Something really, really bad is going to happen ... and it did!

Bayside seer, Veronica Lueken

There are so many similarities to 

how public 'visionaries'

act today during 'ecstasy'.

The choice.

Fr. L and Mark Shea and many others are predicting four years of badness after the elections.

Charlie Johnston has been predicting THE Storm for years - details might be off - but ...

All the mystics say so too.

Then a friend sent me this:

Secular reports say the UK is deploying troops to the Russian border. Wars, rumors of war.

The choice.

It's our choice.  We have been going towards this, little by little for decades.  Choice by choice.

When God, in the beginning, created man, he made him subject to his own free choice.  If you choose you can keep the commandments ... it is loyalty to do his will.  There are set before you fire and water; to whichever you choose, stretch forth your hand.  Before man are life and death, whichever he chooses shall be given him. - Sirach 15:14-17

It's our choice.  It's never more apparent than during an election.

Avoid the echo chamber online - it simply adds to the confusion.

If you are worried about what is happening, read the stories of people who know what they are talking about - people of faith who have been through war and terror and persecution.  Read people like Alfred Delp SJ, Walter Ciszek SJ, Corrie Ten Boom, Immaculee Ilibagiza, and others - these people have lived through events so horrible, yet they witnessed to their faith in Jesus.  Their witness is an example for all to live by.

"Strive to enter through the narrow gate" - and quit complaining.

Only recently have I learned to be grateful to have grown up with abuse and anti-Catholic taunts, even from my own family.  To have experienced mockery for my devotion, to be laughed at for trying to live according to Catholic teaching, and called out as a hypocrite for having failed to do so - and rightly so.  Yet what a grace all of that is - it seems to have prepared me to not be surprised when confronted by all the 'turmoil' so many fear and complain about today.  It has helped me not to become disquieted when similar taunts recur today.

"Optimism and pessimism are twin forms of self-deception. We need instead to be a people of hope, which means we don’t have the luxury of whining." - Archbishop Chaput

Purported miraculous photo from Bayside,

depicting the 'stairway to heaven'.

LOL!

Miracle of the Sun repeated, Cataract surgery, and anesthesia-dreams about Fr. Z

I finally had cataract surgery - at such a young age - I know!  Everyone remarked about me being so young and thin and handsome and how much they liked my full head of hair, but I digress.

Seriously, my doctor said it was an extraordinarily large cataract, which is why I heard all the Star Trek type noises from the ultra sound cataract vaporization equipment.  The surgery went well.  A few hours ago I already returned from my post-op and everything seems to be going well.  So we'll see - I have many drops to use.  As I write, the lap top screen is really, really bright now - so I may not be online very much.  (My expose of more-Catholic-than-the-Pope-fanatics will have to wait.)  Thanks to all the (two) people who wished me well before I went in for surgery yesterday.  What would one do without friends, huh?  Again, I digress.

Where do cataracts come from, Dad?

(Cats always want to know.)  Well, I spent too much time in the sun, without ever using sunglasses.  That was bad enough.  But I'm thinking looking directly at the sun may have contributed to the problem, disorder, what have you.

Frequently, at false apparition sites, people shout 'miraculo!  miraculo!' while pointing at the sun, and then everyone looks up to see it.  I fell for that several times at San Damiano in Italy as well as at a couple of other places, some approved, others not - Fr. Gino's ...

It doesn't matter where these things happened - because I'm quite sure someone in your parish probably sees the sun spinning in their backyard all the time, in between locutions about the anti-Pope.  Just don't go there, however.  I stupidly looked up, directly into a stationary sun - too many times.  Don't be so flipping gullible.

All I'm saying is, don't ever do that.

Anesthesia.  I used to love that stuff.  Not so much anymore.  The effects remained with me through the night.  I had nightmares about Fr. Z.  Candice Bergen was the prioress of a Poor Clare monastery and she was curator of an exhibition of my art, which Fr. Z was trying to destroy and then I exposed his connections to a money-laundering scheme he was conducting by increasing the number of donation apps on his website, setting monthly fundraising goals beyond imagining.  His cronies and followers were sent after me to kill me and destroy my artwork and writings - crazy Tenth Crusader people were after me and I took refuge in the Poor Clare enclosure - where it turns out Candice Bergen was just portraying St. Clare in a docu-drama on monastics who made Medieval GIF's instead of illuminations.  We were making it for Steven Spielberg.  Which was another reason why Fr. Z wanted me killed.

Isn't that sad though?  Not that anyone wanted me killed, but it's sad my hallucinations were about the blog and blogging personalities and stupid rumor mongering.  None of that is real.  None of it - even if you live off of donations - that is not real life.

Oh!  I don't like drugs no mo!

Happy New Year!

If you are having visions and seeing solar miracles,

wear sunglasses.