A period of Grace 3
As I think back over those times I find so precious and alarming, I find that I scorn parts of the Church's instructions on Private revelations and the lack of intelligence on the part of the local ordinaries in dealing with the supernatural. It would be better if the Hierarchs, so out of touch with the supernatural and catholic mystical spirituality, would use their intelligence and church actions to make a proper statement. Perhaps they should say this. Not all spiritual and supernatural gives the grace that sanctifies. Many of these events are there for the spiritual good of the faithful and can lead them to that state of grace that sanctifies for those who examine and then do their best to follow the life that Christ expects through His example. I am not holy every time I get there or nearly do so, I turn around and sin that is I defy God's will for me. Throw it back in His face I mean. This defiance is dreadful in the extreme for any catholic. We are not even tepid . At least that will get you into purgatory where you and I will likely undergo the payment of many debts. This is called satisfaction. All I can say I do try to behave in the example seen and read in the word and life of Christ.
For the sign seekers who can sit and sigh over what they read and for the self acclaimed professors of faith let me tell you bluntly what have learned from these occasions. First they tell me how spiritually jealous and dismissive are people of our religion. I scorn this attitude. I learnt that all these graces are meaningless if we do not use the Sacramental Life of the Church. I was able to see first hand the benefits of a good confession and the foolishness of scruples in the confessional. I mean the inability to accept that a true confession acted out with sincerity completely, once penance is done, causes God to never remember our confessed sin. Through scruples we are constantly reminding God of our sin. It is I think like a dog returning to his own vomit. I saw in myself the dreadfulness of making and breaking so easily the firm purpose of amendment that is our part of the Sacrament. I was able to watch as gifts of God which are reasonable and given for a reason die down in me and others. I learnt how hard it is for Mary to overcome what Heaven considers, because of deliberate sins committed by a lack of fortitude, the biblical act of fornication with what might make of us to become a kindred spirit to a sinful creature, whose hate is considerable. I learnt and experienced this hatred first and how to fight it. I was given for the slightest of time how hell feels.
So back to beyond the horizon of my life to that time when for four of us, God lowered it, for us to see over it and truly obey His second great commandment. Love others as I have loved you.
Early One February dawn I was told to look up. I tried but could not wake up sufficiently (probably a lack of grace on my part). Again I was told, with the same result. The third time and I managed and saw an old fashioned Movie Screen. It was like the Movitone or RKO news we used to see in cinemas. Transparent film was projected onto the screen complete with what I knew to be scratches in the acetate base. There were silhouettes of people at the bottom of the screen. shadows perhaps better describe them. One again I was told look and the date March 17 appeared on the screen. Then the screen vanished.
March 17th came, I went to the morning mass and nothing. I went into the Blessed Sacrament Chapel and prayed, nothing. We got together at 6 pm and said the Angelus and the Rosary. Nothing unusual except that 'L' was not present. We finished our prayers and went to visit her. Boy she was sick, seemed to be very sick with the Flu. "Let me pray over you ?" and I did. As I prayed she became redder and redder and perspiration poured off her. After a while I had nothing more to ask and "L" was fine. We had a coffee and all left. At three in the morning the phone rang and "L" said, "I am to tell you, it is a healing". The next day I asked , "What was this phone call all about". She had been awakened by a man all in white who said to her, "It is a healing ,tell Michael". So she started to pray the St Michael Chaplet. "No ! No! tell Michael", so she started the St Michael Prayer. "No! No! phone Michael", and so she phoned me. Much later she told me that up to that day she was attacked by Lupus.
Work it out for yourselves 4 witnesses to the healing and two witnesses to the phone call and two witnesses to the hearing the message.