There comes a time when God, who pays for the music many of us claim to hear so beautifully, so holily, with some, so imaginatively, will express His authority and call the tune, to which we are to dance. There are or will be two thoughts, or more properly, emotions in one’s mind immediately. They are as many of you guessed fear or fortitude. We will have to make a choice, one must be made as there is a strong clashing of the two contending emotions, probably kept in the front of one’s mind by the energetic Holy Ghost. The normal choice for most of us is to shuffle sideways quickly and drop the thoughts into the trash can. Most people and I include even those who should know better; including priests when faced with this battle interiorly will often if not always take the cushy and easy way out. I can attest from personal experience and watching others who have shared some of their experiences with me, often inadvertently, often boastfully, proud of their interaction with the love of God. I can say by the same observations I am no better, usually more dreadful in my ignoring of God’s revelations. I too like a cushy uneventful life, doing my own thing and not God’s will. It is as, I ponder, reminiscent of the third day of darkness. We are at the start of the third day of Christ’s third thousand years by Paul’s reckoning. It is the time when God waits to see how much we value Him as our Savior. It is the crunch time for us, as it is rapidly becoming that time when we “Stand up for God”, to be counted among His faithful defenders. He knows as only He can. He who reads the hearts and minds of mankind, He will swoop and those who have stood faithfully in His Light steadfast and brave will be welcomed into His Life. The others will be literally collected by their spiritual family and go to their just reward. Do not doubt His Justice will demand satisfaction from every one of us and in ways some will enjoy and others will hate and go to where hatred is the norm.
Mary, the Mother of our God, told me as I have written earlier and often, “Write and tell what you have learnt”. Have any of you got the stomach to follow her instructions, if Mary is giving them to you? Our Lady of the Healing Waters of Life once told me in answer to a question, “We would like to speak to so many, but so few listen”. Pardon my grinning at your gasping, your huffing and puffing and the strangled gasping as you, the majority of you say, “How dare you, who are you to judge. I am only making moral observations of myself whom I have studied and others whom I have watched”. You have a will and it is free to be what you want. Remember it is written for those egotists warned in scriptures, “Not everyone who says Holy! Holy! will enter the Kingdom”. So let me tell you of three supernatural happenings, perhaps it is time for the fourth. They were not imaginings, well two were not they were witnessed as I was told they should be, and I took witnesses to watch. Of course let me tell you some of those witnesses have tried to take over and have denied any of what I am to describe had anything what ever to do with me. How many of these scroungers were feminists surprised me. They certainly were women of the enchanted sisterhood. I make no apologies for the harshness of my words. I did very early on check the state of my mental health with three mental health workers. One was in charge of the training of psychiatric nurses, another was a Master of Clinical Psychology and one was highly rated doctor with over 20 years Clinical Psychology and 16 years practicing Forensic Psychology.
I wanted to know just how imaginative I was and how actively violent I might become through “hearing” voices. They are not voices per se but thoughts that follow from questions I ask in my mind and often come in the form of instructions. These instructions certainly do not make me feel good and holy rather they could make me be cowardly and extremely frightened of other’s attitudes towards me. What then I ask of myself which of the two tunes should I dance too? God’s through strength of character or mine as I listen to the bugle play retreat. Certain actions of mine, even betting odds, my reactions and physiological testing give me to believe I am a fifty-fifty kind of guy. I know I will have to answer for these fifty-fifty odds, which have suited me and not the Will of God. He is undoubtedly a perfectly hundred per cent being.
Elsewhere, earlier in the life of this blog I told you of the Well at Mission. I took witnesses, one did leave early, but later he told my son it could not be God as I was too Hollywood. The words of God given at the time were claimed by the witnesses as describing themselves. In their pride, they forgot they were witnesses and were there as I believed and asked them but it was I who was instructed and truly believed. Let me say one thing here I do not resent any of the attitudes towards my person and faith. I do resent in a certain way their attitude towards God’s actions and will. Do they not deny the work of the Holy Spirit? One of them as I sat in my car with her, picking her up on a winter’s day, heard her thought, heard her think, “Why did you pick him Lord? There are better Catholic men”. Too true I say, I understand this is my penance my giving Him satisfaction for the awful life I have led. Now the water has not flowed, yet the witnesses all heard Christ’s message and answer to me. “Yes it is a miracle, but it is My miracle and it is not yet My time”. Is there anything in scripture apropos to this statement made by Jesus? I would look to see any statement about His Place and where He is welcomed and believed.
The second was or is a pilgrim statue of Mystical Rose. I listened to the story of this statue. A woman and her husband visited the wood carver visionary in Italy to purchase a statue from this carver on behalf of her father in Canada. As the carver was wrapping up the purchase the young woman said this statue was going to Canada. “Wrong statue”, the carver exclaimed, “The Pilgrim Statue for Canada is that one over there”. The statue has never been a true pilgrim statue as far as I know. A local monk who had obviously discussed the situation after my words to the holy man of Canada told me, “God wants him to have this statue”. True, very true but the question is, “What did God want for the music He played for this dancer?”
Here is the distaff side of the fifty percent odds and I am not proud of my cowardice. In fact on Palm/Passion Sunday this year, during the symbolic procession before the Liturgy, which symbolically rejoices Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem in the presence of the statue of which I am writing, I was forcibly reminded harshly but justly by Our Lord and His Mother of the words I heard loudly in the quiet of that church after confession one weekday afternoon some years ago. Let me write it as a conversation, that happened as I knelt before a very old statue that is from Europe. “I am lonely Michael” No one around so I asked, “In the Name of Jesus who is it speaking to me”? “I am Virgo Potens, I want to go home”. Virgo Potens is the name given to the symbol of Mary’s Dowry, Our Lady of Puis. A promise kept by King Richard when he defeated Wat Tyler. He donated the statue with the words, “Dos tua Virgo pia. Haec est”. I understand the statue was taken by the Jesuits out of England so it would not fall into the hands of the reformation, taken to middle Europe, where it ended up with family who brought it to Canada. Is it carved from English wood? This fact is easily proven by testing the DNA of the wood. I wish it would happen so I can apologize for any upset I may have caused.
See other posts for the story of the Seven Scapulars claimed by the enchanted sisterhood as an answer to the prayers of one of their own. So many have of these rampant feminists have so many bridges to mend. I pray they are moved sometime by the truth, yet unless they are moved by the truth what is their just reward?