jokes about my digestive system.

At the border of Umbria.

We emerged back into civilization, and my chaplain got to take a well-earned nap. Then it was off to the checkpoint at Stroncone. This was where things started to become very, very difficult physically and psychologically. Thankfully, the daylight was gracing the sky as I sat down for a while after around 22 hours or so of running.

The run from Stroncone towards Terni was uplifting in some ways, because the sun was out again after one of the roughest nights I’ve ever experienced, but it was also brutal. Every step was like being stabbed in my feet. By that point I think my digestive issues were reducing – it had been like every part of my body was angry with my stomach, and every movement made my stomach scream at each part of my body individually. Now it was just my feet telling me that they were on fire. Here’s a few clips of that section:

PAIN.

I almost quit at Terni, when I was told about the climb that I had right in front of me. 300 meters of elevation in a short stretch. Nope, wasn’t happening. But with some strategic thinking, I rearranged my planned shuttle for then rather than later. (I had about 10 miles of shuttle to use… Bringing the 110 mile course down to 100 miles.)

After Terni was when the heat started to become a real issue. I was continually being told about how little I was drinking. And I continually thought, “Yeah. Ok. It’s true. But they don’t understand what my stomach thinks about that.” (Though, oddly, I was never sick. That is still incredible to me.)

The mantra at that point in my head was so firmly rooted that it was like breathing… “If I get to Acquasparta, I will get to Massa Martana. If I get to Massa Martana, I will get to Assisi.” Repeat the phrase. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

I got to Acquasparta. We were 30 or so hours into the race at this point. And I had around a marathon left to run.

Just a marathon.

Off to Massa Martana I went.

At the checkpoint in Massa Martana. Some girl was walking by in the field. She took this nice picture of my and my team!

At Massa Martana, some of my team had to go back to Rome. Only my main driver and chaplain remained.

The evening started to come, and it hit me that I was really going to make it. Not just in my head, but really. A few small logistical hurdles jumped, and there I was, up on the hills overlooking the valley near Assisi. The song that I remember Spotify hitting me with was OneRepublic’s “Better Days.”

I was bawling. You have no idea what it is like until you’ve been there. 35 or so hours into a run. Seeing the place next to the finish line from afar. After dreaming about this for years, it was happening. It was real.

The valley near Assisi. It doesn’t look like much on the screen. It was everything to me in that moment.

One of the weirdest things, which some of my crew apparently also experienced, was that my sense of time really just went out the window. When I was coming up to the last checkpoints of the run, over 30 hours in, if you had told me that my starting line was yesterday, it would have seemed like nonsense. It felt like a month had passed. And I was having a kind of out-of-body experience, like I was just attached somehow to this man who kept running, wishing he would stop. It was very weird.

The final leg of the run was not without its challenges. It got dark, which was unhelpful for smooth movement over the rocky dirt roads in the fields below Assisi. Then my phone battery was dangerously low, and there was a serious scare from my team that I’d taken a major wrong turn – but it was my GPS glitching. I was able to pull off something like a 10-minute mile to get within a navigable distance just in case my phone died. Oh, and it was starting to rain.

Assisi in the distance – along with some rain clouds…

At long last, I came to the base of the hill. It was easy by that point, despite some hallucinations starting to creep in. My crew was there, along with my Malawian priest friend who had given me a blessing at the starting line. We approached the basilica, and then I touched the outer wall of the upper sanctuary at 12:15 AM on May 17, 2024… 40 hours exactly.

The run was finished. And so was I. Off to sleep.

The documentary drops on August 10. Here’s another teaser:

We’ve raised around $8,000 so far for St. Patrick’s Health Centre, a small Catholic clinic in Malawi. (We are still raising funds here until October.) But this is just the beginning. I have a lead now for tobacco exports, and we are already setting up my next event.

I am heading off once again into the unknown, albeit a little wiser than I was before. I will be doing more crowdfunding, both for straight-up donations and also for investments to help build businesses in the Catholic missions. Part of that will continue to be based on athletics – we will do the 100-mile again, along with other events TBA – but I am also setting up some media projects.

The first thing is that I will be launching a kind of weekly “training vlog” for my upcoming athletic event, in November. (It will be in Corsica – a “pedal-paddle,” bike and kayak, around the whole coast.) It will also be for the events that follow. You can watch me as I plan the event logistics, suffer through countless hours of physical pain, and also give thoughts on fundraising, philanthropy, Catholic social teaching, economics, entrepreneurship… all of that kind of stuff. If you want to subscribe, here is the door. BE ADVISED: it is not free… The truth is that I need a bit of income, and so does my company, Pro Fide. The funds help me to put on these events in the first place, and ultimately the cashflow helps us to build businesses in the Catholic missions together. (The group for watching the athletic events themselves remains free. That group is here.)

I’m also now preparing to host the world’s only show on Catholic history. Ever wanted to have a personalized and interactive tour of Roman basilicas while you sit on your couch? Well, now you can. We start in September when I get back to Rome. Here is that group, and here is the trailer:

That’s enough for today. I’m coming back now to more regular writing – and no, not just promotions of my stuff, though that’s coming too, sorry not sorry.

Thanks for being a reader!