What sometimes happens for me is available spiritually for all papal catholics. Catholics who through the actions of good will and faith try to defend and love Jesus, just as He asked. Can you find any reason to deny this? If you do then what follows is so much excrement from a diseased mind. It could be either the wicked side or the good side whispering in my mind. What is important are the efforts we should make to ascertain who is the spirit who whispers. It is unfortunate that even though we have as catholics all the weapons available for a victory over our prideful inclinations, rarely do we use them. Opinionated we never look deeper than we have to. We accept what suits us and is comfortable. Many, and many do get these mental inclinations, but many never consider whether they charitably effect them or are a way of being mean and vicious towards our brothers and sisters. Never have I found the question asked, "Is it good or bad for others or for my soul?"
This for me is a very important ‘blog’. I hope many of you will read it carefully for it concerns a whole group of people who consider themselves holy with a spiritual interior life that sets them apart and beyond us mere mortals. They were when I met them charismatic renewals with the usual sense (normal to this group) of their implicit holiness. These are the basis of the observances I made when I was acceptable at that time to their vision of their importance I often saw that their reality did not include the woman around whom they clustered. It is about Lorna Keras, a Metis woman, whose interior life and good will at the time could not be faulted.
I met Lorna for two reasons the first was through my ownership of a print shop and secondly through it and the local parish I became friendly with a local notable catholic. This man was a director of Mrs. Keras’ Charitable Trust. I came on the scene because he asked me to go with him to meet her. He did not warn me, I believe he had enough trust in my acumen and wanted the mess over publishing Lorna’s next book “eased”. I went with him and over the next few blogs I will tell you all as much as I remember about her and those messed up scriptural fools that visited and in their amazing way “protected” her. My language will be strong and disdainful. I am indignant still, but not at any perceived way they treated me. Lorna at any time never was anything other than charitable towards me. I told her this with an sincere apology with a priest, Fr Tony Boniface, as a witness at St James’ in Abbotsford one Christmas Eve. Whatever he saw, he never told me but he said he saw a miracle. I thank and will eternally do so for his kind words and later sharing his concerns of what he had heard from one of his parishioners, concerning a visit by one of his parishioners with Mrs. Keras.
I went with the man who invited me to visit with Mrs. Keras and started into a time of great spiritual meaning to me that caused me to look even more clearly at myself. By the way iI am not claiming this was the start of a highly powered interior life. T feel this has been my lot from a very early age, and I thought it was normal. It just confirmed what I knew which I had sinfully and deliberately suppressed in my later years. This life has been a reality for me from early childhood fand became so for both my wife and I. It could be seen properly as a step, an extension to the urge my wife and I had at separate occasions, to return to the Church, as practicing orthodox believing Papal Catholics, different than just occupying space in the pews.. We began properly practicing the sacraments and praying the Rosary together. This Rosary occasion became a sharing with others on a twice daily basis, accompanied by that blessed smell as scripture puts it, “The scent of every flower ever blooming”. This was smelt equally by all present but by all not every time.
So I went to visit the Visionary Mrs. Keras. The first visit was different to the times, that were to follow. It was like a setting the stage, a sounding out for future events. I was asked and I heard many who I took asked, “Will you do something for me?” The first discipline established by Mrs. Keras was, rarely did she remember anything she said. The second discipline that gelled in my mind during this visit and subsequent meetings was that very few others present heard the private messages given to others. I must say this. It seems in retrospect I did hear them all, mine and others, when I was present. There were times when I was present that what I prayed for was watched as a vision by one other when he was there. I was scorned the only time I explained this phenomena. So the first meeting was simple and for once in my life a fact which amuses my wife I remember very little except the question, “Will you do things for Me?” Now I warn anyone else who is asked that question not to be cavalier in their answers. It is of great import because of who asks it. Later needing to be firm and not confused by what was happening I took one priest, sent another, and visited the Vicar General of the Diocese with a request for this established group. I spoke to the V.G. when I realized, that the Words of God were at the mercy of a group of people who were very proud and unable to see any error in their behavior.