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 frustration, I know I had better obey the inner voice that holds many conversations with me and publish it. As ordered, at last I will obey her.
A Visit to Guadeloupe.
One October evening in 1995, 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, and shortage of 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 emigrant was returning home for the Christmas holiday, every seat as boo.ked and double booked . Around that time, I knew Fr Walter Weinrich used 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 a disagreement with government regulations the company she worked for was no longer operating, but there were three tickets still, as far as she knew, 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 small 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 as directed to the door, 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 magnificently dressed Negro very tall. “Mr. Hurcum, here is your letter”. How did he know our name? 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 during our visit, 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 appeared on each corner and each shop doorway as I walked to the basilica for Mass. Every time I left the hotel she was waiting at the corner, begging. Every time 100 feet or so 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 up to 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, “That woman was back there”. She watched and as I did saw her repeatedly on the way to the Church. each day, 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 sight problem, was there he could only see what was directly in front of his eyes. He could only see through a narrow aperture in his eyes. I believe from our previous conversations, he had no or very little peripheral vision. I felt I should do something that evening 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, I finished my prayer and wife handed him a picture of Guadeloupe upside down and from his left side. He promptly straightened and turned it. 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 ”. The place where I was to be, was at the top of the hill on the top of the steps leading to the Tilma Chapel at Teyepac. At around Mary said, “Come early, I am lonely”. Why I thought would Mary be lonely and yet there is an answer, which would of course be condemned by the Churchmen. This is long enough, I will continue tomorrow.