Guadeloupe, Fatima and a hero
This is something I did not wish to make public but lately it has been ever present in my mind and my prayer life is a dreadful frustration, I know I had better obey the inner voice that holds many conversations with me and publish it.
A Visit to Guadeloupe
One October evening in 1994, very late as late as to be near morning, my prayers were interrupted by a voice, which I recognized and confirmed by scripturally testing the spirits, a voice that asked me, “What does a Queen call a man who defends Her?’ Well I know Elizabeth of England has what is known as the Queen’s hero. I gave that as my answer. Mary then directed me to add ‘of Fatima’ and hold it in your mind. A couple of months later a friend said, “I had this dream last night and you must go to Guadeloupe, for Christmas”. This was pretty well impossible, financially at that time. My wife said yes we can look at this and she gave me a credit card that had arrived in the post for lots of money. It turned out to be valid and so we tried to book airline tickets. Impossible every Mexican Family was returning home for the Christmas holiday. Around that time, Fr Walter Weinrich had a travel agent in Seattle who planned and booked his trips on behalf of the Virgin of Guadeloupe. I had met her once and so we called her. Due to government regulations the company she worked for was no longer operating, but there were three sets of tickets pre-booked on Continental Airlines, Seattle to Mexico City. I phoned and we got the tickets necessary for our trip. We faxed a hotel near the Basilica and we had a room.
We left for Seattle and went to the Airport, no trace of our tickets just one seat available and nothing for days. We were ‘late listed’ for that day. We waited and nothing happened so we decided to come back next morning. The next morning we arrived at the Airport and wonder of wonders we were given seats on the next flight to Houston and expected to have a connection all booked from there. We got to Houston, no one had heard of us, and that included the flight on which we were booked. We were late listed again, and got on the next flight. Travelers from Canada needed neither visa nor passport to enter Mexico. We asked about this and panic set in, during the debate the door behind the booking agent opened, then a woman in a blue uniform came out. A woman who seemed to have nothing to do with anything and obviously was not known to the airline staff. She interrupted the discussion and said they can get a declaration of return from a justice of the peace and it will be in that office over there, go ask for Mr. (I have forgotten the name)
We went over there was no man, no letter. We rushed back quickly and the woman was waiting, the departure doors were closed, the plane had been loaded and was waiting to take off. The woman said the authorization is there now. Back we went to meet a most magnificent Negro very tall and well dressed. Mr. Hurcum here is your letter. We rushed back to the loading door the woman smiled spoke on the intercom phone to the plane already closed and leaving the lounge. It stopped, returned and let us aboard. We arrived in Mexico City, no one asked us for passports, visas or paperwork. We took a cab and went to the hotel.
I spent most of the time in the Basilica and at prayer. This surprised even me. Being human and full of frailties I did not notice until a day or so had passed that a young native Mexican woman with a baby was everywhere as I went to the basilica for Mass. Every time I left the hotel she was waiting at the corner, begging. Every time 100 feet further on she was there again. Every so far, she was there again even when I crossed the boulevard to walk along the middle promenade she was there right and again appeared at the basilica main door, where, by the way, no one was allowed to beg. I never saw anyone else at that door. I asked my wife to come with me one morning and after a little while, she said we saw her back there. I spoiled it one day, the only time I saw people around her, the baby was ill and I did not stop to help.
One evening a man I knew from Enumclaw, Washington State, with a bad eyesight problem, was there. He could only see what was directly in front of his eyes. He could only see through a narrow aperture centered in his eyes. I felt I should and so I asked if I could pray over him. He answered OK and I did. The Hotel shook so violently that people rushed into the lobby to find why. When I had felt I could ask for no more finished my prayer and wife handed him a picture of Guadeloupe upside down which he promptly straightened up. He did not position it where he could see it normally just took it from the side and reversed it. Then he said, “If I really had faith, I would be cured”.
Then on my birthday Mary said, “Come to our place, I wish to speak to you. Come at eight fifteen”. The place where I was to be was at the top of the hill on the steps before the Tilma Chapel at Teyepac. At around five pm Mary said, “Come early, I am lonely”. So at six pm I went to the top of the hill. I arrived there not knowing what was expected or what to expect and I must admit I was happy to go. I have a problem and it will cause great denial and scoffing of what Mary said next. Mary has spoke in her inner voice to me and I can say it took a while to understand what She was teaching me. This was one of those times. Many times, I had waited for her at those times when I said the Rosary and She gave her apology for being late. The reason was as I found God had to give permission and I had to pray properly with both my heart/soul and my mind before He made it His will. Mary said, "I am a woman and I shall be late but say the Rosary I like to hear your voice speak to me." I said the rosary many times. As I prayed, a very unsettling man turned up running around very distractedly, coming nearer and nearer. I told Mary although by a her action the week before I was not to hit anyone, this man I would, as his behavior was threatening in this lonely place at this time in the evening. He gave a sideways leap and ran very speedily down the steps from the Tilma Chapel.
I prayed the Rosary alone at the top of the steps and was completely alone until 8.15 and Mary spoke. Your name is Michael Francis Joseph and the prophecies of your name are fulfilled. Your birth was induced your mother was the only one in the ward and the Doctor wanted Christmas day free. Do you remember the words I gave you? Well now add this and I did Add also the name you trust in “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, Son of Mary and you should say this too I give you a glimpse of your eternal future. Now Michael, go lay hands on many and say this to many.
The prayer, which I will not give you in its entirety because of the Charisms of false prophets, is as follows.
I am the Hero of Fatima…………. In the Name if Jesus of Nazareth, Son of Mary, I give you a glimpse of your eternal future.
It works and as one priest said, "You will truly be prosecuted." Another cried from relief, another ran rapidly from the confessional before it was finished.
More happened after the prayer Jessus spoke and so did The Father, and more was given to me which was very private and perhaps God Himself will say tell them. 2 hours later all seemed completed the space became filled with people rather than the spirits who occupied it and my wife and two friends came worried about me. Mary said, "Tell your friends to look at the Moon." I did and they saw the Woman clothed with the sun, standing on the moon. All present watched for 5 or 10 minutes and then there was a flash and a shooting star shot out from under her feet travelling across the Night sky going from blue to gold finishing in a blinding white explosion. My wife told me of the colors I only saw the white star and the explosion.
While this was happening to me a woman in Mission BC watched it all at home in her house. She heard no sound but saw it all. The two friends talked to a priest who said it was not true and now at the last conversation two years later they denied any memory of the event after two years. "You know how it is", they said, "later one forgets so easily"
The Prayer as Mary reminds I am not to change or to add my own words. I am to have neither opinions, explanations nor am I to express any feelings about those who receive it. As the second priest I said it over remarked, “It is for real and I thank God I was not given this prayer to say”